Deck the Palms – An Annabeth Albert Christmas Read Online Annabeth Albert

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Gay, GLBT, M-M Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 67398 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“Okay, now, you might be ready.”

“Might.” I made a snappish noise and rocked shamelessly on his fingers.

“Oooh, impatient and needy. I like it.” Merry took a moment to roll on the condom and slick up his cock.

He slowly pushed in, but honestly, he’d prepped me so well that it didn’t take much effort. My body welcomed him in like this was a dance we’d performed a hundred times before, him leading, me following. Sweet and sexy, just like Merry. His cock was hard and thick, and Lord, did the man know how to use it, thrusting slow and sure.

“Good?” He looked at me with a question in his eyes, like there could be any doubt.

“So good.” I wrapped my legs around his hips, surprising even myself with my newfound flexibility. “Dying again, but it’s so worth it.”

“Yeah?” Merry’s eyes took on a mischievous glint. “What if I do this?”

With no further preamble than that, he moved, or rather undulated, in such a way that he could bend forward and lick the very tip of my cock, something I’d heretofore thought was special effects sorcery in porn.

“How in the hell did you just manage that?”

Merry kept right on fucking me like he hadn’t done the sex trick equivalent of parting the seas. “Years of stretching for surfing combined with a lot of teen boredom trying to do it to myself.”

“Again.” I needed to watch and experience this another time to properly appreciate it.

“Demanding.” Merry said it so fondly that the word felt like a compliment. And to my delight, he did it several more times before switching to his hand on my cock. He sped up his thrusts with a perfect angle for hitting my spot, so much so that I forgot all about his oral trick and lost myself to how good he felt inside me.

“Merry.”

“Yeah?” He responded to the urgency in my tone by fucking me harder. “You gonna come for me?”

“And how.” Always the dramatic one, but I was like three strokes away, no matter what he did.

“Tell me what you need.” His voice was rough and broken like he was also on the edge.

“This. You. Go hard.” You was possibly the most honest thing I’d ever said. He was all I needed, all I’d ever needed, and in that moment, I never, ever wanted to let him go. He’d made me laugh in the middle of the best sex of my life, and my soul sang with the pleasure he’d created.

“If I go hard, I’m gonna come too.” He slowed down as if to draw this out, and I hooked my legs behind his back again to prevent such a thing.

“Good. Do it.” I urged him on with my heels, and yup, I was right. Three more thrusts and I came all over his fist. And my own stomach, face, and chin. A bit of overkill, but I always did like the big finish.

For his part, Merry didn’t stop when I started to come, instead going harder, milking every last drop out of me as he came with a shout.

“It’s good I don’t have to leave.” I suppressed a groan as I unhooked my legs and he slid out of me. He handled the condom and passed me the towel I’d discarded. I made the world’s weakest effort at mopping up, so he took the towel back and finished the cleanup himself. “I’m not sure I could move.”

“No one’s kicking you out, schmoopy, but you do gotta give me a pillow.” Merry gestured at how I was now in the center of the bed with both pillows behind my head.

“Oh. Oops.”

“No worries.” He settled behind me, tossing a leg over my hips. “I already know you’re a natural bed hog, and I better pin you in place.”

“You better.” I gave a happy wriggle against his strong hold. Ordinarily, I might be up for another round, but I wasn’t sure I had any more come in me after that little demonstration. “Yep. Tired. But some other time, feel free to pin me down for…other reasons.”

“Oh, I will.” Merry lightly bit my ear before whispering, “Night, Nolan. You did good tonight. I’m proud of you.”

“Thank you.” My heart gave a hard twinge. It, and I, might not survive Merry. But as I’d said earlier, if I had to go, this was the way to do it. “For everything.”

“Anytime.” He flipped the light off. The dog was snoring nearby, and I drifted off, secure in Merry’s embrace, all the way through to him shaking me lightly.

“Nolan? You awake?”

“For you?” I mumbled sleepily, trying to rouse myself for whatever he had planned. “Always.”

Seventeen

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