Claimed Before Christmas

His release

11

I won’t last long like this, but I don’t care. I’ll make sure he finds his release after, but right now I have to be as close to him as possible. My pulse is hammering. It’s like I haven’t been with him four times already today.

The primal need for him is overwhelming. I look down at where we’re joined, seeing how he reacts to me, he is slick and wanting me like always.

The air in the empty garage is thick with the sound of our breathing , grunting and the heavy, rhythmic thud of our bodies meeting.

Once again, he’s perfect, taking all of me and wanting more. He’s completely open to me, and the sensation of him tight around me is nearly enough to break my resolve. I thrust home one last time, losing myself completely as I fill him with everything I have. He shudders under me, pulling every last drop of my release from me. When it’s over, I stay seated behind his lean body for a moment, catching my breath, before I pull back and help him turn around.

I drop to my knees in front of him. Julian’s shorts are still tangled around his legs, but I don’t need much room. I need to show him exactly how much I want him.

I focus entirely on him, my hands gripping his hip and putting them over my shoulder as he gasps, his head falling back. I take his c**k into my mouth he tastes like the two of us mixed together, and I f*****g love it. The sound of his moans echoing in the garage has me on edge all over again—a fresh wave of desire hitting me instantly.

It doesn't take long before he’s tensing up, lost in the pleasure I’m giving him. He breaks for me, his body trembling as he finds his peak.

I pull back and see a dazed, beautiful smile on his face as he tries to breathe. I smile back, but I’m not done. I guide him back toward the hood of the car.

“elias... seriously? Again?”

“Just once more, Julian. I promise.” We both know that’s a lie, because neither of us can seem to get enough of the other.

I take him there on the hood of the SUV, balancing between the urge to be steady and the desperate need to claim him so thoroughly he won't be able to think of anything else tomorrow. I want him to feel me every time he takes a step. I grab him firmly, pulling him against me as I move. The way he fits against me is absolutely perfect.

The need to lose myself in him again is so strong I feel like a kid with his first crush. It only takes a few minutes before I’m spent once more, leaving all of myself inside him.

When I finally pull away, I’m a mess, but I don’t give a damn. I just tuck myself back into my jeans, the seeds of our lovemaking and warmth still burning on my skin. I help Julian pull himself together, since his legs are visibly shaking. Once he’s steady, I kiss him on the nose and then deeply on the mouth.

“So, what do you think of the new place?”

He lets out a breathless laugh and makes an exaggerated motion of looking around the dark, empty garage. “I love it.”

I don't take my eyes off him as I whisper, “Me too.”

Julian

I pull on the library door at the resort, but it doesn't budge. A sign taped to the glass reads: ‘Library closed for Homecoming Dance Committee meeting until the end of the day. Study hall relocated to Room 213.’ Great. I don’t know why I agreed to finish out my senior year here at the resort. I could have graduated last year, but my dad l reminded me of everything I’d "miss"—the dances, the ceremony, the "normal" teenager stuff.

I’m far from normal, but I know my mom isn't ready for me to leave yet. To her, I’m still the kid she almost lost. Father always wanted a big family, and with the way things are going between me and Elías, that might be a reality sooner than he thinks—just not the way he expects. I head down the hall toward Room 213. I only took two classes this term, and neither of them are subjects I actually care about. Opening the study hall door, I freeze when six pairs of eyes immediately snap to me.

I feel a heat creep into my cheeks as they linger on me. Corie is among them, and he gives me a smug, knowing nod. It takes everything I have not to roll my eyes. I can’t believe he’s still letting people think he’s the one who marked me. I’ve only been with him and his gym team for a week, and everything feels different. Last year, if I’d walked into this room, no one would have looked up from their phones. Now, six of the star gymnastics players are staring at me like I’m a puzzle they’re dying to solve.

“Julian?”

My heart skips a beat. I know that voice better than my own. I look over to see Elías sitting at a desk, but my eyes quickly shift to Miss Cart, who is perched on the corner of his desk. She’s leaning in close, being far too flirtatious with my Elías, and it makes me grit my teeth.

“Sorry, Coach library, the library was...” My voice trails off as I realize the players are still staring. They don't know I'm the heir to this resort, they think I'm here to support the team like other school mates. I’m not used to the attention, and I don't want it. I’ve always preferred the shadows, especially in this building.

“Why don’t you come up to the front and take a seat?” he says, cutting me off before I have to explain. He shoots a sharp, warning glance toward the back of the room where Corie and his teammates are huddled, then looks back at me. His eyes are like flint, and I don’t need to be a genius to read the silent command: Don't you dare sit anywhere near them.