“Do you?” Warmth flooded through me as Jensen’s fingers tugged at my coat.
“Let me take this off of you.” He had it open and on the floor before I could think to be stubborn and fight him. He walked me back, pinning me against the door. “I need to be inside you.”
“Need?” I loved the way the word rolled off his tongue. How it tasted on mine.
“Need. I’ve been thinking about it all day.” He was undoing my pants and had my cock free in seconds. “Always so hard for me.”
Our mouths met in a clash, his larger body trapping me there between two hard surfaces. I couldn’t have moved if I’d wanted to. He made quick work of his pants, shoving down boxer briefs. He wrapped his hand around both of us, stroking together.
I broke the kiss, needing to see. I dropped my forehead to his shoulder, watching the rutting. It felt like the first time, every single time. Before I knew it was him. When he’d walk into the library, I had butterflies. Always.
“Do you like watching?” he asked, voice husky.
“Yes,” I said breathlessly.
“So maybe you prefer not wearing the mask?” The question was loaded with more.
“Yes. I love the mask, but this is so much more.” It wasn’t just a fantasy. This was a connection. Jensen was the person I wanted to be with.
“I love it when you see what I’ve seen all these months.” He grabbed my chin roughly again, claiming my mouth as he spun us around.
“Come on. I’m going to fuck you under the Christmas tree.”
“I know why,” I said, unable to hold back my cheek anymore.
“Why?” he asked, already unamused, pushing me down towards the rug next to the tree.
“I’m a gift obviously.” I pulled off my shirt and stretched out, only the glow of the lights illuminating our bodies. “And you should treat me like one.”
“But I thought you were a treasure.” He knelt between my thighs, starting on the buttons on his shirt. “Should I bury you?”
“Frankly I’d feel more love if you did.”
“Let me get my shovel. It’s going to take some time because the ground is frozen, but I’ll get you buried.”
“Sure, sure, I’m going to get off here by myself while you dig.” I took my cock in hand and stroked.
He gave up on his shirt and threw my hand off my dick. “No touching and if you can’t behave I’ll be tying your hands.”
I half sat up. “What does ‘behave’ mean?”
“I think you know.”
“Does it mean helping?” I took a hold of his shirt as I said the words and pulled, sending the rest of his buttons tinging across the hardwood floor.
He sat there in stunned silence as each and every button skittered to a halt, in a spectacular ring in the otherwise quiet.
“Did you just ruin my shirt?”
I bit my lip and nodded.
He grabbed one of the gifts from under the tree and pulled off the ribbon, shoving my hand above my head and tying it and then the other, tightly and then looping it around the wrought iron log holder, so there was no way I’d be able to move.
I squirmed as he opened my thighs with his. Exposed, and open. He’d never tied me to anything before. It was another kind of submission entirely. I’d been helpless in my mask, but I could have gotten away if I wanted to run. Now I was at his mercy. Spread wide and I’d never been so turned on in my life.
“Like being tied up, do you?” He brushed his thumb through the precum dripping down my shaft and brought it to his lips.
“No.” The response was automatic.
“Your cock says otherwise.” He reached into a gift bag under the tree and pulled out some lube. Like the bastard had planned the whole thing, from the ribbon to the lube. “But I can go. Maybe get an early start on my taxes. Wrap a few last-minute gifts.” He started to get up.
“No!” I cried.
One knee then the other back between my thighs and it seemed too easy. He leaned down, putting our faces an inch apart. “Beg me to take you under the tree like the good little Prince you are. Tell me how bad you want Daddy to fuck you. Tell me you’ve been good this year and deserve all the gifts I have under the tree for you.”
“Are the gifts for all the good girls and boys?”
“Yes, but you have to be so good.”
“I will Daddy, I promise.”
“Beg.”
Fifteen
JENSEN
“Please!”
Aiden was at his most beautiful when he let go. He was there now. It only took breaking down a couple of hundred bratty walls and an immense amount of foreplay, but what was a relationship without some hard work?
Seconds ticked by. Aiden’s eyes were closed and his chin jutted up. My thighs stretched his open, and our cocks hovered inches apart, but I didn’t move, didn’t touch him. I let him come to the conclusion himself.
He pulled at the binds at his wrist and squirmed. “Jensen.” Desperation bled into his voice.
The sweetest music to my ears. “Yes, Prince?”
“I thought you were going to fuck me under the tree!”
“I thought you were going to beg me, Prince.”
“But…but…” He huffed.
“But what?”
“Why, do I have to beg?” he asked, voice dropping low.
“Do I need to tell you?” I asked.
“No.” He clenched his teeth and the chin jut returned. I pulled a condom out of the gift bag. “Looks like all these presents will have to wait for tomorrow morning then.”
“I thought I was the present?” Voice smaller still.
“Do you want to be?” I asked, setting him up.
“Yes!”
“I’m waiting.”
“Daddy…”
“Yes?” I asked.
“Please-fuck-me. I-can’t-take-it-any-more.”
I cupped my hand to my ear. “I don’t think I quite heard you. Say it again, but slower.”
Aiden pressed his heels into the carpet and lifted his hips, bringing our cocks together. “Daddy, I need you. I need to be fucked.”
“I can tell.” I wrapped my fingers around his straining cock. “Now again. Slowly.”
He wrapped a foot around my ass, squeezing, trying to draw me closer. I resisted and waited.
“Please fuck me, Daddy.”
“What else? What about all these gifts?” I asked with a smile curling over my lips.
“I want those, too.” He peeled one eye open and stuck his lower lip out.
“Want them? So I should let you open them?” Another setup.
“Yes— Wait! No. I want you to use them on me.” If he could have crossed his arms, I suspect he would have.
“I guess it is Christmas and I should be nice.”
“Yes, please, Daddy.” He lifted his body again, pushing his cock into my hand, demanding, begging, needful in every squirm.
I rolled on the condom I’d retrieved from the bag, before rubbing my tip over his opening. “I think I have the perfect gift for you tonight, but I need you to open your eyes and watch.”
Aiden stared up at me with clear eyes, lit with the anticipation of it all. Muscles tight, veins protruding. I reached into the bag, taking my time to pull back with the new toy I had there.