His Holiday Crush

by Cari Z

  He thought I was a catch? I shrugged, trying not to let on how little I wanted to talk about myself. He’d answered my question; it was only fair. “It’s better for people in the army when it comes to being out now, but it’s still not comfortable,” I said judiciously. “It was easier to hook up than try to figure out an actual relationship. It still is. I’ve been so busy ever since I moved back, with getting into the police force, then everything that happened with Ariel…” And hadn’t that been a kicker to my PTSD, thinking my sister-in-law had gone missing and searching frantically for three days non-stop until she finally called from fucking Jersey. “Casual is better for now…”

  As if he could read the direction of my thoughts and mood, Max gripped my thigh and squeezed. How could we be so in sync after a little more than twenty-four hours of coming into each other’s lives? Or maybe I was reading too much into this.

  “Anyways, sorry I fell asleep during the movie,” I said, chickening out and opting to change the subject entirely. “It’s not that I didn’t sleep well. I just work a lot of early shifts.”

  He shook his head. “It’s totally fine. I’ve seen it half a dozen times already, and you looked like you needed the rest.” He reached down and moved the tablet off the bed then looked over at me with heat in his eyes. “You look a lot more awake now, though.”

  I swallowed.

  Max licked his lips. “Dominic?”

  “Y-Yeah?” I said breathlessly.

  “Tell me if I’m being too forward, okay?”

  Chapter Seven

  Max

  “This isn’t the Victorian era, Max. I don’t think you can be too—”

  Before another phone could ring or life found another way to block us, I cupped the back of his head with my free hand and drew our lips together in a kiss.

  I’d expected it to be a slow kiss, but that thought flew out of my head as Dominic moaned suddenly and leaned into me, pressing me back until my shoulders dug into the wall above the headboard. He was eager, responsive, delicious—it was clear that he wanted me, and that was the best thing in the world to know when I wanted him back so much.

  “I wasn’t—sure—” he said between kisses. “With all the interruptions. I wasn’t sure you wanted this, still wanted this—”

  “I do,” I promised. “I do want it.” He ground his hips against mine, and—yeah, nice, okay, I needed to get my hand around him. I let go of his hand and slid my fingers beneath the edge of his sweats and gave a suggestive tug. “You want to lie down?” I kissed a trail from his mouth to his sharp, gorgeous cheekbone. “Or do you want to stay sitting? Just lean back and let me do all the work for a while?” I unzipped the top of his hoodie and traced down the curve of his neck, tasting the faintest bit of salt on his skin. “You can have whatever you want. Me underneath you, me on top of you—”

  “Fuck.” He pulled my hand out of his sweats with a gasp. “Fuck, stop, or I’m going to come before we do anything.”

  Before we did anything? What did he think this part was? I wondered how used Dominic was to foreplay. I hadn’t had a lot of lovers, but more than a few I’d had were sensualists, guys who enjoyed a long, drawn-out tease that eventually led to a mind-blowing orgasm. Maybe Dominic didn’t care for that, or maybe he hadn’t had time for it in the army.

  It was time to find out.

  “I think,” I said, pausing to kiss his mouth again, because I couldn’t handle seeing it there, red and slick, without tasting it, “that you should let me undress you and get you comfortable here in bed and give you a blowjob that’s going to make you crazy. I promise to drive you completely out of your mind, at least for a while.”

  “Big claims,” Dominic said, his eyes locked on my mouth, his pupils wide and dark. “You sure you can do it?”

  “It depends a little on how well you can follow orders,” I said, following a hunch, and—oh, yeah. Desire flowed between us like electricity, invisible but palpable, and my suggestion had just given it a boost. “Do you want to do what I tell you to, Dominic?” I asked, my blood thundering in my veins. “Do you want to be good for me for a while?”

  “Y-yes.”

  “Perfect, I want that, too.” God, did I want it. It was still a little cold in here to be stripping all the way down, though. I’d have to take my time. “Unzip your hoodie,” I told him. “Just unzip it. Don’t take it all the way off.” I let him fumble with the zipper while I pulled my own top off, because the space heater had been going for long enough that it was pretty comfortable. Removing an oversize sweatshirt wasn’t a tantalizing texture to my mind, but clearly it didn’t have to be silk to turn him on. I dropped the shirt on the floor then gave him a gentle push back toward the headboard.

  “Sit.” He moved slowly, his eyes fixed on me with a look of pure, bright-eyed hunger. “Socks off, too.”

  Dominic removed his socks then fit one hand questioningly under the edge of his sweatpants. Was that a hint that I should go faster? “Don’t touch yourself in any way that I don’t tell you to,” I said with a hint of firmness. “Every article of clothing you’re wearing right now is there on my timer.”

  “Okay.” He didn’t sound chastened, more intrigued. I left my own sweatpants on then settled myself between his bent legs.

  “I—are you—”

  “Nope,” I told him. “Not yet.” I wanted to touch him bare, but I was going to get there slowly, bit by bit, until I had him on the edge and he could hold it there for a while. I set my hands on his knees and stroked up his thighs, long, firm strokes that let me appreciate the muscle he had underneath the fabric. I slid my hands under his ass and pulled him forward a little then nuzzled against the bulge in his crotch.

  “Max.” He thrust up a little, and I pulled back.

  “What?”

  “Why, um…why aren’t you…” He waved a hand as if to say getting on with it.

  “Because I want to go slow,” I said. “And because I want to blow your mind. And because you said you’d be good for me, so I’ll be clear: Dominic, I want you to sit there and let me play with you and not say anything except my name, got it? If I do something you don’t like, fine, tell me. Otherwise I want you to be quiet and enjoy.”

  “I can do that, but…it doesn’t seem fair to you.”

  “You’re letting me do what I want. How is that not fair to me?”

  He seemed a little frustrated. “Because you aren’t getting the same attention, you’re not…”

  “Wasn’t I hard just a second ago?”

  “Yes…”

  I took Dominic’s bare foot in my hands and pressed it gently to my groin. His breath hitched. “Does it feel like I’ve lost interest?”

  “No,” he murmured.

  “I’m not going to be doing all the work, and I definitely plan on coming, if that’s really bothering you,” I said with a little smirk. “But on my timetable, not yours.”

  Dominic laughed. “Okay. I get it, I give in. Do with me as you will.”

  “Yeah, that’s the plan. Now spread your legs farther apart, make some room for me.” He widened his knees with a little hiss. “Problem?”

  “No, it doesn’t hurt, just…the sweats are tight.”

  “I know.” I leaned in and kissed the fabric right over the head of his cock, where it was trapped in the right leg of his pants. “Fuck, I know, I can see almost everything without you even having to strip.” I stroked my hand over him, from the tip all the way down to the base, pressing with my palm so he really felt it. I pushed his legs a little farther apart then ran my thumb down the middle seam of the sweats until I got to the swell of his balls. He jumped then shivered. “Yeah, right there.” I traced what I could feel, rubbing it over and over again and watching his chest move shallowly, every breath a little gasp. “Look at you,” I marveled. “I love it. You’re being really good for me. Fuck.” I had to palm my own co
ck to keep it from staging a revolt.

  “Max…” Dominic bit his lip.

  “Yeah, I know you want more. I do, too. Lay back on the bed.” He went down, only to his elbows. “Smart-ass,” I said. “Fine, if you want to play it that way, then I expect you to hold the position for a while.” I leaned forward, putting steady pressure on his groin as I reached up to his chest and rubbed my thumb over his nipple.

  “Max.”

  Oh, looked like he liked that. Possibly it was a revelation for him—plenty of guys didn’t figure out they were into nipple play until they had a curious lover. “Yeah? Good.” I bent down over his chest and licked his nipple then bit it softly. Dominic groaned but managed to stay up on his elbows. “Good.” I teased one side, then the other, all the while pressing my stomach to his cock, giving it something to rub against—just barely. I bit a little harder, and Dominic hissed, bit his own lip, and tried to buck—not away, but into my mouth. Oh, fuck yes.

  “Jesus, you’re perfect,” I breathed. I leaned back and pinched both sides, hard, and Dominic open-mouth moaned.

  “Ow, fuck, ow…”

  “Yeah, I know. It’s nice, huh?” I glanced down. “Or are you talking about your dick?”

  “Both, shit, I don’t know.”

  “Try to figure it out.” I let go of his nipples and leaned back, admiring the dusky redness of them before looking down at his crotch. His cock had swelled in his sweatpants, but it couldn’t go anywhere at the moment. It was probably a little painful. “I can do something about this.” I reached inside his sweats and adjusted his cock so that it was pointing up, the fat, slick head sliding free of his thin cotton underwear. He was smooth against my hand, and hot, and I gave in and stroked him a few times, loving the feel of his dick in my hand.

  “Max…” His voice trailed off, like he didn’t quite know what to say next.

  “Are you close?” I asked. He nodded slightly. “Okay, that’s fine. We’ll go slow.” I leaned down and pressed my mouth to the base of his cock and exhaled slowly then inhaled his scent. God, how long had it been since I’d been this close to another guy, six months? I fucking missed it, and even then, sucking a guy off and being sucked didn’t hold a candle to teasing Dominic.

  I scratched his stomach gently with the tips of my fingers, just beneath his belly button, as I mouthed him through the cloth, exhaling to let him feel the heat of my mouth. The tip of his dick was shiny, beading with a drop of pre-cum. I swiped it up with my thumb, slicking the pad as I rubbed around and around his slit. I was desperately hard in my pants, and Dominic’s forehead was sweaty as he watched, unable to look away.

  That’s right, baby. Keep your eyes on me.

  I pulled my hand to my mouth and sucked my thumb clean. He licked his lips, and—damn, I was going to enjoy his mouth if he offered it to me. I slid my hands under his ass again. “Hips up.” He obeyed, and I pulled his sweats and underwear down to just above his knees, so his dick was free but he still couldn’t move much. “Good.”

  “Max, please…”

  “I’m going to touch you now, don’t worry.” I wrapped one hand hard around the base of his dick and used the other one to pull his balls down and away. He groaned, but it didn’t sound like pain. “It takes the edge off, right?”

  He nodded jerkily.

  “Good. I’m going to suck your dick now. If I do something you don’t like”—I saw the immediate negative in his eyes, yet I persisted—“it’s possible, I swear, so if I do something you don’t like, tell me to stop and I will. Okay?”

  “Okay, shit, anything you want, just—”

  “I didn’t tell you to talk,” I interjected smoothly, pulling a little harder on his balls. “Just nod, Dominic.” He nodded. “Good.” I leaned over him, bent down, and took his cock into my mouth. He made a strangled sound, which was nice. I did like to be appreciated.

  His smooth, slick head bumped the back of my throat, more than enough to make me choke if I wasn’t careful. Sometimes I liked that, but not the first time around, not before I knew what my partner enjoyed. I didn’t want to freak Dominic out by coughing and gagging if that was going to break the mood. I backed off a little, tasting him with my tongue, pressing into his slit and withdrawing, all the while holding him perfectly still with both hands.

  The sounds he made were almost as delicious as he was, little gasps and bitten-off exclamations that made me feel like I was doing this right, like I was making it as good for him as I wanted it to be, as good as it was for me. This was what I liked best, when it came to sex—giving satisfaction, becoming a source of pure pleasure for my partner. Getting off was amazing, but it didn’t feel as good after the fact as looking at my lover and seeing them lie there blissed-out with a smile on their face.

  I sucked harder, rolled the hand holding his balls a little, and ended up swallowing some more pre-cum a second later. I kept my grip tight on his base but loosened up on his balls, cradling them and feeling them tighten and retract, then pulling them down again just far enough that I could work them in my hand. I let them go after a few minutes and slid my hand a little farther back, just to see how he felt about that.

  Dominic moaned and tried to spread his legs farther apart, so I guessed that could be a go at some point. I pulled off and asked, “You like that? Being touched there? Fingered? Tell me.”

  He nodded frantically. “Yeah, I like that. You could fuck me, I want that, I’d love it…”

  “I’d love to do it,” I said honestly, “but not right now. Right now, I’m going to get you off.” Any skin that was bare was sheened with sweat, his lips were so red from being bitten I was afraid he’d bite through one if I teased much longer, and his bare ass moved restlessly against the bedspread.

  No more talking. I wrapped my lips around the head and worked the shaft with my hand, relaxing my tight grip in favor of something that moved, that would tantalize and also gratify. It was a rhythm designed to take Dominic to orgasm quickly, ramp him up and make him crest fast and hard. It worked—less than a minute later, he stiffened even more, and I pulled my head back just in time to watch his dick shoot all over his bare abs. He whined a little with each spurt of release, and by the time he was done coming, his arms were done holding him up. He fell fully onto the bed, panting heavily.

  I stood up and pulled my sweatpants down and off then climbed over Dominic and hovered over his body as I gripped my dick with one hand. The room felt so warm now…or maybe that was just me. “Can I come on you?” I asked tightly, fisting my dick.

  “Fuck yes,” he said hoarsely then reached up and wrapped his hand around mine.

  I ground down into his lap, balanced over his groin like I was riding his cock, and we worked me to orgasm. My come joined his, and warm, sweet lassitude spread through my body as I finally relaxed. I laid down beside him on my back and gave myself a final squeeze before letting go completely.

  “That was…”

  I cracked an eye open and glanced his way. “Good?”

  “Fucking amazing.”

  I grinned. “Yeah, I think so, too.”

  “Do you do that a lot?”

  Uh-oh. I just wanted to bask in the afterglow, not get slutshamed. “Do what?”

  “Not let the other person do as much as you do.”

  “Oh.” Well, that wasn’t as bad as I’d been expecting. “Not all the time, but I tend to like it that way when I’ve never been with someone before.”

  Dominic was blushing—or maybe he was still flushed from orgasm, I couldn’t be sure—but he persisted, saying, “Next time, I want to go down on you.”

  “Deal,” I said instantly. He relaxed a little at that, and I was pleased I’d made the right call. Shit, it wasn’t like I didn’t want a blowjob. I just wanted to go there first. Maybe that made me a bit of a control freak, but I was fine with owning that.

  We laid there for another
few minutes, soaking in the blast from the space heater, until Dominic finally looked down at his stomach. “Ugh,” he said then pulled his shirt the rest of the way off and used it to wipe himself clean. He threw it into the basket in the corner. “So.” He looked at me. “Want to try again with a different movie? I promise I won’t fall asleep.”

  I laughed. Well, five minutes of basking was better than nothing. “Sure, why not?” I said between chuckles. “I’ve got more than just classics, too. We can watch something from this century even, if you want.”

  “The new Batman?”

  “Sure, but which one is the new one?” I couldn’t keep track of all the modern iterations of Batman. I’d divided them into two groups—eyeshadow and no eyeshadow, and I still lost track after that.

  “Whichever one you find first. Want some hot cocoa?”

  “That sounds amazing, thank you.” I settled in to see what my streaming service had to offer.

  “Hey, Max?”

  Something in Dominic’s voice compelled me to make eye contact with him. “Yeah?”

  “I had a great time today.”

  And now it was almost over. A few movies and another night in bed together, and then I’d be on the road to New York and he’d be staying here, working and helping Hal with the girls and evicting rodents from his house. It felt kind of surreal to think about being anywhere else, actually, we’d gotten along so well. “Me, too.”

  He leaned in and kissed me, softer now, sweeter, yet still with an edge of hunger that I loved to feel. “I’m glad,” he said when it finally ended. “Thanks.”