Page 46 of Christmas Bubble

He sits up, his eyes greener than ever. “Everyone deserves a chance to be themselves. If I can help you discover yourself, please let me do it. Trust me. It’s not a hardship.”

I laugh.

“I’m not joking, Riley. I’ll ride you, blow you, aaanything you want, and I’ll even feed you.”

I shake my head at the ridiculousness of this conversation. My dick gets harder at his suggestions.

“Think about this as our own Christmas bubble. Whatever happens here stays here.”

I look into his eyes to see how serious he is, and he’s staring back with the same determination he’s had when leaving gifts for me in the coaches’ office or bringing me a new cake he’s baked. Always confident I would never decline them.

“Our Christmas bubble?”

“Our Bubblelicious Christmas bubble,” he says.

“So, how do you propose we start my journey of self-discovery?”

He bites his lip and points down at the very clear hardness in my sweatpants.

18

BUBBLE

I might be verybrave or very stupid, but I think I’ve just convinced a man, who up until today I thought was straight, to have free rein when it comes to using me.

Juju would definitely have my head cut off as well as my balls.

I know Riley’s been hard from the moment he pulled me onto his lap. He may be confused about his attraction to men or me, but his body has no doubts about what it wants. That’s a language I speak fluently.

“What do you”—he swallows—“mean?”

“I’m just going to help you take the edge off, okay?”

He nods.

I remove my sweater and help him take off his.

“Christ on a pedestal, Riley.” I knew he kept in shape and often trained with his team, but this is a whole new level of sexy I wasn’t prepared for.

“You’re one to talk,” he says. His hands run down my chest, tentatively touching my peaked nipples. “You’re so graceful when you move. There’s no doubt you’re a dancer and an athlete. That day in the locker room…I had to run away because seeing you was too much. I think it was the first time I started wondering about my sexuality. Not consciously, but I was rock hard all the way home, and it didn’t go away until I took care of myself.”

I gasp. “Tell me what you did.” I press my hips against his, and it has the desired effect. There’s no need to remove any more clothes. I want him to feel comfortable, but there will be no mistakes here. He’s getting the orgasm of a lifetime.

“I went inside my place,” he says, leaning his head back on the couch.

“Any particular room?”

“The hallway. I was so hard that it was painful.”

I pick up the pace of my thrusts, trying not to moan because what I’m doing to him feels good to me too.

“Did you take yourself in your hand right there and then?”

“Yes.”

“Tell me how you like to stroke yourself.”

“Curtis,” he moans.