Kit (A Little Christmas Season Three)

Chapter 19

19

Parker

O n the drive home from the Christmas train, snow started falling faster against the windshield. But the streets were still clear with little to no ice.

Kit squirmed in his seat. I pictured the plug inside him, moving just enough to drive him crazy.

“Feeling good?”

“Ha. You’re funny, Daddy. But yes. I can’t wait until we get home.”

I imagined the plug shifting every time I hit a small bump in the road.

When we finally got through the front door, it was around ten. Late enough to go upstairs but early enough to have a lot of fun before sleepy time.

I went to the kitchen and got us both bottles of water. At long last we headed upstairs.

“Bet you can’t catch me, Daddy!” Kit giggled and skittered ahead of me.

“Oh? You don’t want to be caught? Well, all right. I’ll let you go, then.”

He froze in the middle of the staircase, looking over his shoulder. “Wait. What?”

“Well, baby boy, you’re just too fast for me.”

He frowned and stomped his foot. “I am not.”

I laughed and lunged for him, catching only the back of his dress shirt. It pulled partway out of his waistband before sliding through my fingers. Kit squealed and ran up the rest of the steps and down the hall, whooping.

I sauntered after him as he turned into the bedroom. Now I had him trapped.

When I came through the door, Kit stood in the middle of the room, waiting for me. He put his hands up.

“I surrender, Daddy.”

“Surrender? That’s no fun.”

“It isn’t?”

“I thought you might put up a little bit of a fight.”

“I’ve been fighting all night to keep my hands away from you,” he said sheepishly. “Daddy, I want you so bad.”

I strode over to him, placing my hands on his shoulders and leaning in to kiss him.

Our mouths merged as if we’d been apart a hundred years. Fervent, hard, open. Kit grabbed me around the waist. I slid my arms around his shoulders and ran my palms straight down his back to the curves of his ass. He was such a perfect boy.

As we kissed, we stumbled our way to the bed. This was happening. And fast.

We broke apart and Kit fell back on the bed. My hands were on his bowtie and shirt buttons. His were on my waistband button.

We worked fast and sloppy, tearing the clothes from our bodies, kicking off our shoes and tossing them to the floor. Kit’s pants came off, briefs and all, and he quickly pushed his socks off.

I leaned back to finish stripping off my own pants and shorts. Kit spun before me until he crouched on the bed, ass up, purple rhinestone glinting from between his ass cheeks.

Further between his legs, his balls hung lovely and ripe. His cock curved up toward his belly and I lost sight of it.

I bent and kissed each cheek, plumping them in my hands.

My own cock was raging, demanding. I couldn’t help myself. I rubbed it up against the softness of his ass just to get some reprieve. It ramped up the pleasure but allowed me to still keep control.

My fingers delved between the delectable cheeks and grasped the end of the plug, giving it a slow twist.

“Daddy, take it out. I want the real thing.”

“You’ll get it, baby. Just a minute. Daddy wants to admire you.”

A long sigh escaped him. His arms went over the back of his head as if he was holding himself down for me.

I twisted the plug again, petting him through his moans.

“Please, Daddy.”

“What do you want?”

“You. Just you.”

“Do you want me to take it out?”

“Now, Daddy. Please.”

With another firm twist, I slowly pulled. There was resistance at first. I applied more pressure, and it popped out.

Kit’s hole was shiny and dark pink, gaping wide open for me.

“You look so beautiful, baby boy. Ready for me.”

“I’ve been ready all day, Daddy.” He moved his ass up and down, jiggling the globes.

“I want to make sure, so stay still.”

I rubbed my forefinger around his open hole, feeling the oil on the rim.

I praised him. “So perfect.”

I grabbed the lube from the bedside table and dribbled it over my feverish, aching cock. Quickly, I rubbed it all over, then lined up. When the tip nudged his still wide-open hole, it sank in.

“Yes, Daddy. I feel it going in. Fill me up.”

“Be still, little one. I’m going to give it all to you.”

Slowly, I pushed. He was open and pliant, true to his word that he’d been ready for me. My cock sank in as if his body had been made special for it.

“Yes, Daddy. More. More.”

I didn’t have to wait for his body to get used to mine. Kit was open all the way for me. I pushed in to the hilt and leaned over him, wrapping my arms around his waist. We were linked now. Connected. Together like one being.

“Move, Daddy.”

My hips pulled back until I was halfway out, then thrust. My cock sank back into his hot yearning hole.

“That’s good, Daddy. It feels fantastic.” He made other sounds that weren’t words. Little squeaks and cries amid the moans and groans.

I leaned up and away from him, one hand on his hip, the other on his lower back. I pulled out almost all the way, pushing back in again. His muscles clamped around my cock, causing me to howl out a big groan.

“Baby, you fit me so good. It’s incredible. I can’t hold back.”

“Go faster. I’m ready, Daddy. Fuck my hole like you spanked me. Hard and fast.”

“Goodness, baby boy. You have a naughty mouth.”

“I can’t help it. I want you.”

I powered my hips back and forth, causing him to squeal. Gripping both his hips, I did what my body wanted. I pumped him hard and fast, no warning, just rampant, base need that came from the deepest reaches of my instinct. And my heart.

Kit held himself up and took the pounding like a true good boy who wanted to steal all my senses away from me.

A white mist rose in my mind. The pleasure quivered from the top of my head to my toes, my world containing only Kit and me locked together in a combat to see who might reach their pinnacle first.

My cock was held in his embrace, warmed and stroked by his body. I stuttered in my thrusts, trying to feel for control, but I was lost. I’d wanted him from the moment he’d first sat on my lap and now I had him. My mind and body were not going to let go.

I fell forward, still pumping into him, my orgasm climbing to a height in my mind I rarely reached. It built and built until I was gasping.

“Kit, my baby boy. I’m coming. I’m coming hard.”

“Yes, Daddy. Fill me. I want to feel every spurt.”

I tumbled over the edge of an invisible cliff. Surely I’d never be heard from again. The world had turned to sparkle dust. Time had stopped. I heard a yell from beyond my perception that sounded like me, resonating in my voice. But that couldn’t be me, could it? I was nestled in another universe surrounded by white ecstasy.

When I opened my eyes, Kit lay beneath me, panting. My cock remained lodged inside him, still hard. My balls still sizzled with pleasure.

“Daddy. Wow. Daddy,” he groaned. “I came hands free.”

I felt a laugh rattle in my chest, but not all my senses had returned yet. It seemed like me but not, still a little out of control.

After what seemed like a minute, I rolled off Kit, my cock sliding out of him and smacking my thigh.

Kit turned and pushed me over onto the pillows, climbing onto me, his face pressing into my chest.

“Daddy, I want that again. Only slower next time. I want you inside me for a long time.”

My cock, somewhat depleted, perked up at his words. Obviously, I hadn’t had enough.

“I want to be inside you, baby boy.”

After a while, I grabbed some towels and cleaned us up. Kit went to the bathroom and came back, his hard cock bobbing. He wasn’t done, either.

“Come here.” I beckoned him with my finger.

He jumped onto the bed, seeing where I’d laid out clean towels. He grinned. “I want you again.”

“You can have me.”

He looked down at my cock, then reached out and stroked it. It was interested, but not fully hard.

“Can I suck a little until you’re ready?”

“As long as you don’t suck hard. You know I come fast if you do that.”

“I’ll be good.”

His licks and kisses taunted me all over my shaft. He treated the crown like a nipple, lightly sucking, then licking, pulling away to watch the precum drip. I was wetter there than I’d ever been since being a teenager. Kit brought that out in me. He was exceptional in every way.

I leaned back and relaxed, letting my boy play. Every muscle in my body was relaxed except one. My cock balanced on the tip of his tongue like the best treat he’d ever had.

Before long, I was fully hard again. Kit’s tongue danced along my veins and dashed into my pee hole. He was magical.

I sat up and he pulled back.

“Ready?” he asked.

I nodded. “But not until I see you’re ready.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

I made him squat with his ass toward me. I examined him with my fingers. His little hole had closed up, but it was still loose. I added lube, massaging slowly into him, happy to listen to his sighs.

I shimmied on my back between his legs and made him crouch over me so I could reach his cock and balls with my mouth.

He gasped as I sucked him and made him wet.

When I felt him jerk with an impending orgasm, I stopped, pushing him over onto his back and holding his legs in the air. He was facing me now, head nestled in the pillows, dark hair spilling all over his face.

I looked down. His ass was open. I moved between his legs and set my cockhead against it. As I looked into his eyes, I breached him once again.

This time I went slowly. I made everything last. I caressed him as I fucked. Things didn’t seem so urgent, and we could take our time.

I made love to my boy the way he had asked for and lost myself in his beautiful kisses and moans. I pulled him up to my chest and hugged him. I went still kissing him for what seemed like hours.

But then the urgency returned, and we both fought our way up to the heights again, our bodies slamming together, our breathes mingled to one breath.

This time when I plunged into him and came, my cock felt like it was bursting free for the first time. Kit’s cock, which he’d been lazily stroking, squirted a long white stream over his chest. A sweetness enveloped me, and I collapsed on top of him again, feeling his arms go around me.

“I love you, Kit.”

“I love you more, Daddy.”

That word. Now we’d both said it. My body and mind filled with warmth and light.

Our lips met. Coming down from that high wasn’t a crash but a lazy floating sensation.

Whether we wanted it or not, this was bonding. This was our beginning to a commitment I wanted for the rest of my life.