WINTER BLAST

He backed me up against the bed until the backs of my knees hit the mattress. I fell, but Ryan followed, catching himself with one hand just beside my head.

He loomed over me, eyes dark. “God, you look fucking incredible,” he said, voice low. “Lying here, waiting for me.”

I reached for him, dragging him closer, desperate to close the gap. He braced his forearms on either side of my face and just stared at me for a long moment. My skin prickled all over.

“You ever think about this?” he said. His hand moved, thumb stroking my cheek. “Me, you, right here?”

I choked out a laugh. “Try every night for ten years, loser.”

His grin was a punch of pure happiness. “Did you think about me blowing your mind?”

I rolled my eyes, but the heat in my face gave me away. “I thought about your cock in my mouth more times than I’ll admit.”

His hand tightened in my hair, giving it a playful tug. “Then let’s make it real,” he said, voice dropping.

He knelt beside the bed, tugging at my jeans. I let him strip them down, no guilt, no shame. I wanted him to look. I wanted to be seen. My cock pressed against the front of my briefs, the fabric already damp. He didn’t hesitate, sliding a thumb over the wet spot, making me squirm.

“Jesus, you’re dripping for me,” he said, like he couldn’t believe it.

I grinned, propping up on my elbows. “First time for everything.”

He peeled off my briefs. My dick sprang free, already flushed red at the tip. It bobbed, needy, catching the light. Ryan’s eyes went wide.

“Fuck, Alan. You’re gorgeous,” he said reverently. His hand closed around the base, firm, stroking once, then twice. My hips jerked, my body eager for more.

He leaned in, pressing a kiss to the tip, tongue swirling around the head, collecting pre-cum. I almost lost it right then.

“Oh, hell,” I groaned, both hands grabbing at his hair.

Ryan’s lips slid down, swallowing inch after inch. Warm, wet, perfectly tight around me. He bobbed his head, working his tongue along the sensitive underside, sucking me deep enough to make my toes curl.

I stared down, mesmerized. The sight of him between my legs, his mouth wrapped around my cock, was better than every fantasy I'd ever had. Better than any porn. Nothing staged, nothing fake. Just raw hunger and the press of his lips, the dirty slide of saliva down my dick.

He moaned around me, sending vibrations up my shaft. It nearly short-circuited my brain. I bucked, and he held me steady, glancing up with a look that was pure heat.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” I rasped out, stroking his cheek. “Never thought I’d get you on your knees.”

He smirked, lips still working my cock. “Someone’s gotta keep you honest.”

Ryan doubled down, sucking harder, twisting his wrist at the base. The rhythm was relentless, each bob of his head sending pleasure darting up my spine.

My head fall back, hips rolling up to meet every slide. I couldn’t stop the noises. I was panting, groaning, making every embarrassing sound in the book.

He pulled off with a wet pop. “Don’t come yet,” he said. “I want to fuck you first.”

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

I popped the snap, dragging his zipper down slow. His cock bulged against black briefs, already leaking through the fabric. I mouthed him there, tasting the heat, breathing in the scent of him. Kane’s hips jerked up, his fingers threading into my hair.

He was noisy. Growling, grunting, muttering my name under his breath. I loved it.

His dick sprang free when I tugged down the waistband, bobbing thick and angry in front of me. I wrapped my fist around the shaft, rolling my tongue over the tip, catching the droplet of pre-cum that had already pooled there. Salty-sweet, totally him.

I let my tongue swirl over the head, then licked down the length, savoring every ridge and vein. His cock throbbed in my grip.

Kane’s thighs tensed, his muscles jumping as I tongued the sensitive spot underneath the crown. “God, Elijah. Your mouth’s perfect.”

I hollowed my cheeks and slid down, taking him as deep as I could. Gagged a little, then did it again, wanting to hear him lose control.

He did. “Shit, that’s it, fuck, just like that,” he groaned, his hips punching up. “Fuck, Elijah, you’re gonna make me come.”

My free hand fondled his balls, squeezing gently, rolling them in my palm. I slurped and bobbed, letting spit run down my chin, loving how filthy and wild I felt.

Spreading his knees, he exposed himself shamelessly. “Knew you’d be a fucking pro at this,” he moaned. “God, look at you. Take it. Yeah. Just like that.”

His hand clamped down on my hair, guiding me, but never forcing. I wanted him to use me.

I milked his dick, up and down, tongue lapping at the leaking slit. Moaned around his cock, sucking hard, wanting every drop he could give me.

Kane panted, helpless. “You’re gonna fucking ruin me,” he gritted. “Want you so bad, Eli. Want to fuck you. Want to make you scream.”

I popped off, saliva connecting from my lips to his cock, then licked up the shaft, mouthing his balls. “You will,” I promised, voice shredded with lust.

He shivered, then almost collapsed onto the couch, breathing ragged.

I went back to work, swallowing his dick between my lips, basking in the obscene wet noise of it, the salty taste, the frantic way he fucked into my face.

He throbbed, pulsing, leaking more. I could sense he was close.

But I wasn’t letting him come, not yet. I slowed, let go, licking a stripe from root to tip. “Need you inside me,” I whispered, looking up at him. “Can’t wait.”

His hands shook as he grabbed my arms, dragging me to my feet then shoving me onto the couch. Kane blanketed me, pinning me with his weight. His mouth crashed onto mine, hungry, possessive, devouring the taste of himself from my lips.

His hand scrabbled at my belt, undoing it in seconds, yanking my jeans and underwear down to mid-thigh.

My erection snapped up, flushed and leaking. Kane growled, grabbed it, and stroked me. Wet, hard, perfect.

His other hand cupped my balls, rolling them as he bit down on my shoulder. I arched into him, moaning, letting him do whatever he wanted.

“Been thinking about this since that first night,” he rasped out against my neck. “Wanted to see you like this, fucked out, desperate for my dick.”