Covering my nipples are a green and a red bow. His eyes lock on mine as he slides his finger between them, running it down my abs to my navel. Around my waist, there’s a string of something I made…

His eyebrow arches, and I hum, “That’s mistletoe, you know…”

He bites his lip. “Is it now?”

I nod, and he lets out a growly sound, lowering his mouth to my chest this time. He kisses all over me, but doesn’t remove the bows, licking the lines of my pecs, then making a trail through my abs to where the string of mistletoe is around my waist. He nips and nuzzles in my happy trail, and I’m just dying.

I’m already keyed up so tight, my dick hard and pushing against the candy cane wrapping paper around it.

It’s kind of hilarious that the paper is decorated with candy canes… after what happened last night.

Guess it was meant to be.

James is eyeing my dick, meticulously wrapped up in paper with a smaller silver bow atop my shaft. It’s moving in there as it grows and swells, becoming engorged from his teasing touch and just the way he’s staring at it.

I tug my lip between my teeth as his fingers gently brush along the paper. I gasp, and his gaze springs briefly to mine.

“This is a big present…” he rumbles, casually touching me, fingertips grazing down to my balls. Another soft sound leaves me, my eyes observing the way his broad chest is fluttering with heavy breaths, the outline of his thick cock showing itself from within his pants. “I can’t wait to unwrap it.”

Then he slowly tears into the paper, freeing my cock. It’s already hard as stone, sort of bursting out as he whips the paper off to the side, humming and settling in between my legs.

“It’s just what I wanted.” He grins up at me, and I chuckle. “How did you know?”

“I took a guess.” My tongue touches to my top teeth.

“And the mistletoe…” He runs his hands up and down my thighs, massaging them as he goes. It feels so good, my eyelids are drooping. “Right above it. I guess that means I’m supposed to kiss…”

I’m watching in eager fascination as his mouth lowers to the head of my dick, pressing a soft kiss on the fleshy crown. I can’t help but whimper, and he does it again, slower this time, kissing the tip of my cock sensually, the way he kisses my lips.

His tongue extends as he does, fluttering the underside of my head, on that sensitive spot that makes my entire cock move. He grins wide.

“I think he likes that…”

I gulp, burning up and panting. “He definitely does.”