Page 104 of Estranged Heart

“Really? Because someone has shown me many times that nothing is impossible.” I lean into him, brushing our noses together.

“Then let’s go home and see if I can fully change your mind about candy canes.”

“Let’s.”

I count the register and lock up the store as he warms up the car. Though he has no issues being behind the wheel, there’s no sense in us both driving when we’re coming to the same place. He’s sitting in the passenger seat when I slide into the car, holding a wrapped candy cane between his fingers. His tongue peeks out between his lips as I pull out of the parking lot, tossing the gifted sweater on the back seat.

“What are you doing?” I ask, feeling the seat belt tighten around my tensing muscles as he lifts his shirt, exposing his hard nipples.

“Getting a head start so we don’t have to wait too long to begin the taste testing.” He rubs the wet part of the striped candy over each hard nub while unbuttoning his pants. I almost commit several traffic violations before we finally reach our house, my cock aching beneath the confines of my jeans. I drive into our garage, my eyes unable to avert from his direction as he starts grinding his cock against the candy cane.

Not waiting for the doors to close behind us, I undo my seat belt and slide my mouth down his cock, mint bursting on my taste buds. I lick down his base and back up his swollen crown, adding a little suction. Precum blends with the candy, and I’m so hungry for more I lap faster, licking every inch of his silky skin.

He pants, bucking his hips and sliding his fingers through my hair. I take him all the way down my throat, constricting around his pulsing cock. He goes tense, moans echoing around us as he shoots hot ropes of cum down my throat. I swallow as much of him as I can, licking my lips as I pull off him with a soft pop.

His eyes are glossed over and his lips are parted. The candy cane is still in his hand and I swipe my tongue over the top, not done mixing the two together tonight. He’s the perfect pairing to everything. I might even let him convince me to leave the ground one day without considering saying no. All I think about is him being there too, and so far it’s been enough. I’m pretty sure it always will be.

“So?” He pants. “Did I change your mind about candy canes?”

“I think the only way to really be sure is for me to taste it on you some more.”

His pupils are blown. “There’s nothing wrong with being sure.” He licks his lips and I slide the candy cane down the back of his pants, resting it cozily between his cheeks, teasing his entrance with the tip.

“No, nothing wrong with being sure at all.” And I know that’s always something I’ll be with him.