Page 32 of Santa's Wish
Santa rolled his hips again and sighed. "Fuck, that sounds wonderful. It's been ages since anyone kissed my hole."
My face burned as my mind conjured the mental image of me doing just that, kissing and licking at his hole.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
"How would you prefer?"
His professional demeanor, or what I assumed was the act he put on at work, crumbled. He smirked and a light tinge of pink ghosted across his cheekbones.
"Like this." He wiggled his ass, and his hole glistened with lube. He crawled forward on his hands and knees to the end of the bed, giving me room to kneel behind him, steadying my hands on his hips. It wasnow or never. I'd never gotten this close to fucking anyone before, and Santa wasn't trying to run. He looked back over his shoulder again and winked. "Any time, sweetness."
I grabbed the packet of lube and spread it on my cock. I was beyond ready for this. The lightest touch across my oversensitive skin had me seeing sparks along the edges of my vision. I squinted my eyes shut, but I couldn't keep them that way. I loathed to hurt Santa with any clumsy movements.
I lined up my cock with his entrance and pushed against it. Despite his prep, the resistance was more than I'd anticipated. Santa tried to help by wiggling his hips and pressing against my intrusion. Finally, the head of my cock was inside him. I suppressed a groan, and he hummed his approval. He reached for me with both hands, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him until I was buried inside him to the hilt.
I stared at the way his hole stretched around my cock and swallowed hard. We were really fucking. This was it, no more virginity! I hadn't expected to feel so awestruck. Santa was a veritable sex god, and here I was, fucking him for free when everyone else had to pay for it.
Santa glanced at me over his shoulder and smirked. "You okay back there?"
"Wonderful."
"You can move. I won't break."
"I know, but—" I wasn't ready. If I moved, I would come too soon. It wasn't enough to say I'd lost my virginity. I was a fucking gentleman, after all. I wanted to give as good as I got. I hoped Santa would remember me as a decent lay despite my inexperience.
The desire to do well and the quick rebound after my first orgasm of the night pulled me back from the edge. I would do this right.
I pulled out, and Santa rocked his body forward until I almost came out of him. "There. I love the way your head rubs against my hole, just like that."
I couldn't imagine any of my prior hookup attempts being this communicative. When our movements became too frenzied for speech, Santa guided me with his movements, increasing or decreasing speed.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, Santa pulled away from me, using his vampire speed and strength to push me onto my back. He straddled me, his hands planted on my chest, and he sank back onto my cock.
"Better than I imagined," he said. My hands strayed back to his hips, but he reached down and guided my hand to his leaking cock. I jerked him in time with our thrusts, loving the synchronicity of our movements. I fucked into him, and he fucked into my grip.
"Gonna come." He stared down at me with a lookalmost like awe. I doubted his clients got to see this side of him.
I reached for him with my free hand, leaning up for a kiss, needing to feel his warmth. His cock jerked in my hand, and warm cum spilled between my fingers.
I'd ignored my own need until now, but the moment his channel spasmed around me, I was a goner. When Santa lowered himself on top of me, his hips still rolling along with my thrusts, pleasure crested over me. I lost all control of my body. My hips stuttered and stopped while my cock painted his insides.
It was the best orgasm I'd ever had. I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath, wondering how anyone else could compare. While I was sure people changed positions sometimes during sex, I doubted they did it so effortlessly.
Santa's vampire speed got the better of me again, or maybe I'd lost consciousness after the amazing release. Before the motion registered in my addled brain, he'd shifted behind me, becoming the big spoon and cradling me against his chest. He rubbed his thumb over my sensitive nipple and kissed my nape.
"Fuck, sweetness," he whispered. "I knew it would be good, but you are truly a gift."
"Merry Christmas?" I grunted, the closest I could get to a laugh in my exhausted state.
"Ha. Want to go to a Christmas party with me? It'son Christmas Eve, so I understand if you'll be spending time with your family."
"We spend Christmas Day together, but I planned on taking the first train in the morning and coming home before dark."
Santa pulled me tighter. I swore I felt the press of his fangs on my neck before he spoke. "Perfect. The party starts at eight."
A moment later, I remembered he'd asked me a question, and I hadn't exactly answered. I considered my mind sufficiently blown. "I'd love to go with you."
"Thank you. It's mostly vampires, but I promise you'll be safe. We'll have fun." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me.
