His back was a map of beautiful tension. I mapped every ripple, and matched it to the shudders making my arms shake. “Fuck. So good, so fucking good.”
“Yeah? How about this?” Pete reached back and whipped my arms from beneath me.
I fell on top of him, but before I had time to freak out, he pressed back against me again, taking me deeper.
“Hold my shoulders,” he whispered. “Don’t stop fucking me until we come, okay? I need it, Ash. I need to feel you come inside me like this.”
I needed it too. So much. I hooked my arms around his strong shoulders, and kept fucking him, driving inside him over and over, until I felt him tense, and his body clamped down around my dick.
It was wild. I couldn’t stop now, even if my brain betrayed me. Orgasm ambushed me, and I held out just long enough for Pete to come with a harsh shout.
Then I was coming so fucking hard I couldn’t see straight. I pushed my cock inside Pete, and kept it there as I shot, pressing deeper with every jolt, and I didn’t stop until I had nothing left.
The madness faded. Heated groans became breathless shivers. I slipped out of Pete and pulled him into my arms, using his solid warmth to ground me. My chest felt tight and scratchy, like it sometimes did when I’d challenged my darkest thoughts, but Pete was right there, and he held my gaze for every second I was in danger of slipping away from him.
I didn’t go anywhere. I played with his sweat-damp hair and stared at him. “I liked that.”
He chuckled. “Me too.”
“Can we do it again?”
“Now?”
“No. Another time. I don’t want to forget how it felt.”
Pete treated me to the gentle smile he never let anyone else see. “You won’t forget, but just in case, you can fuck me like that any time you like.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Happy new year.”
I laughed, carefree and true. “That’s tomorrow.”
Pete shrugged. “Screw it then. We’ve still got the tree up. Merry Christmas, fucker.”
End
Meet Garrett Leigh
Garrett Leigh is an award-winning British writer and book designer. Garrett's debut novel, Slide, won Best Bisexual Debut at the 2014 Rainbow Book Awards, and her polyamorous novel, Misfits was a finalist in the 2016 LAMBDA awards. Garrett is also an award winning cover artist at blackjazzdesign.com, and co-owns the specialist stock site moonstockphotography.com with photographer Dan Burgess.
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What do you get the man who has everything?
For Torre Rossi, family is everything and he loves celebrating the Christmas season. It’s even more special now that he’s living with his boyfriend Frisco. The only problem? Torre has no idea what to get him for their first Christmas celebration and not even Frisco’s best friend can give him any ideas.
Frisco isn’t into all the Christmas hype—he’s never bothered to celebrate and doesn’t understand all these silly family traditions like trimming the tree and decorating. But when Torre’s little niece comes to spend the day and his apartment is filled with the sound of laughter and the smell of baking cookies, the idea of Christmas and family doesn’t seem so silly any more.
Frisco’s idea of a present for Torre is so outrageous, there’s no way he can pull it off.
Or can he?
With Frisco’s fractured past, what Torre really wants isn’t in the cards.
Or is it?
Two very different men discover the magic of the holiday isn’t in the past. It’s the present. The future. Together.
Forever.
The Gift of Forever - A Never Say Never holiday story (Lost in New York, Book 3)
Copyright: November 2020 Felice Stevens
Edited by Flat Earth Editing
Chapter One
“You said we’d do what?”
Torre, who knew he’d fucked up, leaned in for a kiss, but I wasn’t having any of it and folded my arms.
“It’s only for a couple of hours. Come on. Don’t be a Grinch and spoil the holiday. I can’t say no to Mike and Val.”
It was three days until Christmas. The first Christmas I’d been in New York since I could remember. The first Christmas I’d actually thought about celebrating. I’d never had a reason to care about the holiday until Torre. Then again, I didn’t have much of a reason to care about anything before him.
“When we’ve watched your niece, it was at your mother’s house. Not here.” I gestured to the expanse of my loft. “This space isn’t exactly childproof.”
“Babe. She’s a little girl. We’ll give her some toys, and she’ll be fine.”
I quirked a brow and grinned. “I doubt she’ll like the kinds of toys I have.”
Torre rolled his eyes. “I know you didn’t just say that.” He huffed. “Come on. You know what I mean. She’ll play with her dolls, color a little, and we’ll give her a snack. By that time, Mike and Val will be finished taking the baby to his doctor’s appointment, and it’ll be time to send her home.”
Now it was my turn to kiss Torre and I did so, wrapping my arms around him while I nipped his lips and sucked his tongue. “I’m just kidding. You know I’ll do anything for you.” I cupped his ass and wondered if it made sense to even bother going upstairs to the bedroom. Torre and I often took advantage of the extremely comfortable sofa in the living room for fun and games.
The buzzer sounded from below, but I barely paid attention as I walked him backward. The couch won. I had no desire to walk up steps—I wanted Torre. Now.
“Are you expecting a delivery?” I trailed kisses along Torre’s throat and smiled, feeling him shiver in my arms. “Never mind, I don’t care. Ignore them. They can leave it downstairs.” I tugged at his sweater.
A guilty expression crossed Torre’s flushed face. “Uh…did I mention they were coming today? Like, now?”
My eyes popped open wide, and I pushed him away to glare at him. “No. You did not.”
Torre laughed weakly. “Surprise.” He tried to pass me to open the door, but I grabbed his arm first.
“You are so going to owe me for this.”
His brown eyes sparkled. “Oh, I know. And I’m so looking forward to my punishment.” He gave me a lingering kiss, then walked away from me to hit the buzzer and wait by the door for them to come up.
“I wouldn’t smile if I were you.” A plan had already formed in my head. Someone was going to look and taste very delicious by the time I was through with him.
The doorbell rang, and Torre shot me a look. “To be continued,” he said and opened the door. “Val, come on in. I don’t think you’ve ever been here before.”
“It’s gorgeous. I can only imagine the views.” I heard Val’s excited voice, and despite my annoyance with Torre, my smile was genuine when she entered the living room to greet me. Her gaze was immediately drawn to the expanse of windows and the view of the river.