Page 29 of He Has Santa (Boston Brawlers Hockey)
I’m afraid my voice will crack in two if I speak because emotion and unbearable need clog my throat. The jittery crackle of excitement fills the air between us and I can feel her jumpiness, see the shakiness in her steps. When we get inside my room, I pull the door closed and pusher her against it, pinning her with my body and my forearms resting on either side of her.
All I can do is stare at her beautiful face, the luminous hungry eyes staring back, the twitch at the edge of her mouth signaling her nerves. Finally I take a deep breath, forcing myself to stop, to not dive in and ravage her right here against the door with our coats still on. We have too much unpacked emotional baggage between us to ignore. I need to say something. I clear my throat.
“Do you know how much I want you right now?” The wrong words. All wrong. But the tick at the corner of her mouth quirks into a half smile.
“Shut up and show me.” Her words hit me on a sultry breath and whatever hesitation or control I had vaporizes. There’s nothing between us now but a wisp of hot breath and passion. I eliminate the wisp and my mouth slams down on hers with ragged force as she takes my face in her hands and arches against me. The only thing greedier than my mouth is hers. Her need rises up and grabs me by the throat, making me wild.Junie wants me. The same way she did before.
“Your mouth is so hot, you’re so gorgeous and sexy,” I talk into her mouth as I taste every bit of it, the sweetness of wine mixes with the special taste and scent of her. Dizziness at the pleasure makes me shake as I wrap my arms around her. She chuckles and nips at my lips.
“We have to take off these coats.” She leaves unspoken why we need to.
“You mean we need to get naked and make love.” I’m not asking as I shove her coat from her shoulders and she wiggles out of it. Our eyes keep us connected as we undress and I kiss her, caress her lips with mine in between stripping her bra off and peeling her panties down her legs. Once she steps out of them, the only clothes left are my boxers and we’ve moved to the end of the bed large and looming. She’s gone quiet again, staring at the giant tent my cock makes and I’m not sure if she’s salivating or nervous, but the air crackles with our energy, our pent-up need. The curves of her body gleam in the moonlight streaming in the window. the luster of her pale skin makes my mouth water. The thirst to lick every speck of her from her face to her toes rears up in me, ratcheting my tension impossibly tight, the need for release unbearable.
“Come and get it,” I say, my voice hoarse. She darts a glance at my eyes as if she didn’t realize she was staring at my covered cock. She steps close so I can feel her body heat. My heart leaps. So does my cock.
“I will.” She licks her lips and reaches out a hand, gripping my cock through my shorts. I grab her wrist and hold her hand still because I’m suddenly afraid of losing all control, far too soon.
“Hold on—”
“I am.”
I growl a laugh and let go of her wrist. “How about if we ditch these shorts.”
She doesn’t wait a blink of my eyes before both of her hands are on me and pulling the boxers down. She goes down with them, peeling them past my knees and I kick them off. But she stays down. On her knees. I fist her hair, about to tell her to stand, but she has other ideas and it’s not in my power to argue. Not even if I could remember how to talk once her hot lips touch the tip of my cock. All I have is a guttural moan and I let it loose.
She holds my cock with one hand and cups my balls as she kisses my cock and strokes me.
“You’re so much bigger than before, not just your cock, all of you. You’re full man-sized now and I thought you were hunky as a boy. Now…” She lowers her mouth and sucks hard.
“Oh my god, Junie…” My voice is strangled, my blood raging through my body, gathering, but it’s too soon. I hold her face and pull her from me, take her shoulders and pull her to a stand. Studying her face, taking in the loving beauty for a beat, my chest tightens hard and I know this feeling. It’s all so familiar only more intense, like the training wheels are off.
Whatever love and adoration I felt for Junie before when we were kids was amateur compared to what I feel now as an adult. We’ve graduated to the professional level in this love game and a flash of cold fear runs through me. But it disappears as she melts against me, taking my mouth with hers, speaking to me with her tongue on mine like old close friends who know all the secrets.
Backing her onto the bed, I catch my weight on my arms as I fall onto her, covering her body until I can feel every inch of her skin against mine. The satisfying thrill of her heat floods me. I want to drown in her. I want to be inside her, to go home.
My hand travel down her body, over her soft belly, rounder than I remember and my cock jumps with approval of her accentuated curves. Nipping at her mouth, I taste her neck, her earlobe and move my mouth down to her shoulder and her clavicle, then down to her breast and the perfect swell of flesh drives me crazy. It always did. Circling her nipple with my tongue, she squirms against me, begging with her small moans to reach her nipple. I flick it with my tongue and her entire body flinches with excitement. Sucking her nipple into my mouth, she arches against me and I press her into the mattress, heating up as everything in me hungers for her.
“You are an absolute goddess, Junie. You know that?” Lifting my head to watch her, I dance my fingers lower on her belly. Her arms wrapped around me, caressing the bunched muscles of my shoulder as she smiles sends a thrill through me ending in a jolt to my cock. Keeping my eyes on hers, my fingers find their way to the swell of her pussy, hot and soft. Deepening my touch past her folds, I find her slick nub.
“Baby, you are so wet.”
“I’m so ready for you. I want you—”
“Not yet.” Because I need to see that ecstasy on her face, the one I’ve seen in my dreams for years, as she orgasms all over my hands. She arches into my hand and I chuckle as I stroke, circling around that nub, as her folds swell up, surrounding it, hiding it. She moans.
“Logan, please…”
“Please what?” she breathes hard and I know she can’t talk because I touch her nub, just a gentle stroke, but her hips jolt up hard and her breath hitches. My breathing is almost as hard as hers as I stroke back and forth, watching her face. Her eyes close and she gets that look of pain, like she’s on the edge of a precipice.
“Open your eyes sweetheart. I want you to see me as you go over the edge, to know it’s me who put you there.”
She opens her eyes and I flick my finger, fast as she pumps her hips, pants and squeezes her legs shut on my hand, tightening every muscle around me and I hold onto her, press down hard on her clit until I feel the hard nub explode under my touch and hear her cry out my name.
She stiffens and stops breathing, her eyes on me, her face pink and glowing with sweat and joy, her mouth open and I want to paint this picture of her on my mind forever, embed it in my soul, make it the centerpiece of what I live life for, to worship at the altar of Junie.
“Oh my god, Logan.” She pulls my face to hers, covers my mouth and kisses me to my core, a kiss of adoration and thanks and wonder that I feel in a shudder through my body, down to the tip of my salivating cock.
When she lets up and catches her breath, she pushes me onto my back and blankets me with her body, holding onto my cock like she means business. I grit my teeth to hang onto my shit.
