Christmas Crush

by S. C. Wynne

  “Let’s go to your bedroom.”

  He grabbed my hand and I followed willingly. A silky burgundy comforter covered the big bed. Monet style impressionist paintings hung on the beige walls above neat walnut bookcases.

  He stripped off his clothes, and stood waiting for me. I moved slower than him, distracted by his beautiful body. His shoulders were broader than I’d thought, his chest and abs smooth and muscled. His thighs were lean, but strong, and his dick hard and bumping into his stomach.

  Adrenaline rushed through me as I looked at him. I unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I unbuckled my belt, and he got on the bed. He sat, legs hanging off the edge of the bed, just watching me.

  I pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. My cock sprang up, stiff and engorged, and I stepped the rest of the way out of my clothing. His gaze was so intense I felt self-conscious.

  “You do not have the body of a nerd,” he whispered.

  He scooted up all the way onto the bed, and I climbed on with him. I approached him on my hands and knees, and bent to finally kiss his beautiful, full lips. His mouth, warm and sweet, opened against mine. I breathed him in, tasting the berry tones of wine on his tongue.

  He cupped my cheek as he gently licked into my mouth, probing, searching. He pulled away and lay on his back. I ran my hand down his chest and stomach before I stretched out beside him, resting my head on my hand.

  We stared at each other, waiting. A smile played on his lips, and I thought my heart might beat out of my chest.

  “What do you like?” he asked.

  “Other than you?”

  He grinned. “Do you like top or bottom? Or do you just like blow jobs?”

  I flushed. “This is embarrassing to talk about.”

  He shook his head and stroked my chest, grazing my nipples with his light touch, and sending excitement sparking down my stomach.

  “It’s not. It shouldn’t be.”

  “I’ve never been the bottom, I was afraid to be. I’m not that experienced.”

  His eyes narrowed. “Okay. Which did you think you prefer? Do you want to fuck me?”

  I got so turned on just talking about it. I didn’t know what to say. The thought of fucking him, or having him in me, was enough to make me hard as stone and panicked all at once. I didn’t want to make a fool of myself.

  He must have seen I was getting nervous “Don’t worry, it’s going to be great.” His breathe came quicker now, and his pupils dilated.

  I nodded, licking my lips. The nerves remained, but I took his hard dick in my hand. I ran my thumb over his slick head. He gasped, closing his eyes. He pushed against my hand and his eyes flew open.

  “Will you try the bottom? I’ll be careful, but I want you to experience it, with me.”

  “I’m not sure…”

  “I want to be your first, I’ll take good care of you,” he whispered.

  The thought of him pushing into me made my heart pound. I couldn’t deny the curiousity. I wanted to feel him in me. I nodded fervently. “Yes, I want to try, I want you inside me.”

  He dragged my mouth back to his, the tip of his tongue teasing mine. He let go and twisted to dig around inside his nightstand. He pulled out a condom and lube.

  “I’m so excited right now. I need to calm the hell down.” He laughed gruffly.

  My stomach jolted with desire at his words. “Me, too.”

  He eased me onto my stomach, my dick pressed against the comforter. His strong hands ran from my thighs up my ass, massaging my skin, and then back down again. It felt so good to have his fingers on me. He gently pried my legs apart, using his knees to hold them.

  I heard the click of the lube bottle, and the tearing of a condom wrapper. Then his warm finger, slippery from the lube, teased my hole, circling it and tickling the outer ring of muscles. When his finger slipped in, I gasped from surprise and pleasure. The feel of my tight muscles releasing as he entered me was like nothing I’d ever experienced, but it felt so good. He added another finger and stretched and pulled at me. The sensation made me roll my hips to feel his fingers more. How could fingers make me feel this good?

  He didn’t hurry. He took his time, rubbing into my entrance and getting me ready to take him. I wriggled, needing him to hurry, my balls tight, my muscles grasping onto his moving fingers. He teased and tweaked me, making my ass buzz with aching need. My dick seemed so hard now I wouldn’t have been surprised if it pierced through the mattress.

  When he added a third finger, I moaned as I instinctively rode his hand, grinding against him. I panted, writhing on his fingers mindlessly. I didn’t know what his dick would feel like inside me, but if it felt anything like this, I’d lose my mind when he drove into me. He pulled his fingers out, and stroked my rear, opening my cheeks up to the cool air.

  “Can you arch your back?” His hot breath swept across my cheek.

  I obliged, lifting my hips and curving my spine. His cock pushed up to my hole, and nudged at me, as if asking for permission.

  Excitement burned in my chest. I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything. I lifted my ass and pushed back gently, begging him for what I needed.

  “I’m going to push into you, babe. Are you okay?”

  I nodded. “Yes, I want it, please, please.”

  He pressed in carefully at first, sliding in halfway. His muscles shook as he paused, waiting to see if I was okay. I pressed back, urging him to sink in deeper, help me extinguish the fire building inside of me. He must have sensed my need, because he thrust his hips, filling me with his thick cock in one slick push. It burned at first, blazing hot trail deep inside of me. I cried out, biting my lip to silence myself. He bent, kissing my nape, whispering soothing words.

  My muscles clenched around him. Pain mixed with pleasure shot down my legs, through my body. He began moving again, slow and long pulses. My insides were raw and tingling as his dick scraped into me. He felt so much thicker and bigger than I expected. When he pushed in, I lost the ability to breathe. I felt him everywhere in my body. He pulled and slid into me, gentle, but in charge, taking me toward a pleasure I’d never known. I arched my spine as much as I could, as a tingling at the base of my dick replaced the pain.

  He thrust in harder and my muscles let go, taking him in, opening up to him. He gave a flick of his hips, and I thought I might shoot off the bed as his cock stroked my prostate. He swiveled his hips again and again.

  “Shit, shit.” I moaned, weak from the trembling sensations racking my body. I hadn’t expected it to be this good, to feel so completely taken. Every inch of my insides felt as if his cock was touching and rubbing in. He buried himself so deep in me I couldn’t catch my breath from the pressure of him filling me.

  I wanted to thank him, tell him what I he was amazing, but I couldn’t form words. I only made soft sounds that weren’t real. I clutched wordlessly at the sheet, mindless and numb from ecstasy.

  He wasn’t as gentle now, but I didn’t need him to be. A fire burned in my ass, and my dick rubbed hard against the sheets beneath me. I’d come soon, with his dick buried deep inside of me.

  He pushed, and rocked into me, groaning. With every pulse of his hips, he matched it with a sound, a moan. I wished I could see him. I imagined him with his eyes open, lips parted, watching his dick enter me and slide out again. The picture of him in my mind, having an orgasm, made me harder.

  He rocked side to side, burying deeper and I lost it. My dick, pressed against the covers, jerked, and pulsed into the cloth, filling the material with slick, wet cum. I grunted as the waves shot through my body, washing over me and draining me.

  Chase’s muscles stiffened and he shot, even with a condom on I felt him flooding me. He rode it all the way through, fucking me as my ass milked him of all he had. I clenched my muscles. He tensed and moaned as he was sucked dry.

  I couldn’t move. I’d never been so weak in my life. He’d collapsed on my back, and it felt like we we
re glued together with sweat.

  He pulled out slow and careful, breathing hard as he climbed over me and lay on his side. I rolled over and grabbed a handful of tissues off the nightstand, wiping myself off. He removed the condom and tossed it into a trash can beside the bed.

  “I’m afraid I messed up your comforter.” I breathed roughly.

  He grinned, lying there with his black hair slicked across his forehead with sweat.

  “It’s washable.”

  I basked in the glow until my breathing slowed. “I’ve never felt anything that good before.”

  “I told you. I hope I wasn’t too rough with you. I had trouble controlling myself.”

  I lifted my head and grinned. “You were amazing.” God, he looked beautiful, wet and sweaty even. My stomach did a little dance it liked to do whenever I watched him.

  “Come here.”

  I scooted over and he enveloped me in his arms. He brushed his warm lips against my temple. “So are you going to help me run my bookstore?”

  I looked at him surprised. “You’re going to do it? You’re really going to buy the bookstore?”

  “I have the money and I don’t believe in not doing something just because you’re afraid of it.”

  “I thought you were afraid of your father, not buying the store itself.” I smiled. “Will he be mad at you?”

  “He will be worried.”

  “He shouldn’t be. Seriously, that little store is just lacking passion. The owner is a great guy, but he’s a hundred percent burnt out.”

  “Exactly. And I need a project. What better thing to take on than books?”

  “I can’t believe there is another human in the city who in as enamored of the written word as I am. Grace will think I’ve made you up.”

  “Do you have a lot of invisible friends?” He grinned. “I had many as a child.”

  “I get along with the imaginary ones much better.”

  He stroked my hair and I leaned against him, happy to feel his strength under me. Could he be for real, or was this just sex? I wasn’t very smooth about what to do after this part. He didn’t seem in any hurry to get rid of me, though.

  “You said you’d been in a relationship that didn’t work out. What went wrong?” He asked cautiously.

  I felt embarrassed. I wasn’t proud about the fact I couldn’t seem to make a connection with anyone romantically. Or at least not a lasting one.

  “I could ask you the same thing,” I said defensively. His heartbeat sped up under my ear.

  “I don’t mind answering, if you really want to know,” he said softly, and began stroking my hair again soothingly.

  “Okay, spill it. What went wrong?”

  He chuckled warmly. “Alright, let’s see.” He cleared his throat. “Honestly, this is good for me to do, because I don’t know that I gave it the scrutiny it deserved until now.”

  I stayed silent, enjoying the touch of his fingers running through my hair.

  “First of all, I picked relationships for all the wrong reasons. They were cute and I wanted to fuck them, or they liked to watch anime with me and then we’d fuck. Hmmm … it would appear I picked people who looked like they would be a good lay.”

  I laughed and sat up. “You’re so full of shit. I don’t believe that’s the only reason you had relationships. You can screw someone and not try to have a relationship with them.”

  “Maybe you can.” He grinned.

  “Wait, I’m not the one who sleeps around.”

  “Hey, that’s not nice.” He grimaced.

  “What do you call it?”

  “I call it exploring my options.”

  I fell silent. It occurred to me again how out of my depth I was with this man. I might just be one of those options. There’s no easy way to ask that.

  “Are you honestly saying you were only with those people because you wanted sex?”

  “Why else?”

  “My guess is you wanted to make a connection with someone. We all hope that we will, isn’t that why we keep trying?”

  “You sure have a way of cutting through all the bullshit.” He smiled, but his gaze turned wary.

  “Let me cut through a little more while I’m at it,” I said.

  “Do what you must,” he said and I swore he held his breath.

  “Are we just fucking?”

  He gasped. “What?”

  “Was this just exploring your options? Were you at a loose end it being Christmas Eve and all, and I came along and you were horny?”

  “You’re amazing. I don’t know if I’m insulted or turned on right now.”

  “There is nothing you’ve said in the last ten minutes that would lead me to believe this was anything other than a one night stand.”

  “Fair enough. Before I answer though, I want you to tell me why you think your last relationship fell apart?”

  I took a huge breath. “Because I picked the wrong person for me.”

  “Nope. I need more than that.”

  “I love books. They are an integral part of who I am. I was with someone who didn’t even like books. In fact, he felt that my books were his rival. He was actually jealous of my books. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, can I pick them or what?”

  Chase laughed and pulled me to him again. “For me, this is most definitely not a one night stand. I feel like I must have known you in another life. But if you just wanted to fuck me and never see me again, there’s the door. If you want this to be more, because you like me as much as I like you then we need to pick a name for our new bookstore.”

  My mouth dropped open. This cool, smart funny guy was into me? I’d led a sheltered life, but I wasn’t so stupid I didn’t get if I passed this up I’d be an idiot.

  “Is this too fast for you?” he asked, looking worried.

  I grinned. “Not really. I mean, this is how it happens in the books, right?”

  He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me against his chest. Warmth spread through me, mingled with disbelief.

  “If that blind date had shown up and been a great guy, I wouldn’t have met you,” he said softly.

  “And I guess I owe Brett a drink, because if he hadn’t tried to have his way with me, you wouldn’t have come to my rescue and we might not have met.”

  He squeezed me tight and brushed the top of my head with his lips. “You know you’re spending Christmas with me, right?” he asked.

  “No, I did not know that.”

  “Well, I definitely want to see you tomorrow. Since tomorrow is Christmas we’ll be spending it together.”

  “I guess that’s true.”

  “Is that okay with you?”

  “It’s better than okay.”

  “You can invite your sister if you’d like.”

  “No need. She’ll be at her boyfriend’s house. I think that’s one reason she set me up on a blind date on Christmas Eve. She had plans and felt guilty that I would be alone.”

  “But you won’t be alone,” he said, his voice like velvet.

  I looked up at him, and he kissed the tip of my nose.

  “So this is what it’s like to hang with the cool kids,” I said.

  “You are now cool by default.”

  He yanked the soft comforter up over our heads, and it floated down covering us, muffling our warm laughter.

  The End

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