Christmas Crush (4 page)

“From the way you were drooling over my bookshelves,
you’re probably the only person who would appreciate this.” He unfolded his
legs and kicked my foot playfully. “It’s a bookstore called Read Till You
Drop.”

I blinked rapidly, at a loss for words. “I love that
place.”

“You know it?” he asked. “It’s for sale and I want
to buy it, but my dad thinks I’m nuts.”

“I live at that store.” My mouth hung open in
disbelief. “Buy it, please. I know the guy who runs it and he is struggling big
time.”

“I’ve seen his numbers, and yeah, he’s not
thriving.” A melancholy expression crossed his face as he continued. “I’ve been
going there for years and years, and I love books so much. But like I said, my
dad really disagrees.”

“I agree. Do it,” I said forcefully. “You could do
so much with it because you have money. He never advertises, and the place had
no management to speak of.”

His eyes were bright as he met my gaze. His pale
cheeks were flushed, and he looked excited. “You see the potential too. To me
it’s a little gem that just needs some attention.”

“I will help you, if you want help.” I couldn’t keep
my gaze off his pretty, excited mouth. I couldn’t believe I’d run into someone
incredibly sexy who had a book fetish like me. I wanted to pounce on him right
here on the couch.

 
“This is the
first time tonight you’ve been so animated,” he said breathlessly. “It’s quite
a turn on.”

My stomach warmed, and the wine I was sipping helped
me feel a little reckless. I captured his ankle, slipping my hand up under the
hem of his jeans, feeling the soft prickle of hairs on his skin against the
palm of my hand.

“I never meet anyone who’s into books like I am,” I said,
touching his leg.

 
“Me either.”
I heard his surprised intake of air, and he closed his eyes as I stroked his
skin.

“Just the feel of them under my fingers, the
yearning to hold them and lose myself in them,” I whispered.

“Are we still talking about books?”

“I’m kind of hoping we can stop talking period.” I
swallowed my nerves, and pulled my hand out of his pant leg.

 
He got
gracefully to his feet and held out his hand. “Do you want to go into my
bedroom? You don’t have to.”

Oh, I wanted to. My crotch, undeniably uncomfortable
at this point, got harder and harder to ignore.

What the hell. I might be a little drunk, but I
really liked him and I wanted him so bad it hurt. For some reason he wanted me
too, and for once in my life I decided to take a risk.

“Let’s go to your bedroom.”

 
He grabbed my
hand and I followed willingly. A silky burgundy comforter covered the big bed.
Monet style impressionist paintings hung on the beige walls above neat walnut
bookcases.

 
He stripped
off his clothes, and stood waiting for me. I moved slower than him, distracted
by his beautiful body. His shoulders were broader than I’d
thought,
his chest and abs smooth and muscled. His thighs were lean, but strong, and his
dick hard and bumping into his stomach.

Adrenaline rushed through me as I looked at him. I
unbuttoned my shirt with trembling fingers, letting it fall to the floor. I
unbuckled my belt, and he got on the bed. He sat, legs hanging off the edge of
the bed, just watching me.

I pulled my pants and underwear down in one move. My
cock sprang up, stiff and engorged, and I stepped the rest of the way out of my
clothing. His gaze was so intense I felt self-conscious.

“You do not have the body of a nerd,” he whispered.

He scooted up all the way onto the bed, and I
climbed on with him. I approached him on my hands and knees, and bent to
finally kiss his beautiful, full lips. His mouth, warm and sweet, opened
against mine. I breathed him in, tasting the berry tones of wine on his tongue.

He cupped my cheek as he gently licked into my
mouth, probing, searching. He pulled away and lay on his back. I ran my hand
down his chest and stomach before I stretched out beside him, resting my head
on my hand.

We stared at each other, waiting. A smile played on
his lips, and I thought my heart might beat out of my chest.

 
“What do you
like?” he asked.

“Other than you?”

He grinned. “Do you like top or bottom? Or do you
just like blow jobs?”

I flushed. “This is embarrassing to talk about.”

He shook his head and stroked my chest, grazing my
nipples with his light touch, and sending excitement sparking down my stomach.

“It’s not. It shouldn’t be.”

“I’ve never been the bottom, I was afraid to be. I’m
not that experienced.”

 
His eyes
narrowed. “Okay. Which did you think you prefer? Do you want to fuck me?”

I got so turned on just talking about it. I didn’t
know what to say. The thought of fucking him, or having him in me, was enough
to make me hard as stone and panicked all at once. I didn’t want to make a fool
of myself.

He must have seen I was getting nervous “Don’t
worry,
it’s going to be great.” His breathe came quicker
now, and his pupils dilated.

 
I nodded,
licking my lips. The nerves remained, but I took his hard dick in my hand. I
ran my thumb over his slick head. He gasped, closing his eyes. He pushed
against my hand and his eyes flew open.

“Will you try the bottom? I’ll be careful, but I
want you to experience it, with me.”

“I’m not sure…”

“I want to be your first, I’ll take good care of
you,” he whispered.

The thought of him pushing into me made my heart
pound. I couldn’t deny the curiousity. I wanted to feel him in me. I nodded
fervently. “Yes, I want to try, I want you inside me.”

He dragged my mouth back to his, the tip of his
tongue teasing mine. He let go and twisted to dig around inside his nightstand.
He pulled out a condom and lube.

 
“I’m so
excited right now. I need to calm the hell down.” He laughed gruffly.

My stomach jolted with desire at his words.
“Me, too.”

 
He eased me
onto my stomach, my dick pressed against the comforter. His strong hands ran
from my thighs up my ass, massaging my skin, and then back down again. It felt
so good to have his fingers on me. He gently pried my legs apart, using his
knees to hold them.

I heard the click of the lube bottle, and the
tearing of a condom wrapper. Then his warm finger, slippery from the lube,
teased my hole, circling it and tickling the outer ring of muscles. When his
finger slipped in, I gasped from surprise and pleasure. The feel of my tight
muscles releasing as he entered me was like nothing I’d ever experienced, but
it felt so good. He added another finger and stretched and pulled at me. The
sensation made me roll my hips to feel his fingers more.
How could fingers make me feel this good?

He didn’t hurry. He took his time, rubbing into my
entrance and getting me ready to take him. I wriggled, needing him to hurry, my
balls tight, my muscles grasping onto his moving fingers. He teased and tweaked
me, making my ass buzz with aching need. My dick seemed so hard now I wouldn’t
have been surprised if it pierced through the mattress.

When he added a third finger, I moaned as I
instinctively rode his hand, grinding against him. I panted, writhing on his
fingers mindlessly. I didn’t know what his dick would feel like inside me, but
if it felt anything like this, I’d lose my mind when he drove into me. He pulled
his fingers out, and stroked my rear, opening my cheeks up to the cool air.

“Can you arch your back?” His hot breath swept
across my cheek.

I obliged, lifting my hips and curving my spine. His
cock pushed up to my hole, and nudged at me, as if asking for permission.

Excitement burned in my chest. I wanted him inside
me more than I’d ever wanted anything. I lifted my ass and pushed back gently,
begging him for what I needed.

“I’m going to push into you, babe. Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Yes, I want it, please, please.”

He pressed in carefully at first, sliding in
halfway. His muscles shook as he paused, waiting to see if I was okay. I
pressed back, urging him to sink in deeper, help me extinguish the fire
building inside of me. He must have sensed my need, because he thrust his hips,
filling me with his thick cock in one slick push. It burned at first, blazing
hot trail deep inside of me. I cried out, biting my lip to silence myself. He bent,
kissing my nape, whispering soothing words.

My muscles clenched around him. Pain mixed with pleasure
shot down my legs, through my body. He began moving again, slow and long pulses.
My insides were raw and tingling as his dick scraped into me. He felt so much
thicker and bigger than I expected. When he pushed in, I lost the ability to
breathe. I felt him everywhere in my body. He pulled and slid into me, gentle,
but in charge, taking me toward a pleasure I’d never known. I arched my spine
as much as I could, as a tingling at the base of my dick replaced the pain.

 
He thrust in
harder and my muscles let go, taking him in, opening up to him. He gave a flick
of his hips, and I thought I might shoot off the bed as his cock stroked my
prostate. He swiveled his hips again and again.

“Shit, shit.” I moaned, weak from the trembling
sensations racking my body. I hadn’t expected it to be this good, to feel so
completely taken. Every inch of my insides felt as if his cock was touching and
rubbing in. He buried himself so deep in me I couldn’t catch my breath from the
pressure of him filling me.

I wanted to thank him, tell him what I he was
amazing, but I couldn’t form words. I only made soft sounds that weren’t real.
I clutched wordlessly at the sheet, mindless and numb from ecstasy.

 
He wasn’t as
gentle now, but I didn’t need him to be. A fire burned in my ass, and my dick
rubbed hard against the sheets beneath me. I’d come soon, with his dick buried
deep inside of me.

He pushed, and rocked into me, groaning. With every
pulse of his hips, he matched it with a sound, a moan. I wished I could see
him. I imagined him with his eyes open, lips parted, watching his dick enter me
and slide out again. The picture of him in my mind, having an orgasm, made me
harder.

He rocked side to
side,
burying deeper and I lost it. My dick, pressed against the covers, jerked, and
pulsed into the cloth, filling the material with slick, wet cum. I grunted as
the waves shot through my body, washing over me and draining me.

Chase’s muscles stiffened and he shot, even with a
condom on I felt him flooding me. He rode it all the way through, fucking me as
my ass milked him of all he had. I clenched my muscles. He tensed and moaned as
he was sucked dry.

I couldn’t move. I’d never been so weak in my life.
He’d collapsed on my back, and it felt like we were glued together with sweat.

He pulled out slow and careful, breathing hard as he
climbed over me and lay on his side. I rolled over and grabbed a handful of
tissues off the nightstand, wiping myself off. He removed the condom and tossed
it into a trash can beside the bed.

“I’m afraid I messed up your comforter.” I breathed
roughly.

He grinned, lying there with his black hair slicked
across his forehead with sweat.

 
“It’s
washable.”

I basked in the glow until my breathing slowed.
“I’ve never felt anything that good before.”

“I told you. I hope I wasn’t too rough with you. I
had trouble controlling myself.”

I lifted my head and grinned. “You were amazing.”
God, he looked beautiful, wet and sweaty even. My stomach did a little dance it
liked to do whenever I watched him.

“Come here.”

 
I scooted
over and he enveloped me in his arms. He brushed his warm lips against my
temple. “So are you going to help me run my bookstore?”

I looked at him surprised. “You’re going to do it?
You’re really going to buy the bookstore?”

“I have the money and I don’t believe in not doing
something just because you’re afraid of it.”

“I thought you were afraid of your father, not
buying the store itself.” I smiled. “Will he be mad at you?”

“He will be worried.”

“He shouldn’t be. Seriously, that little store is
just lacking passion. The owner is a great guy, but he’s a hundred percent
burnt out.”

“Exactly.
And
I need a project. What better thing to take on than books?”

“I can’t believe there is another human in the city
who in as enamored of the written word as I am. Grace will think I’ve made you
up.”

“Do you have a lot of invisible friends?” He
grinned. “I had many as a child.”