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  Slowing the pace of our kiss, I let myself really taste him as he worked his hips against mine. I resented the clothing that still separated us, but at least I had my hands on him now. I caressed his back and then his abdomen, enjoying the feel of tight muscles under soft skin. With one hand, I explored the trail of hair that led to the waistband of his pants, and with the other, I teased one of his flat nipples. When I pinched the tight bud, he groaned, the sound going straight to my cock.

  "Fuck, Tom. Need more. I…"

  I tried to make my brain work, but no words came to me. I was too busy kissing and licking his neck, reveling in the salty taste.

  Dane pulled away and sank to his knees. He looked up at me, a question in his gaze.

  "D-Dane?" Did he…? Was he…?

  He reached for the fastenings of my jeans. "I want to suck your cock, Tom. Are you on board with that?"

  That was way more than I'd expected. "Holy fuck."

  Dane grinned. "I think that's the first time I've heard you cuss."

  "You may be about to hear a lot more."

  "Is that a yes?"

  "Dane, you don't have to—"

  "I want to. I really want to. I've been thinking about it all day. Wondering how you would taste." As he spoke, he ran his finger over my shaft.

  "Please." The word was a strangled plea.

  Dane smiled. "Your wish is my command."

  He slid my zipper down and freed my cock. I sucked in my breath, and my whole body tensed, waiting, longing, still not really believing this was happening.

  Dane licked my cockhead and I jolted.

  "Let's see just how much I can make you cuss."

  He took me into his mouth and I thought I might pass out. The heat of him, the suction, it was too much to bear. He hummed around me, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I wasn't sure I could stay on my feet under the onslaught of pleasure.

  He showed me no mercy, continuing to lick and tease and suck as he slipped a hand between my legs to fondle my balls.

  "Fuck, Dane, I… I can't…"

  Dane pulled back and patted the couch. "Take your pants off and sit down."

  How exactly did one remove pants? I wasn't sure anymore. They got tangled in my shoes, and I almost fell over, but with some help from Dane, I ended up on the couch, naked from the waist down.

  Dane positioned himself between my legs and pushed at my thighs, making me open them more. He slid his hands under my ass and tugged. "Slide forward," he demanded.

  I did.

  "Much better, I need access to all of you."

  I swallowed hard. "Dane."

  "Relax and enjoy."

  "O-okay."

  He took me in his mouth again and any thought of protest fled. It was the most incredible sensation. It didn't even compare to the fumblings in dark rooms I'd experienced with girls in college or the fantasies I created as I jerked off, not even the one where I finally let myself think about Dane.

  I almost bit through my lip holding in a shout as he took me to the back of his throat while rolling my balls in his hand. He teased the skin behind my balls, then pressed against my perineum. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I cried his name and felt him smile around my shaft.

  I looked down at him. The sight of him on his knees, his lips stretched around me, his eyes dark with pleasure almost made me come. I did not want this to end. Ever.

  He pulled off, and I whimpered. He worked his hand up and down my shaft, holding my gaze the whole time. "Don't worry. I'm not done."

  I nodded frantically.

  "I just wanted to see if you're okay if I experiment a little?"

  "Experiment?"

  "I want to find out what you like."

  He brushed a finger over my anus, and I jerked. "Fuck!"

  He smiled. "That's what I meant by experimenting."

  "Anything. You can do anything to me as long as you suck me some more."

  Dane grinned. "I'm going to suck you until you come down my throat. I promise."

  I made a strangled noise and almost shot over his hand.

  "Dane! I… I'm not going to last."

  He smiled and took me back into his mouth, sliding his finger past his lips alongside my cock. A few seconds later, he pressed the spit-slick digit against my entrance, pulling off my shaft long enough to whisper, "relax".

  I took a slow breath, trying to calm myself. He circled my hole, pressing gently. Then he pushed just the tip of his finger into me. I gasped. It was not exactly pleasant, but somehow it was so fucking hot I wanted to beg for more. "Please."

  He pushed deeper, then pulled out when I tensed.

  "I… Sorry…"

  He shook his head. "No apologies."

  "I want more. I just…"

  He deep-throated me then, and I swear I saw stars. I fought to hold my orgasm back, but I was so close and it felt so good. Without warning, he pushed his finger into me again. This time I was too relaxed to keep him out. He pushed deeper as he swallowed me all the way down. He sucked my shaft, working his finger in and out. I was done for. My balls drew up and I cried out, my body jerking wildly as I shot down his throat over and over.

  I dropped my head back and tried desperately to catch my breath while I wondered if my heart would explode. It had never beat more furiously.

  Dane rose to his feet. I was barely aware of him shucking his clothes, but suddenly there he was, straddling me, naked, his cock brushing mine as he settled into my lap. He'd just sucked me off. I'd come in his mouth, but somehow, seeing his cock next to mine made this all seem so much more real. I was having sex with a man. And it was so damn amazing. I couldn't get enough of the feel of his hard flesh against mine.

  I stared as the precum beaded at his slit and wondered how it would taste, but I wasn't sure I had the nerve to… I could only handle so many new things all at once. "I… Um… I'm not sure how—"

  Dane laid his fingers against my lips. "Not now. Tonight is about you." He'd been moving his hips as I watched, like he couldn't keep still. The friction had me half-hard again, and he wrapped his hand around both our cocks.

  "I… Oh… Oh my!"

  Dane grinned. "Just enjoy it."

  I dug my fingers into his ass cheeks, encouraging him. Our cocks rubbed against each other as he thrust and stroked, precum from each of us slicking the way. In no time, I was fully hard again.

  "Fuck, Tom. I'm gonna come. I…"

  "Please, Dane. Please." I was going to come again any second, and I wasn't sure I was going to survive it.

  Dane thrust harder, faster. I held on, working my hips, needing more. He kissed me. Our tongues and teeth clashed, and I couldn't think, couldn't breathe. Then he was coming, calling my name. His cum shot between us, splattering my chest and abdomen, and I lost it.

  I squeezed his ass, holding him tight as I thrust upward. "Dane. Oh God, Dane." I shuddered as release crashed over me.

  * * * * *

  I must have lost consciousness for at least a few seconds. When I opened my eyes, Dane was looking down at me worriedly.

  "You okay?"

  I laughed. "More than okay. I might even be jolly."

  Dane raised a brow. "Sex gives you the Christmas spirit?

  "Sex with you does." I froze the second the words were out. I'd revealed more about my feelings than I meant to. Heat rushed to my cheeks. "I… I didn't mean…"

  He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, cutting off any further attempts at backpedaling.

  When he pulled away quite a bit later, we both sucked in air, and he said, "That was a wonderful Christmas present."

  "What?"

  "Knowing that this was special for you too."

  "Special? This was way more than special. It was better than a whole slew of Christmas presents. I've never even liked Christmas before, but now it's as merry as it can get. It's my favorite holiday."

  He laughed.

  Maybe I'd gone a little too far. "I'm… Can sex make you drunk?"

  "Possibl
y. I do feel woozy."

  "More pizza?"

  He nodded and we finished off the last two slices.

  We were sitting on the couch, naked, with each other's cum drying on us. The experience went beyond surreal for me, but I resisted the urge to get dressed. I didn't really want to. I just thought I should. I was done with shoulds.

  "I was wondering if you wanted to… I mean if you…"

  "Yes, I want to stay the night with you."

  I let out a long breath. "Good, because I want that too. A lot."

  My phone chimed, that particular sound letting me know I had a text from Shelley.

  "Go ahead and check it." Dane gestured toward the phone. "I'll clean up the pizza."

  I gave him what was most likely a goofy sex-drunk smile. "Thanks."

  He headed to the kitchen, and I picked up my phone to read the text.

  Merry Christmas! Remember, you're not allowed to spend the day working.

  I most definitely haven't been working.

  ???

  I'll fill you in later. I'm still…busy.

  Halle-fuckin-lujah. And please tell me you didn't pick up your phone in the middle of sex.

  *Flipping you off* Of course I didn't.

  Good. Now get back to him. Merry Christmas.

  Yeah, this year it will be.

  I picked up my clothes and Dane's. He wasn't in the kitchen anymore so I walked down the hall and found him pulling back the covers on my bed.

  "I know it's early, but I thought maybe you'd want to go on to bed," he said with a mischievous grin.

  I raised my brows. "To sleep?"

  "If that's what you'd prefer."

  "No, I wouldn't prefer that."

  "Good. I was hoping I hadn't worn you out yet."

  I was glad he hadn't too. I wanted to experiment some more.

  "I have a family thing tomorrow," Dane said. "But I can't think of anything that would make my Christmas merrier than coming back here afterward and watching Rudolph with you while we have hot chocolate and leftover desserts—my mom always sends me home with plenty."

  "I… You want to come back? Tomorrow?"

  He nodded. "Yeah, I do. Unless you don't—"

  "No. I'm just trying to take this in. You're the only real Christmas present I've ever received."

  His cheeks turned pink. "I'm honored."

  "Thank you for not giving up on me."

  "I never give up on a Christmas wish."

  He kissed me then, and there was no more doubt in my mind. I was having a holly jolly Christmas at last.

  The End

  About Silvia Violet

  Silvia Violet writes erotic romance and erotica in a variety of genres including sci fi, paranormal and historical. She can be found haunting coffee shops looking for the darkest, strongest cup of coffee she can find. Once equipped with the needed fuel, she can happily sit for hours pounding away at her laptop. Silvia typically leaves home disguised as a suburban stay-at-home-mom, and other coffee shop patrons tend to ask her hilarious questions like "Do you write children's books?" She loves watching the looks on their faces when they learn what she's actually up to.

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