Page 62 of Christmas Bubble

“Slide your feet forward and move now.”

His skin reddens at my command.

“You like being told what to do?”

He bites his lip and nods.

“Then do it.”

He raises his hips and comes down again.

“Riley,” he shouts, and this is different from before. His body shakes as I meet his thrusts with mine.

“Baby, I’m so close,” I say in his ear. “Will you come for me?”

I reach out to his cock, but he takes my hands and laces them with his. Our joint groans must be heard for miles, but we’re both too far gone.

We keep the pace, me thrusting into him as he falls onto my cock like he’s coming home. It doesn’t take long before Curtis comes in the most beautiful full-body orgasm I’ve ever seen.

I hold him as he shakes through it, calling my name.

A couple more thrusts and my orgasm follows as I fill him over and over again. It’s a pure raw, carnal release.

His head rests on my chest. His hair is wet with sweat, just like mine. We’re sticky and will soon feel the cold, but neither of us seems ready to move.

“I think your cannon dick killed me, Coach.”

I snort. “You’d certainly win gold at a rodeo, that’s for sure.”

He chuckles. “Damn right. Yeehaw.”

My dick softens slowly and eventually slips out. Is it weird that I want to see my cum spill out of his hole?

What’s happening to me? Why do I feel like I’m claiming this guy like a possessive animal?

I slowly raise to a sitting position, taking him with me and then lifting him so I can carry him to the bathroom.

His arms are folded close to his chest, and the way he looks at me makes my heart skip a few beats.

“You are adorable when you’re tired, you know that,” I say.

“Give me a twelve-minute halftime break, Coach, and I’ll be ready for the second half.”

I set him down on the bathroom tiles and turn the shower on. This cabin has an old system that takes a while to heat, so I turn back to my strawberry-flavored insatiable man.

Wait. Mine? Keep it cool, Riley. He’s not yours. Christmas bubble, remember?

“Twelve minutes, you say?” I place my hands on either side of him, trapping him against the sink.

He narrows his eyes and bites his lips before licking them sensually. Then he looks down.

I follow his gaze, surprised to see he’s already half-hard.

“Holy mother, what do you eat? I don’t remember recovering that fast at your age.”

He hooks his arms around my neck and lifts himself so he’s holding on to me like a koala. I smile and help him stay in place with my hands on his ass. It’s definitely not a chore.

“First of all, Riley.” He kisses my cheek. “You make me stupid horny. I can’t help it.” He kisses the other cheek. “Second of all, John, I’ve been waiting for you to notice me for about a billion years and five-hundred cakes.” He kisses my lips, and this time he lingers until my own dick is at half-mast. I know I won’t manage a full erection, but what this man does to me is beyond incredible.