“Stop,” I groaned, part of me wanting anything but. I planted my palms against the wall on either side of the door, panting as he set my ass on fire. “I need to… Daddy…fu-udge, I can’t… can’t be good for you like this.”
“Yes you can, sweetheart,” he said firmly, not letting up at all. “I know you can. You’re going to let me take you higher. Trust that Daddy knows what you need. Remember who takes care of you...”
And on and on and on, his deep, smooth voice rolling over me, saying all the shit I loved hearing, taking charge of me the way I fucking adored, pushing me toward that floaty place he always sent me to, until finally, it got easy to be good, my desperation to come rising like an unstoppable tide that justkeptrising, filling me up and floating me away because it had no outlet, nowhere to go, no way to find release when my cock was untouched and my hole was empty and nothing else existed except the aching heat spreading through my body with every crack of Daddy’s hand.
I didn’t even realize he’d stopped spanking me at first, my whole body buzzing as I leaned against the door, panting for breath and burning for more. My head full of cotton and my cock leaking a steady stream of precum onto the floor.
“Jesus,” he whispered from behind me, running his hands over my burning ass. “Baby, look at you.”
Couldn’t. My eyes were closed and my body was fuckingtrembling, and all I wanted was for him to keep touching me. Spanking me. Petting me. Stroking me. Anything. Everything. Always.
“I shouldn’t have spanked you so hard before we have to sit down for dinner,” he said, dipping into my crease to press against my hole. “But God, Jordan, you’re gorgeous like this.”
Oh fuck. My need to come suddenly switched from a vague cloud of unfulfilled want to a sharp streak of urgentneed,the minute I felt his fingers on my entrance.
“Please, Daddy,” I croaked, my voice hoarse enough that I must have gotten loud and not noticed. “Need you. Do me up against the door. Fu-udge.Please.”
“There’s no time,” he said, pressing even more firmly against my hole, like he wanted it anyway, too.
“Daddy,” I whined, arching my back and circling my hips, trying to get more, make him breach me, tempt him inside,anything.
“Baby, the condoms are packed, the lube’s in my suitcase, we’ve got to—”
“Just do it,” I blurted, stupid as always, even though bareback was definitely one flavor of stupidity I’d never gone for before. “Want your cum inside me.”
“Fuck,” he whispered, crowding up against my back and grinding against my spank-sore ass until I hissed, a hot thrill shooting through me at having made him swear again. “Jordan.”
“Just do it, Daddy,” I begged. “Spit on my hole and shove your cock inside me. Need you. Want to feel it. You know my ass is yours anyway. It belongs to you. I need your—mmph.”
He spun me around to face him and slammed into me, my back hitting the door hard enough to make it rattle as he took my mouth and fumbled between us, getting his zipper down just far enough to free his cock.
“No,” he said, finally ripping his mouth away from mine and taking us both in hand. “Not yet.” He started jacking us dry, my precum the only lube and his hand wrapped around both our cocks. “But wewillget tested,” he gritted out, rutting against me hard as he fisted the two of us together. “Youwillget Daddy’s cum inside you.”
I buried my face against his neck, sucking in his scent as I panted for air and thrust through his fist, stroking myself off against the heavy weight of his cock and so fucking close to shooting I couldn’t focus on anything else. My whole body throbbed with need, the sound of his deep voice dropping more promises becoming nothing but a vibration that pushed me higher, thrumming from his chest to mine, filling me up until the pulsing ache in my ass and the heavy tension in my balls and the sharp heat racing down my spine and shooting up the length of my cock, untilallof it melted together into a tsunami of sensation that slammed through me, spilling over his fist without any warning, coating his cock in my cum and leaving me gasping as he jacked me through all the aftershocks and then finally shot his own load... coating my stomach, my pecs, my chin, marking fuckingallof me as his and definitely making it the best Christmas of my life.
Even if, technically,thatwas still a few of days away.
19
Andy
“Mom,why do you always make yams? Nobody likes yams,” Kate said, rolling her eyes as she was passed the serving dish during dinner on Christmas Eve.
“Yams are lit,” Jordan said before I could correct her manners. “They’re totally a superfood. Full of antioxidants and other good sh—uh, sugar. You should definitely have some, Kay.”
“You’re right, Jordan, I do make them with brown sugar,” Mom said, oblivious to my boy’s almost-slip. “But if you don’t want any, Katie—”
“No, I’ll have some,” she said with an exaggerated teenage sigh, not fooling any of us as she dished some onto her plate. If Jordan had pushed Brussels sprouts on her, she would have eaten those, too. I hadn’t been kidding when I’d warned him about my sisters fangirling over him.
Jordan grinned at me, then got sucked into a conversation with William about some of the editing techniques he used on his videos, shifting in his seat just often enough to let me know that that gorgeous ass of his was still sore. I’d feel badly, but… nope. I loved knowing he could still feel me, and I loved it even more because I knew he felt the same.
“You look a little flushed, Andy,” my Mom said, frowning as she passed me the salad. “Please tell me you’re not getting sick on Christmas Eve.”
“Not even a little bit, Mom,” I reassured her, dragging my eyes off my boy, and my mind off his ass, in an effort to help with that particular problem. Thankfully, Lizzie started in on a story about a holiday food drive they’d done at her school, pulling Mom’s attention off me.
I’d never had to suffer through so many family moments fighting off an erection before—okay, I’d never had to suffer throughanybefore bringing Jordan home—but after two days of watching my boy squirm on his seat through every meal, reminding me of how irresistible spanking that ass of his was and how often I’d indulged in that particular activity over the last few days, I was officially maxed out on the awkwardness of hiding my constant semi from my mother and little sisters.
What I would never get tired of, though? The way my family so obviously adored Jordan, too; the way he got ridiculously enthusiastic about being a part of all the overdone Christmas traditions my mom insisted on, but tried and failed to play it cool; hearing every one of my family members berate him for forgetting a coat when we’d gone tobogganing the day before; and most of all, how he glowed—not just that amazing ass of his that I’d kept red from the day we arrived, but all of him, from the inside out—whenever I told him I loved him.
