Havoc for the Holidays (Home for the Holidays)

10. Ezechiel

Chapter ten

Ezechiel

D ating a dad was a complete trip. Dating in general was new for me, but this dynamic had my head spinning, not necessarily in a bad way. I found myself reworking all sorts of long-held beliefs and formulating new plans with every moment that passed as we cuddled up on Ollie’s couch while watching an animated Christmas film. For every idle fantasy I had before this unexpected evening, I discovered new ideas that would accommodate his little one.

After a while, her quiet snores filled the air around us. Ollie chuckled quietly under his breath before extricating himself from our innocent embrace. With an index finger held aloft, he silently and deftly scooped her tiny body from the couch and whisked her away as if this were a regular part of her routine. I half expected that it was. I couldn't sit still in his absence. To be honest, I worried about how I could fit into this well-established dynamic, so I had been working hard all evening to make it look easy. While he got his daughter tucked in bed, I did the most logical thing to ease my nerves—I tidied up again.

“You don't have to do that, Ez.” Ollie’s quiet voice crept up behind me in the kitchen before warm arms wrapped around my waist. “I appreciate it, of course. But you don't have to.”

“I know. I like to. If I can help, I want to.”

“Tonight was okay?” His voice took on an edge of vulnerability. I turned in his arms to search his face.

“It was amazing. I wasn't sure how… how it would feel but I really did enjoy myself.” I let my forehead rest against his. “Were you nervous?”

“Incredibly. I've never introduced someone as a partner to her. It was a big step for me.”

“I had a feeling.” I let my hands slide under the hem of his shirt and upward over his sides. “Are you okay with this? Us?”

“Y-yes. I am.”

“Mm, good.” I pulled him closer and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “Because I don't want to stop.”

“God, it's unfair how you can so easily make everything sexy as hell.” He shifted his arms around my shoulders and pressed out bodies flush.

I muffled a laugh against his lips and turned his body till his back hit the counter. “Says the man who nearly made me come in my pants with a kiss in my kitchen not that long ago.”

“Pssh. Lies.” He squirmed and shifted until our thighs slotted together and our hips aligned. My blood instantly grew twenty degrees hotter as the firm ridge of his erection ground against my own.

“Feeling frisky, Mr. Branson?” I nipped at his lower lip with a smile.

“Ever since that night, yes.”

My fingertips slid over his hip bone and over the material of his pants before I gripped the bulge of his dick with more intent. “Can I do something about this?”

The groan my actions pulled from his throat was pure sin and I instantly responded with a soft moan of my own as I dove into his mouth with a ravenous kiss. God, I needed him with such intensity, it ached. Time had tempered my need. Now that I had him here in front of me, all temperance and restraint was gone.

With lightning speed, my hands fumbled his pants open and he pulled our wild kiss apart with a wrecked gasp. The minute my fingertips made contact with the soft skin stretched tight over his hard length, I nearly cheered. This was everything I never knew I wanted or needed.

“Shit, you're intact?” I gave his cock a long, slow stroke, my eyes narrowing in on the delectable way his foreskin eased back to reveal the glistening head.

“Y-yes? Is that…?”

“Perfect.” I swept him into another searing kiss before pulling back only enough to speak, letting my lips brush over his as I did. “Same.”

“Oh… oh!” His face lit up even as he flushed a brighter shade of red. “I've never had the opportunity to… y’know… with someone who also…”

“What happened to bold Ollie?” I playfully nipped his chin as I continued the languid stroking of his dick.

“You threw me off… I'm sorry. I get…” He blew out a rough breath and abruptly switched our positions against the counter. “Sorry. I've had people comment on it before. Now hush.”

Abruptly, his lips swept over mine as his tongue invaded my mouth and his hands tugged at the closure of my pants. What hiccup had happened swiftly dissipated as he took charge, but I couldn't get my mind off his comment. I'd had similar experiences with men in the past and the overwhelming desire to find whomever made him feel ashamed of his utterly perfect body was distracting. Even those stubborn thoughts took a backseat as his fingers wrapped around my cock and the heat of his touch seared into my skin.

We groaned, stroking one another in unison until his lips shifted to my jaw and trailed open-mouthed kisses and tiny nips along the bone. Once he reached my ear, his whispered words nearly brought me undone.

“Can I try something? I've heard about… docking but…”

“Fuck, yes. Oh, fuck.” My body lit up with electric excitement at his proposal. Two men, both intact, purportedly made the experience an unrivaled one. The prospect of exploring the act with him had me trembling in anticipation. “Please, Olls?”

His typically reserved expression took on a determined edge as he leaned into me and reached out for something on the counter. I couldn't help but chuckle as an olive oil dispenser appeared when he stood upright.

“Really?”

He scowled at me, which had no right being as adorable as it was, before hushing me and pouring the liquid into his palm. “I don't want to try and find my lube.”

As soon as he recaptured my cock in his grip, all my commentary morphed into a muffled moan. The dispenser disappeared as he shifted his body and we lined up the heads of our dicks. I adjusted my grip to accommodate the new position, curling my fingers tighter around his length as he did the same to mine. It was awkward and uncoordinated for a few moments, but once everything shifted into alignment, my balls instantly drew up as my body came alive with the overwhelming sensations.

The oil swiftly spread until each rhythmic glide was slick and smooth and mind boggling. His hand around my dick and mine around his synchronized as our hips joined in, slowly thrusting and retreating through the conjoined tunnel of tight fists and overly sensitive foreskins. In mere moments, I was whimpering and clinging to him with my free hand. He was no better off, his voice trapped somewhere between a whine and a moan as he panted and quickened our pace.

“Oh, fuck, Olls!” My head fell back and I groaned. “Fuck, it's too good.”

“It is.” He tightened his grip, knocking my hand aside to replace it with his and take over, pumping our cocks faster and harder to the pace of his quickened breathing. “Get there for me, baby. Let me feel you come like this.”

I gripped his shoulders tighter in both hands, reveling in the feel of his lean muscles tensing and flexing as he worked me closer toward my inevitable climax. Every nerve ending was alight as his foreskin and mine became the slick channel that drove me closer and closer to orgasm with the most intense sensation I had ever experienced. Before I could articulate the words, the pressure building in my core peaked and erupted in the most profound orgasm.

I choked out a sob and clung even harder to his body to keep from collapsing on the floor as my body curled inward and my muscles seized and spasmed. Pleasure coursed through me so intensely, I didn't think I'd survive the experience. My cum erupted in pulsing waves, mixing with the oil in a molten hot flood that inspired Ollie to pump our conjoined cocks even quicker.

“Cl-close… oh…. oh fuck… oh baby, yes!” He tensed and his rhythm faltered before he melted against me in a shuddering heap of sweat-soaked breathlessness. His cum mingled with mine and sent me into a tailspin of prolonged aftershocks and inarticulate moans. Sagging against the counter, I pulled him into a tighter embrace to keep us both upright as our moans and groans faded into shared gasping as we came down from the inexplicable high we had shared.

I had no concept of how much time passed as we recovered, but he eventually pulled back and looked down at our softening cocks and his cum covered hands with a breathy laugh. I glanced at the mess and shivered from head to toe as the pure eroticism of it swept through my buzzing body.

“Jesus, that’s hot…”

“God, I was going to say that but I thought you'd think it odd,” he mumbled under his breath, lifting his hand to lick the tip of his index finger with a sheepish grin.

“Okay, even hotter. Christ, Ollie… what am I going to do with you?” I clasped a hand to his nape and wrapped the other around his wrist, stealing a taste of our combined cum before leaning closer. “You're going to ruin me…”

“It's only fair—you've already ruined me.” He closed the narrow gap and chased the taste of us on my tongue, deepening the kiss with a softer moan.

The need to inhale tore us apart again, revealing a flushed and flustered Ollie wearing a sheepish smile. I wanted to take all his different smiles and save them in my memories for all time.

“I need to wash up…” He lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers with a quiet laugh. “We’ve made a bit of a mess.”

“And you cook with that oil, my naughty little Ollie. Who knew you were such a dirty boy under that innocent exterior.” I grinned and bumped his nose with mine, but he didn't laugh or even smile in response. That was when I knew I'd fucked up. His face fell, the blush disappeared, and any relaxation that had lingered after our monumentally satisfying sexual experience was instantly replaced with a brick wall of tension.

“Ollie, I didn't mean—”

“No. It's fine. Um… I'm just…” He waved his hands again and backpedaled toward the doorway. “Be right back.”

He disappeared from the kitchen and I deflated. The playful comment landed all wrong and if I could go back in time and erase it, I would have in a heartbeat. I skimmed the kitchen and realized just how wrong I had been to call attention to it. Just how wrong I had made him feel about his wanton, wild actions. The oil dispenser alongside his cooking spices. The refrigerator we stood beside, covered in his daughter’s artwork. The plate of freshly decorated cookies sitting on the counter beside me.

I glanced down at my feet and realized how much of an anomaly our antics were in his life. How much of an anomaly I was in his life, standing in his quaint, homey kitchen with my flaccid dick hanging out and a pool of our mess at my feet. With a rising sense of mortification, I swiftly tucked myself back in my pants, closed them, and proceeded to clean up the floor as well as my own hands.

Ollie still hadn't returned from the bathroom in the hall and I had a sneaking suspicion he wouldn't for quite some time. Resigned to the fact that it might all be over before it even had a chance to start, I grabbed a Post-It note from the stack and scribbled a message before tacking it to the counter.

I had fun tonight. Please call me. XOXO -Ez

With my things collected and one last lingering look down the hall toward the sliver of light beneath the bathroom door, I mentally kicked myself before opening the front door as quietly as I could and slipping outside. The quick click as it closed behind me felt like the most ominous warning bell. My sigh was too loud in the quiet hallway. My footsteps as I retreated were even louder. The silence outside his apartment building was loudest of all. I swallowed the thickness of emotion in my throat and climbed into my car, pouring every ounce of energy into my wistful wish that it wasn't beyond repair. If there was ever a time I wanted to believe in holiday miracles, this was it.