Page 30 of Santa's Wish
"Still all right?" he asked. A hint of glistening white peeked between his lips.
"Is that?—"
"Yes, my fangs. Do you want me to stop?" He continued to run his fingertips over my ribs.
"No. Never. Please."
His hands slid lower, still drawing circles on my sensitive flesh. He teased with every touch, drawing me closer to the edge. He untied my lounge pants and slid them down, exposing the soft white cotton of my underwear and the wet spot where my cock head rested against them.
I fully expected him to rip the pants off me, but he left them and my underwear on. He tugged them down with both hands and slipped one inside, cupping my balls. His blunt fingernails pressed against my taint, and I hissed.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Don't stop."
He leaned forward, finally placing his mouth within striking distance of my cock. I held my breath, waiting for him to make contact.
He glanced up at me and smirked. "Breathe, Boz. Idon't mean to make you wait, but I don't want you to pass out."
"You promised to blow my mind." I sucked in a breath before continuing. "If I pass out, that's a win for you."
He shook his head, but his gaze never left mine. "You're not allowed to pass out until your third orgasm."
Third? I couldn't hide my surprise.
"You thought I would stop at one?"
"Two, maybe. What if I can't get it up again for three?"
He chuckled, and my balls tingled in his palm. "You've never been with a vampire, so I'm going to let that insult slide."
"I've never been with anyone," I reminded him.
He swallowed hard. "I know. That's why you've gotta breathe for me, sweetness. Rocking your world would be a lot harder if you were unconscious."
I eased back against the couch cushions, and he leaned forward. He kept his free hand beneath my shirt, tweaking my nipples. He dipped lower, never taking his gaze off me as he stretched out his pink tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip.
I swallowed mid-moan, almost choking on it. Fuck, he was so hot. As hard as it was to keep my eyes open when he sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth, I didn't dare blink for fear he would disappear, and Iwould wake from a wonderful, albeit incomplete dream.
Not a dream, not when he took my cock to the back of his throat, all hot suction and the shiver of fangs along my skin. I'd never had anyone else's mouth on me, so I had nothing to compare it to, but the feel of sharp teeth along my most sensitive flesh pushed me to the edge far too soon.
I tried every trick I knew to suppress my orgasm, but every swirl of Santa's expert tongue sent me flying higher. He sucked me down and hummed around my cock. I swore I saw the galaxy, maybe the whole universe, swirling around me.
"I'm gonna—" I tapped his shoulder, but it was too late.
Santa pulled me even closer, shoving my cock further down his throat. Every muscle in my body tensed with my release, and I fell forward. I clutched Santa's shoulders at the last possible moment, so I didn't fall on top of him or dislodge my cock from his sharp mouth.
He made broken sounds and patted my thigh with his free hand. It took me a few moments of managing my breath to recognize the muffled vocalization. He was laughing.
I released his shoulders and fell backward, wishing the couch cushions would swallow me up already.
"It's a good thing I don't have to breathe." Santa’svoice was low and rumbly after I'd bruised his throat with my cock.
"Did I hurt you?"
"What? No! I wanted to swallow it all, and you gave me a lot, that's all."
"Oh." All the blood that had been filling my cock now rushed to my face. "Oh! I mean, thank you. That was amazing."
