Page 29 of The Holiday Exchange

Don’t fall, don’t fall,I keep repeating to myself the whole time. The second I hit the bottom step of the porch, I stop. I turn just in time to see Briar stumble before his body collides with mine. My arms shoot out, and I catch him, the two of us laughing and holding each other under the glow of the outside lights. I feel his breath on my face, his body warm and hard against mine. My dick takes notice, all the blood in my body heading straight for my groin.

As if feeling the same, Briar quiets at the same time I do, our gazes holding, breaths like puffs of smoke between us.

“Hi,” I say, ridiculously.

“Hi,” Briar replies.

“I’d really like to kiss you. We don’t have to if you don’t want, but?—”

“I want,” Briar cuts me off before his mouth is on mine. The kiss is even more potent than the first time, going straight to my head. I wrap my arms around him, pull him close, push my hand under his beanie to thread my fingers through his hair.

Christ, he tastes good, feels even better, kissing me like he’s hungry for me, like he’s been craving me as long as I have him. Briar tugs me tighter, his thick erection pressing against mine. We rut against each other, my hands traveling to his taut ass. Briar moans into my mouth. God, I wish the clothes were gone between us, wish I could explore every inch of his skin. I want to wrap myself up in his warmth, make him feel cherished before I make him come.

We’re both panting, foreheads pressed together, when he says, “That was a fantastic kiss.”

“You took the words out of my mouth,” I reply, then press my lips briefly to his again.

“I want you,” Briar admits, and I swear it feels like my heart is throwing a party in my chest.

“I want you too.”

“What do you like?”

“I’m vers, so I’m up for anything. You?” I ask.

“Me too, but tonight I want you to fuck me, if that’s all right with you.”

I grin, the celebration still going on inside me. “That’s more than all right. I’d love to be inside you. Come on, let’s go in and warm you up.”

Briar takes my hand in his, unlocking the door and leading me into the quiet house. His parents’ room is on the first floor, Briar’s on the second.

It takes about a hundred years to get out of our jackets and winter wear.

“Is it me, or is this taking forever?” he asks, and I chuckle.

“I swear I was just thinking the same thing. Hurry. I want you so fucking much.”

We finish, and then we’re softly laughing, while also trying to be quiet and hurrying up the stairs. The second the door is closed behind us, I have Briar’s back pressed against it, my thigh between his legs, my lips seared to his again. He shoves his hand under my shirt, the two of us rutting together, my dick throbbing with need. I slide a hand between us, cup his bulge, and massage it with my palm. “Look at this surprise you brought me. I can’t wait to make you come.”

Briar moans, drops his head back with athunkagainst the door. “I can’t wait either. It’s going to happen sooner rather than later if you’re not careful, though.”

I laugh, kissing his throat. “We wouldn’t want that, would we? Do you have supplies?”

“I do.”

I cock a brow. “Why, Briar, did you plan to seduce me?”

He snickers. “I didn’t plan this, but I can’t say I’m not thrilled it’s happening. I promise I keep some in my overnight bag just in case.”

“Damn it. I was hoping you brought it for me. Let’s get out of these clothes.”

My fingers go to the buttons on his shirt, the two of us working together to get it open before it drops to the floor. He tugs mine over my head next. I’m broader than him, my chest furrier. It’s not something I’ve ever been self-conscious about, but I can’t help hoping he likes what he sees.

“God, you’re sexy,” Briar answers my unspoken question, reaching out to pluck each of my hardened nipples, making me gasp.

“We have to hurry and get naked. I’m dying here,” I joke, and then suddenly it’s a race for both of us to get out of our shoes, socks, pants, and underwear before he’s beautifully bare in frontof me, his dick long and hard, the tip glistening with precome. His stomach is flatter than mine, the hair on his torso not as thick.

I reach out and wrap a hand around his shaft. Briar sucks in a sharp breath as I run my thumb over the head of his erection, collecting the precome there. I bring my finger to my mouth, sucking it in, and moan. “God, you taste good.”