Page 39 of The Christmas Extra
“Yes, I will.”
He shivered and then pushed play. A fictional Greek isle swam into view and I knew exactly what film he’d arranged for us to watch.Mamma Mia.
“You damn idiot,” I whispered, my throat thick with far too many emotions.
He said nothing in reply, just reached over to grab my knee and give it a squeeze while Sophie began going on about dots.
I pressed a kiss to his thick hair. Yep, the man knew how to woo.
***
He also knew how toride a dick.
Given that he had done such an amazing job with tonight’s date, I made sure to give him the gift he so deserved. My cock buried in his tight, hot ass. His choice of how he got it. Being a fan of westerns, even though he’d yet to star in one, he chose to bust me like a wild bronc.
This bucking stallion had no complaints about the man bouncing up and down on his dick. Tony’s head was back, his prick leaping, and his fingers meshed with mine.
“Fuck...fuck...fuck,” he grunted each time his ass hit my thighs. I was teetering on the brink of losing all control but gritted my teeth. I wanted him to shoot his wad all over me first. That private screening ofMamma Miahad earned him the first orgasm of the night. In truth, he deserved that every time we made love just because he was that special to me. Somehow, someway, Tony Gugliotti had slowly and gracefully reclaimed that desiccated chunk of coal I had called my heart. Why he wanted the withered old bit, I had no clue. But bless him for yearning for it. Watching him lose himself in the pleasure that our bodies brought each other, I couldn’t help but wonder if he really planned to not re-sign with the network. He’d be forfeiting some huge bucks as well as his standing as a soap opera heartthrob. And for what? To hang around with a crosspatch like me?
“I’m so close,” Tony grunted, his fingers squeezing mine to the point of some minor pain.
“Come on my belly,” I huffed, arching up from the bed to make sure he got every inch of cock when he came down. He did, and it made his dick jerk and spasm. Hot cum flew from him, coating my hairy stomach with strings of semen. Clutching his hands tightly, I let him ride out his orgasm, his hips rolling, his channel tightening around me. With a growl, I let go of that skinny tether of restraint and pumped a load into the condom. Tony wiggled and clenched as I came, his gaze hot and lazy as he watched me shatter.
When my abdomen was coated with spunk, he lay down on me, easing off my dick, so that he could lift my hands above my head and slant his mouth over mine. Our tongues danced smoothly, gliding with mellow ease, stroking, then pulling back. His hands held mine tightly, his strong arms pinning mine to the bed. I linked my leg around his and then rolled us to his back, his breath leaving him in a huff as I settled between his spread thighs and began licking from his swollen lips down to his tummy. He twitched and sighed as I cleaned up his cum before coming back to his mouth for one last deep taste.
“You’re delicious,” I whispered while licking a hot stripe up the side of his throat. He was like putty now, his body lax and his eyes drowsy. His hair was a tousled mess. The stuff of wet dreams and a hundred thousand fantasies. Our gazes locked. Something shifted inside me. Not sure what. Maybe my old cold heart grew a few sizes like the Grinch. Hell, maybe the tectonic plates under Rockmount lurched. Whatever it was, it made me feel foolish. Reckless. Unafraid.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked, his voice slow as molasses and sexy as fuck.
“I think...I never...your eyes never left me,” I managed to croak out. His mouth pulled up at the sides, his hands sliding up my forearms until they linked behind my neck. “Not for one day. Every night I saw your eyes before I fell asleep. I never stopped loving you. And now I really want to love you more. Forever if that works for you.”
“It so works for me. I never stopped loving you either, Stillman. Not a day went by that I didn’t think of you while cursing myself out. If only I’d had the courage to reach out years ago...”
I stole a soft kiss, my arms beginning to tremble. “I wouldn’t have accepted your call. Now I’m okay to pick up the receiver and say ‘Hello and welcome back’ or something along those lines.”
“Pick up the call? The kids don’t call anymore. They text. You have aged yourself terribly,” Tony teased.
“Yeah, probably. I’m not good at this.”
“Stillman King, you areincredibly goodat this.” He pulled me down for one more slow, soft kiss before letting me go. Only long enough to shed the condom, trash it, and pad into the bath for a wet cloth. I took a moment to wash up at the sink and studied my face in the mirror. Did I look a little younger, perhaps? Had releasing the fear and anger ease the lifelines around my eyes? Or was I just being a giddy kid falling back in love? Whatever the reason, I was down with it.
Leaving the smiling guy in the looking glass behind, I carried the warm rag to my lover. He lay there in my bed looking every inch the seductive stud that he was. I wiped him clean, tossed the rag into the hamper, and then burrowed under the covers with him. We snuggled close, listening to the green oak logs in the woodstove pop and hiss while a winter wind blew into the county. Sleepy and sated, my Tony resting at my side, I wondered if we’d have snow in the morning. If so, maybe we’d go look for a tree out in the woods. Tony had asked several times, but I’d shut that down. I’d not decorated for two decades. Now though...
Maybe now it was time to set up a spruce tree for Ellery to knock down.
That was what one did when one was in love again, right?