Page 29 of Make You Mine This Christmas (Holly Ridge #2)

Brody

I don’t know that I’ve ever slept with a guy who knows I’m a professional Santa. Getting hit on as Santa isn’t novel to me, but mixing together all the parts of me is. I’ve never wanted someone to know all of me the same way I want Austin to.

I wrap my leg around his and flip him so I’m on top. His eyes darken.

“I don’t get to be thrown around a lot. I’m into it.”

A growl comes from deep in my throat as I lean down to attack his mouth. “I throw you around. Only me.” I’m not normally a possessive guy, but something in Austin brings it out in me.

“Yes, sir,” he says breathlessly as he recovers from the assault of my lips.

My mind is on keeping him breathless as I trail kisses from his mouth, down his neck.

I nip at his collarbone, before moving across his chest to the other side.

Austin’s hips arch up, searching for friction with my body.

I’m keeping my cock out of range intentionally, and he whines when he doesn’t find the contact he’s looking for.

“Patience,” I murmur into his skin before biting one of his nipples.

I lick the sting away. My cock is leaking all over, but that’s not important now.

What’s important is lying underneath me, grinding himself against the trail of hair on my stomach.

I love that I get to see him like this. I take even that limited contact away as I continue my path downward, licking the grooves of his abs as he clenches against the sensation of my tongue.

Instead of continuing straight down to take his cock in my mouth, I lick the crease of his thighs, breathing in the smell of his soap and pure Austin.

Delaying where we both want my mouth to be, I take one ball in my mouth, and then the other.

Not able to wait any longer to feel the weight of him on my tongue, I finally give in, licking a stripe from his base to his tip before circling the head of his cock.

While my mouth is busy, I bring a finger and push gently on his hole.

Even with the attention on his dick, I feel his muscles clench at the smallest of intrusions.

I trust Austin to be honest with me about what he wants, but I know it’s been a long time, he may need some extra attention.

Luckily, giving Austin attention has once again become one of my favorite pastimes.

I pull my mouth off his cock, and admire how it glistens with his pre-cum and my saliva against his abs. His eyes meet mine, and I keep my motions slow and deliberate. With a hand around the back of each thigh, I push his legs up and open, baring all of him to me.

“Hello there,” I say, taking in how his puckered hole is waiting for my attention.

He wraps his hands behind his thighs, helping me to keep them up.

“I’d like to eat your ass to start,” I say, gently brushing my fingers across his hole, to his balls, before giving his cock a gentle stroke, noticing it starting to soften with all the attention and exposure.

Austin’s eyes widen, and he nods.

“Use your words, please,” I say, my tone stern. I know we’ve never done this, I’m not sure if anyone else has had him this way either. Pleasure zings through me at knowing I might be the only one.

“Yes,” he breathes, his eyes showing his nervous anticipation.

“Would you like to lay like this? On your knees might be easier,” I offer.

“No, I . . . I want to see your face.”

I smile, feeling the same way. “Pass me a pillow please.” He does as I ask and helps me prop his hips up, putting it into place.

I scoot further down the bed, bringing myself eye level with my goal.

I circle his hole with my tongue before brushing over the area in soft and gentle strokes.

He moans, “Oh fuck,” and I take his enjoyment as a green light to keep going.

I take my time, feeling him relax. The tip of my tongue breaches the ring of muscle, and he tightens, pushing me back out.

“Ugh, sorry. I’m trying to relax,” he mutters, adjusting the grip on his legs.

“You won’t hear me complain—I could spend hours between your legs.

” I reach up to give his cock a gentle stroke, combining my touch with more attention to the outer ring.

Again, I poke the tip of my tongue inside him, and this time, his body lets me in a bit further.

I alternate between quick strokes across his hole and thrusting my tongue deeper inside him.

His groans grow louder and more frequent the more he lets me in.

“More, I need more,” he says, his fingers scrambling for the bottle of lube I got out while he was in the shower and shoving it toward me.

“Topping from the bottom,” I tut, making sure my tone is teasing.

Squeezing out a bit of the liquid, I warm it between my fingers before brushing across the puckered skin with one finger.

I slowly push it in, pushing past the muscles trying to keep me out.

In and out, slowly, until I’m down to the third knuckle.

I sit up on my knees, so I can watch his whole body for reactions.

My other hand around his cock, I keep my eyes on his face as I aim for—

“Oh, fuck,” he shouts, his hips leaving the bed. “Fuck, it’s not nearly as good when I do it.”

“I’m definitely putting watching you play with your ass on my Christmas list,” I say, thrusting my finger against his prostate again. “Are you ready for another one?” I ask, wanting to check in at every stage.

“Yes, please, two more even.” His tone is desperate, sending a jolt of lust straight to my cock.

“One at a time, babe,” I say, before dribbling more lube on my hand and pushing a second finger in. I keep my grip loose on his cock, adding a stroke in every once in a while to keep him on his toes. Probably unnecessary with the prostate stimulation, but I’m nothing if not a giver.

“Forget the third one. Fuck me, please,” he says, his eyes closed and back straining.

“Uh-uh,” I say, scissoring my fingers to open him up even more while I drag my other hand up and down his stomach, lighting up his nerve endings. “We gotta do three first before I give you this fat cock.”

His eyes open and land right on my cock before he swallows hard. “Okay, yes, third finger. But make it quick.”

I kiss the inside of his knee. “I love how you’re begging for my dick, but I won’t hurt you. It’ll be worth it, I promise.” I push a third finger in. After a few thrusts, Austin’s meeting my hand with his hips. Maybe he really is ready for me.

I pull my hand out and set Austin’s feet on the bed to give his legs a break. “I got tested since the last time I was with someone, but I can use a condom if you want.”

Austin reaches for his bedside table and pulls out a foil packet.

“I’ll go get tested tomorrow. I always wear a condom, but to be safe for now.

” He hands the condom to me and watches as I roll the silicone down my length and pour lube into my palm.

His strokes to his cock match the strokes I use to spread the lube over the silicone, a lazy smile on his face.

Once I’m slick for him, I walk my knees forward a bit and he grabs his legs again without me asking. The head of my cock rests against his opening and our eyes meet.

“Are you ready?” I ask, holding still.

“Ready,” he responds. My focus shifts to where he’s swallowing me in, bit by bit. “So tight,” I murmur, checking to be sure he’s doing okay. His eyes are on my face.

“So full,” he answers, and a second later, I bottom out, my pelvis meeting his ass. I lean over his body to kiss him, unable to resist while I give him time to adjust.

Rising up a few inches, I find his gaze waiting for mine.

I move my hips, pulling out a few inches, before pushing slowly back in.

The slow slide repeats until Austin reaches up and tangles his hand in my hair, pulling my mouth back to his.

“More,” he says, the word almost lost as he tangles his tongue with mine, giving me everything he’s got.

I start thrusting faster and harder, his hips finding the pace and matching me.

I adjust the angle of my body slightly and know I’ve found my goal when Austin pulls his mouth from mine.

With his head thrown back, he groans long and loud.

“Right. There.” Happy to oblige, I pick up the pace, slamming into him hard enough the headboard joins into the rhythm of skin meeting skin, our heavy breaths and groans. The soundtrack of my wet dreams.

Austin’s arm snakes between us and I feel the knuckles of his hand moving up and down his cock against my stomach. “Almost there,” he says, his voice breathless. “Get there too.”

All of a sudden, I’m right at the edge, teetering on beating him.

I put the last bit I have into those final thrusts and feel his muscles squeeze me like a vice while the rest of his body tightens and he spills onto his stomach.

My hips stutter before I’m emptying into the condom.

My arms give out, and I feel the warm wetness of his release between us.

His legs cross over the back of my calves while his arms tighten across my back.

I shift, trying to roll to the side, but he tightens his hold, not letting me.

“Feels good. Like my own Brody-scented weighted blanket.” He talks into my neck, and I feel the exhale of his laughter as I laugh too.

After a moment, I pull up to look in his eyes, and the contentment I find there spreads through me like the warmth of a bath I would love to sink into every fucking day.

I take his lips in a gentle kiss before finding the strength to push myself up slightly.

He lets me go this time, and I slowly pull out, not missing the wince he tries to hide.

“Let me go get something to clean us up.” I dispose of the condom and walk naked to the bathroom.

I wet a cloth and leave the faucet running while I wipe the cum from my stomach and chest hair before it dries.

Once the water warms, I run the water over it, and walk quickly back to Austin before it cools.

He’s in the exact position I left him, with his eyes closed.

He blinks as I use the wash cloth where he’s a little pink from my intrusion.

Once I’ve tended to him thoroughly there, I wipe up his stomach and chest. “It helps you’re not furry like me,” I say, passing over his smooth skin.

He reaches for me, and I go easily, tossing the cloth onto the floor to be dealt with later.

His fingers run through the hair on my chest, trailing over my stomach and making the return path.

“I dunno, I’m a fan of furry Brody. Though I guess you could do this yourself if you wanted.”

“It could never feel as good as you touching me,” I respond, pressing my forehead to his. “Good?” I ask, referring to more of him than the fingers tracing my body.

“Good,” he says nodding, his eyes closing again.

I position us so his head rests in the crook of my neck, an arm around his back, curling him into my body.

He comes willingly and tangles his legs with mine, erasing the few inches he has on me.

His fingers continue their trail, slowing as his breathing evens out and then stopping right over my heart.

Like his body knows, even in his sleep he belongs there, because that organ belongs to him.

Sometimes, I think it never stopped. I cover his hand with mine and follow him into sleep.