Page 3 of Reindeer Flames
"No one else seems to think so." It was true. I heard insults weekly, and not one person had said the opposite.
"I do." He pressed his legs between mine, and I felt his cock, hard and long, against my thigh. Before I had a chance to reach for it and give him some relief, he dropped to his knees on the concrete floor.
"What are you doing?"
"Worshipping you the way you deserve." He shoved my white coat up to my waist and unbuttoned my black work pants. Slowly, he slid my zipper down, revealing the dark wet spot in the middle of my navy-blue briefs.
"I knew it." His breath was hot against the fabric, and then he curled his lips around my cockhead, cloth and all. "It's just as big as the rest of you."
I swallowed hard. I wanted to stop him, to put my hands on his shoulders and push him away until he felt the same way for me as I did for him.
If we did this, my dragon would want him as part of my hoard. I didn't do casual sex.
"More, more, more,"my dragon chanted, overriding my thoughts.
Fuck yes, I wanted more. I wanted everything with Hart. If this was all I'd ever get, I would take it gladly and deal with the fallout.
He slid my pants and briefs down my legs just enough to pull my cock free. I couldn't take my gaze off him, not even to workthe buttons on my chef's coat. I accidentally flicked the first one loose, and it pinged against a locker a few feet away.
"Ah, fuck it," I said, tugging on both sides of the coat and sending the rest of the buttons flying. I let it drop to the floor behind me as I tugged my shirt up and over my head.
Hart circled the tip of my cock with his tongue and then he pulled off me with a pop. "That was sexy as fuck," he said. "Do you always rip your clothes off during sex?"
He tugged off his red T-shirt with a lightning bolt in the middle, and then he shoved down his yellow shorts and red tights, leaving only a sexy black thong. Gods, he was gorgeous.
I swallowed hard and tried to remember the question he'd asked me. "It's been a long time since I've had sex, and this is the first time I've ever done that."
"First time for everything." The skin crinkled around his eyes when he laughed. Though it never felt like Hart was laughing at me, this time I sensed he was laughing with me at our personal inside joke.
My laughter broke off on a moan when he wrapped his lips around my cock and slid most of the way down it. His throat constricted around me, and his fingers wrapped around my base. His other hand came up to grip my balls, and he moaned when his fingers slid through my slick.
He slid off my cock, his eyes liquid and almost glowing in the near dark. "You are the sexiest omega I have ever been with." He licked a stripe down my cock and between my balls. With a tug, he dragged my pants down, pinning my legs together. He grunted with frustration, but he couldn't reach my hole without taking them all the way off.
"You could come back to mine. My apartment's downstairs." My voice was so breathy, I sounded like someone else.
"Yes." He smiled up at me. "But first, I'm going to finish what I started. Your cock tastes as amazing as your cookies."
My eyes stung from the sheer sincerity of his statement. "That's the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me."
"I'm a nice guy." He took my cock in his mouth again, and I pretended I believed him. Ignoring all the red flags and alarm bells, I gave in to sensation.
In no time at all, the tingling at the base of my spine crested over my entire body. My cock spilled down his throat, and my legs shook so hard, my back slid against the lockers.
Hart wrapped his arms around my chest and hefted me up, holding me in place until the world stopped spinning around me. I leaned in, chasing our mingled breath, and he kissed me. The taste of my cum lingered on his lips. I couldn't get enough. With one hand on the back of his neck and the other on his hip, I claimed his mouth, parting his lips with my tongue and chasing the mingled tastes of cum and orange creamsicle until all I could taste was him.
Hart broke the kiss, panting. I worried we were done when he tucked me back into my pants and handed me my shirt and ruined coat.
Then I noticed his cocky smirk. "You said you live here?"
CHAPTER 2
HART
Never in a millionChristmases would I have thought I had a chance with the sexy co-owner of Silver and Gold's. The bakery outside Christmas Village was my favorite place at the North Pole. I wished I had more reasons to go there beyond my trips for Santa. It smelled delicious, like sugar, cinnamon, hot coffee, and tea spices. The walls sparkled with hints of silver and gold flecks in the opalescent paint, and the marble countertop between the glass bakery displays was my favorite place to lean and watch Silver as he mixed espresso drinks and closed his tongs around the soft cookies with such care not to pinch them or it would, "change the taste."
I knew nothing about cookies, but his were the best I'd ever tasted. The scones and cinnamon rolls, too. Every baked good held a hint of dragon's breath from their ovens, and I couldn't get enough.
Each day, Santa 30 sent a member of the sleigh team to pick up our coffee and pastry order. It was my turn every nine business days. Not often enough, in my opinion. I wanted to live there, and not only because I had a sweet tooth. I couldn't get enough of the omega dragon behind the counter.
