I glanced over my shoulder.
“Kiss me again.”
I shouldn’t have. I knew that. But he was looking at me softly, a little unsure, and a whole lot needy, and I crawled back over him anyway.
The kiss started slow, lingering. His lips parted, and I sank into him like I had nowhere else to be. My hand found his jaw. His fingers slid into my hair. The kiss deepened, darkened. He sighed into my mouth, and I felt it echo through my chest.
If only we could exist in this perfect bubble forever. No more school, no more hiding, no more reality. Just me and Truen, and this soft bed.
Then he pulled me down, wrapped his legs around me, and I pressed against him. Bare skin to bare skin.
He gasped. “Dare…”
I answered by sliding my hand between his thighs, and guiding myself home. My dick was still somewhat slick from the night before. He winced, body tensing from the soreness of being fucked last night, but then he sighed and he relaxed, letting me in.
Not going to lie, the thought of his mild discomfort, his red-rimmed hole, and the lingering burn made my dick throb harder. I wanted him to hurt a little for me. I wanted him tofeelme, even when I wasn’t there. I wanted to live in his body like a memory he couldn’t shake.
Guess that meant I’d just have to fuck him every night and every morning.
We moved together like muscle memory. Quiet. Careful. Slow. I sank into him inch by inch, and his head tipped back with a muffled moan.
Footsteps echoed in the hall. Tru tried to roll away, but I flipped him to his stomach and covered him with my body, trapping him beneath me. I pushed back inside with a sigh that bordered on reverent, my feet sliding down to hook around his calves, keeping his legs spread wide.
“Come on, boys! Let’s see what Santa left under the tree!” Charlotte’s voice floated through the closed door. A soft knock followed, then another one—farther away, across the hall, onmydoor.
Tru went rigid beneath me, squeezing my cock in pulses. I clamped my hand over his mouth before he could make a sound. My other hand gripped the sheets beside his head as I kept moving inside him.
“Quiet,” I whispered against his throat. “Or they’ll hear you.” My tongue traced the pulse beneath his skin, and I felt it jump.
His eyes went wide, sparkling. He dug his hands into the mattress. I rocked into him again, slow and deep, then followed with short, precise thrusts that pegged his sweet spot.
He made a desperate, muffled sound against my palm.
“I said quiet,” I murmured, even as I made it impossible to obey. I turned his head enough to see his pupils blown wide, nostrils flaring as he struggled to breathe through his nose. The thrill of it—the risk, the need—snapped down my spine like lightning.
Outside, footsteps creaked on the stairs. Laughter. A door opened somewhere down the hall. They were close. I didn’t stop. Couldn’t. Tru’s body was too tight, too warm, dragging me deeper with every thrust.
His back arched against my chest. He whimpered into my hand, sounding wrecked and frustrated and so goddamn needy.
“I know,” I breathed against his cheek, voice shaking. “I know. I got you.”
I shifted my angle just enough and hit where he needed it. Again. Again. Again.
He broke on a quiet sob, eyes squeezing shut, hands clawing the sheets. His whole body trembled beneath me.
His release hit fast and hard, his body locking up as his mouth opened under my hand, spilling a strangled sound he couldn’t contain.
I pressed down harder, holding him still, holding himquiet. My name came out raw and muffled against my palm: “Mmph—Dare?—”
That was all it took. I slammed into him one last time and spilled deep, shaking from the effort of keeping my voice trapped behind my teeth.
We collapsed together, my chest against his back, my handstill over his mouth as we fought to breathe. His lashes were wet. So were mine.
Outside the door, Charlotte’s laughter faded down the stairs. “Coffee’s on! We’ll open presents in fifteen!”
When the sound finally disappeared, I slid my hand away. Tru was quiet, flushed, his eyes glassy. I rolled him onto his side, pulled him into my arms, and held him tight. He exhaled softly, and I kissed him quick and messy.
“Merry Christmas,” I whispered against his lips.
