Declan’s dick tasted so damn good. I couldn’t get enough of it, especially since he was filling my mouth with his precome, the taste a salty-sweet mixture that was getting me drunk off him. I lapped it all up, swallowing whatever he gave me, wanting more of it. He was thick, so I had to stretch my jaw to fit him in all the way. I could almost make it down to his balls before the head of his cock smacked against my tonsils, making me pull back up. I wasn’t a quitter, though, stroking whatever of him I couldn’t fit in my mouth while I tried swallowing him whole. His delicious moans powered me on.

I was the freaking Energizer Bunny on Declan right now, and I was sure to keep sucking and sucking and sucking.

“That feels so fucking good, Andrew. I love to see your mouth stuffed with my cock.”

His words threw gasoline on an already raging fire. I went for it and deep-throated Declan, swallowing him down like a trained sword swallower. I looked up into his eyes as my nose was buried in his soft hair, his scent overwhelming my senses and sending a wave of need crashing through me. It made my own dick throb painfully against my pants. I started to rub myself over the fabric, still keeping my lips wrapped around Declan, relishing in the way he groaned and gyrated his hips, pushing himself as far as he could.

I pulled back, gasping for air, a smile wide on my face as I looked into Declan’s breathtaking gaze. No matter from what angle you were looking at the guy, he always managed to look like an Adonis walking amongst us regular folk.

“Get up,” he said, his voice deep and sounding just as needy as I felt. “Take off your clothes.”

I wasn’t going to keep him (or my throbbing dick) waiting any longer. I stood up, my mouth already feeling empty with Declan’s dick inside of it. I took a few steps back, my eyes on his. From the corner of my eye, I could see Declan playing with himself. I didn’t want to look directly because I felt like his cock would have Medusa’d me right into coming.

This is crazy. Insane. I’m in a holidaze, and I need holi-help.

But I’d get that later. Right now, I was performing a striptease in the middle of an artificial candy cane forest inside a huge barn with Christmas only two days away. Oh, and it was all for my previously fake and now very real boyfriend.

Crazy. So damn crazy.

Declan’s smirk was smoldering like a basket of hot coal.

And sooo damn hot.

I pushed aside all the insanity and focused on the insanely hot man in front of me. I had to drop my eyes and admire the way he held that thing. He was huge, and he was stroking himself slowly, using my saliva as lube. Declan’s entire form was on full display, and it was driving me wild. He hadn’t been wearing any underwear (which I had noticed earlier and was proven right, by the way… in case anyone thought my dick-spotting abilities were rusty), and that only made this even hotter. My pulse was racing as I worked off my shirt and tossed it to the side, the collar hooking onto a nearby candy cane.

“Impressive,” Declan said. He licked his lips and started to stroke himself a little faster. I watched him as he slid his thumb over the head and lifted it, a string of clear precome trailing with him. I almost fainted. Literally, right there and then. I almost couldn’t take the sight.

“Wait until you see my candy cane.” My head quirked to the side as I heard myself. “That sounded horrible,” I said, laughing, already botching the striptease. “My dick isn’t striped red and white.”

“Annd it’s not hook-shaped. I would know.”

“Nope, it’s not.” I could feel my cheeks getting red. “See, terrible comparison.” And now how the hell was I supposed to salvage this ruined tease?

“Please, Andrew. You could pull your pants down right now and pull out a full Christmas tree with blinking lights and everything and I would think it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world.” His eyes were pinning me in place, a low and sexy laugh coming from his throat. “Besides, my dick is actually red and white, and if you suck it long enough you can whittle it down to a sharp point, so keep going.”

I almost snorted but kept my laugh under control. And there it was, Declan taking control and pulling me out of my self-made pit of awkwardness. I forged onward, moving my hips to a song playing in my head, my hand running over my still-stiff dick, pushing it down and emphasizing just how hard I was for Declan. He was making me this way, and I wanted him to know.

He bit his lower lip, making the pink flesh turn pale. He was squeezing his cock harder, stroking a little faster. It was my turn to take control of something.

“Stand up,” I said. “And take these off for me.”

The look on his face said it all. He seemed a little surprised and soo turned on. I arched a brow, smirked, and dropped my eyes down at the obvious tent being pitched in my pants.

Well, at least that makes up for my dumbass candy cane–dick metaphor.

“Since you asked so nicely…” Declan said, dropping to his knees and crawling over to me. It was another sight that almost undid me right there and then.

I kept my premature orgasm at bay, though, focusing on those beautiful green eyes as he reached me. He put his hands on my hips and rubbed his face in my crotch, mouthing over the bulge, looking up at me with lust-filled eyes. Then, with his teeth alone, he gripped my zipper and pulled it down, grinning up at me as he did it.

With my zipper down, he didn’t take much longer to get the rest of my clothes off, my hard dick springing up and almost smacking him in the face.

“Whoops,” I said, chuckling.

“You almost gave me a concussion.”

“A…”

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

Don’t say it.

“Cock-cussion, you mean?”

I said it.

Declan looked up at me for a brief moment, his expression pretty blank, before he burst out into a laugh. He laughed so hard that he had to crouch over, holding his belly, his cock bouncing up and down with the laughs. It was both a relief and kind of a turn-on.

“That’s a good one,” he said when the laughs subsided, his hand wrapping around the base of my dick. “I don’t think I’ve laughed like that in a while. And definitely not when I’m naked, on my knees, with my lips—” He started to kiss the head. “—all over—” Down my shaft. “—the sexiest—” Down my balls. “—goddamn—” Up to my hip. “—man I’ve ever seen.”

It was sensual and sensational and so freaking sexy. Declan was pure man, with strong, muscular shoulders and his powerful chest and his big biceps and that throbbing manhood between his huge thighs. And all of that man was now on his knees, worshipping my body, making me see stars when there were none around.

Then his warm, wet mouth sucked me in and I flew past the stars.

“Ohhh,” I said, words failing me as Declan slowly worked more of me into his mouth. His hands came around to play with my cheeks, spreading them, exposing me like he had done the last time. My hole pulsed with a needy desire to have his fingers against me again. Inside me again.

But his tongue, holy shit, his tongue was working magic on me, driving out any other thoughts. All my focus went down to my dick as Declan took all of me.

“God, Deck, I’m so close,” I warned, already feeling the edge against my toes.

He looked up at me and, with a devilish grin, stopped sucking me off. He got up, pulling the same torture crap I had done on him earlier.

Our dicks battled for space between us, the heat consuming us both. I pushed against Declan, loving how he felt against me, the sticky wet head of his cock leaking onto my belly. His hands were back on my ass, massaging, kneading, spreading. A finger slid down my crack, over my tight hole. I pushed myself even harder onto Declan as we kissed, a moan rising deep down in my chest.

“Turn around,” he said, the command back in his tone. I did as told, turning for him, my dick jutting out like a damn flagpole. I could feel the smear of precome on my stomach, and I could see the shiny streak across my skin.

“Bend over,” he said, and again, I did just as he asked, feeling a bolt of ecstasy flood my system. I bent over onto the bench, my palms flat on the wood, my ass back in the air. His hands spread my ass apart, and then Declan spit. I jerked forward at first, surprised by the sudden warm and wet sensation, but instantly melting back as Declan’s hands held me open for him.

That was when I felt his tongue against me and I completely lost it. Sounds started to fall out of my mouth, sounds I had never made before and didn’t even know I could make.

“Fuuuck, Andrew, you’re so sexy.” And then his tongue was back to circling my wet hole, lapping up and down and then back to circles. Every muscle in my body felt like it was spasming as the pleasure took over. My dick was fully cosplaying as a broken faucet, precome leaking out of me with every surge of ecstasy that came from Declan eating my ass.

“God, Deck, I can’t—I’m so close to coming.”

Declan stood up behind me, replacing his wet tongue with the head of his hard cock.

I could feel my ass pulsing. There was an intense heat running through me, a heat I’d never felt before. It was making me sweat, beads of moisture running down my forehead.

Declan rubbed himself on me then. A moan escaped from both of us, his cock spreading my cheeks apart. I pushed back on him, another moan getting pulled from deep in my chest as I felt his hardness against my hole. I still had my hand wrapped firmly around my stiff dick, but I stopped stroking because I knew another second of sensation and I would blow.

“Fuck, Declan,” I said, rubbing myself on him, up and down, the heat inside me spreading, growing stronger. “God that feels so good. You against me—fuuuck.”

“Mmm,” Declan said, his hands running up and down my sides. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

“Come for me, Declan. I want to feel you shoot all over my back.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhmm,” I said, begging. “Please.” I pushed my ass back onto him. His cock spread my cheeks and rubbed against my hole. My entire body tensed, my own release seconds from tearing through me. I returned a tight fist to my cock, giving a few more strokes as Declan slapped his meaty length against my ass, a sharp and pleasure-filled sting accompanying the sound of skin on skin and pushing me right off the edge.

“I’m gonna come, Deck, I’m gonna—”

“Me too, baby.” And with a chorus of animalistic sounds, the both of us blew. I could feel the ropes of Declan’s come all the way on the back of my neck, my own seed spilling onto the ground in audible splats. Our bodies spasmed and rocked with each seemingly endless orgasmic wave.

Thankfully, there was an end to it, only because I didn’t want to be one of those people on TLC’s weird medical shows with an infinite orgasm. As great as that sounded for the first five minutes, I could see how it got tiring after that.

I straightened myself up, feeling Declan’s warm come dripping down my back, falling all the way down onto my ass.

“I think you got a headshot,” I joked, turning around to face him. He was smiling, a glow in his eyes that I knew matched the one I was feeling inside me.

“Sorry about that; I’m a shooter,” he said, laughing.

“I can feel that,” I replied, reaching over and grabbing Declan’s still swollen cock, making him twitch and shake in my grip. I let go and grabbed my discarded pair of underwear. “Here, can you use this to help clean me up?”

“Of course,” Declan said, grabbing the briefs from me and turning me around. He wiped me up, gently and softly, and then we cleaned my mess on the floor.

With all the evidence gone, we tugged our pants back on and slumped down onto the bench, leaving our shirts off. I cuddled into Declan’s side as he put a heavy and comforting arm around me.

We stayed like that for a while, both catching our breath, both of us complete Jell-O. I’d never been this spent after sex, and that was saying something since we didn’t even get to the main course. Which led to me thinking of just how much I wanted to take Declan inside me and have him claim me, leave his mark, make me his. It was such a strong need, I felt my cock start twitching back into action.

“Well, we can officially say we hooked up in a candy cane forest,” Declan said.

I nodded against him. “Mhmm. Guess being voted as ‘most likely to hook up in a candy cane forest’ in my high school yearbook wasn’t as crazy as I first thought.”

Declan’s chest lifted with his laughs. “I was voted ‘most likely to be catfished,’ and that’s actually real.”

“No way,” I said, sitting up on the bench, laughing.

“It was a joke my friends decided to pull on me. It was after I showed them pictures of my first girlfriend, some girl I’d been talking to online for a few weeks.”

“Annnd?” I asked.

“And my friends broke down laughing when I showed them the picture because it was a badly photoshopped picture of Angelina Jolie.”

“Are you Angelina Jo-kidding me?”

“Angelinope. I was a mixture of really hopeful and a little naïve back then.”

“Aww,” I said, laughing and also feel a little bad for teenage-Declan. “That’s why you never talk to strangers over the internet.”

“I learned that lesson,” Declan said, smiling. “What if it actually was Angelina Jolie, though?”

“Then I’d have to be fighting the Tomb Raider for my man,” I said, grinning, falling back into Declan’s side.

“You’d do that for me?”

“I’d fight Lara Croft, Donkey Kong, Bowser, Princess Peach, whoever the hell I have to—I’ll fight them to get to you.”

Declan’s chest rose and dipped as he laughed. “I’d do the same for you, just so you know.”

We fell into a conversation about our love for video games, which branched out into a multitude of different other topics. Soon, though, we were bringing things back home as the conversation turned toward Declan’s family drama and the still unsolved thieving spree. It was something that I could see weighed heavy on Declan, and it was beginning to weigh heavy on me, too. I was getting filled with a drive to solve the issue for him and his mom, and I wondered if that was how Zane and the rest of the detectives felt at Stonewall when they were working a case.

“I’m going to talk to him,” Declan said. “I’m going to confront Tyler and see what he says. He can’t think on his feet; if he’s really guilty, I’m sure he’ll crack right there.”

“You think?”

“I hope.”

I sighed, feeling like something wasn’t adding up for me. “What if it isn’t Tyler?”

“Then I keep on looking for who’s behind this shit.”

“I mean, it’s gotta be someone close to your mom, someone in her inner circle since it’s been happening for so long. I can’t see some random thief targeting and stealing from your mother for five years.”

“No, you’re absolutely right. It has to be someone she knows.”

“Do you suspect any of her friends?”

“My mom’s the head of a global luxury hotel chain; she’s got an endless amount of ‘friends.’”

“This is true.” I looked around, as if the answer was going to be written across one of the candy cane stripes. “How about Brooke?” Her name popped into my head and had to come out. “She’s part of the family and seems to be close to your mom. I can see her going over and slipping off to the bathroom long enough to grab things.”

Declan chewed his lip. “I’ve thought about it,” he admitted. “But I don’t know… I can’t see her robbing from my mom, which obviously doesn’t mean much, but still.”

“I get it,” I said.

“She was a lot closer to me at first, when Bill and my mom first starting seeing each other. We’re close in age, and she seemed to click really well with me. But I don’t know, something flipped somewhere and this icy persona developed.”

“Well—and I’m just throwing this out there—but what if Brooke started stealing from your mom and realized she couldn’t stay close with you? And what if somehow she learned about the existence of those cameras—maybe your mom mentioned something? She could easily figure a way to get around them.”

“It’s possible…” Declan said, his voice trailing off. “But still, I don’t think Brooke’s tech-savvy enough to alter camera footage, or savvy enough in general to sneak around them. She didn’t help with the installation, so how would she even know about the cameras? I didn’t even know about the cameras.”

That was true, it was unlikely that Brooke knew about the cameras but even then… “I don’t know, Declan. Something’s not sitting well with me.” There was a faint thought that was trying to swim to the surface of my postorgasm mush of a brain. In the far, faaar, recess of my brain, I could feel something crucial trying to break free. For a second I thought I had it, reflected by my open mouth and perked-up expression, but I quickly snapped my mouth shut and slumped back into Declan’s strong arms.

“What does she do for money again?”

“Um, well, no one really knows…”

“I don’t know Declan, my jingle bells are ringing.”

“Jingl—ohh, ‘warning bells,’” Declan said, laughing. “Yeah, mine too, babe. Mine too.”

And we went back to our comfortable silence, each of us lost in our own thoughts, a powerful sense of peace settling inside me, as if this was exactly where I needed to be and with who I needed to be.