Page 10 of Celebrating the Season (Forestville Silver Foxes)

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I perched on Ellery’s lap, his hard cock brushing against my ass. The heat from the fireplace warmed my skin, but it was nothing compared to the glorious way my ass stung. Jesus, that spanking had felt so good. Even now, it was hard for me to explain how that was possible, but I’d have to figure that out later.

Outside, snow fell in thick flurries, blanketing the world in white. But inside this cozy log cabin, my world had narrowed to the man beneath me.

“So?” I prompted when Ellery remained silent. “What’s on your mind, big guy?”

God, I was dying to know what was going on in that gorgeous head of his. Ellery wasn’t the overthinking type—that was more my department. But something was clearly weighing on him, and my curiosity was killing me. Plus, sitting here naked while he thought deep thoughts was making me squirmy. I shifted, earning a sharp intake of breath from Ellery as my movement caused delicious friction.

Ellery’s eyes met mine, filled with a swirling mix of desire and something else I couldn’t quite name. His strong hands tightened on my hips, stilling my fidgeting. For a long moment, he stared at me like he was trying to memorize every detail of my face.

I opened my mouth, another question on the tip of my tongue, but Ellery chose that moment to speak.

“I want to take charge again,” he said, his voice low and commanding in a way that sent shivers racing down my spine.

Holy shit. My breath caught in my throat as heat pooled low in my belly. Ellery’s words echoed in my mind, igniting a spark of pure want.

“Oh,” I squeaked out, my brain short-circuiting. “I mean, yes. Please. Take charge. All yours. Yep.”

A ghost of a smile flickered across Ellery’s face at my babbling. His large hand came up to cup my cheek, thumb brushing across my lower lip. “You sure about that, sweetheart? Once I start, I’m not going to stop until I’ve taken you apart completely.”

I nodded, already trembling with need. “I’m sure. So fucking sure. Please, Ellery. I want you to?—”

My rambling was cut off as Ellery surged forward, capturing my lips in a searing kiss that left no room for doubt about his intentions. He devoured my mouth, tongue demanding entry. I melted into him, surrendering to his dominance.

As Ellery deepened the kiss, my mind raced. God, I’d wanted this—needed this—more than I’d realized. The thrill of giving up control, of letting someone else take the lead, was intoxicating. And if I were honest with myself, I hadn’t wanted to be in charge in the first place. That novelty would’ve worn off fast.

But even as desire clouded my thoughts, a nagging feeling persisted. There was something Ellery wasn’t telling me, some unspoken truth behind his eyes. I could sense it in the tension of his muscles, the almost desperate edge to his kiss.

I pulled back, panting. “Ellery, wait. Is there?—”

“Shh,” he murmured against my lips, large hands sliding down to grip my ass. “No more talking.”

And just like that, my questions evaporated. Maybe Ellery wasn’t ready to share everything yet. That was okay. This—his touch, his kiss, the promise of what was to come—was enough for now.

I surrendered myself to the moment, to Ellery’s skilled hands and searching mouth. Whatever else was going on in that beautiful, complicated mind of his could wait. Right now, all that mattered was us.

Ellery’s hands roamed over my body, his touch possessive and demanding. I shivered as his calloused fingers skimmed my sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His beard scraped deliciously against my neck as he nipped and sucked, marking me.

“Fuck, Ellery,” I gasped, squirming in his lap. “That feels so good.”

He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through me. “You like that, boy?”

I barely registered the sound of a cap opening before slick fingers probed my entrance. The touch was rough, urgent, and it sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.

“Oh god,” I moaned, my hips bucking. “Yes, please…”

Ellery chuckled darkly, working me open with practiced ease. “So eager. Such a good boy for me.”

His words sent a fresh wave of arousal coursing through me. I loved when he talked dirty, when he praised me like this. It made me feel wanted, cherished.

Ellery withdrew his fingers. I whined at the loss, but he silenced me with a bruising kiss. “You’re gonna ride me, sweetheart. Except I will be in control…and you can’t come until I tell you.”

Fuuuuck. Why was that so hot? I had the urge to call him Sir again, but I held my tongue when Ellery’s strong hands gripped my hips. He guided me down onto his cock with a firm, steady pressure. The sensation was overwhelming, that familiar stretch and fullness that never failed to make me gasp. And in this case, the friction of the glowing skin of my ass against his thighs only added to the sensations.

My fingers dug into his broad shoulders for support. “Oh fuck…”

His eyes locked on mine, intense and hungry. “You take me so well, boy. Like you were made for my cock.”

Those words sent a shiver through me, and I rolled my hips, reveling in Ellery’s hitched breaths. Encouraged, I picked up the pace, riding him with increasing urgency.

“That’s it,” Ellery groaned, his hands never leaving my hips. “Show me how much you want it.”

I was lost in sensation, my body moving almost of its own accord. I rode him with abandon, throwing my head back and stretching my upper body as my legs did all the work. Well, not all, since Ellery helped me, lifting me by my hips and pushing me downward.

“God, El,” I panted, my movements becoming more frantic. “I can’t… I need…”

“I’ve got you,” he assured me, his grip tightening as he took control of our rhythm. “Let go, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

And just like that, I surrendered to him, letting Ellery guide me with his expert touch. My mind went blissfully blank, focused on the incredible feeling of him inside me and the building pressure in my core.

My thighs started to tremble, my movements becoming less coordinated as fatigue set in. Ellery, ever attentive, sensed the shift. “Getting tired?”

Before I could even respond, Ellery moved with lightning speed. In one fluid motion, he flipped me onto my stomach, pressing me into the soft cushions of the couch. The sudden change left me breathless, my heart racing with excitement.

“What—” My words were cut off as he grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head.

“Shh,” he growled. “I’m taking over now.”

I felt the solid weight of his body against my back, his breath hot on my neck. My skin tingled with anticipation, every nerve ending on high alert.

“Fuck, you’re so beautiful like this.” Ellery’s free hand traced down my spine. “Spread wide for me, boy. Open that ass for my cock.”

I complied eagerly, arching my back and parting my legs. Ellery wasted no time, sliding back into me with a forceful thrust that made me cry out in pleasure.

“That’s it. Let me hear you.”

Ellery set a relentless pace, each thrust precise and powerful. I was utterly at his mercy, pinned beneath him and loving every second. The room filled with the obscene sounds of our lovemaking and my desperate moans.

“El, please…” I wasn’t even sure what I was begging for. “I need?—”

“I know what you need, and I’m going to give it to you.”

I lost myself in the overwhelming pleasure, my world narrowing to the feeling of Ellery claiming me so thoroughly. Every movement sent sparks of ecstasy through my body, building toward an inevitable crescendo.

“You’re mine.” Ellery’s teeth gently bit down on my neck. Fuck, that would leave a beautiful mark. “Say it.”

“Yours.” The word was torn from me. “I’m yours, El. All yours.”

Pressure built, a tidal wave of sensation threatening to overwhelm me. Ellery’s thrusts grew faster, more erratic, and I knew he was close too. My fingers scrabbled against the couch cushions, desperate for purchase, as my body tensed.

“Come for me, boy,” Ellery commanded, and those words pushed me over the edge. I cried out, my body convulsing as waves of intense pleasure crashed over me. My vision blurred, stars dancing behind my eyelids as I shuddered beneath Ellery.

“Fuck, yes,” Ellery groaned. He thrust deep one last time, his body going rigid as he followed me into ecstasy. I felt the warm pulse of his release inside me, intensifying my own climax.

For a moment, we stayed frozen, both panting. Then Ellery lowered himself onto me, his weight a comforting pressure. I basked in the afterglow, feeling utterly content and thoroughly claimed.

“You okay?” Ellery pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder.

“Mmmm.” I was almost too blissed-out for words. “More than.”

Ellery chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest and into my back. He shifted, and I whimpered at the loss as he slipped out of me and turned on his side. But then his fingers were there, tracing around my sensitive entrance.

I wanted to protest that it was too much, too soon, but the words died on my lips when he nudged my legs apart. “Show me that dirty little hole…”

What else could I do but obey?

“Mmm, I love seeing my load drip out of you. Even more when your ass is so pretty with my handprints.”

“El…” I squirmed as he pushed some of his release back inside me. “Oh god.”

“Shh,” he soothed, continuing his teasing exploration. “Wanna see and feel how well I’ve marked you as mine.”

The possessive note in his voice sent a thrill through me, even as my oversensitive body trembled under his touch. When his fingers sank deep inside me, brushing my P-spot, I whimpered. How could something be too much yet feel good simultaneously?

“I’ve never seen such a pretty hole…” Ellery bent over me, pressing a kiss against that abused little ring, and god, I would’ve endured anything for him right there and then. “It looks so perfectly dirty with my cum dripping out of you.”

I pushed back against his fingers, craving more, despite my exhaustion.

Ellery chuckled. “Insatiable… What am I going to do with you and that hungry little hole you have?”

Honestly, if he wanted to fuck me again, I would do it, even though it would be too much at the same time.

Ellery shifted behind me, his warm body leaving mine as he moved down the couch. Before I could process the loss, his hands were on my hips, turning me onto my back. I blinked up at him, my mind hazy with pleasure and fatigue.

“What are you—” My question was cut off by a sharp gasp as Ellery’s fingers sank back into my ass, though gently. And then he bent over, and before I realized what was happening, his mouth engulfed my half-hard cock. “Oh fuck, El!”

His eyes met mine, full of desire, as his tongue swirled around my sensitive flesh. I squirmed, caught between the overwhelming sensation and the desire for more.

“Too much,” I panted, even as my hips bucked involuntarily. “I can’t?—”

Ellery hummed, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through me. His large, calloused hands held my hips firmly, keeping me in place as he worked his expert mouth over me while pumping his fingers. My body was confused by the mixed signals, but pressure built inside me anyway.

“Ellery, please,” I whimpered, not sure if I was begging him to stop or keep going. My hands found their way into his hair, tugging at the silver strands.

He pulled off for a moment, his voice husky as he said, “One more, boy. Give me one more.”

I nodded frantically, beyond words as he took me back into his mouth. My world narrowed to the wet heat surrounding me, the skilled pressure of his tongue, the slight scrape of his beard against my thighs, the slide of his fingers inside me. I was vaguely aware that I was babbling, a stream of “oh god” and “fuck” and “El” pouring from my lips.

The pressure built quickly, almost painfully intense. When Ellery’s finger pressed against my prostate, it was enough to push me over the edge. My vision blurred, stars exploding behind my eyelids as I came with a hoarse cry.

Ellery worked me through it, gentling his movements as I shuddered and gasped. When it became too much, I weakly pushed at his head, and he released me.

“C’mere,” I mumbled, making grabby hands at him. He chuckled, the sound warm and affectionate as he moved up to gather me in his arms.

I nestled against his broad chest, feeling utterly spent and completely satisfied. Ellery’s fingers carded through my curls, and I hummed contentedly.

“You good?” he asked softly, kissing the top of my head.

“Mmm,” I managed, nuzzling closer. “Perfect. Never want to move again.”

His chest rumbled with quiet laughter. “We’ll have to, eventually. But not yet.”

I smiled, my eyes drifting closed as I basked in the warmth of his embrace. This man. This amazing, kind, dominant man. This sexy silver fox, who knew exactly how to send me flying high and push me out of my comfort zone. He’d made me feel things I’d never felt, reach highs I’d never seen before, and experience bliss beyond description.

Leaving him when our time together was up was gonna be hell.