Christmas With the Biker

by Neya Fang

  Auden’s lips opened into an O shape, eyes widening. His lips twitched like he wanted to speak, but couldn’t. The only thing that came out of his mouth was a, “Hmmm.” He rubbed his brow, then opened his mouth several times, but shut them every time his eyes made contact with mine. He was at a loss for words.

  “Don’t worry, you’ll fit right in. You will meet plenty of mc boys there. Jules, Denny, Sinclair, Liam, jack, they all will there. You’ll see plenty of new faces too. It’ll be great. Just have fun, and I’ll be alongside you all the time. Unless I’m needed to help with something. In that case, I’ll leave you with Da and Pop. They’ll be attending too.”

  slowly, he moved his head up and down. “Okay. Yeah, okay.”

  “Great! Now let’s go keep all the gifts we brought in the back of my SUV, then we’ll get ready, okay.”

  “Yeah sure, but there’s one problem, I’m not carrying any extra clothes with me to wear to the party.”

  “You can come to what you are wearing now. Like I said before, there is no dress code for today’s party. Most everyone who’ll be attending will be naked, except for the littles.”

  “It’s okay if I come in this?” He looked down at his light faded blue jeans and flannel shirt type sweater he was wearing.

  “Yes, absolutely.”

  He finally gave me his brilliant, shy smile that had come to love and cherish. He was smiling more and more these days, which I loved.

  “Come on, Green. Let’s finish this.”

  We worked quickly, then I took him to Da’s place above the ‘Saints of Bay’.

  “You can use Da’s bathroom to get freshened up. I’ll use the guest one.”

  After taking a quick shower, I wore the same clothes, except for the T-shirt. I took a clean one out of the drawer I used to keep my clothes at Da’s place.

  I checked out myself in the mirror when I noticed a white button-down shirt I had gotten for Auden a few days back hanging over a hanger. He could wear this, and one of my hoodies. I grabbed it off the hanger and went in search of him. He had just come out of the shower, his hair was wet, skin flushed, eyes bright, and a towel was hanging around his neck.

  “Hey,” he smiled, running his fingers through his wet hair, sending tiny droplets of water everywhere.

  “Hey, to you too.” I lifted the shirt I was holding in the air. “You can wear this. I’d gotten it a few days back but forgot to give it to you. It should fit you.” I held the shirt in front of him. “Try it, please.”

  “Oh. That’s… that’s very sweet of you, but you didn’t have to get me anything.”

  “I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to. Get used to it, boy. I’m going to buy things for you whenever I feel like it. I liking giving you things. I like taking care of you.”

  “Thank you.” He gave me a soft smile, then looked down at himself. His fingers hesitated at the first button, twitching. I waited patiently as he frowned and contemplated. I had no idea what he was thinking about.

  Didn’t he like the shirt?

  Did he think it was a small size?

  Or was he shocked to receive a present?

  Did no one ever give him presents?

  Another beat later, he finally took a deep breath and opened his shirt one button at a time, then shrugged out of it and neatly folded it.

  The man was beautiful. He had a gorgeous body with a pouch. It protruded slightly over his beltline and loved that. It wasn’t that visible unless one focused greatly over that area of his body.

  He had a dad bod, and it was hot.

  Hot, hot, hot.

  My eyes drank him, rolling over his body, imprinting every inch of it, and when they finally connected with his eyes, a zing shot through my spine.

  His lips parted and eyes darkened, his breathing turned shallow, almost trembling. I felt the power of his desire down to my bones because I was feeling them too.

  My gaze never wavered. I held firm eye contact, my breathing matched his. We were two thirsty souls, who desired to devour each other.

  I leaned forward, moving closer to him, trying to erase the unwanted distance between us.

  After placing his shirt on the bed, he took the shirt from my hand. Slowly his ears and cheeks colored in red. I took back the shirt from him and threw it on the bed, then grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled him closer to me. He lowered his head and clutched my T-shirt in his fist.

  I could hear nothing but his harsh breathing mingled with mine. Holding his chin, lifted his face. “You are beautiful, my sweet Green. Your body is beautiful. It’s perfect. Don’t ever be ashamed of it.”

  I dropped his chin and let my hand slid down his chest, sending ripples of goosebumps all over his skin. When my hands finally reached his belly, I rested them there. “This is hot. Seriously hot. I love this about you. I even love the salt and pepper at your temple, in your beard and…” I moved my hands back up until I reached his chest, then grabbed a few off his chest and pulled them, sending a mild jolt of pain. “…on you chest.”

  I kissed his forehead. “Do you want to know why?” My lips moved down to the nose, then further down to his lips. So soft, velvety.

  “Why, Daddy?” He whispered against my lips.

  “Because it shows you’ve lived. Not many can say that, and I’m damn glad you did.”

  His lips parted, eyes shining, glossing over with lust, trust, and need. He slightly parted his legs, then swallowed hard.

  He thrusted out his chest, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. Suddenly I, too, felt my lips dry. I bent down and licked his lips, rubbing my lips against his, rubbing my whiskers too. He moaned against my mouth.

  “Do you want me, Green? Do you?”

  “So much. Daddy. So much.” His hands unclenched. He slipped them under my T-shirt, then trusted out his hips.

  “Then you shall have me. You’ve pleased daddy greatly, and so, you shall be rewarded. Do you want your reward, my sweet Green?” I pinched his nipples.

  “Yes!” He panted, lifting his chin to expose his neck.

  “You crave my touch, don’t you, my sweet green?” I moved my hands to his pants and opened the fly and zipper. Shoving my hands inside his pants, I encircled his hard dick in my hand and stroked him.

  Leisurely.

  Lazily.

  Teasingly.

  Leaning down, I bit the tip of his ear, then licked it, going down his throat. I was ready to dive, but knew now wasn’t the right time. His pulsing cock twitched and jerked in my hand. The feeling was so great, I groaned loudly to let him know how I enjoyed his shaft in my hand, but that I would enjoy it even more if it were in my mouth.

  Soon.

  Soon I was going having him in my mouth. Taste him, play with him.

  “You like that, sweetheart?”

  “Oh, God yes, Daddy,” he groaned and moaned simultaneously.

  I could see saliva flooding his mouth, as I rained kisses all over his throat, chin, and cheeks. His hands glided to my back, holding my ass in his hands. His body arched when I ground my hips against his groin, continuing to stroke him.

  “Are you feeling the tingle in your stomach? A fluttering in your chest? A shifting feeling near your heart.”

  “Yes, daddy. I feel… I feel so much. So much daddy.” He shivered. “Please, daddy.” His eyes begged me to believe those feelings.

  Hah!

  No chance, my boy.

  I pulled my hand out his pants and took a step back.

  Fuck!

  I ached to claim him as mine, ached to brand him with my come. I wanted him as mine in every way possible. However, we didn’t have enough time for the encore, so we’ll have to settle for just a taste of what’s in store.

  I needed a release badly, more than taking his ass, and I knew just what I wanted to do then.

  I pulled the shirt off over my head and threw it down.

  “Remove your jeans and underwear,” I commanded, opening my pants and shoving it down.

  Yeah, I pre
ferred going commando.

  What could I say, sometimes the boys gotta be turned loose… my ding-a-ling loved doing dangle-a-lang. But on a serious note, my cock loved some ventilation, and it felt empowered.

  I looked up and saw him staring at my rock hard cock. I cleared my throat and gave a jerky nod to get moving, but all he did was meet my eyes then again look at my cock.

  When he continued to stand there gape at me, I snapped my fingers in front of him.

  “Now, Green! We don’t have enough time.”

  His wide eyes snapped up to meet mine and he nodded, then immediately got to shoving his jeans and underwear done.

  Quickly shucking out of them, he stood naked in front of me. His body was a light-hearted tone. He was masculine, yet not. A moan spilled out of my lips when I saw his dick jutting out, pre-cum running out of his slit. I was ready to combust from just look at that.

  I grabbed my shaft and stroked myself, the veins pulse. Watching him, enjoying the way his tongue darted out to lick his lips, the lust that had pooled in his eyes, and the way his hands were twitching in front of him.

  It pleased me to see him just as eager to touch me as I was moments ago.

  “Do you want to touch me, my sweet Green?

  He nodded frantically, swallowed, then licked his lips again, keeping his eyes on my dick.

  Oh fuck. Gods, the way his lips shone with that spittle all over it was just calling me to bite it.

  “Words, my sweet Green?” I watched his cock jerk in attention whenever I called him my sweet Green..

  He wanted me.

  He needed me.

  Physically and emotionally.

  I wanted to give him everything he ever desired, dreamed and hoped for. And I was going to give him, but only a teaser.

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “Come here.” I stood with my legs wide apart.

  As soon as he reached me, I bent my knee to be at his face level and pulled him against me, letting my dick go and took his mouth. Kissing him, conveying everything I was feeling at that moment.

  Raw.

  Dirty.

  Rowdy.

  My tongue slipped inside his mouth when he parted his lips for me. I fucked his mouth, thrusting my tongue like it was his ass. He moaned, his hands searching my body looking for something to hold on to. And they finally found it.

  His hands grabbed my ass and he bucked his up, grinding his hips, our cocks rubbing each other.

  The friction sent an excited shiver down my spine. My soul sang happily. The skin to skin contact, the heat of his body circling me, his hot breath caressing my lips, his saliva providing lubrication to pick his mouth with ease. The whole act was stimulating.

  So consuming.

  Compelling.

  Profound.

  I pulled my tongue back and just… simply kissed him. Kissed him like he’s my last drop of water on the Earth.

  We both pulled back to take a breather.

  I was panting.

  He was panting.

  But we both continued to grind our hips.

  I was ready to come just from the friction and the pressure I felt in my balls when they worked in with his.

  I needed his mouth wrapped around my cock. Now.

  I took a step back and spread my legs wide.

  “Get down, my sweet Green. You’re ready for your reward.”

  He immediately knelt and opened his mouth.

  I slowly eased the tip of my cock inside his mouth. Before I could guide him, he curled his tongue and lapped the pre-cum that was dribbling out.

  His greedy tongue glided several times between the crown slit, sending pleasurable jolt down to my balls.

  He wrapped his lips, swallowing my length. When he realized he couldn’t take all of my lengths, he finally used his hands and stroked the base of my cock.

  “Relax your jaw, and breath, Green.” He took a deep breath through his nose and let the tension drain out of him as he took more of me.

  Then some more.

  And some more.

  Finally, he was deep throating me.

  He let his hand go and continued to suck me with enthusiasm. Tears filled his eyes, spit was rolling down his chin.

  It was a sight to behold.

  Watching him on his knees, giving me head… all the wait was worth it.

  I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, didn’t allow myself to have meaningless sex with random men or single boys at the club. I didn’t believe in those.

  So months of no sexual contact with anyone was damn worth it. All the blue balls were worth it to get to that moment.

  His hands grabbed my ass and he held me in place, then moaned when my hands found its way to his hair. I held them in a painful grip as I thrust into his mouth.

  I pulled back to allow him some room to breathe, but my boy had other plans. Auden made a protest, whining, and wouldn’t let me go. He pushed my ass and made sure I wasn’t leaving his mouth. His nose was buried in my groin hair, smelling me.

  That was hot.

  Very hot.

  “That’s it. Oh, fuck… right there.” My head fell back, groans of pleasure spilled from my lips when he grabbed my cock between his teeth and dragged it from the base to the tip, swirling his tongue at the crown and plunging his the tip of his tongue between the slit.

  “Ahh fuck… oh fuck… yess…” Shouts were pouring out of my mouth.

  Auden’s tongue played with my head for a beat or two before going down again. He pulled off of me and circled his hand around my cock and jerked it faster, then twisted his body to angle it sideways and bent his head lower and took my balls into his mouth.

  He sucked it, kneaded it with his tongue. He played with it like it was his toy. Which it was right then.

  I watched as his tongue moved. It was sending tingles of pleasure all over my body. I was so close to coming. Very close.

  Fucking hell, my boy was skilled. I loved the way he was giving me head. “You give such good head, my sweet Green. So good.”

  His eyes snapped up and met mine. They shone bright and so focused, and so dark with passion. He was drunk on lust. I was drunk on lust. Keeping his eyes on me, he continued to suck my balls and stroked my cock.

  “So hot,” I whispered between pants.

  My breathing has accelerated, my heart was pounding inside me, my chest felt warm. Ready to soar. I was ready to explode.

  He was ready to explode. I could see his dick leaking pre-cum on the floor. I leaned down and pulled him away from my balls and nailed my cock back in his mouth.

  “Do not come. Do not waste that delicious come on the floor. If you do, I'll make you clean it. You know how I feel about tidiness. So…” I pushed in till I touched the back of his throat. He gagged, tears freely rolling down his cheeks “Do.” I pulled out, keeping only the tip of my shaft inside his mouth. “Not.” I pushed again, but with more force than before. “Come.”

  I was pumping harder, thrusting like a caveman, pulling his hair in a brutal grip. I knew it had to hurt him, but I didn’t care, my cock didn’t care.

  He whimpered and closed his eyes, but didn’t protest or stop me when I hit the back of his throat. I watched my wet, shining cock sliding in and out of his mouth. My whole was buzzing with pent-up energy ready explode.

  A few more thrusts and my eyes rolled back. An electric bolt shot through my body, down my spine to my balls, sending me over the edge. I exploded inside his mouth, shouting his name. “Auden!”

  A juxtapose of colors flew behind my eyes as the pleasure rippled through my body, my muscles tensing, locking and releasing.

  My orgasm went on and on and on. Rope after rope after rope of come kept coming out of my pulsing cock. Auden moaned and drank every drop of the come that was filling his mouth. I was back on Earth after soaring high in cloud nine, but the high was agonizingly good. Fucking awesome.

  We are definitely doing this again. And again. And again.

  I pulled my semi-hard dick
out of his mouth and smiled languidly.

  A content sigh had breezed out of my mouth, and I’d finally opened my eyes and looked down to Auden, who was sitting with his closed eyes, a soft smile pulling his lips up, and ‘drunk on come’ look displaying on his face.

  I leaned down and cupped his cheeks in my palms. “You did good, Green. You did bloody fantastic.”

  He smiled proudly but then frowned. “Why do you call me that? Green?”

  I smiled and kissed his forehead, then helped him stand. I kissed his lips indolently and then grabbed his hand and tugged him behind me to the bathroom.

  I pulled him in front of me and just looked him over. I could feel his heart beating recklessly behind his chest, his hopeful gaze on me, searching, begging to relieve him.

  “Please,” he begged.

  I turned him to face the mirror, then stepped closer to him. I turned on the faucet and let it run until the water was hot enough, then grabbed a washcloth from its holder and wiped his face with it.

  “You take such good care of me, Daddy,” he whispered, looking intently at me through the mirror. His eyes spoke volumes. So many emotions swam in them.

  “Because you make it easy to take care of you. You don’t object—I know you wanted to on several different occasions but didn’t—to my demands.”

  He chuckled, shaking his head. “I give in too easily, don’t I? Maybe… maybe I should fight more with you, give you a run for your money.”

  “You can try, Sweet Green, but daddy always gets his way.”

  “There you go again calling me Green.” He gave me a sweet smile.

  I dropped the washcloth on the sink counter and glided my hands down his chest toward his still rigid cock. “I call you Green for two reasons.” I leaned down and licked the side of his throat, sliding my tongue up toward his ear. “The first is obvious. Your eyes are green.” I nipped the shell of his ear, then licked the area just below his ear.

  He moaned and tilted his head to the side, inviting me to play some more with that sensitive spot of his, but instead of focusing on the same spot, I moved to the other side and repeated the same process.

  I watched him in the mirror. His pale skin had turned pink, waves of goosebumps were rushing over his body, pre-cum was exuding out of his slit. And his eyes, they’d glazed over again. His whole being trembled in front of me. He quivered like he was on the verge of coming.