His orgasm sprays all over us, on my abs and my chest, right up to where his face is. With his parted lips quivering, he catches some in his mouth, leaning down as much as he can to lick it off of me.

“Fuck yes, baby…” I hiss, a tremor in my nuts like an earthquake shoving me up to the edge. “Come in your own mouth. Eat up all that orgasm, sweet boy.”

He grunts and gasps and moans, licking and licking until he’s finally done shooting off. Then he slopes back up to my lips, kissing me fast. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and I accept it graciously, sucking out the flavor of his cum.

“Baby, fuck me… I’m coming.”

The climax descends over me like a monsoon, my balls pulsing, dick pouring spurts of hot cum up into his ass.

“Fuuck, Daddy… I feel you. I feel you coming in me,” he whines, shivering in my arms, barely moving his hips any more.

He’s just tightening on me, gripping my shaft and accepting every drop as I come deep inside him.

“Baby… my sweet, delicious, beautiful boy.” My fingers are treasuring him, touching him sensually, our lips melting together, the sounds of us breathing ragged pants filling the room.

Hearts beating together, the way they always have. We’re meant to be together, just like this.

Fuck wrong and right, fuck anyone who says otherwise.

“You’re mine, Jess,” I whisper, breathing in his scent, my lips dancing on the warm, sticky skin of his neck. “As long as I have you in my arms, my life is complete.”

He lets out a sated sigh. “That’s all I need.”

Chapter 16

It’s Christmas Eve. And I’m officially predictable as fuck.

Because not only am I super excited about it, but I’m also spending the entire day cooking.

I know. No one is surprised.

The thing is, though, this holiday officially means more to me than in it used to. Sure, it’s always been my favorite. Something about the decorations, the lights, the presents, and the sweet goodies…

Even without the snow we used to get back home, we’ve still managed to turn our home into our own little tropical wonderland.

But now, it’s more than just the most fun holiday. It’s also an anniversary.

One year ago today, my adoptive father and I did something we most certainly were not supposed to do. And it changed our lives forever, which is to be expected.

It changed our lives for the better.

I don’t care if other people would see it that way or not. Living down here in St. Barth has allowed us to really be ourselves. To be Jesse and James, partners in love.

I think that is definitely worth celebrating.