I continue licking him, but with the candy cane slowing teasing his ass. My tongue feathers over it, saliva dripping, the sweet minty flavor mixing with him and turning me on so bad, my balls are aching.

“Fuck…” he whimpers, squirming into the couch beneath us. “Stuff it in me.”

My lips quirk as I lick him like a ravenous fiend, gently pushing the very tip of the candy cane into his hole.

“Such a naughty boy…” I hum, eyes locked on this salacious little game we’re playing with the red and white striped confection. It nudges in just a bit, and I keep licking all the while, making sure he’s nice and wet to take it in.

“Uhhfuck…” he groans, fingers digging into the cushions. “Deeper.”

I let a little chuckle slip. “Baby, you want this candy cane all the way inside your tight ass?”

“Yes.” He’s literally writhing up against me, trying to get more, though I’m only giving him a couple of inches.

I’m not sure if you’re supposed to put candy inside you like this… But I’ll admit, even the idea of it has me pulsing out precum like no one’s business.

I give him another inch, letting go and just admiring the sight of the thick candy cane sticking out of his ass.

“That is so fucking hot…” I growl, cupping his cheeks in both of my hands. “Leave it in and come suck me, baby.”

Jesse lifts himself up on shaky arms, shifting a bit to face me, all the while with the candy cane in his ass like a plug. It’s fucking insane.

But so hot that by the time his mouth is wrapped around my dick, I’m falling to pieces.

My fingers thread in his hair, gripping and holding him as he goes to town, sucking me back into his throat, swallowing and gulping until my balls are tapping on his chin.

“You’re a dream come true, Jess,” I mumble, looking over the slope of his back before me at the candy in his ass. “The perfect naughty little Christmas wet dream.”

He moans on me, and I tug his chin to stop him before I explode down his throat. His golden eyes shimmer up at me, lips moist and trembling. Reaching behind him, I pull the candy cane out and he gasps. I toss it aside, reclining and feeling around for the bottle of lube I know is somewhere in between the couch cushions.

Jesse straddles me, and I hand him the lube, cupping his face and yanking his mouth to mine while he fumbles to open it and pour some out.

“Get us wet, baby,” I breathe hoarsely into his mouth. “Make my dick nice and slippery, then ride the orgasm out of my big cock.”