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TWENTY-FOUR

SANTA

At that first brush of lips, my body somehow tenses and relaxes at the same time. When Charlie’s lips move against mine and his tongue traces a line over my lower lip, stars explode behind my eyelids.

How can a simple kiss have this effect on me when even sex never has?

How will I ever stop wanting?—

“Shit,” Charlie hisses and steps back when an alarm starts beeping loudly behind him. I’m dazed, confused as to where I am, and what else could possibly be more important to Charlie than kissing some more. But I watch him rush over to the oven and he twists some knobs and pushes a few buttons until the alarm stops blaring. “It’s okay,” he says, almost to himself.

“What is it?” I ask, maybe letting my annoyance show .

Charlie’s head snaps to me, and he winces. Why is he wincing?

“I made you lasagna.”

“You did?” I ask in wonder, all the annoyance forgotten. Forever. The man can do whatever he wants because he makes the world’s best lasagna.

“Yes,” he whispers, turning shy on me. “I know you love it, so.” He shrugs.

“I do love it,” I tell him softly. He nods as if to himself and turns back to the oven.

“Let me just get it out of the oven and we can eat—” I know he’s speaking but I can’t focus on the words because he’s wearing a pair of sweatpants I’ve never seen before and I...

Well, I’ve always been an ass man, let’s just say that.

“Or,” I start with a voice scratchy from the pure horniness I’m feeling. “You could take it out and leave it on the stove so we can kiss some more. Then we eat after?”

He’s clearly taken aback by my suggestion but seems to compose himself quickly. “You want to keep kissing me instead of eating the lasagna right away?” he asks, with just enough cockiness to have me smiling indulgently at him.

I have no issues letting him know exactly how much I prefer his kisses to his lasagna.

“Personally,” I say, all casual-like, and walk slowly over to him. “I don’t remember ever having a kiss rock my foundations like that one did. I want more.” I stare deep into his dark eyes and hope he sees the need in mine and takes pity on me.

“Yeah, okay,” he says, voice scratchy and definitely not so cocky anymore. “But wait,” he says suddenly and stops my movement forward. “What are the limits?”

I think about it for a second, and honestly, with the way I’m feeling there’s very little I’d say no to right now.

“Why don’t we set the limits as we go along?” I propose. “We kiss for now and just see where it goes?”

“So we make out?”

“Yes,” I tell him, and it sounds like a plea as I nod.

“Okay, then.” He launches himself at me again, and I catch him, simultaneously leaning down and bringing him up to meet my height.

His lips, hot on mine, move in the perfect rhythm, and his tongue, fuck it drives me fucking insane.

“Bed or couch?” he asks against my lips, and I have to stop any movement to focus on the question. I really want to see his bedroom...

“Your bed,” I demand, and for the first time ever, I take his hand, and pull him to the stairs.

It’s obvious when we enter his bedroom that the nerves have kicked in, or maybe he’s having second thoughts. Talk to him . I remember the advice that brought me to this moment, and take it again.

“Do you want to stop?”

“What? No,” he shouts. “I just don’t know what to do.”

I can’t bear the way he looks so lost, so I give his hand a squeeze to remind him I’m here. I’m in the same boat as him.

“How about you lie down and close your eyes?”

He stares up at me for the longest two seconds of my life, then he wordlessly follows my suggestion.

I go to the other side of the bed and climb in, scoot over until I’m right next to him, and lean up on one arm while I bring my other hand to his smooth cheek. Unlike me, he shaves every day, and I don’t blame him. With a jaw like his, you’d be crazy not to want to show it off.

I lean down to kiss his lips so softly they barely touch. Then a bit more firmly, and a bit more. His breathing picks up when I trail my hand down to his shoulder, then his hand is on my ribs. The warmth of his palm reminds me how much I’ve been wanting him. Every day. At all times.

My hard-on grows faster and I have to shift my hips, hoping my jeans will become less restraining somehow. But it works in the opposite way when I feel myself brush against his hips. I’m hard as steel instantly... because my dick just brushed up against Charlie Heart’s hip .

It’s surreal. It’s delicious. It’s the best kind of torture.

Instead of tensing at the contact, Charlie seems to sink into the mattress as he moans into my mouth. Then he rolls to his side so he’s facing me, and scoots until his chest is completely pressed against me.

That’s when I feel a definitely hard dick against my lower belly.

My blood heats immediately .

All the while, our tongues caress each other, our lips moving in unison like we’ve done this a million times and not just three.

My instincts are screaming at me to thrust against him, to take out my dick and to touch his.

I decide to follow them, pulling my hips back enough for my hand to fit between us. I reach down and tentatively cup Charlie’s bulge.

He throws his head back, and I groan at losing his lips, but then he makes it all better.

“Nik,” he moans, and it instantly becomes my favorite sound in the world. Also, my new favorite nickname. I attack his throat, licking a straight line from his collarbone to his ear. He can call me whatever he pleases as long as he keeps letting me feel him up and...

His hand, still on my ribs, starts to slide round to my back, then down, down, down.

My fingers flex around his erection at the same time as he grabs my ass, hard. Definitely harder than it’s ever been grabbed before.

I focus on his dick again, letting my mouth work on autopilot all over his neck, and God , it feels like steel. I start stroking through the thin fabric of his sinful sweatpants and he moans for me again, long and loud.

It’s the best kind of high, knowing that what I’m doing is turning him on so much that he’ll moan for me, he’ll call out for me.

I go back in for a hard kiss, then lean back and sit up .

I need more.

I take advantage and pull in quick, deep breaths as I look down at him and grab the top of his pants.

“Can I?” I ask, squeezing between his legs with my other hand to get my point across.

Charlie’s eyes are open now, darker than they’ve ever been, and blazing with need. He swallows hard and nods wordlessly as he pants as well.

I pull his pants down to discover he’s not wearing underwear, which is fucking hot and also very convenient for what I want. Staring down, I watch as every inch of him is exposed to me—I don’t want to miss a single moment—but my attention is stolen when Charlie’s fingers slip through the strands of hair at my temple.

I open my mouth, a reassuring question on the tip of my tongue when Charlie leaves me speechless.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Nik.”

Charlie

He lunges at me, forgetting all about getting a look at my dick in favor of pushing my back to the mattress and stealing my breath, not only by lying completely on top of me, but with the hottest kiss in history.

I didn’t even know kissing someone for so long without an orgasm could be this entertaining, this fucking satisfying.

He grinds his hips against mine and I have to gasp at how big it feels. He’s a big fucking man, of course I’ve noticed, but now I have first-hand experience that proves his exceptional size is all over.

He straddles me without breaking the kiss while my hands go to his ass without me thinking about it. It’s a great ass, even for a hockey player, it’s too perfect, too?—

“God.” I have to groan when he thrusts again and sits up. Looking at him looming over me, all I can think is I’m very willing to let him use me however he needs to. I have a great fucking view from down here since I meant what I said.

He really is gorgeous.

Icy blue eyes keep me in place, trapped by the way they smolder when he looks down at me.

He focuses on my dick again, and seemingly has no problem adjusting because his fingers wrap around me, and though it’s a bit dry, he strokes me expertly. I guess that’s a good thing about having a man’s hand on your dick. If nothing else he’ll for sure know how to jack you off.

After a few pumps, he spits on his hand and gets back to it.

“Why is that so hot?” I mumble to myself.

“Your dick is hot,” Nikolay tells me as if we’re having an argument instead of hooking up. I have to chuckle at him. I guess old habits die hard in spite of how well we’ve gotten along these past weeks.

“I wanna see yours too,” I counter. I can see his cheeks stretch with a smile even if he doesn’t look away from my cock. He undoes the button of his jeans and pulls down the zipper without any fanfare, then reaches into his boxers and pulls out... the monster.

That has to be his nickname for sure.

“Fuck, you’re big.” I can’t hold back the words.

“Not to worry. I won’t fuck you today,” he says absentmindedly as he starts jacking himself off, his movements mirroring those of his other hand.

Again, I wonder why that’s so hot, but I keep my mouth shut this time because now that his jeans are loose around his hips...

I can reach inside them to cup his ass.

“Yes,” he hisses. “Harder.” I do as he says, and pull him up a little while I’m at it. The tips of our cocks brush against each other with the movement and I see stars.

“Jesus, fuck,” I cry.

“Charlie,” Nikolay pants out like a warning.

My eyes glued to all the action, I see the second a drop of precome comes out of his cock, and that’s a new experience , I think to myself.

I want to lick that drop. So bad.

I lick my lips instead and he groans, as if in pain.

I look up to see him staring at my face while he keeps the pace going with his hands. How he’s pulling this off, I’ll never know, but I’m sure not going to stop him now to ask. Still...

I reach for his dick and wrap my fingers around his base .

“Let me,” I ask.

He does, then leans his now free hand next to my head so his face is right above mine again. I keep staring at my hand, at another drop of precome. I swipe it with my thumb and smear it down his length.

He makes another pained sound and I snap my head up to make sure I haven’t hurt him. His gaze isn’t on our groins like I expected it to be, but on my eyes.

“You like it?” he asks in a whisper.

It’s not meant to be seductive, at least I don’t think so, but the barely there hint of vulnerability in the question drives me fucking insane.

“Yes,” I tell him through gritted teeth. “I love it.” I bring my knees up so my feet are flat on the mattress and that puts him right where I want him. I let go of his ass and grab the back of his neck, taste those magical lips again.

I focus hard on stroking him up and down, on bringing him as much pleasure as he’s bringing me, but soon enough I don’t have any attention left to give, because he focused too.

We pant into each other’s mouth as we bring each other to the edge. I feel him all around me, his forehead leaning against mine, his legs next to mine, his hand on me and mine on his.

Ragged breaths are the only sounds in my room, until with two groans only a moment apart, we both reach the point of no return.