ChoosingHisChristmasMiracle

by Charlie Richards

  Releasing his grip on his mate’s cock had Raul moaning, so Sean quickly maneuvered the sweats down Raul’s hips and under his balls, allowing his dick to spring free. He licked his lips and leaned forward, inhaling deeply.

  “Fuck, you smell good,” Sean said with a groan, his tone deepening with desire.

  “Sean,” Raul grunted. “Do something,” he pleaded, threading his fingers into Sean’s hair. His hold neither pushed nor pulled Sean away, letting him choose.

  And Sean chose to taste his mate. Of course, making the decision to suck another man’s cock, even one that was his mate’s, was completely different than actually doing it. Carefully, he wrapped his hand around the base of Raul’s thick, maybe six-inch meat. He pumped the shaft once, twice, glancing up when Raul hissed, gratified to see the pleasure straining his features.

  “Sean,” Raul said again, growling his name this time.

  Sean grinned. Oh, he felt powerful, in control, making his mate burn with obvious need if the glistening drops of pre-cum oozing from the wide slit was any indication. Sean wanted more.

  He leaned forward, stuck out his tongue, and slid the flat of it across the swollen, sensitive glans, taking care to scoop up those tantalizing beads. Sean hummed at the taste. Wanting to taste more, he opened his jaw wide and sucked the head of Raul’s cock into his mouth.

  Raul moaned, indicating Sean must be doing something right. His mate bucked his hips convulsively, thrusting more of his dick into Sean’s mouth. Sean’s gag reflex kicked in, forcing him to back away.

  “Sorry,” Raul apologized breathily. “Felt so good.”

  Sean flicked his gaze up, surprisingly pleased at the gasping, slack-jawed look of pleasure on the other man’s face. Going down on him again, Sean made certain to keep his second hand firmly on Raul’s hip so he couldn’t choke him again. Sean bobbed his head, sucking and licking, doing all the things he knew he liked when getting a blow job. He tickled the sensitive skin under the cap, traced the pulsing vein up the underside of Raul’s stalk, and dipped his tongue into the slit.

  “Wait, wait, oh fuck, wait!” Raul cried out.

  Concerned that he’d somehow hurt his mate, Sean pulled off Raul’s dick. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing,” Raul gasped. “Just don’t want to come yet,” he admitted.

  “What? Why?” Sean asked, confused. Wasn’t that the point of a blow job?

  “Want to taste you, too,” Raul admitted. “Come up here.”

  “Oh.” Sean felt his heartbeat speed up at what his mate proposed. After a second, he stood and stripped his jeans. Like most shifters, he didn’t bother with underwear. His dick sprang free, hard, already weeping, jutting from his groin and ready for action.

  Raul reached out and tentatively traced a finger up the underside of his dick, along the blood-engorged vein. He tickled the membrane called the frenulum with his fingertip, making his dick bob and sending shivers through Sean’s body. Finally, Raul swiped the pad of his finger over Sean’s head, rubbing the clear fluid that oozed from his slit all around the glans.

  Sean growled low in his throat, loving not only the sight of his mate touching him, but the shudders his touch sent through his body. When Raul lifted his finger to his tongue and tasted Sean, licking his finger clean, Sean moaned.

  “Raul,” he murmured. “You’re killing me!”

  Raul grinned. “We wouldn’t want that. Come up here,” he beckoned.

  Letting out an unmanly whimper, Sean quickly obeyed, positioning himself above Raul in a classic sixty-nine position. He mentally reminded himself to be careful not to put any weight on his healing lover, then lowered his head and sucked in as much of Raul’s dick as he could.

  He slowly started bobbing his head, lifting in slow, sucking drags, knowing how good it felt. Sean nearly lost it at the first touch of Raul’s tongue to his glans. He had to freeze and concentrate on beating his orgasm back as Raul’s tongue swiped around him, the warm, wet appendage sending fantastic sensations up his stalk to his balls.

  When Raul actually wrapped his lips around his crown and sucked, Sean moaned. It was a good thing he’d remembered to grip Raul’s hip again, because the vibrations caused his mate to whimper and thrust.

  It only took a few seconds for Raul to catch on, and they started a race to get each other off on their orgasms. Sean’s lover seemed to mirror his movements, sucking, licking, and working the base of his prick—which Raul couldn’t fit into his mouth—with his hand.

  Sean felt his balls pull tight to his body. His cock swelled and he knew he was seconds away from coming. He desperately wanted Raul to get off, too. He reached down and rolled his lover’s testicles, feeling the hard orbs tighten in their sacks. Yeah, his lover was close, too. Sean hummed.

  That seemed to do it. Raul groaned. His cock swelled and pulsed, filling Sean’s mouth with cum. At first, Sean almost gagged as the creamy liquid hit the back of his throat. He pulled off halfway and swallowed, drinking his mate’s fluid. Actually tasting it had him moaning in delight and his own orgasm hit him.

  His body shuddering and twitching, Sean tried to remember to continue to swallow as his balls turned inside out and pleasure swamped his senses. It didn’t quite work, and some of Raul’s cum oozed past his lips.

  When he finished coming, it took every ounce of self-control Sean possessed to keep from collapsing on his lover. Instead, he carefully pulled off Raul’s cock and licked his lips, catching most of the cream that had escaped, then wiped his tongue over Raul’s softening shaft, licking it clean.

  Goose bumps broke out over his body as Sean felt Raul doing the same to his own cock. His dick twitched at the attention, trying valiantly to rise again. Carefully, Sean shifted off the couch and knelt by his lover’s head.

  Raul grinned up at him. Sean thought he’d never looked better with the sated look on his face and the cat-that-ate-the-cream smile. Raul sank his fingers into Sean’s hair and tugged. “Love your hair,” Raul muttered absently.

  Instead of kissing him, Raul licked his chin and jaw. Sean hummed with pleasure, realizing his mate was cleaning up some cum he must have missed. Then Raul drew him forward into a deep, tongue-curling kiss. Sean could taste both their essences mixed in with Raul’s own unique flavors, and he thought it was the most amazing taste in the world. Sean knew he’d never get enough.

  Chapter Nine

  “It’s still crooked,” Raul said, unable to hide his grin.

  Sean let out an irritated huff and scowled at him. “Which direction?”

  Looking at the blue spruce, Raul tilted his hand, indicating that it needed to go a little to the right.

  His lover adjusted the tree and then looked at him. “Now?”

  “Perfect,” Raul said, deciding it was as close as it was going to get. He grinned. “Now come here and give me a kiss, grouch,” he teased.

  Sean rolled his eyes, but did as Raul bid. He spread his thighs and Sean knelt between them. They reached for each other and came together, exchanging the slow, drugging kisses that Raul had come to enjoy so much.

  Over the last few days, they’d explored each other’s bodies with hands, lips, and tongues. They only had one last thing to do together, and Raul wasn’t certain if he felt eagerness or trepidation. Sure, Raul wanted to belong to Sean, just as he already knew Sean belonged to him, and if having his lover’s seven-inch rod shoved up his ass was the only way to do it, then he’d welcome his lover into his body.

  Raul slid his hands down Sean’s chest, tweaking his nipples through the t-shirt he wore, just as he knew Sean liked. His mate grunted and hummed, deepening the kiss, thrusting his tongue into Raul’s mouth.

  Sean leaned back and whispered against Raul’s lips, “I want you in my ass, Raul. I’ve been thinking about it for days. How you’ll feel filling me up. Will you let me ride your cock?”

  Raul’s brows shot up. His cock flooded to full arousal and a bead of moisture seeped from him. “Oh fuck,” he muttered. His mate had been thin
king of the same thing he had!

  “That’s the idea,” Sean murmured, skimming butterfly kisses over his lips, along his jaw, and over to his ear lobe, sucking it into his mouth. Sean cupped Raul through his sweats, squeezing his sensitive shaft, making him moan. “How about it, big guy?”

  “Hell, yeah,” Raul murmured, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head. He’d talk to his mate about taking his ass later.

  Sean stood and whipped his shirt over his head. Then he dug a small bottle of lube out of his jeans pocket and dropped it on the couch, then shimmied out of his pants.

  Raul swallowed and licked his lips, taking in his sexy lover’s aroused state.

  Seeing his hungry look, Sean smirked. “Let’s get you out of those clothes, sexy,” he said huskily.

  Raul nodded, on board with that idea. He lifted his arms and Sean carefully helped him take off his t-shirt. He lightly traced a finger around the healing puckered flesh on his shoulder and upper chest. “Fuck, I was so lucky not to lose you, Raul.”

  Not wanting to lose the moment, Raul leaned up and kissed his lover. “But you didn’t. Show me how much you appreciate me being here,” he urged as he lifted his hips and shoved off his sweats and socks.

  He held out a hand, beckoning his lover onto his lap even as he slouched down a bit on the couch. Carefully, Sean climbed over him, his jutting cock seeming to lead the way. Raul grabbed the lube and poured some onto his fingers. He reached behind his lover, and carefully felt for Sean’s puckered entrance. As he gently slipped the tip of his slicked up finger into the man’s anus, Raul looked up at Sean, trying to read his expression.

  “This okay?”

  Sean nodded. “Yeah, more,” he said, rocking backward and impaling himself on Raul’s finger.

  Taking that as permission, Raul pressed a second finger in beside the first. Sean grunted, his eyes widening slightly. Raul wrapped his fingers around Sean’s prick and stroked slowly, giving his lover something else to think about as he worked his fingers in and out and opened him up.

  When he brushed his knuckle over a soft bump, Sean nearly jumped out of his skin while howling in pleasure. Raul grinned. “So, there it is,” he murmured, finally figuring out why Jared didn’t mind taking it up the ass. If it felt half as good as Sean seemed to think, Raul would be happy to feel his mate’s prick pegging his gland.

  “Holy fucking shit. Do that again,” Sean ordered, his eyes glowing with feral lust.

  Raul grinned and obeyed. After hitting it a couple times, he thrust in a third finger. Sean grunted, but he didn’t stop rocking against the fingers filling him and his erection didn’t flag, so Raul figured he was all right. He watched beads of perspiration form on Sean’s temples and on his lip.

  “Oh, fuck, this is good,” Sean ground out. “Now, Raul. Fill me now, my mate. I’m ready. Need you to fill me up, lover.”

  If his mate’s words didn’t clue him in, the incessant babble did. Raul gently pulled his fingers free and wiped the rest of the lube coating his digits all over his cock. His own touch had him on edge, and he gripped the base of his dick in a tight grip, willing himself to calm down.

  Once he felt like he wouldn’t explode the second he sank his dick inside Sean, he held his cock steady. Sean lowered himself and pressed against Raul’s cock head. It took more pressure than he thought it would, but when Sean let out a slow breath, the head of his dick popped into the hottest, tightest, most amazing heat he’d ever felt.

  “Sean,” he hissed, groaning. He tightened his grip on Sean’s hip. “Shit.”

  “Yeah,” Sean murmured as he let his weight sink him all the way down Raul’s shaft. Once his ass was flush with Raul’s groin, Sean let out a long sigh.

  Raul whimpered. The pressure on his prick felt like a cross between exquisite pleasure and intense pain, and he wanted to stay buried in this man forever.

  Sean rested his forehead against Raul’s and they came together in a soft kiss. “My lover,” Raul whispered. “Such an amazing man.”

  “I’m yours,” Sean practically breathed the words.

  Smiling, Raul pressed another kiss to his lips and murmured, “And I’m yours.”

  Sean started to move. His powerful thighs flexed as Sean lifted his body. His sucking heat massaged Raul’s dick and he groaned as the amazing sensations flooded his system.

  “Sean,” he said, moaning.

  His lover grinned and slammed himself back down. Raul roared. Sean started a steady rhythm, his powerful legs working. Feral delight filled Raul at the look of ecstasy on Sean’s face as he fucked himself on Raul’s prick.

  “Don’t come,” Raul ordered gruffly.

  Sean froze with Raul’s dick halfway in and out of Sean’s ass. Raul groaned, wanting desperately to buck his hips, but his battered, healing body still didn’t have the strength.

  “What? Why?” Sean asked, almost whimpering the words.

  “Because I want you to fuck me after I come,” Raul said, clearly surprising his mate if the lifted brows were anything to go by.

  “You do?”

  Raul grinned and nodded.

  “Hell, yeah,” Sean muttered. “Let’s get you taken care of.”

  The look of delight never left Sean’s face as he picked up the pace. The sexy shifter adjusted his angle so Raul’s cock no longer pegged his gland. Sean tightened his anus muscles on each upstroke. Raul wondered how his lover could be so coordinated, then all thought left as Sean reached down and pinched his nipples.

  The little bite of pain had his balls pulling tight. His breathing hitched. Tingles shot up his spine, ricocheted off his skull and swept back down his body to settle at the base of his spine. He knew he was only seconds from coming. Raul’s breathing hitched. His dick thickened, and the next time Sean sank down on him, Raul’s dick erupted, soaking his lover’s channel with his seed.

  He felt Sean carefully lift off his cock and slip between his legs, encouraging him to spread his legs wide. Raul smiled at his lover. Even Sean slipping a finger into his ass didn’t diminish the wonderful endorphins pinging through Raul’s system.

  “Mmm, yeah,” Raul hummed his pleasure at his mate’s handling. “You gonna fuck me so good, Sean?”

  Sean paused in his ministrations to look up at him. “Oh, no, babe,” he said, his expression suddenly serious. “I’m going to make love to you.”

  Raul swallowed hard. His mouth opened in surprise. “Oh, Sean,” Raul whispered. He cupped his lover’s jaw. A smile caused by a different reason curved his lips. “I love you, too.”

  “Yeah?” Sean asked, showing uncharacteristic vulnerability.

  Nodding, Raul told him, “You’re my Christmas miracle, you and Lily. You gave me a reason to live, and I never want to be without you.”

  A whimper escaped Sean and he leaned forward and captured Raul’s lips in a crushing, dominating kiss.

  When they finally came up for air, both men were panting. Raul grinned. “Claim me, mate.”

  Sean grinned. “So pushy,” he scolded softly.

  Raul just grinned as Sean quickly stretched him. He had to admit it was far more pleasant an experience than he thought it’d be, what with the way Sean rubbed his gland with each pass of his fingers. In no time, Sean lubed up his cock and pushed his way inside, connecting them.

  Sean stilled, firmly planted inside him, and the initial bite of pain eased to a pleasant ache. “Please move,” Raul urged, groaning.

  His lover grinned with devilish glee, but he obeyed. Slowly, he withdrew and thrust back in just as slowly. Sean leaned close, his lips a hair’s breadth from Raul’s. “You’re mine, Raul. My mate.”

  “Yes,” Raul responded, breathily, “I’m yours.” A thought pushed through his lust-infused brain. “Yours and Lily’s,” he said, his tone serious.

  Pausing, Sean’s expression turned just as solemn. “Yeah, we’re a family.”

  “Our family,” Raul confirmed.

  A low, possessive growl erupted from Sean’s
chest and he started moving again, this time rutting swiftly. Heat and love filled Sean’s eyes where he stared into Raul’s and he couldn’t help but grin and give that same look right back.

  Sean snarled and wrapped his jaw around Raul’s shoulder. Raul felt the prick of teeth far too sharp for a human mouth. He knew what Sean wanted. “Do it,” he urged into his lover’s ear. “I am yours.”

  Teeth pierced his shoulder. A spike of pain shot through his shoulder and was gone just as quickly, morphing into the most intense pleasure Raul had ever felt. He hadn’t thought he’d been close, but his cock erupted anyway. Moaning, Raul coated both their abs with his cum, and his ass clenched down on Sean’s dick.

  Lifting his head, Sean howled as he thrust once more and convulsed, coating Raul’s rectum with hot semen. It heated him from the inside out and left him inordinately pleased. Raul couldn’t explain the peace that settled over him, but he didn’t need it to be explained to pull his lover closer and nuzzle his neck.

  “Merry Christmas, Sean,” Raul murmured.

  Sean leaned back just enough to smile and look him in the eye. “Merry Christmas.”

  Raul grinned back. “I have bad news though, lover.”

  His brows drew together and Sean looked at him with concern. “What’s wrong?”

  “The tree is still crooked.”

  About the Author

  Charlie lives on a mini ranchette in Utah with her husband and furry, four-legged children. She started writing fantasy when she was eight, and after stumbling onto her first erotic romance at age nineteen, she realized her true calling. She now focuses on writing erotic romance, normally of the paranormal variety, with heroes and heroines of all kinds. You can often find her curled up with her laptop and a cup of tea or glass of wine, creating her next adventure. Charlie enjoys exploring the mountains on horseback, 4-wheeler, or motorcycle. Her favorite exercise is jumping lessons with her Arabian gelding Apache or her Thoroughbred mare Repo. And she can’t get enough of sexy highlanders with their kilts and swords. Right now, she and her muse are working with dedication on her Wolves of Stone Ridge series and Kontra’s Menagerie series.