Page 38 of Make You Mine This Christmas
“I think I might be gaining one. Stay still.” I push up from the floor and walk to the bathroom.
“Where are you going?” he calls after me.
I’m back a moment later with some paper towels in my hand. “Jimmy has a point. And I intend for things to get a little sloppy.” My eyes zero in on where his fist is pumping up and down his length in slow, steady strokes. “I said to stay still.”
He shrugs, a cockiness of his own rising on his face. “I felt you left some room for interpretation.”
“Lawyers.” I set the napkins down and slam to my knees in front of him. My hand replaces his, my grip tight, causing him to wince before fucking his hips up into my fist.
“Former lawyers,” he responds, the word ending in a gasp as I bring my tongue to taste the pre-cum I left waiting, making sure to tongue his slit while I’m there. He looks down his nose at me.
I lick a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, my hand reaching up to tug on his balls. He gasps, one hand tangling with mine resting on his thigh as his eyes fall closed. He grips tight as I do it again.
“Look at you,” I say, my tongue licking a circle around the head of his cock. “They may get you as Santa.” I yank his hips forward so his ass is off the front of the chair, putting a crick in his neck to keep his eyes, now open, firmly on me. I stick my finger in my mouth and lick it slowly before running it down his cock, over his balls, and pressing firmly behind his balls. My tongue makes another circle around his cockhead before I speak again. “But no one else gets to see you like this.” I swallow his cock next, taking him as far into my throat as I can on one go.
“Ugh,” he grunts as I swallow around him.
“Only you,” he grits out, the grip on my hand tightening. His other hand grips the arm of the chair so hard I think it might creak.
A few more bobs and I pull off, pleased with the strand of saliva that connects my mouth to his cock when I do. Like I wanted, sloppy.
“That’s right. Mine,” I say, locking my eyes on his. “Now, I want you to fuck my mouth, Santa. Like you belong on the naughty list too.” My gaze never leaves his as I lower my mouth onto him, keeping it loose around his cock, waiting for him to take control.
Brody’s hand leaves mine, and he stands up. He towers above me, staring. “God, you look so good on your knees for me.”
My cock, which I’ve done a decent job of ignoring until now, twitches in my tights. His eyes move downward as I pull my shirt up and pull my tights and briefs down until I can grip my cock and give it a few strokes. Brody nods in approval before tangling his hands in my hair. And that’s all the warning I get before he pulls his hips back and pistons into my mouth, his cock entering my throat. He sets a quick rhythm, and I kneel there, letting him use my mouth while I stroke myself at the same punishing pace. The hat finally falls off his head with his harsh movements. Both of my hands go to his thighs as he continues to fuck my mouth, my eyes watering. Fuck, I’m closer to the edge than I thought and move on hand to grip the base of my cock tight to stop from decorating the carpet.
“You’re. Mine. Too.” He grunts before thrusting one last time and holding himself there, filling my throat with his cum. I can’t swallow it fast enough, and some dribbles past my lips as he pulls out.
“Where are those napkins?” he asks. I feel around and hand him one. But instead of wiping my face, he sidesteps and kneels next to me. He wipes the saliva and cum off my face and brings his hand to my cock, using the mixture to jack me off. I groan and watch his hand move, right back to the edge again.
“Brody, fuck,” I grit out and he gets the napkin up in time, like we’re teenagers trying not to stain our sheets. But instead, we’re trying not to stain a Santa suit or the carpet in front of Santa’s chair.
Once my release is wrapped in another napkin and safely set to the side, Brody sits up on his knees and brings me with him, putting his hand on my face. He leans in and kisses me deeply, mixing the taste of his release with the taste of him. It creates an intoxicating cocktail.
The kiss slows and we part, resting our foreheads together, both breathing deeply.
“Okay, maybe not such a sexless figure, after all,” Brody says, and we both laugh. We get ourselves straightened up and finish all the resetting ourselves since I sent everyone away.
I hold out my hand for Brody’s once we’re done and lead him out the back door. After it’s locked, he starts laughing. “What?” I ask, turning with him, confused.
“So, you know how you said no one else gets to see me that way? What about hearing me?” It takes me a second, but I catch up to his train of thought. The angle of both cameras in the workshop focus on the door and the chair is out of view, thank God. Our eyes meet and I start laughing with him.
“He’s going to kill me,” I say. “Thank god these feeds aren’t monitored live.”
“All those five minutes of planning, and you didn’t think about the cameras?” Brody teases.
I pull out my phone as we walk back to the high school hand in hand, putting it on speaker.
“Hi, Cole. Listen, I think we need a second dessert for tomorrow night. What are you in the mood for?”
“What did you do?”
“I’m going to need a favor...” He sighs multiple times as I explain I need him to wipe the footage from the workshop from the time we closed until now.
“You’re lucky I love you. See you tomorrow, Brody,” he says, hanging up on me.
“Well, at least now we won’t need an icebreaker,” I say, and it’s his turn to shove me before I wrap him under my arm and press a kiss to the side of his head.
