Mistletoe Mistake

by Bryce Winters

  Clearly, that had been a great move on Justin’s part.

  Pushing forward, Justin pressed their chests together, winding his arms around Max’s waist. He guided his hands beneath Max’s jacket, wanting to be as close to skin as possible.

  He could feel Max’s muscles bunching up beneath the thin material of his dress shirt. Curling his fingers into the flesh, Justin opened his mouth and flicked a tongue against Max’s. He heard the rumble of approval from Max, and Justin dipped in again.

  Taking a chance, one he would forever kick himself for if it backfired, Justin trailed his lips along Max’s jawline, up to his ear.

  “My room is down the hall,” he said, right before nipping the lobe with his teeth.

  A moan erupted from Max, hands grasping at Justin’s hips to haul him closer. A thrill raced through Justin, his victory setting in. He had Max. He was the one to make Max moan and shake with desire.

  It was a heady feeling.

  Justin reached for one of Max's hands, enjoying the feel of it in his own. Where Justin’s hands were slim and long, Max’s were large, with thick fingers that Justin knew would feel like heaven inside him.

  Guiding Max to follow close behind, Justin made his way out of the main room and back down another hall.

  He hadn’t shown Max this wing of the house yet. This was where most of the bedrooms were located, including Justin’s and all guest rooms. With the party going on full-swing below, Justin wasn’t the least bit worried about anybody overhearing their activities. The walls between bedrooms were well-insulated, too, so they wouldn’t be heard for later rounds if Justin had his way.

  Reaching his bedroom door, Justin pulled Max around, backing him up against it. Max went willingly, raising his hands to rest against Justin’s hips as Justin pressed into Max’s body. Their lips met, hot and hungry, and Justin finally let himself melt into Max.

  Justin felt Max respond, his body pushing forward into Justin, his hands at Justin’s hips tugging him closer. Justin went willingly, slotting himself around one of Max’s thighs. Unashamed of his aroused state, Justin pressed himself up against Max’s hip, already more than half-hard. Excitement washed through him when he felt Max’s answering erection against his thigh.

  Drawing back, Justin moved his mouth across Max’s jawline, the skin rough from new growth. It made his lips tingle as they glided down to that glorious neck he had admired for years. Long, with a prominent Adam’s apple, Justin lost track of how many times he had fantasized about kissing, sucking, biting Max’s neck. Max’s collared shirts only made the temptation worse, the top button and coordinating tie taunting Justin with what else hid beneath. Justin wanted to explore every inch below that neckline, the hollow of Max’s throat, those collar bones.

  He felt more than heard Max’s appreciative groan against his lips. Justin flicked a tongue out, dipping into the warm, soft skin at the hollow. Max tasted like all man, salty, sharp, delicious.

  Justin wanted more.

  Reaching behind Max, Justin grasped the door handle and gave it a twist. With a surprised sound, Max stumbled backward into the room. Justin grinned at him, all mischief and playfulness, and watched as Max’s eyes narrowed, a small smile tugging at the corners of his too-sexy mouth.

  A thrill raced through Justin.

  In the next moment, Max had gathered Justin close once again, this time sliding Justin’s jacket over his shoulders, nestling the fabric into the crook of his elbows. Justin tried to shrug out of the thing, but Max tutted his denial.

  “No, no, no,” Max said. “You’ve been naughty.” Max’s gorgeous eyes, darkened by desire, traveled slowly over Justin’s body. Justin shivered. “You need to be taught a lesson.”

  “Oh?” Justin asked, raising a challenging eyebrow, but playing along all the same. “And what is that?”

  Max backed Justin up against the door, closing it with a soft snick.

  “That being naughty can get you into all kinds of… trouble,” Max said, the last word a low growl.

  Justin squirmed, his cock growing rock hard in less than a second.

  “Please,” he whispered, leaning his head back against the door, submitting to Max.

  Instead of kissing him like Justin had hoped, Max raised his hands to Justin’s tie. Max loosened it slowly, teasingly, sliding it from the collar of Justin’s shirt as their eyes met.

  “Open up,” Max said, tapping Justin’s jaw with a finger.

  Justin opened his mouth without hesitation. Would he be on his knees next? Would Max slowly slide his dick into Justin’s mouth, filling him soft and slow? Or hard and rough?

  His thoughts were interrupted when Max placed the silky fabric of Justin’s tie against his tongue.

  “Hold this for a moment,” Max said, giving Justin a heavy look, wordlessly commanding obedience.

  Justin closed his mouth, his teeth cutting into the material. He never thought he’d find holding a tie in his mouth so hot.

  Max turned his attention to Justin’s shirt, making quick work of the buttons. Pushing Justin’s shirt aside, Max pursed his lips and paused. Justin was about to go ahead and drop the tie to ask what was wrong when Max’s fingers rose to brush up against the old, faded scar running along the lower side of Justin’s abdomen. Justin stood his ground, letting Max take a moment to explore. He wasn’t ashamed of his scar, not one bit. In fact, he knew it looked damn sexy. But he didn’t want it to detract from the mood.

  “Incredible,” Max murmured. Justin wanted to ask what he meant, but he held on to the tie instead.

  Max’s fingers moved upward in the next moment and began to flick his fingers over Justin’s nipples, twisting them, pinching them. Justin’s back bowed off the door, and he keened, a high-pitched sound he should have been embarrassed to emit. Instead, he barely remembered to keep his teeth clenched tight so he wouldn’t lose the tie.

  “Look how well-behaved you’re being now,” Max said, his tone pleased.

  Max leaned lower, placing his mouth against Justin’s neck, letting it brush over Justin’s collar bones, giving them each a sharp nip. Justin whimpered as Max’s mouth and teeth began to assault Justin’s nipples, the sensation shooting straight to his cock. Max’s hands traced up and down Justin’s sides, making Justin shiver and squirm harder against the door.

  Withdrawing, Max straightened, fingers hooking into the edges of Justin’s shirt.

  “You see, Justin,” Max drawled, pushing the shirt and jacket off Justin’s arms in one fell swoop, “good boys get rewarded.”

  Justin’s mind went blank for long seconds, trying to reconcile the man he knew with the man before him. Who was this man? If Justin had known about this dominant side of Max years ago, things would have progressed a lot more quickly between them.

  Justin would have made sure of it.

  Max grabbed the end of the tie, but Justin didn’t release it yet. He hadn’t been told to. It seemed he passed the test when Max grinned and leaned close to Justin’s ear.

  “You can let go now, precious,” he whispered, hot breath blowing against Justin’s ear. Justin shuddered as he closed his eyes and opened his mouth. “So good for me. Now, turn around and face the door.”

  Justin complied without question, not caring one bit that he trod all over his shirt and jacket.

  “Hands behind your back.”

  Swallowing hard, his already racing heart picking up speed, Justin brought his wrists together behind him, nestled above his ass. After a moment, he felt his tie wind around his wrists, tight enough to hold him but not tight enough to hurt. Max’s fingers slipped beneath the material, checking the amount of give in the restraint.

  Max’s lips brushed against Justin’s ear once again, the heat and weight of his body pressing Justin’s into the door.

  “You tell me if you need to stop,” Max said, his voice serious for a moment, though Justin could hear the desire thick beneath it. “Or if anything is hurting. Nothing should be hurting you tonight.”

  Justi
n nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  Max inhaled sharply. “You’re perfect.”

  Preening, Justin let his forehead press against the door. He could die happy now, though he hoped it would wait until after Max fucked him hard against this very door.

  Justin felt Max reach around his hips, hands unbuttoning Justin’s fly. The pants fell with a soft whoosh to the floor. There was a surprised hitch of a breath, followed by a low, dark chuckle. Justin pushed his ass out further, loving the fact that he caught Max off guard.

  “I knew it,” Max said. Those large, hot hands ran down Justin’s back, over his hips, cupping his bare ass and squeezing. “There was no way you were wearing underwear underneath those pants without ruining the lines of the suit.”

  “It was either that or a thong,” Justin said. Then he moaned as Max’s hands tightened on his ass.

  “That I’d like to see,” Max said. “But for now, spread your legs as far as they can go.”

  Justin leaned heavily against the door as he moved to accommodate Max’s request. With his pants pooled around his ankles and his shoes prohibiting him from slipping the fabric off, Justin couldn’t spread his legs far, not nearly as far as he wanted.

  “Beautiful,” came the murmured response from behind.

  Then Justin heard something interesting. The shuffle of cloth, the thud of something hard against the carpeted floor, followed by a second. Looking over his shoulder, Justin found Max had stripped completely, his shoes thrown to the side.

  He was stunning.

  The muscles Justin had felt earlier were well defined, the skin tight over them. Dark hair dusted Max’s pecs, and Justin wondered if they would look red in the sunlight. Oh, he couldn’t wait to find out.

  Max’s wide shoulders narrowed to an impressively trim waist, the lines of Max’s abs visible even in the dark lighting. Another swirl of hair adorned Max’s belly button before it shot to Max’s cock, already long and straining upward with desire. Justin’s mouth began to water anew.

  As he watched, Max sank to his knees behind Justin, thigh muscles bulging.

  Justin couldn’t breathe.

  Fingers trailed up and down Justin’s legs, making him squirm against the door. Max even went as far as brushing those sinful digits up against Justin’s balls, a tease of a touch. Justin whined.

  “Who’s the tease now?” he asked, voice breathless. Then he sucked in a stunned breath as Max swatted a hand against his ass. It didn’t so much hurt as surprise him.

  “Hush, or I won’t continue.”

  Justin nearly bit through his lip to contain his words.

  Those devilish fingers moved up his thighs once again, lingering at his balls once again. Justin clenched his teeth, breathing hard through his nose in an effort to keep still. Max chuckled darkly. Then the fingers drifted further upward, sliding into the crack between Justin’s ass cheeks.

  Justin moaned, pressing his chest up against the door as Max brushed up against his entrance. His cock throbbed, searching for friction, and his hips flexed in response.

  Fingers not occupied at Justin’s rim wrapped around his hip and pulled him back, exposing him further to Max’s scrutiny.

  “Stay just like this, sweetheart,” Max said, his voice almost too low to hear. Justin nodded, squeezing his lips together though he wanted to beg.

  His arms began to ache in their confined position, and Justin relished it. The ache reminded him that he had earned exactly what he had wanted all these years. Having both his arms and legs restrained added an extra edge to the pleasure rising inside him and helped make Justin feel like he could let go.

  Max’s fingers resumed their ministrations, and Justin dug his nails into the palms of his hands to keep from moving, from chasing after those fingers. He wanted them buried inside him, slick and hot, searching for that secret spot so deep within. They would be merciless, Justin fantasized, rubbing up against that spot until Justin could do nothing but come hard and long, his release painting the door in front of him.

  “So eager,” Max murmured, pulling gently at the rim of Justin’s entrance. Justin gasped at the sensation. “Tell me. How much do you want this?”

  “Oh my god, Max,” Justin moaned. He dug deep for the ability to string words into a coherent sentence. “I want everything you want to give me. I’ll take everything. I’ve wanted you for years.”

  “So I’ve heard,” Max said. Justin could hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s make up for lost time, shall we?”

  With that, Justin felt the rough texture of Max’s stubble scrapping along the sensitive skin of his ass, followed by a soft wisp of breath. Justin gasped as he realized what was about to happen, his stomach clenching hard in anticipation. Long moments passed, or it might have been seconds, before he felt the wet, warm sensation of Max’s tongue. It teased at the edges, drawing feather-light circles around and around, then swept over the entire bud. Max’s raspy tongue caressed every crevice. Pure electricity zinged up Justin’s spine, making his back arch as he groaned in pleasure.

  Justin lost his mind. He knew he babbled anything from Max’s name to curses to promises if only Max would please keep going. His knees shook with the effort of holding himself up. Sweat bloomed on his skin, unable to contain the deep seated pleasure coursing through him. He knew if Max kept it up long enough, Justin could come like this.

  When one of Max’s hands wrapped around Justin’s hip and grasped his cock, Justin cried out and thrust hard into the hand.

  The hand disappeared, as did Max’s tongue.

  “Uh-uh-uh,” Max chided, his tone amused. “I told you to stay still, didn’t I?”

  Justin nodded, panting, his head braced against the door. “I’m sorry, sir.”

  “Let’s try this again. And behave yourself.”

  Max’s tongue returned to Justin’s hole, his hand wrapping around Justin’s cock. Justin moaned, feeling the euphoric sensation fill him once again, concentrating at the base of his spine, growing tighter and tighter.

  “I’m going to come,” Justin warned, knowing that even as he said the words, Max wouldn’t let him. Not this soon.

  Sure enough, Max’s hand left Justin’s cock, only to wrap around the base of it, squeezing tight. The feeling of orgasm dissipated immediately, and Justin whined.

  “Soon enough, pet,” Max said, the words soothing. Justin breathed, focusing on Max’s hands, Max’s breath against the sensitive skin of his ass.

  Then Max’s tongue started up again.

  Max played him like a violin, coaxing him close to orgasm time and time again, only to bring Justin back from that edge. Justin lost track of time, lost the ability to think about anything other than Max’s hands and mouth on him. He had been reduced to nothing but a man at the mercy of his lover.

  And still, Justin protested when Max’s mouth disappeared. “No…” he moaned.

  “Hush,” Max soothed, running his hands up Justin’s thighs as he stood. Max gently unwrapped the tie from Justin’s wrists, taking the time to rub the ache away. He did the same for Justin’s arms and shoulders, and Justin sighed, allowing Max to guide him back against his chest. Justin closed his eyes and floated.

  “So well-behaved,” Max said, and Justin smiled at the praise. “If I didn’t know any better, I would say you were on Santa’s nice list this year.”

  Justin grinned, all too aware of Max’s teasing. “Would you rather I was on the naughty or nice list?” he asked.

  The sharp slap to his ass had Justin’s gasping.

  “Keep it up, and you’ll find out,” Max said.

  For one long moment, Justin was sorely tempted. But he let it go, once again submitting to Max.

  Max knelt once again behind Justin, this time reaching to untie Justin’s shoes. He helped Justin step out of them and the fabric pooled around his ankles. Once freed, Max stood slowly, his mouth dropping kisses along Justin’s spine.

  “Get on the bed,” Max said softly into Justin’s ear.

  Not needing
to be told twice, Justin turned on a heel and made his way quickly to the bed. He stripped down the Christmas themed quilt, exposing deep red sheets. Justin already knew they would feel like sleeping on a cloud.

  Max didn’t comment as he strode forward, his eyes glued on Justin’s body as Justin languidly stretched himself out across the bed, his cock on prominent display. Max turned to the nightstand, opening the drawers until he found the bottle of lubricant and a box of condoms Justin had stashed in there earlier in a fit of optimism.

  Justin watched as Maxed toss the bottle and a strip of condoms on the bed before he knelt onto the bed. The mattress dipped with the weight of Max’s body. Justin’s mouth went dry as he watched Max crawl toward him.

  Max looked magnificent. All brawn and muscle, dark hair dusting his chest, arms, legs. Those beautiful eyes seemed to stare deep into him, reading his every thought, his every desire.

  This was a man who saved children’s lives. And he was looking at Justin as though nothing else in the world mattered in that moment but him.

  Justin’s heart swelled, his crush manifesting itself into something bigger, something deeper.

  “Do you want to be on your front or back?” Max asked, reaching for the bottle.

  As a response, Justin arched his back, giving Max a soft, slow smile. His erection curved up toward his belly button, weeping at the tip. He eyed Max’s cock, hanging heavy between his legs. Justin licked his lips, hoping for a taste.

  “Maybe next time,” Max said, popping open the lid to the lube and slicking his fingers liberally.

  Justin pouted. “I want to taste you,” he said.

  Max closed the bottle and tossed it aside. He reached his free hand to Justin’s mouth, tracing his lips. Justin nipped at the fingertips before sucking hard at one finger. Max hissed as he pulled it back.

  “Definitely next time. Unfortunately, if I let you suck me now, I won’t be up for much more later.”