Chapter 15
Chapter Fifteen
CESAR
Overnight, the sky had given into snow and we woke to a world of powdery white.
“Oh my gosh, we have to go sledding!” Kieran bounced on his heels as he peered outside. “Christmas snow in Jersey must be treasured.”
“You actually want to buy a sled? I don’t trust the rusty one left in your parents’ garage.”
“Yes, and me neither, and let’s get one big enough for two?” He beamed at me.
How could I resist him? After last night, I wouldn’t deny Kieran a thing. Hell, that was always true. But after last night… I’d lay the whole world at his feet. Whatever he wanted, that I had the power to give, was his. And that included every kinky, sexual act he wanted. Besides, we did get less snow each year and I missed it.
We hurried to the closest Target, and soon we found ourselves crunching through the snow up Sugarman’s Hill. Climbing, we got red-faced and a bit breathy, as we tugged the sled behind us.
“I’m out of shape. Damn it.” Kieran pinched his belly. “But why are you breathing hard, Rocky?”
“I don’t fight in frigid temperatures.” I huffed. “And your shape is fine.” I let my gaze roam his figure. “More than fine.”
“Shut up.” He playfully tossed snow at me. But I knew he liked the compliment. It wasn’t bull. Kieran was sculpted with gentle muscles. Until we’d gotten up close and naked, I never really took in the smattering of freckles on his shoulders or how cute his treasure trail of brown hair was. And his spunk.
Jesus. I liked my lips thinking about his taste in my mouth. It had been a lot of sperm—he wasn’t wrong to warn me about his hyperspermia thing. And my fucking jawbone ached after sucking so long. But every shout of Kieran’s, every wiggle of his body as he fought not to come, had well been worth it. The way he dug his fingers into my hair as he released, his moans… Not to mention the kissing afterwards. I let out a deep sigh of happiness.
“C’mon. Let’s sled.” Kieran yanked the sled to the very top of the hill. Little kids and their parents started at a lower point below us. A small boy in red snow pants, fell and wailed for his mom. She raced over, hugged him, and gestured for him to try again. Teens, loose without parents, competed with each other to race.
I looked at the steep slope of the hill and our silly plastic sled for two. “I’m going to need more coffee after this.”
“And donuts,” Kieran added. “Sugar after Sugarman’s Hill.”
The sky was light but hazy, as if more snow might fall. And I flickered some snow off my gloves before sitting down behind Kieran in our sled. I settled my legs on either side of him, and wrapped a hand around his waist.
“Let’s do this,” I said.
He turned to flash me a giant smile. Then we launched down the hill. Our weight making us more pathetic than fast. No matter. Kieran was laughing, and his joyous laughter made me laugh too. We got downhill, our sled circling at the bottom, both our hats flying off. Kieran jumped up to retrieve them. And I could have gazed forever at his windblown hair and pleased face.
“We did it.” He gave a victory dance, kicking up some snow as he wiggled his hips. He was still an awful dancer. Yet he was gleeful, free. I’d never want him to be anything else. “We gotta go again!”
“You’re a nut,” I protested, a huge dumb grin on my face.
We trudged up the hill a few more times. It got a little more crowded as the sun peeked out. We had our fastest run near the last attempt, barreling down the hill, yelping like puppies. Kieran wanted to go repeatedly, with his unstoppable energy. Then the weather changed a little, a fresh snow falling. Some people left, but we stayed.
“We gotta play in this,” Kieran declared, sticking out his tongue to catch a snowflake.
And we played. Laughing, sledding, trudging up and down the hill. It was the best part about December, when you had a Christmastime wonderland.
We lost one of my gloves, and my knuckles got red and scraped. Kieran fell off the sled at least once in a clumsy tumble. Our cheap sled cracked under our weight near the front around lunchtime, but if perfection was measured by pure happiness, this day was flawless.
We left the hill for a coffee shop. Munching on pastries, I savored the smell of espresso and its welcoming gurgle, while Kieran got an extra milky hot cocoa.
“Even with a hot drink, I’m cold in these wet clothes,” Kieran said.
“Let’s go back to your place then and get you into warmer things.”
“What about you?”
“I’m okay. Hot blooded.” I grinned, smacking my lips on my muffin. Kieran just rolled his eyes.
As we drove to his place, the wind really picked up. “Looks like the weather’s turning,” I said.
“You can sleep over.” Kieran shot me a mischievous grin, his eyes sparkling. “Especially if you get naked.”
I shook my head. “Ready for more, are you?”
“If you can handle it,” he teased.
I grinned. I loved giving Kieran pleasure, proving to him that I could handle his excessive cum and more. I wasn’t joking how addicting it all was. He was. He could paint me in his cum for all I cared. And I didn’t care if we went slow, and all I did all night was blow him. His pleasure when he orgasmed was my pleasure. I loved seeing Kieran’s blissed out face. My Secret Santa idea may have gone south, and yet, I won the best prize in all the world.
Once we made it to Kieran’s, I yanked him down onto my lap. My hand on his back, my mouth locked on his. Outside, the wind howled, picking up strength. We were nearly oblivious to the storm, our focus on each other. I nibbled at his neck, loving the way it made him shiver.
He gave me a smile. His eyes the color of a bright sky. His breathing soft. I held him to me. I was excited to kiss him, touch him. Let him touch me, and go as far as he was comfortable with. The chemistry between us was raw, magical. Because it was way beyond just chemistry. I pulled him into another kiss, our bodies melding together. We stayed right there, kissing and kissing, every movement of our mouths like a dream. The air felt lighter, sweeter.
Then Kieran’s cell rang insistently.
“It’s my dad,” he said, making a face. “I need to answer.”
“Your dad’s timing.” I groaned.
“I know.” He brushed some hair off his forehead. “Just stay right like you are. I’ll try and make the call quick. I don’t want you breaking my spell,” he joked, his eyes sparkling. He kissed me once more before answering his cell.