His lips curl at the corner. “No need to be so Grinchy, James.” I narrow my gaze at him, and he chuckles. “It’s Christmas. And I love baking. I want to be able to share these awesome sweets with people who will appreciate them.”

I nod as he wiggles out of my arms, but not without first pressing a soft kiss on my chest. He goes back to scooping the cookies off the baking sheet, arranging them with the others as he prepares to decorate them.

Watching him move effortlessly around the kitchen, I have this urge inside… And not the one I usually get. To cover him in icing and eat him alive.

This one is more like a fervent need to fulfill him. To give him everything he could ever desire; whatever he needs to be happy.

Since we moved here, we’ve sort of just been living vacation life, like we’re retired or something. With the money I got for selling the business, we’re comfortable. I know I’ll need to start bringing in some money at some point, but I won’t need much to finance our lives down here. More than anything, finding a job would just be something to keep me busy.

But Jesse is so young. He can’t possibly just spend his time catering to me, and riding my dick until my balls are drained empty, no matter how much he loves it. He needs a project. A purpose.

Back in Maine, his plan was to take some culinary classes, and maybe start working at a restaurant. He could do that here. But is that still what he wants?

Jesse deserves the world. I don’t want to stifle him and his potential success. I want to be the one to give him the world, and all the opportunities he would have had if we hadn’t moved here.

Hopefully, my Christmas surprise will make that happen…

“Can I help?” I ask him, inching over, resting my chin on his shoulder and watching, captivated, while he works.

“Wanna decorate some dicks?” He grins up at me.

“Always,” I hum, and he laughs.

Spinning, he hands me a bag of icing. Then he takes another one, showing me how to use it to decorate the cookies, making them look all fancy.

I try to do one myself, muttering, “Like this?”

He pauses, his eyes flitting between the cookie and me. “That’s the ugliest dick I’ve ever seen.” He chuckles while I scowl.

“Rude.” I smirk, and he elbows me. Lifting the bag, I move it up to his lips, squeezing out a dollop of white icing. He’s shaking with laughter while I lean in, sucking the sweetness off his mouth. “That better?”

“Mmm… so much better,” he rasps.

He licks his lips, squeezing some icing onto my nipples, and I’m cackling. Shoving me into the counter, he sighs while lapping the frosting off of me.