Dust of Snow by Indra Vaughn
'Tis the season for warm and fuzzy Christmas stories!! I loved this book, especially Greg, from the first page. Greg is still reeling from a bad break-up that happened a year ago. He's been spending all of his time with his Mother and his cat. Until one day a Secret Santa starts leaving sweet gifts for him. Swoon!! Enter Ash. A little older, gorgeous and sexy. Just what Greg needs to get his mojo back. Dust of Snow is sweet and oh so very sexy, the perfect Christmas HEA. [December 2014]
Ashley turned in his seat and gave me an incredulous look. “Are you kidding me? That kid wanted to take you to the barn, guddyup, and call you Daddy.”
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I ended up on my knees in front of the desk, Ashley leaning against it—fantasy number 12—with my pants open. The elastic of my underwear rubbed the base of my bared cock, up and down, driving my arousal higher, to the point I couldn’t stand it anymore. I peeled a hand off Ashley’s hip and fisted my cock hard. I didn’t really want to come yet. Ashley had other ideas though.
“Fuck,” he gasped and I met his lust-blown eyes as he lifted them. “God, that is so hot.” His eyes rolled back in his head when I relaxed my throat and took him deep. The white-knuckled grip on the desk told me I didn’t have much time if I wanted to catch up and let him watch me come. Seemed like it was a bigger kink of his than I’d thought.
I worked myself over fast and without much finesse as I tongued the vein on the under side of Ash’s cock. With my free hand I rubbed his balls, massaged his taint, and then as I felt the tell-tale tingle, I patted his hip. Meeting his eyes I moaned around his dick when my body seized up and I came all over Karl’s carpet.
“Shit,” Ashley bit out as I shuddered and tried to keep up the rhythm, but he yanked at my hair and pulled me off. “Close your eyes, quick.” I did what he said and heard him choke on a moan before come splattered my face. “Oh, my God,” he said weakly. “Fuck, are you all right? I really didn’t mean to—Hold on, don’t open your eyes yet.” I licked at a bit of come the corner of my mouth as I heard him rummage around. “Wet wipes?” I heard him say. “Really? What does your boss get up to in here?” A gentle wet touch made me jump a little, but Ash shushed me and put his palm against the side of my neck. He licked the same corner I just had and then sucked on my bottom lip. “You can open your eyes now,” he said after a bit.
I blinked and laughed when I saw his guilty, flushed face. “It’s fine,” I said, “I liked it. Thanks for the warning, by the way.”
“Anytime.” He stared at me in silence for a second and then sniggered. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe I did that.”
I began to pull my pants up, but he stilled me with a hand on my wrist. “What is it?”
“Nothing,” he said. “Nothing at all, but… do we have to be done?”
“Oh.” I glanced automatically at his groin and he smiled ruefully.
“Not me, I’m too old. You though…”
“You’re not old,” I chided. “You’re perfect. We just need practice. Years and years of pr—” The breath whooshed out of me when he pressed his hand against my dick. “What—what do you have in mind?”
“Have you ever… been rimmed?”
I made a noise, something sounding a lot like urk as my mind went completely blank.
“I’ll take that as a no, then?” He gave the wet wipes a meaningful look.
“Do you want to?” My knees felt a bit weak, but in the good way.
The grin Ashley gave me was almost feral. “Oh, hell yeah.”
'Tis the season. Greg's nights are silent and his bells don't jingle. This time last year his boyfriend broke up with him, and he's determined to get through these holidays with only minor bruising. So what if he lives with a cat and his best friend is his mother? Peace and quiet: that's life how he likes it. Nothing is going to blindside him this year, no sir. Especially not a rogue secret Santa.