Page 30 of The Holiday Exchange

Briar kisses me, backing me up to the bed. I fall on the mattress, and he comes down on top of me. We make out for a while, frotting, the slide of his erection against mine shooting me to the moon.

“Fuck, I need more.” I flip him to his back so he’s looking up at me. “We good?” I ask, figuring he’ll know what I mean.

“Yes.”

“Where are the supplies?”

“Side pouch on my bag.”

I hate having to leave him, but I’m only away for about ten seconds before I find what I’m looking for, then join him on the bed again. I lie between his legs, fingers slick with lube. He’s spread wide for me. I tease his rim as I take his cock into my mouth. Briar bucks off the bed, fucking into my mouth.

“Shit. I’m sorry. I’m going wild for you.”

“No need to apologize. I like seeing you like this, like knowing it’s me you’re dying for.”

I want him all to myself, want to claim him, want to be able to tell everyone that Briar is my boyfriend.

I suck him again, working a finger into the warmth of his tight hole. I fuck him with one finger, then two, working him open for me, enjoying his length on my tongue, my desire ramping up each time he makes a hungry, needy sound for me. His ass hugs my fingers like a glove, molding around my digits. When I get three fingers inside him, he’s moaning, hands gripping the blanket, eyes closed as he writhes beneath me.

“Fuck me. Please, Dawson. Fuck me.”

My dick twitches, dying to do exactly that.

13

BRIAR

When Dawson removes his fingers,I whimper from the loss. I can’t believe this is happening, and with a guy who feels like a dream come true. I’m so hard for him, want him so bad, I can’t wait any longer. I sit up and reach for the condom.

“Someone’s eager.”

“Is it that obvious?” I smirk, making quick work of tearing the wrapper open. Besides, I want the opportunity to touch him as well, so I grip his hot, hard erection and stroke him from root to tip, admiring the thickness and marveling at the pearls of precome at the head.

Dawson moans. “You gotta stop, or I’m gonna come.”

I reluctantly loosen my grip. “Fine, but next time I want free rein to touch you.”

“How the hell can I turn that down?”

I gently bat his hand away so I can roll the condom down his shaft. He watches with barely restrained hunger as I flip open the lube and generously slather it on his cock. Then I sit back, suddenly unsure. “How do you want me?”

“Is like this okay?” His fingers trail along my jaw. “So I can kiss you?”

“I can’t think of anything better,” I sigh. “Except you fucking me while you do it.”

Lying back down, I lift my knees to my shoulders, exposing myself to him. His gaze is filled with wonder again, like he needs to pinch himself, exactly how I’ve felt this entire trip. He hovers over me, and just as our lips meet, he prods his dick against my hole. He absorbs my groan as he trembles and pushes inside.

“Ah, fuck.” Dawson pulls back to look down at the place where our bodies meet. “You’re so tight.”

“Please,” I gasp, swaying my hips and forcing more of his shaft inside me. “Need you. Need more.”

Once seated all the way inside, he starts thrusting. My eyes roll back as I bask in the sensation of him filling me so thoroughly.

“I’m not gonna last this first time with you. It’s too fucking perfect,” he murmurs.

His words make me shiver. “Definitely perfect.” I grab my dick and stroke, an electric current traveling up my spine. Our eyes meet and hold as he rocks forward and drives inside me, watching my every breath and expression. It’s intimate, and I feel cared for the way I’ve always wanted. It’s almost too much but also exactly enough as a wave of bliss washes over me. I screw my eyes shut and break apart beneath him.

I’m lost somewhere in the clouds when I feel him stiffen and unload inside me. The sound in the room blots out as blood rushes in my ears, and then he’s collapsing on top of me, and we’re rolling to our side. “Fuck, so good,” Dawson whispers, feathering kisses on my lips and cheek and jaw as I pull him tighter and revel in the connection. How can this guy feel so perfect? Is it too good to be true?