Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69836 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
He takes his time with me, making me forget any past boyfriends, or my stupid aunt, or the times I’ve killed. All trouble dissolves into nothingness.
“D-do you… want…?” I utter. I’m on the verge of orgasm, and it’s hard to communicate with this tension building inside me, but if he wants my body in any other way before I come, I’m giving him the chance.
I look down in time to see him pull up and speak with my damp cock pressed to his moving lips, as if he were praying at my altar. “No, I want to wait. Whet my appetite for later,” he says, his real eye a glinting light shining at me from behind the curtain of lashes. The artificial one seems dim in comparison, a pale echo of the real thing. I’m overcome by the need to let him do as he pleases and moan when he downs me again, sucking in a rhythm that has me twitching.
My balls tighten, I don’t control the volume of my moans, and I fall back into the silky sheets. When Cesar slides his fingers to one of my feet and caresses my toe, I lose it.
I tighten my fingers in his hair, and come with such surprising intensity, my body trembles. I shut my eyes but still see a reflection of Cesar at the back of my eyelid. He’s the man who pleasures me wanting nothing in return. I’ve always been anxious to give back, but he lets me relax and enjoy the ride.
I’m still panting and making little involuntary whimpers at each of his licks to my oversensitive cock. Never before him did I feel with a man that I could accept what was freely given, like I deserved it. But he is so devoted I can believe him. Believe that I am enough.
As I come down from my high, he climbs my body, eventually stretching alongside me, lips pressed to my forehead. “That’s it, Lamb, relax. I’ve got you.”
I press my face against his neck to hide the tears gathering under my eyelids. He might be claiming he can’t love, that what he’s been through killed the feeling inside him, but I’ve never felt so appreciated and cared for.
Safety. Trust. Affection. Throw in a grenade of lust, and isn’t that love? How can he not see that he already gives me everything I could ever need?
It takes me a while to find my voice as I hug his sturdy chest. “You sure you want to wait?” I ask, nudging his cock through his jeans with my thigh. “My body is yours after all…”
Cesar’s eye flickers, but he pulls his hips away. “Dessert should always come last. But what about you? Can I make your evening any better right now?” he asks, rubbing his nose along my brow. “I know Christmas is a special time for you…”
When I thought he couldn’t make me melt anymore, there he is, setting fire to my heart. I smile, stroking his hair. “I know this is a big one, so feel free to say no if you think it’s too risky, but… could we join the masked Christmas Eve party? I’ve never been to anything like it, and the hotel is so beautifully decorated. I know for you Christmas time can be hard—”
He cups my face and silences me with a sweet kiss that still tastes of my cum. “Consider it done. I’ll get us our costumes.”
Chapter 18
Cesar
I’ve promised Eli to be the best boyfriend he could dream of, so of course I tracked down the man in a reindeer mask, whom I’ve seen him eye as we entered the hotel. The stranger was as lanky and tall as my precious jewel, and for the low sum of three thousand dollars, he was fine parting with his exquisite burgundy suit. The elegant outfit looks even better on Eli, though I’ve had to fold in the cuffs of his pants so they didn’t appear too long. I do worry a little that his gray hair is visible, since that’s a very recognizable part of the ‘Festive Fugitive’s’ image, but he’s combed the waves back into a short tidy ponytail, so I don’t think it draws that much attention. Besides, with his face covered, people might just think he’s way older.
My own attire was even easier to obtain. The hotel offers a rental service, so by the time my lamb and I leave our room, I’m a dark shadow stalking its flashy prey. The wolf mask I’m wearing with my black suit is oddly fitting.
“You look so handsome, Wolf,” Eli grins at me, his gray eyes like two jewels.
Sure, attending a party has its risks, but he seems so happy I couldn’t deny him anything.
We enter the huge event space lavishly decorated with real pine branches, colorful baubles, and chains of sparkling lights. Many of the guests are either dancing, laughing, or drinking at tables with snacks, all in their finery and masks. While a few people wear full costumes, like a sexy Mrs. Claus, or a Gingerbread Man, most men are in suits and masks like us, and most women in elegant evening gowns made of thousands of sequins, or tight velvet.