Page 35 of Make You Mine This Christmas (Holly Ridge #2)

Austin

I pull back to look at Brody’s face. What I find there is nothing but trust and love, but I have to check.

“Are you sure? Really, it’s okay—”

“I’m not saying I never want to top you again, but I’m ready.

I want to share this with you.” He seals his words with a kiss, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips and asking for more.

I open, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine.

My hands run up the side of his body, across the front of his shoulders until they find the lapels of his jacket.

I push toward the back of his shoulders, letting it fall to the ground.

His hands undo the sash of my jacket and start to repeat the same motion.

He pauses when his fingers meet skin and pulls his mouth away.

“Are you shirtless under here?” Finishing the job of pushing the jacket off my shoulders, he takes in the sight of me, hat, suspenders and pants.

I know it’s a good look from checking the mirror earlier, but Brody looks like he wants to devour me.

“Okay, I think I’m beginning to understand your Santa kink,” he says, running his fingers over the elastic holding my pants into place.

He pulls the suspender back slightly and lets it go, so it snaps against my nipple.

I hiss, and he immediately bends, pushing the fabric out of the way so it hangs off my arm, and licks away the sting on my skin with his tongue.

The snap on the other side is harder, but I’m ready this time, and the immediate hit of pain turns to pleasure with his warm, wet mouth circling the tight bud.

With the suspenders off my shoulders, the pants fall to the ground.

It’s a good thing too, because my cock is leaking enough to form a wet spot through my underwear.

Shirtless in the Santa suit is one thing, but commando felt a bridge too far.

He reads my mind. “I wondered if I’d find you bare under the pants too.

” His finger slides under the elastic of my boxer briefs with dancing Santa Clauses on them, starting under my belly button and tracing to my ass crack.

He brings his finger back to the front, dipping further in to swipe some pre-cum from my slit.

My knees come close to buckling at the touch.

“Obviously, it would have been too messy,” I say, a growl leaving my chest as I watch him bring the liquid from my cock to his mouth. “You’ve got too many clothes on.” I step so we’re chest to chest. “Do you have more of these shirts?” He nods.

“Good,” I say, before tucking my hands between the halves and with a ripping motion send several of the buttons flying.

The bowtie I forgot to consider holds the shirt together at his neck.

“You know,” I mutter, all too aware Brody’s trying not to laugh at my annoyance.

“If I knew how to tie one of these things, I might make you wear this and only this while I fuck you.”

“I’ll teach you,” he says, extending his face up for a kiss. I slide the bowtie from the collar and undo the final button in the appropriate way. Brody holds up his arms, and I take care of the cuff links holding the shirt on his wrists.

“This never happens in the movies.” I take the cuff links and set them on the dresser next to us.

“This is better than any movie, because it’s us.”

“That’s a good line,” I say, my heart swelling in my chest. “And I’m not at all being sarcastic.

” My mouth goes to work on his neck while I open his pants.

Much like mine before, his pants fall right to the ground.

He steps out of them, taking my mouth and the rest of me with him.

I pull Brody’s body tight against me, moaning at the feeling of his skin against mine.

It’s only been days since I felt it, and only a few hours where I worried I’d never feel it again.

But I hope I never take it for granted. Our tongues tangle as we fight for dominance, until I grip his hair, positioning his mouth how I want it.

He allows me to take what I need from his kiss, all too happy to be swept along in my passion.

I realize we’re grinding our cocks together, and I will not allow Christmas orgasms to be ones where we finish in our underwear. I untangle myself from Brody and take a step back, admiring my handiwork. His hair askew, his lips swollen and face flushed. I want to take him apart.

“Get yourself ready for me,” I say, my voice deep and full of desire. His eyes widen, and his cock jerks underneath the cloth of his boxer briefs, telling me he’s into it. He nods.

“On the bed, then.” I jerk my chin to indicate where I want him.

Stopping at the bedside table, he pulls out a bottle of lube and pushes down his briefs, letting his cock spring free.

He climbs on the bed, propping his head on a pillow.

I keep myself at the foot and fight to keep my hands at my sides and not on my body.

Brody takes a deep breath and coats his finger in lube.

Reaching down between his legs, he circles his hole before pushing the tip of his finger inside.

His other hand grasps at his cock and gives it slow, loose strokes.

He wipes at the moisture gathering at the tip and uses that to glide up and down.

Little by little, he sinks his finger in, until he’s working it in and out of himself at a pace matching the strokes of his cock.

“God, what a sight you are, baby. Merry Christmas to me,” I say, squeezing hard at the bulge in the front of my underwear. “Tell me, how does it feel?”

“Feels good,” he says, his voice strained. “Not as good as your finger though.” Brody had asked for a little ass play at points when I sucked his dick, but I never gave him more than one.

“Try adding one more,” I say. “Then it might feel better than me.” He pulls his hand free to add a bit more lube, and then he’s back at his opening, pushing a second finger in.

“Take out your cock,” he says, my eyes locked on where his two fingers are disappearing. “I want to see it.”

I push my briefs to the ground and grab my cock firmly at the base, not giving in to the urge to stroke. “Like what you see? I know I do.”

He nods, another groan as his hand twitches. He must have just added another finger. “I can see you leaking from here.”

“I’m dying to put my mouth on you,” I say. “How would that feel right now?”

“Please, I need your mouth,” he groans. I climb onto the bed and crawl to where he is.

The sight of his hole being stretched by three fingers is even better up close.

But I don’t want to look anymore. I want to touch.

I stop the motions of his hand on an out stroke and pull his fingers the rest of the way out and replace them with three of mine.

His hips arch and I feel his muscles clench around us.

“You’re opening up so good for me,” I say, continuing to move my hand in time with his.

I lean down and take him in my mouth, bobbing up and down for a few strokes before swirling my tongue around the angry red head.

I move down to suck one of his balls in my mouth, our hands bumping against my chin.

“Austin, please, I’m ready,” he begs.

“Say it again.” Our hands pull completely out of his body this time.

“Please, can I have your cock?” His eyes are open wide, like he might break apart if I don’t fill him where he’s empty.

“However—whenever you want it.”

“I want to ride you,” he says, swallowing hard at whatever he’s picturing.

I catch up to his vision and scramble up next to his head, pressing a kiss to his lips.

He pulls himself into a sitting position and kneels in front of me.

Opening the bottle of lube, he pours some in his hand and slicks up my cock.

I hiss at the contact, beyond ready to feel him with nothing between us.

I just hope I can manage not to blow the moment I’m buried inside him.

Brody moves my hand to the base of my cock, and I hold it up for him as he straddles me. Using my shoulders as support, he lowers himself onto me.

“Nice and slow,” I say, knowing from this angle he’ll feel extra full.

Brody shakes his head and drops himself in one motion until he’s full of my cock. We both groan at the sudden change in sensation.

“You’re squeezing me so tight.”

“I was made to take your cock. You fill me so good.” His eyes open from being squeezed tight and lock with mine. “Ready?”

“Ready,” I say, and Brody starts a slow grind on my dick. His movements are small, but they send sparks up my spine. He starts riding me harder, pushing himself up and down my shaft, shifting so he gets the angle just right.

“Oh!” he cries. I grip his hips so we can repeat the motion, lighting him up from the inside. Our movement in the mirror across from the bed catches my eye then, and I watch as Brody moves up and down, taking all of me into his body. Only he and I, with nothing between.

“Baby, I wish you could see how good you look taking me.” I nod at the mirror. He twists to look over his shoulder. I see in the mirror his eyes are locked on where I disappear and reappear with his thrusts.

“Fuck,” he says, turning back to face me and taking my mouth. He pushes his fingers into my hair, gripping tight as his ass grips me tighter. I reach between us and stroke his cock in time with our thrusts.

“I’m so close,” he says, his lips still moving against mine, like he can’t bear to lose the contact.

“Let me see you fall,” I say, pulling away and watching as Brody’s face tightens in ecstasy.

His movements falter as he comes, spraying both of our chests with his release.

I thrust up into him through his orgasm, trying to extend his pleasure, until the pressure around my cock is too much and I empty into him.