Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30218 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
But Casey brought something animal out of me, something I’d probably hold back with anyone else.
“I need it,” he said, popping off of my cock just for a moment. “Come on my tongue?”
I bit down hard on the inside of my cheek as he lowered again, cupping my balls with one hand while the other was around the bottom of my shaft. He lapped and sucked as his hand twisted around my slicked cock, and I was past the point of no return.
I was going to give it to him. Hell, right now, I’d give Casey my entire fucking world.
Pleasure that had built all night concentrated deep below the base of my cock. And if I’d thought I was being more vocal than usual before, it was ten times worse now, as I groaned, my jaw dropping as I watched myself disappear between Casey’s lips again and again. My hand grasped for something on the ground nearby, finding a section of the soft Christmas tree skirt and gripping my fist around it.
I inhaled deeply as my orgasm crashed down and I came in his mouth. My whole world was the smell of pine mixed with the smell of him, and I was lost in it. Spiced and clean and sexier than fucking hell.
Casey swallowed around my cock as I pulsed over and over onto his tongue, feeling a deep relief like I hadn’t felt in… way, way too fucking long.
And those eyes. Those pale blue, gorgeous eyes. He looked up at me as I came with that same caring look on his face, like he was here just for me.
I really must have been far gone. It wasn’t every day that my post-orgasm lustful haze made me think a stranger was made for me.
But that look in his eyes still seemed like an invitation. Even after I’d come. Like a subtle flashing arrow leading me down a path, whispering somewhere deep in my bones: yes. Keep going. This way.
I was either losing it or I had been more desperate for a good release than I’d realized.
I lay back onto the floor as Casey slowly popped off of my dick, wiping his lips with the back of his hand. The moment he got down next to me, I tugged him into a kiss.
“Thank you.”
“Of course.”
“Thank you,” I repeated, not knowing how to form any other words right now. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Believe me when I tell you, it was all my pleasure.”
“I like where I am right now,” I murmured against his lips. “I’m in the middle of a Christmas tree and Casey sandwich.”
“You’re the meat, and the tree and I are the bread,” he said, his eyes alighting as he smiled. “Maybe I named my vacuum, but apparently you’re also a total goofball after you come.”
“And apparently, after I come, I want to make you come,” I said as I ran an open palm down the front of his chest, stopping to give one of his nipples a pinch. “And mess with you, a little bit.”
He hissed, smiling slightly. “Fucker.”
“You liked it.”
“Loved it,” he murmured, his eyelids fluttering shut. I let my fingertips venture lower, watching as he broke out in goosebumps when I trailed my hand near the V-shape that led to his waistband.
“Okay. Get these off,” I said in a low voice.
As I’d been learning all night, Casey loved following orders. He pulled off his pants, revealing a pair of navy blue boxer briefs that had a wet spot right near the outline of the tip of his cock.
“Is this for me?” I said, swirling my finger there. His cock pulsed beneath the thin fabric.
“Yes. Do you want to taste it?” he asked, coy and teasing.
For fuck’s sake. If I hadn’t just come, I’d have been harder than a fucking diamond hearing him talk to me like that while he batted his eyelashes at me.
“I do want to taste it,” I told him. “Get naked.”
He slowly inched down the waistband of his underwear and finally his cock was free, harder than hell, with a pink tip, and literally dripping for me. He tossed away his boxer briefs and looked at me as I propped myself up on one elbow, marveling at his body, youthful and smooth and everything I wanted right now.
I dragged a fingertip across the bead of precum there and brought it to my tongue.
“Tastes like Christmas morning,” I said.
He went from looking entranced to laughing in about half a second. “Okay. Forget everything I’ve said. I think I hate you,” he said.
“You don’t hate me even a little bit,” I said, dipping lower as I got onto my knees and moved towards his cock.
“Fuck,” he whispered, his eyes glued to me as I slid lower. I pressed a kiss to the spot just above his hip, then another one on his lower stomach, and then another right at the base of his cock. He pulled in a breath. “Seeing you down there… good God.”