Page 38 of Holiday Crush

Court nibbled my lips, kissed my jaw, and bit my earlobe. “So fucking hot.”

I hooked my legs around his waist and pulled his face close. “I want you.”

He groaned aloud, pumping his hips suggestively and rolling over so I was on top. “Have me. Do whatever you fucking want to me.”

“That’s quite an invitation.”

And I fully intended to take him up on the offer. I flattened my palms on his chest as I rocked my hips, loving the slide of his erection between my cheeks. He was big, and I could almost anticipate the stretch and burn. I rose on my knees, pulling the elastic over my ass. Then I sucked two fingers and reached behind to glide them along my crease.

“Holy shit. I need to see this. Let me watch you, let me help.” He upended me, lost his boxer briefs in a flash, and dove between my thighs, kissing me senseless as he stroked our shafts. “Lube, condoms?”

“Nightstand drawer.” I tilted my chin as I lifted my leg and continued massaging my entrance.

Court grunted as he dove sideways. A click of a bottle top later, a slick digit skimmed over my pucker. His nostrils flared as he slipped it inside, stroking my cock while he fingered my hole.

I surprised myself by how curiously shameless I was, spread open like a ho. Sure, I’d owned my sexuality for years and I’d had plenty of practice in the bedroom, but this was Court, my original crush. One would think I’d show a modicum of cool under the circumstances, but no…I was too far gone. I wanted him far too much.

I sank into sensation, breathing through discomfort as he added a second finger. And a third. The subtle twist of his wrist as he jerked my cock and simultaneously nudged my prostate were proof he knew what he was doing. Fuck, it was glorious.

He pulled away and fumbled with a condom wrapper. I watched him through hooded eyelids, sweat beading on my brow. I wasn’t sure where to look—his toned abs, tattooed biceps, or muscular forearms. I licked my lips appreciatively, groaning aloud when he lined his cock at my entrance and pushed.

Yeah, it hurt, but I didn’t mind at all. I was one of those oddballs who got a wicked high at that precipice where pain gave way to pleasure. I held my breath as Court inched forward, my hands splayed on his pecs.

He bottomed out, pausing to rest his forehead on mine. “You okay?”

“Mmm, yes. Just gimme a sec. I like this.”

He hummed in agreement. “Me too, but you’re kinda killing me. You’re so…tight.”

“I do my Kegels.”

Court chuckled, deep and low. “You what?”

“You heard me. They say it’s good for pelvic floor strength and—”

He put his hand over my mouth. “Shh. Don’t go medical on me, Ive. Just tell me when I can move.”

“Now.”

And he did.

He pulled halfway out and surged forward, setting a slow but steady pace. I lifted my legs and clutched his ass in a wordless request for more.

“Harder. Oh, fuck, yes. Harder.”

Court snapped his hips and set a wicked rhythm. I didn’t miss a beat. I arched upward to meet him thrust for thrust, twisting our tongues greedily. He broke the kiss and braced his weight on his left arm, bending my right knee to my chest. The new angle brought us impossibly closer, as if he’d managed to move deeper than ever inside me.

I gasped at the intensity of the steady glide of his cock against my sweet spot. I wasn’t going to last. That was my last semi-coherent thought as I slipped my hand between us to jerk myself.

“You want to come?”

“Yeah, I’m…I…”

He curled his fingers around mine, still pounding me into the mattress. He grazed his thumb over my slit and leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Come for me.”

I immediately shattered into a thousand pieces. My body convulsed and trembled as cum spurted across my stomach. I was flying somewhere over the universe high as a kite and yet I was here, clinging to this powerful big man. His orgasm struck a moment later. He roared with the force of it, bucking his hips until he was spent and wrung out.

I buried my nose in the crook of his neck and kissed his cheek before slowly disentangling my limbs. Court flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling, mumbling under his breath.