Chapter 16 #2
When I open my eyes, it’s dark in the room, minus the lights from the Christmas tree.
I’m reclined on my back, and James is lying on top of me with his head on my abs.
I think he’s drooling on me a little, which is so cute, I can’t help but beam.
I take a moment to comb my fingers through his mussy strands of dark hair, admiring the perfectly chiseled lines of his face, contours showing in the shadows of low light.
But then I pause. Crap… How am I going to get out from under him??
My mind drifts, and I remember my sleepwalking. James says I rarely do it anymore, since we moved. And I think on some level, it’s definitely because of us. Because with him, I’m settled.
I have no reason to get up out of a bed we share together. It’s the only place I really want to be.
Attempting to wriggle myself free, I slide out from under him, as slowly as possible, trying my absolute hardest not to wake him.
It works. But unfortunately, I fall right off the couch with a thud, shushing myself.
He’s still asleep. Thank God.
Getting up and keeping quiet, I tiptoe over to the hall closet to get all the decorations needed for my special, sexy gift.
My eyes are on James the whole time, while I slip out of my boxers and get dressed up accordingly. I’m jittering with excitement.
I can’t wait for him to see me like this. He’s going to freak out…
My dick is already hard while I sneak back into the living room. On the TV, I turn on one of those fake fireplace videos to give us some ambience.
I love it down here, sure, but at times like this, I sort of miss the fireplace. The snow falling outside while we’re warm and toasty inside… It’s the Christmas vibe I’m used to.
Although, we are making new traditions. Maybe tomorrow we can do some Christmas skinny dipping in the ocean… That sounds like fun.
Taking one final long breath to calm myself down, I sink back onto the couch by James’s feet. I crawl over him, minding my package—LOL—and take a piece of the silver tinsel hanging around my neck, using it to tickle his chest.
I can’t help but giggle quietly while I tease him. This is so fun already. He’s gonna lose his mind.
Only a few more seconds of messing with him and he starts to shift, eyes slowly creeping open.
“What are you doing, kid…” he mumbles sleepily, grabbing me by the waist. “C’mere…”
He yanks me down, eyes closing again as he pulls me in to cuddle. Bubbles of laughter leave my lips.
“James… Goddamnit. Wake up and look at what I’m wearing.”
He freezes, and his eyes reopen once more, this time taking in my ensemble. They widen.
“What the hell… is this?” He flicks at one of the bows covering my nipple.
“I’m your Christmas gift, Daddy.” I smirk, cocking a brow at him. “You wanna unwrap me?”
In a flash, he’s up.
Letting out a growl, he flips me onto my back, hovering over me to get a good look at my outfit. The gleam in his eyes is wickedly mischievous, gradually sliding down over the bows, the tinsel, landing on the literal wrapping paper surrounding my cock.
“Holy night…” he whispers, and I laugh. His lips curl, gray eyes flinging back up to mine. “You did this for me?”
I nod slowly. “Mhmm… You deserve a special gift, baby.”
He leans down, brushing his lips over mine until I’m trembling. “You are… the most perfect gift I could ever receive, sweet thing.”
“Prove it,” I purr into his mouth. “Open me up.”
This time his snarl is hungrier as he kisses me rough and possessive, sucking at my bottom lip hard, then pulling it between his teeth.
I’m already squirming, my dick swelling up and threatening to burst right out of the wrapping paper.
He drops his hips to it, the crinkling of the paper causing us both to chuckle while he grinds his hardening dick into mine through his sweatpants.
“Can I take my time unwrapping you, gorgeous boy?” he croons, peppering my jaw with kisses that move down to my throat.
“You can tease and torment me all you want, Daddy. I’m your gift to play with.”
James hums, licking and sucking down my neck, minding the silver tinsel I have wrapped around it, nibbling at my collarbone before moving on to my chest.
Covering my nipples are a green and a red bow. His eyes lock on mine as he slides his finger between them, running it down my abs to my navel. Around my waist, there’s a string of something I made…
His eyebrow arches, and I hum, “That’s mistletoe, you know…”
He bites his lip. “Is it now?”
I nod, and he lets out a growly sound, lowering his mouth to my chest this time.
He kisses all over me, but doesn’t remove the bows, licking the lines of my pecs, then making a trail through my abs to where the string of mistletoe is around my waist. He nips and nuzzles in my happy trail, and I’m just dying.
I’m already keyed up so tight, my dick hard and pushing against the candy cane wrapping paper around it.
It’s kind of hilarious that the paper is decorated with candy canes… after what happened last night.
Guess it was meant to be.
James is eyeing my dick, meticulously wrapped up in paper with a smaller silver bow atop my shaft. It’s moving in there as it grows and swells, becoming engorged from his teasing touch and just the way he’s staring at it.
I tug my lip between my teeth as his fingers gently brush along the paper. I gasp, and his gaze springs briefly to mine.
“This is a big present…” he rumbles, casually touching me, fingertips grazing down to my balls. Another soft sound leaves me, my eyes observing the way his broad chest is fluttering with heavy breaths, the outline of his thick cock showing itself from within his pants. “I can’t wait to unwrap it.”
Then he slowly tears into the paper, freeing my cock. It’s already hard as stone, sort of bursting out as he whips the paper off to the side, humming and settling in between my legs.
“It’s just what I wanted.” He grins up at me, and I chuckle. “How did you know?”
“I took a guess.” My tongue touches to my top teeth.
“And the mistletoe…” He runs his hands up and down my thighs, massaging them as he goes. It feels so good, my eyelids are drooping. “Right above it. I guess that means I’m supposed to kiss…”
I’m watching in eager fascination as his mouth lowers to the head of my dick, pressing a soft kiss on the fleshy crown. I can’t help but whimper, and he does it again, slower this time, kissing the tip of my cock sensually, the way he kisses my lips.
His tongue extends as he does, fluttering the underside of my head, on that sensitive spot that makes my entire cock move. He grins wide.
“I think he likes that…”
I gulp, burning up and panting. “He definitely does.”
He keeps going, kissing and licking at the end of my dick, so slowly and so thoroughly, I’m going out of my fucking mind. His soft lips part, my dick pushing between them as he sucks gently, pulling out pulses of arousal.
“Mmm… so delicious already,” he growls, his voice vibrating into me.
With his hands on my hips, he sucks me in deeper, but only by an inch, really working his tongue, cradling my cock with it while his hips ripple into the couch, clearly grinding out some much-needed friction on his own erection.
“Jesus… your mouth…” I whine, reaching for his hair.
My fingers comb through the silky dark strands, subtly attempting to push his warm, wet mouth farther down on my aching cock.
But he pauses, grabbing my hands quickly and pinning them down at my sides.
“My gift,” he murmurs in a hoarse rumble. “I get to play with you however I see fit.”
“Yes, Daddy…” I whimper, and he groans.
His mouth picks up in leisurely sucks, the warmth, the softness of his lips and his tongue, the dedication in the gradual waves of him taking me in…
It’s all winding me up like crazy. I’m burning so hot with need, I can’t even help but push my hips upward, trying to fuck into his sweet mouth as much as I can.
Because James’s mouth is my ultimate gift. It’s something I never expected I could have before last year… And the first time he ever wrapped his pink lips around my dick, I was sure I had died and gone to forbidden heaven.
I still feel that way every single time he sucks me. Especially when he does it the way he’s doing it right now… As if he’s purposely trying to torture me with euphoric pleasure.
My balls are drawn up so tight already, it feels like he’s squeezing them in his hand.
Oh wait, he is.
James has his index finger and thumb curled around my nuts, squeezing and tugging them while he sucks my cock, the sting of pain turning me on so much more. With every bead of precum dripping from my tip, his tongue lashes over it, licking up the flavor as he sucks me back into his throat.
“Fffuck… fuck yes… James.” I’m rambling out words, barely even aware of what I’m saying as I arch up to his hungry mouth. “You suck me so good, Daddy. I fucking love it…”
He hums on my dick, pulling his mouth away to take a deep breath. “I have an idea.”
Fuck me. I love the sound of that even more.
Suddenly, he’s up, ripping off his sweatpants to reveal all the immaculate inches of his huge cock. When he comes back to me, he straddles my shoulders backwards, immediately dropping his mouth back down onto my dick.
My shaky hands cup his ass, a thrill moving through me like electricity. Fuck yes. I love sixty-nine time.
James falls back into sucking me upside down, stuffing me all the way back into his throat while I whimper and purr, licking a line up his shaft to his balls. Nuzzling them with my lips, I lap at them like a delicious treat before sucking them gently into my mouth.
James groans on my cock, and I groan back, loving the good feelings I’m giving him while he gives me mine. This is why sixty-nine is awesome…
There’s something about pleasuring him with my mouth at the same time he’s pleasuring me with his. It’s like a seesaw. Tit for tat.
A game of HORSE, where each lick, suck, and nip from him is returned and expanded on.
Only this time, I’m going in for a different feast.