Yes, all in joking, but talking about childhood memories made me long for those days. I think Edries feels the same way I do since he suggested it. We’ll camp out on the floor in front of the fire and share more memories while drinking hot chocolate and eggnog all night!
Then on Christmas day, we’ll make a breakfast bake and open the stockings while it cooks. Eat. Then presents. We’ll cook an early dinner—a feast for two, and then spend the rest of the night watching movies.
By the time we’re settled on the details, we’re sitting close. Facing each other with our legs tucked up under us and our knees on top of each other. When our conversation stops, I realize the movie is over. Glancing at the television, I find it’s been over for a while. The screen is dark, the system having gone to sleep.
I lick my lips, looking back at Edries. His eyes are on my lips. “Want to go to bed?” he asks.
I nod.
“I’ll get the fires settled for the night and meet you there.”
With another nod, I get up and hurry into the bathroom. I take another shower, washing thoroughly because… well, I justdon’t know what he’s thinking. What he’s wanting. Then I dump my supplies into the drawer next to the bed and climb in.
Then I wait. Nerved up, anxious, and horny as fuck.
6
GABE
Almost as soon asI’m still, Edries comes into the room. He bends in front of the fire and moves the ashes around before loading more logs onto the fire and replacing the safety grate. Without looking at me, he disappears into the bathroom for several minutes.
My heart is racing by the time he climbs into bed in nothing but his underwear. The way the fireplace is set within the room, I can’t see if he’s hard or not. I can’t make out his face with the fire behind him, either.
Edries moves into the middle of the bed and grips my wrist, tugging me toward him. I go willingly. Eagerly. His mouth touches mine and I swear, I ignite like the logs he just put on the fire.
There’s no denying that there’s heat and hunger between us. An urgency just under the surface. But it seems neither of us is in a huge hurry either. Our touches are exploratory, learning the curves and feel of each other as we make out.
When his hand trails down my stomach and stops at the elastic of my underwear, I nod. Mumble something into hismouth that sounds a lot like begging to my ears. His fingers dip into the waistband and brush the head of my cock.
The calm as we surveyed each other vanishes, and it’s not more than a full minute later when we’re completely undressed and bare. Edries pulls me on top of him and we grind together. Our cocks pressed harshly as they rub in an erotic and somewhat friction-filled way that screams of needing some lube.
I reach between us, wrapping my hand around his cock. He’s so goddamn fat. I can’t wrap my entire hand around him. My fingers don’t touch.
“I want to ride you,” I say as I squeeze our heads together.
Edries groans. “I don’t have a condom.”
But I do. I stretch along his body, feeling his mouth on my ribs and in my pit as I struggle to get what I need without removing my body from his. I find them, pulling an entire roll of condoms to me since breaking one off is too difficult with one hand.
I drop them on his chest and go to work on my needy hole. He watches me. As if he can see through my navel to how I’m stretching and prepping myself. The hungry look in his eyes makes me sloppy and eager. As soon as he’s covered, ready or not, I lather him in lube and move forward to get in the proper position.
His hands move to my hips as I start pressing his cock into my body. I’m not sure if he’s trying to bring me onto him faster or slow me down. My legs shake with the effort to move slowly, my hands wrapped around his wrists for leverage.
“Your dick is fucking fat,” I groan, dropping my chin to my chest.
“I can’t tell if you like that or not,” he says.
Breathy laughter rushes out. “I like it. I’ll like it more once I can stuff that thing inside me and ride it.”
A shiver races through his body, and I drag my eyes up to meet his. “You like that?”
Edries nods.
It takes longer than I anticipated since I didn’t exactly prepare myself like I should have. But finally, I’m sitting on his cock, catching my breath. God, I’m going to feel him for the next month! He’s not long, for which I’m actually thankful because I don’t think I could stand feeling him in my chestwhilehe’s quite literally trying to tear me in half, but that girth!
Once I can breathe, I shift so I’m on my feet and begin to ride him. Slowly at first, so we can both adjust to this feeling. Has he been in an ass before? The question is on the tip of my tongue, but then he moans and the sound goes right to my balls. I ride him in earnest now, bouncing high and hard. Somehow, I don’t bounce myself so far that he leaves my body. It never happens quite like that. Especially in this position. But it’s right. It’s good.
I turn around after a while and give him reverse cowboy. Every lunge down hits my prostate and makes me moan loudly. His hands grip my hips and I can tell he’s waiting as patiently as he can before I let him take over.
