Page 27 of Make You Mine This Christmas
“Brody—” His voice sounds pained, and I think he’s about to pull back, return to the safety of the lines he’s drawn since I got back to town. “I don’t think we have time.”
My smile is wicked as I step over the edge of the tub, my body as close to his without allowing us to touch. “Let me worry about that.”
I sink to my knees, watching Austin shuttle his fist up and down his cock, unable to hold back. Encircling his wrist gently, I pull it away. I’d love to spend ages down here, taking him in, reveling in how good he’ll feel in my mouth, but he’s not wrong. Time is short, and hopefully there will be a next time.
I lean forward, and circle the head of his cock with my tongue, watching as his eyes flutter closed and his body shivers in response to the stimulation. One hand grips his thigh for leverage, and the other holds at the base of his cock, moving with my mouth as I take him deeper with each stroke. Opening my throat, the tip of his dick slides deepest yet, and my hand moves from the base of his cock to tug on his balls while I swallow. His eyes shoot open at the same time as he slaps a hand back on the wall of the shower. Eyes locked on mine, I see him starting to fray at the edges.
I’d love to bring him right to the brink then push him back to the ledge, but a voice in the back of my mind tells me, “Santa had his elf’s cock down his throat,” isn’t a great reason for holding up the crowds. My hand moves down to wrap around my own cock, stiff and leaking. I set a rhythm with my mouth and mimic with my own strokes. Austin’s other hand comes up and wraps in my hair. My grip on his thigh tightens, letting him know he can let go. Austin’s hips thrust into my mouth while I hold myself open, once, twice, and then he’s pouring down the back of my throat.
The taste of him is enough to send me over the edge. I groan with my own orgasm as I come onto the tub floor. Austin’s eyes widen as the vibrations extend his release, and I feel some of his cum start to trickle out of my mouth. My mouth slackens, letting it drip toward my chin as Austin pulls out. He swipes the trail upward with his finger, pushing on my lip until I open for him slightly. He catches every last drop from my face, making sure none of it goes to waste, and my dick starts to perk up again at the move.
Austin’s chest heaves up and down, his eyes still on mine. I push off the floor, bringing myself closer to his full height. For a moment, we say nothing. “I told you I’d still want it.”
Austin laughs and steps back under the shower stream, his eyes blinking as if to clear his mind. “A very effective demonstration to prove your point. And with your effectiveness, we may not be late after all.” He hands me the body wash, then grabs the shampoo for himself. A quick lather in his hair before he tips his head back again to wash it clean. All the while, I’m standing there in awe, and a little cold, the body wash bottle tight in my grip.
Hair rinsed, he steps out of the shower and grabs his towel off the rack, drying off before wrapping it around his waist. I’ve led us here—I need him to show me where we go next.
He jerks his head toward the stream of water he abandoned. “Get moving. We’ll talk after we’ve spent the day around small children. I promise.” With one more appreciative look at my ass, he turns and leaves the bathroom.
I jolt into action, washing my body and hair on autopilot. He’s not wrong. We barely have time for a normal shower each, let alone any bathroom recreation. Still, something twists in the bottom of my stomach. Seizing the moment seemed so right when the shower started, but now with the water starting to run cold, it’s taking my emotions with it. Was it a mistake to do this when we didn’t have time to lay down any ground rules after? Was it a good idea at all?
Leaving the shower, I hustle to my room to get dressed, trying to steer my thoughts in a more productive direction that won’t leave me a mopey Santa all day. It’s 11:15 am when I finally head to the door to grab my coat. Austin comes up behind me with two travel mugs of coffee. “I’ll call Jitters on the way over and ask them to have something for us to run in and grab. Can’t be Santa on an empty stomach.” His wink tells me he remembers what my stomach is full of, and my spirits lift. Maybe we can do this. Maybe there doesn’t need to be some big conversation.
Later, when I’ve checked in with Jimmy and am getting myself into Santa’s chair at 11:59, I almost can’t believe we’ve made it.
“I’ll take that.” Austin walks up next to me and holds out his hand for the Jitter’s bag I forgot I’m still holding.
“Oh, thanks,” I say, surprised he’s the one asking for my garbage. “No door duty today?”
“Nah,” he says. “I’d rather be over here.”
We’re still staring at each other, smiles bordering on dopey, when Minh rings the bell by the front door to signal the start of the day, and voices fill the workshop. The sugarplums dancing in my stomach are there from the prospect of some good sex, I tell myself. No other reason.
A few minutes later, Austin hits me with his megawatt smile as he helps the first child off my lap and over to Jimmy’s station. Sex sugarplums or not, I may be in big trouble.
Chapter 15
Austin
As the day wears on, I notice Brody starting to lose some of his sparkle. I don’t know anyone else can see it—the kids are still climbing off his lap smiling and laughing, thrilled with how Santa responded to what they want for Christmas. But even if he hadn’t had my dick in his mouth eight hours ago, I would know something is off.
I shoot him a subtle thumbs up behind my body when we have an hour left before closing time, and he gives a smile and a small nod, before wincing at the head movement. Migraine. I recognize the signs from when Mom would get them during her treatment. I wonder what his triggers are. Stress? Not enough to eat? Change in the weather? My stomach twists with the thought stress or food might be the cause now, as they could both be considered my fault. I keep a close watch on him for the rest of the shift. Are his eyes taking longer to open with each blink? I really might be losing it now.
The door closes behind the final family, and Brody tilts his head back against the chair and pulls his hat down over his eyes. I exchange a worried look with Jimmy and head over, putting my hand gently on his arm to try to not startle him.
“Hey, Austin,” he says, before I even say anything, his voice weary.
“How’d you know it was me?” I say, migraine temporarily forgotten.
“I’ve smelled like you all day.” His small smile calls me back to how he got that way. “The smell got stronger when you came over.” I match his smile, though it quickly turns into a frown when he grimaces again.
“Migraine, right? Let’s get moving so we can get you home.”
He sits up straight, trying to put on a game face. “No, we need to pitch in to cleanup. Friday tomorrow, means even more people than today.”
“I’m pretty sure everyone wants Santa to be in tip-top shape for a busy Friday.” My eyes bounce around the room, and as expected, most everyone is listening in, before taking in his grey expression again. “I’m pretty sure they’d want you to go home and get some rest.” I’m ready to plead with my eyes for support, but everyone’s nodding when I look back up.
Brody realizes all eyes are on us too. “Okay, but coffees are on me tomorrow.”
