December 9

DECEMBER 9

My legs wrapped around him was the way to go, even with the kitchen counter cold against my butt. My underwear helped a little, and so would my pants if they weren’t on the floor in the living room.

“Are you sure you want to discuss Christmas decorations now?” he asked as he kissed my neck.

Oof, right there. He’d found the spot below my ear.

“I’m trying to get my brain to stop, but I can’t help it.” I wove my fingers into his hair at the back of his head and gave him all the access to kiss me wherever he wanted. In the meantime, I was sizing out his massive ocean-view windows for holiday curtains.

Something was wrong with me. We could’ve jumped into bed the second we got back to his place, and then we’d ended up talking in the living room. Talking. Talking and kissing and swapping life stories and losing a few items of clothing and more talking. Which was great and all, but I was super horny—so it was fucked up that I couldn’t stop thinking about decorations!

“In my defense, it’s December eighth—technically ninth now—and you don’t have a single decoration,” I huffed, out of breath. “Where’s your tree? All the Santas? The lights and the red, green, and gold?”

“I’m half tempted to turn your irresistible little ass red if that counts.”

I shuddered violently.

That counted.

I met him in a deep, hungry kiss and finally told myself to pick my damn battles better. I could sweetly hint about decorations in the morning on our way to work.

“You like that idea, don’t you?” he murmured.

I nodded and began unbuttoning his shirt. It was all wrinkled from my pulling on it anyway. It belonged next to his tie on the floor of his living room.

Fuck, his kisses were so damn drugging.

In the middle of the next heated kiss, he untucked his shirt and took over until it was thrown next to the sink, followed by his undershirt. Then he secured my legs around his hips and lifted me off the counter.

I sucked in a breath, decorations long forgotten, and I gave him all my focus. I heard him in my head, the memory from the car when he half awkwardly offered to stop somewhere to buy protection. Nuh-uh, I didn’t want. Not anymore. Not with him. We’d covered the safety bit, and I wanted his hard cock without anything in between. Unlike that dude at the office, Wyatt didn’t keep rubbers in every drawer in case he got lucky on the go.

Along the way to wherever his bedroom was, he pressed me up against a wall and stole my breath with an intoxicating kiss. I couldn’t help but whimper and cling to him. And I wanted that name out there in the tension surrounding us.

“Are you gonna fuck me now, Daddy?”

Shit, the second it was out, something happened inside me. My stomach tightened, my face got hot, and I felt weirdly small and vulnerable.

“Fuck.” Wyatt exhaled a curse and pressed a kiss to my neck. He slowed things down, except for his breathing, and I squirmed in his grasp, rubbing my crotch over his cock.

Jesus.

He was so hard, and it made my mouth water.

“Yeah…” He drew a deep breath and dropped an openmouthed kiss below my ear. “Daddy’s finally going to take his beautiful little boy.”

I whimpered again, so needy that I couldn’t find the right word to describe it, and he picked up the pace. Up the stairs, just a few steps, maybe five, and then he was rounding a corner.

At long last, we ended up in his bedroom, and he lowered me onto the big bed. We just continued. We kissed as if we couldn’t get enough, and I sure couldn’t, and he pressed himself against me, causing a ball of pleasure and need to explode within me.

In a messy rush between kisses and grabbing at each other, we lost the last of our clothes, and I couldn’t fucking stop touching him. His chest, his chest hair, his sides, his neck—I dug my heels into his ass cheeks and let my hands roam up and down his back.

About that thing before, though… Something needed to be said. “Yes to spanking and yes to cuffs and yes to you taking me without much preparation, just…um, I’m not a fan of, like, whips and spiked paddles.”

He rumbled a low, lust-filled chuckle and slipped a hand between us to grip my cock. Hnngh. “In other words, I don’t have to worry about you wanting a torture dungeon.”

I shook my head vigorously and bit my lip. God, that felt good. He stroked me slowly but firmly from base to tip, and I was leaking already.

“Get the oil in my nightstand,” he whispered.

Right this second!

I squirmed around and reached for the stand, but it wasn’t easy because his bed was super big, and he was holding me tightly. Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God—then he was sucking my cock into his mouth too.

“Daddy,” I gasped.

He hummed around me and pulled away slowly. “Mmm, Daddy just needed a quick taste.”

Daddy could taste all he wanted, but my butt needed to be filled ASAP. It was his fault.

Daddy, Daddy, Daddy.

I could suddenly not imagine calling him something else when we were like this. I hadn’t anticipated the sense of freedom I’d get from a title. It was just a word, right? Except, it carried meaning and whispered of the liberation of our sexual identities.

It fueled me. It spurred me on.

I managed to dig out the bottle of oil with all these new sensations surging through me like wildfire, and then I attacked like a possessed little animal. I had to have him right now.

He picked up on my urgency, and maybe he had a beast to unleash too. We rolled around and made out as if our lives depended on it, and I’d never been so thankful for a giant bed. Unlike the one in the guest room, this one was crazy comfortable too.

At some point, I ended up on top of him, and he sat up and kissed me forcefully while he shifted his cock between my butt cheeks.

“Christ, I need to fuck you hard, boy.” He cupped my face in his hands and met me in another tongue-teasing, brutal kiss. I shivered and shivered, and we needed to find that bottle of oil again. We’d lost it in the foreplay.

“Maybe we should have a safeword,” I mumbled, reaching blindly along the covers for the oil.

He nipped at my bottom lip. “How about stop?” he half chuckled.

Oh no, that wouldn’t work for me. I wriggled against his big cock and nuzzled my way down to his neck. “But, um…what if I got off on saying stop, but Daddy can’t stop because he really needs to keep fucking me…?”

I felt the shudder that flowed through him, and he stilled all our movements. For a moment, all I heard was our breathing.

Was he picturing it? Was he grossed out? Was he indulging in his imagination about what it would be like to take everything he wanted from me? Was he insulted? Wyatt had been nothing but a gentleman to me—

“Your safeword is red.”

But praise baby Jesus, he was leaving the gentleman at the door now!

“Fantastic.” I grinned.

He didn’t smile back or anything. He was on a mission; he tossed me down onto the mattress, causing my stomach to flip, and evidently had no problem finding the oil. I eye-fucked him in his naked glory as he slicked up his big, perfect, hard cock in front of me, and I teased him by brushing my fingers up and down my body, my cock, my nipples, and—

“Either I fold you in half, or you get on all fours,” he said.

We could fold later! I scrambled onto all fours and shook my butt at him.

He gripped my hips and yanked me closer to him, and I yelped at the motion. And before I could brace myself for a painful impact, shock tore through me when I felt his lips. And tongue. Holy hell, my eyes nearly rolled back. He kissed me wetly down there and pushed his soft tongue inside me.

I moaned like a slut, and he didn’t hold back either. He made a hungry sound and tongue-fucked me like he’d been born to do it. He dug his fingers into my flesh, and I dug mine into the duvet. There was no stopping my sounds or my movements.

“That’s a good boy—fuck yourself on Daddy’s tongue.”

“Hnngh.” I swallowed against the dryness in my mouth, and then I cried out when he reached between my legs and fisted my cock. “Oh my God. More, Daddy—please, I need more.”

So he pushed in a long, wet finger instead, then two, and he licked and kissed around my opening.

He was gonna make me freaking delirious with horniness!

I didn’t know how long we were at it, but he was in no rush, and he fingered me and tongued me until I was a pleading mess. He wouldn’t let me jerk off either, so I was super frustrated. All those needs were kept bottled up inside.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged. “Please fuck me, please fuck me. I need your big cock, Daddy. Please—I need it to fill me so bad.”

He withdrew his fingers slowly and dropped a kiss on my butt cheek. “You have a filthy mouth, boy. Do you need Daddy’s cock in your little hole that desperately?”

“Yes!” And he called me filthy?

He eased away and kneaded my flesh, then with just one hand, so I could only hope he was getting ready to—yep! I sucked in a breath as he pressed the head of his cock against my ass.

“Push back and try to relax,” he murmured.

I swallowed and nodded, and I pushed and pushed until I felt his pelvis against my butt cheeks. Holy fucking fire of pain, he was in. I kept hearing a mewling, pathetic little sound and realized it was coming from me.

“Shhh, little one. You’re all right.” He stroked my spine affectionately and brought me back to him, and it made the pain flare up even more. “We’ll stay like this for a bit,” he whispered in my ear. Then he hugged me to him and touched my cock, stroking it teasingly. “Daddy loves being buried deep inside you.”

I sniffled and nodded. I’d never been so torn. I was hurting, but I was also on fire with desire and need, and when he said things like that, I wanted to jump up and down on his cock, no matter how much pain it caused me.

“My Daddy,” I whimpered.

“All yours, baby.” He kissed my neck and rubbed my cock a little firmer, and a drawn-out shiver rolled through me. “My beautiful, sexy, amazing little goofball.”

“Yeah—that’s me.” I sniffled again and blinked hard to see clearer. “And you gotta want me all the time.”

He exhaled against my neck, and I felt the tip of his tongue swiping over a sensitive spot. “I already do.” His low voice rumbled from his chest, and I shifted over his cock and moaned. “Fuck,” he whispered. His large hands—he touched me so greedily that I felt how much he was restraining himself from fucking me like a savage. His kisses along my neck grew more passionate too, and he pinched and manipulated my skin. Rough kneading, soft, wet kisses, the scratch of his beard, shallow breaths. “My God, you’re perfect,” he exhaled. “Don’t forget to use the safeword if you want me to stop, okay?”

I shook my head and tilted my head back. “I won’t. And you’re not allowed to stop if I only say stop.”

“I won’t,” he echoed and kissed me. He started off slow, seducing me with sensual touches of his tongue against mine. “Daddy won’t be able to stop,” he whispered. “Now that I have you here—all tight and small and soft…all fucking mine.”

Oh God.

The desperation flooded me, quickly outweighing the pain, and maybe he couldn’t wait either. While we made out, I started rolling my hips over him, and he tightened his hold on my cock and urged me to move faster. He scratched his blunt fingernails over my nipples and pinched them one by one, swallowing my every gasp and moan. Until we couldn’t keep up with the kissing any longer.

I fell forward and gripped the duvet, and he pulled out of me, then pushed back in and set a steady pace of deep, heavy thrusts that filled the air with our breaths and the sound of skin slapping against skin.

Whenever he pushed forward, I pushed back.

He gripped my hips tightly, yet I felt the traces of his touch on my cock. How he’d squeezed me at the base, twisted the tip, and swiped his thumb over the wet slit.

A while later, it felt like I was drowning in a pool of crazy stuff. More pain meant more pleasure, hurting resulted in my craving more, so I lost all my inhibitions and literally tried to hurt myself on his cock. I pushed back harder and moaned uncontrollably. That very second when he was balls deep, he sent two kinds of pain through me. One sharp sting that sucked the air out of my lungs—and one muted, wider, shiver-inducing ache that flared outward in ripples.

I completely lost my composure on his cock, and I didn’t even care about touching myself or wanting pressure on my own cock. I just chased that feeling in my ass, and it might very well get me off. It felt so fucking good.

His sounds rocked me too. His almost growl-like groans that came from deep within, his hissing noises, and his indulgent moans that seemed to release a lot of tension in him.

Needing his mouth on mine, I eased back and positioned myself on his lap, and he sat back on his heels. I managed to twist my body enough that I could lock one arm around his shoulders, and then we could finally make out again. All while he controlled my movements, my hips, and moved me up and down on his cock.

“I love your kisses, Daddy,” I moaned.

“Hang on—it can get better.” He gently pushed me off him, then dropped me onto the mattress and rolled me onto my back. I grinned and got the hint when he lifted my legs, so I pulled them up, my knees nearly touching my chest. “Wider apart.” He nudged his cock against my opening again, and I obeyed. “Good boy. Keep them there.”

I always wanted to be his good boy!

Holy fuck, this new angle. My eyes widened as he pushed in, and he reached so much deeper. Or maybe he didn’t, but the sensations were more. More intense, more overwhelming.

He moved over me, capturing my mouth in a wild kiss, and started fucking me into the mattress.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I cried out. Say stop, see what he does, pretend to struggle against him. A rush of heat pressed to the surface of my skin, and I had to cut my moan short. “Stop,” I said weakly. Nope, not good enough. “It’s too much, Daddy. Please stop.”

He shook his head, grabbed my jaw, slammed his other hand against the headboard, and picked up the pace. “No. You’ve taunted me for too long.”

I flushed with sheer need, and I freed my hands to try to push him away.

“Quit it,” he growled. “You brought this on yourself, son. If you tease Daddy, this is what you get.” He fucked me even harder, like he was trying to bottom me out, and it almost fucking felt that way too. “You’re gonna take Daddy’s cock until he’s filled your tight little ass with all the come he’s saved up.”

Fuuuuck!

Moments later, he pulled out once more and flipped me over, and he didn’t offer any recovery time. His cock found me fast, and then he was jackhammering himself into me over and over, his balls slapping against my ass.

The friction caused by his thrusts and my cock rubbing against the duvet sent a new rush of fire through me, and I was suddenly just a mess of horny sounds. Wailing moans, desperate pleas, breathless whimpers, and zero pretending I didn’t want this. I fucking couldn’t. Sex had never been this fucking good.

“Harder, Daddy,” I gasped.

He hauled me back and onto all fours again, and he fucked me brutally hard.

“There’s my boy,” he grunted. “Works better when you’re honest about how needy you are for Daddy to fuck you.”

“Daddy’s little cock-whore,” I moaned.

“Fuck.” He slammed in and groaned. “That right, baby? You wanna be my cock-hungry little whore?”

“Yes,” I cried out. “Always, always, always!”

He released a harsh breath, and I sensed a finality in his movements. He was chasing his orgasm now. He was done talking. Daddy needed to come inside his boy.

He told me to stroke myself, and I was almost afraid to go near my cock. I could go off any damn second. But I obeyed, and the onslaught of pleasure nearly melted me into the mattress. If he didn’t hold me up, I’d collapse. Composure, long gone. Now I was losing my voice too. My endless moans became hoarser—not to mention more high-pitched as my orgasm started taking over.

I couldn’t handle the sensations. They were too intense, sending me straight into the abyss.

In the distance, or so it sounded, Daddy was coming too. He was filling my bottom with his hot come and fucking his release deeper into me, and it prolonged my own climax.

Wyatt Abrams had turned me into a fucking screamer.

Oh my God, oh my God!

The last trickle of come coated my hand, and I didn’t have the willpower to stay upright. I collapsed in my wet spot, Daddy coming with me, though he managed to plant his hands on the mattress to prevent his entire body weight from falling on me. Which was kind of a pity, but then again, I had to breathe. Jesus H. Christmas, I had to breathe.

I panted.

My heart hammered furiously.

“Christ, baby…” Daddy blew out a heavy breath and kissed my neck. “How am I gonna be able to walk tomorrow?”

“Unghh.”

He chuckled, out of breath, and pulled out of me before he lay down beside me.

I winced and shuddered at the soreness in my butt.

“What if…” I had to catch my breath. “We called in sick?”

“Oh goodness, don’t fucking tempt me, boy.”

I mean…

* * *

I wriggled my butt, taking him deeper, and glanced at him over my shoulder.

I had a firm grasp on his firm, sexy thighs.

And he had a firm grasp on his sleepy smile. Then he brought a finger to his lips, and I nodded. I was gonna be quiet.

“Yes, at nine AM,” he confirmed into his phone. “No, just cancel it. I have a fever, so postponing it won’t help. Hopefully, I’ll be in tomorrow.”

I blew him a kiss.

He winked at me.

We were playing hooky today!