Page 112 of Wrapped in Red

“I love you, too,” I whispered.

I stopped to look up at him. His eyes met mine, and I swear time stopped. Ezra smiled at me, his chest moving with heavy pants, and I quickly moved back to kiss him again, my tongue sinking between his soft, plump lips.

“So much,” Ezra murmured as he reached down to pop the button on my jeans. He slid his hand inside and gripped my length with his slim hand. “I love your cock, too.”

I chuckled. “The feeling is mutual. Let me get these off.”

I pulled back to slip my pants down around my hips and then watched as Ezra pulled his cock out of his underwear. My mouth watered at the salty headiness of him. I wanted to suck him off until he came. But when I felt Ezra’s hand wrap around my cock, my brain short-circuited. Pleasure coursed through my veins at the way he dragged his thumb over the tip, spreading the precum as lubricant.

“Baby, just come here,” he begged me. “Bring that dick next to mine.”

I might not ever be the dominant one in the bedroom. Ezra was confident, bossy, and everything I wasn’t, and I was fine with that. He still loved me. He knew what I needed, when I needed it. Ezra wouldn’t make me feel bad about my lack of confidence or sexual experience, nor would I ever do that to him. We were made for one another. It was why we met all those years ago.

I cupped the back of his head. “I know what you need.”

“Do you?” Ezra whimpered when I wrapped my hand around his cock, his hand, and then brought our lengths together. “Fuck, yeah, you do.Carson.”

The way he moaned my full name caused goosebumps to break out over my skin. I pressed my lips over his. All I wanted to do was make him feel good. I flipped us so Ezra was on top, his small frame above my larger one, and I grabbed his hip with my free hand as I worked us over, capturing his soft moans with my lips. I stared into his dark orbs, hoping he could feel the love I felt for him. Wanting Ezra to know just how much I meant those three words.

He pulled back. “I love you.” He wrapped his arm around my neck as his hips canted.

“I love you, too,” I assured him as my balls drew tight and heavy. “I’m going to come.”

“Thank god.” Ezra groaned, and he shot across my stomach and abs in thick, sticky ropes as buried his face in my neck.

I called out his name as I spilled down my fist and fingers, our cum mixing together.

I slumped, eyes closed, against the wall to catch my breath. “See, now you can go back to the presents you were working on.”

“I’ll have to shower first.” Ezra giggled before I felt him drag a finger over my cum-covered abs. “Open your mouth for me, baby.”

I opened my eyes. “Only if you return the favor.”

“You don’t even have to ask.” Ezra popped his fingers inside his own mouth, and I watched as he sucked the cum off before he pressed his lips to mine. “Could be yours, might be mine. I don’t care, CC.”

I was already growing hard again. “If you want to actually get your Christmas presents finished, you might want to behave.”

“Or what?” He smirked.

I grabbed Ezra as I stood up and flipped him over my shoulder. “Guess you’ll just have to find out.” I slapped his ass.

He let out a burst of giggles as I carried him into the bathroom.

***

We spent ChristmasEve at my parents’ house. It was a tradition and had been for the past ten years. Sitting in the living room in the matching pajamas my mother bought us and sipping on hot chocolate was something I always looked forward to. This year more than ever, now that Ezra was my boyfriend.

“Where does your mother find these?” Ezra turned sideways to look at himself in the mirror in my room. “These are the cutest ones yet.”

I had to agree. They were red with the Grinch on the front that said “Don’t Be a Grinch” in big bold letters and then little Grinch faces all over the bottoms.

I smiled. “I don’t know. She keeps her lips locked about that.”

I hadn’t told Ezra I had found our own pair to wear at his place tomorrow night. I mostly planned on having him try them on so I could rip them off seconds later. Little plaid shorts lined with fur. And... now my cock was getting hard.

“Why do you have that look on your face, boo?” Ezra snapped a photo of himself, which I assumed he was sending to his group chat. I knew he was counting down the days until he officially moved to North Carolina and could see them all again.

I willed my dick to go down. “What look?” I moved closer. “Take one of us. We look cute.”