Chapter 19
CESAR
I trembled as Kieran began to move inside of me. I wanted to ask if he was all right, to make sure of it, but I had no voice. Only ragged breath.
“Damn, you feel so amazing,” Kieran said. His excitement made my cock swell. I pushed against him. All my nerves were tingling, my heart alight. Kieran pushed deeper, the force of his thrust making me groan. His hands grasped my hips and bucked harder.
It was all consuming. I closed my eyes. A mess, a wreck. No surprise, really. This was Kieran. He wrecked me the first time we’d ever met.
I was still pumping my dick in time to his movements, matching Kieran’s rhythm. But honestly, I didn’t even need to use my hand. I could climax without stroking myself. So, I arched my body, begging for a pounding. Wanting it rough and real.
“Take me.”
“I will.” Kieran’s voice sounded choked, but he thrust with more intensity. Just a few strokes and he hit me at the right angle, finding my spot.
“Do that again. Right there.”
“Like this?” He found my prostate again.
“Fuck, yes—more.” I grunted with each jack of his hips. Every movement between us felt honest, real. Maybe that was how it went when you loved somebody.
I was spiraling out of control. If I ever had control to begin with.
“Oh, God…” Waves of pleasure consumed me. My pulse thundered, and I was aware of every part of my body. All of me needing this, needing him . A loud voice inside my head on repeat: I love you, I love you, I love you.
Suddenly, I wanted all of his cum, not just filling the condom, but filling me. The idea made me moan, and Kieran answered with a needy noise, tunneling deeper into me. He began to lose his perfect rhythm, rutting wildly. And that was what I wanted. I needed to see us both unraveling, together. Together, with no boundaries.
Just Kieran.
Just me.
“Take the condom off,” I ordered.
Kieran froze for a second. “You wanna go bare?” he whispered. “With all my jizz? All of it? You want to handle that?”
“Yes,” I pleaded hoarsely. We had discussed PrEP and tests before. It was all good. Besides, I trusted Kieran and he trusted me. “Yes,” I repeated, giving clear consent. “Do it.”
“Sweet, Jesus… Are you sure?”
“Nothing between us. I’m fucking sure. Always been sure of how I feel.”
Without another word, he pulled out and ditched the condom. But after that, Kieran rested his head on my shoulder a moment. I understood that he was attempting to calm down. The air was full of our sweat, like the best perfume ever, despite the funk. I turned my head.
“Look at me,” I said. And when he did, I met his eyes. “It’s okay if this doesn’t go perfectly. Or if you want to put on another condom and not do it this way. Just tell me, what do you want? ’Cause whatever it is… it’s yours. I’m yours.”
Kieran blinked, and a blush stained his cheeks, but he didn’t drop his gaze, he held mine with a steady look. “Yeah, you’re mine.” He leaned in and gave me a firm kiss. “And I want to see my cum leaking out of your tight ass.”
I nodded, then turned my hot face into the pillow, and raised my ass.
He still took a moment, coating on lube, massaging my ass cheeks. His sweet attention was driving me insane. My precum began to gather at the tip of my dick again. I wouldn’t be lasting long. I spread my thighs wider in silent pleading, lifting my butt higher. Kieran played with my ball sack, making me squirm, before sliding back into me.
“Cesar, babe, I can’t—this feels?—”
“I know.”
“I’m so close.”
“Let go,” I urged. “Love me.”
“I do.”
I swear, this man made my heart gallop. In bed and out.
Our movements became desperate and messy. Jolts of pleasure—ribbons of pre-ejaculate, both his and mine. Our cocks straining for a little more. I groaned, writhed, came apart. My world exploded, and then filled with color.
My orgasm rocked through me as Kieran coated my hole. Pleasure racked through my body, lit up my soul. I wanted so badly to love him. To give him my love. Give him all of me. I would spend a lifetime like this.
He thrust harder, hitting the perfect spot. Somehow, Kieran knew my body. Maybe because he already had my heart.
Quaking with each hard thrust, waves of pure ecstasy burst through me. I had ever been this full. Kieran was doing this to me, filling me, making my heart radiate with joy. Hot streams of cum filled my ass and dripped out. But Kieran still had more, rutting harder, more cum. And every ounce of him belonged to me. He gave me life. My heart had been a desert before Kieran.
“Oh, God, Cesar!” Kieran shouted.
The amount of cum was crazy, his sticky goodness only adding to my hard orgasm. My balls clenched, as I came for the second time. But Kieran, he was coming endlessly, a river of his desire for me. Who knew being fucked with endless cum was my secret fantasy? But I might always want it like this between us, bare and hot and heavy. And my not-so-secret fantasy of being with Kieran was also true. How lucky I was. A goddamn prince. A rock star. That’s how being loved by Kieran made me feel.
I would give him the world. Catch him if he fell, love him, and protect him. I would pour my life into his. The same as Kieran’s strokes were pouring into me. I was lost in his rhythm, the beating of my heart. I moaned loudly. My climax surging through me in a final gasp. The aftershock taking over my limbs.
Kieran babbled soft nothings into my ear as he continued to come. The words were too faint to understand, but the tone was like the sweetest caress. His thighs shook as he finished and rolled off.
I shifted and curled to my side.
When he stopped panting so much, Kieran propped himself onto an elbow and stared at me. “That nearly killed me. I saw heaven.”
“Same.” I chuckled.
He gave a happy sigh, trailing a finger over me. “Sorry, you’re drenched. I bet my jizz will keep dripping out.”
“Good.”
Kieran smiled, a flush on his cheeks. “That was the best sex of my life. I think… because it’s with you. I can be myself completely.”
Silently, I took his hand in mine. His words humbled me. They meant everything. We had become so much more than I ever expected.
Kieran’s expression grew intense and he bit his lip. “I love you so much that it gives all this another layer.”
“Love you,” I whispered, squeezing his hand. My voice was threatening to go again. Some tough guy I was. I was ready to cry.
This was truly it. I’d have his fucking babies if he asked. I’d crawl inside of him. Or I’d let him crawl inside of me and shield him from all the bad parts of the world. Tend to him like one of his plants. Not that I’d say something that sappy to Kieran. Although… maybe he’d like it? He was awfully into those romance books. Sucking in the air, I took a moment to feel this—this happiness. There would be time for sappy declarations later.
“We’re the perfect combination.” Kieran’s smile grew wider. “Don’t you think?”
“Yeah.”
We said no more, but our hearts were full, and the wall of our bodies giving no space. Kieran pressed to my side. We stayed in the bed, tangled in an embrace, breathing softly together.
Kieran and I stayed in each other’s arms all night. Part of me was still amazed that I got to touch him, hold him. And now, at the start of a New Year, we got up early to watch the first sunrise.
We’d stopped at a twenty-four-hour convenience store for coffee and donuts. And I’d bought him a single rose that they had near the front of the store. It was a little frayed looking, but the selection was sparse.
“What a beautiful way to start this year,” Kieran said, smiling at me. His eyes so full of joy, you’d have thought I bought him a dozen.
He was still smiling. And all I can see is how the sunlight revealed the blue in Kieran’s eyes. I’m not looking at the water. I’m only looking at him. And he was looking at me.
Dash meowed from his place on my lap, breaking the moment. He batted at the scarf I’d wrapped him in.
“He wants out,” I said. “Do you think it’s safe to let him down?”
“Yes, mama bear. We’ll watch him.”
I snorted and lowered the kitten to the ground. Dash investigated the park, his paws hesitant, his little face curious. He pounced on a little pile of snow and leaves, making us laugh.
Just like after we’d made love, I took Kieran’s hand, feeling the warmth and weight of his fingers threaded with mine. I would never tire of touching him.
We were in no rush to move, just sitting on our bench, simply enjoying Dash and the winter wonderland all around us.
The best gifts come to those who wait. Isn’t that the old adage? It was true for me. I believe in Christmas magic and in love.
Finally, I’m no longer afraid to imagine forever. It had taken us a long time to get here, but it was worth the wait. Our shared history, all the moments of friendship, only made this moment sweeter. The thing about happiness is you have to be ready for it. And for a long time I wasn’t. I might have made a career out of fighting, but I had to manage my fears in real life. I’d risked my whole heart to give our story a chance. And my happy ending was finally here.
Our happy ending.
With Kieran, my best friend, the man who I always want sitting by my side.
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Once Upon a Christmas Con is a part of the multi-author series Once Upon A Holiday Story. Each book can be read as a standalone and in any order. What links these books together is The Hook’s Book Nook Traveling Library, a library on wheels owned by two old ladies in love.