With his eyes tracing every inch of my bare skin, I instinctively hold my breath, anticipating his next move. Crossing his arms over his chest, his smirk drops, eyes darkening.

“Crawl to me.” I just about choke on the lack of air, but my body responds to his demand. Dropping to my knees before slowly bending to rest my weight onto my palms, never taking my eyes off his.

His muscles contract, his body stiffening as his eyes remain fixated on me. Slowly, I edge forward, crawling across the dirty concrete to where he waits.

When I reach him, I sit back on my knees and wait. My body is humming with the anticipation of his next request.

He circles me like a predator toying with his prey, knowing he has already won.

Behind me, he stops. I feel his breath hot against my ear as he presses a lingering kiss to the spot behind my ear, my eyes closing.

“Climb into the cockpit. Same position.” His fingers rake through my curls before he steps back.

I hesitate for a second in front of the sleigh, thoughts flashing through my brain of fucking inside what is basically a family heirloom, but the heat of his body behind me melts away any doubts I have.

The cold leather bites into my knees as I kneel on the bench seat facing the back of the sleigh. As I lower into the position, my balls press into the seat and I bite my lip to hold in the moan that the friction elicits. My muscles feel so tense with the buildup, I feel like I’m a slight breeze away from a big problem.

The sleigh dips as Kris climbs in after me, and I look over my shoulder to watch him. Pulling the looped lights off his shoulder, he tilts his head, eyes dipping down to take an appreciative look at my ass in this new position.

When he sees me watching, his smirk comes back. Unraveling the lights, he lets the excess fall to his feet.

“If you want this to stop, we stop. At any point.” I stare at him with wide eyes.

What does he mean?

I haven’t been able to stop my imagination running wild with thoughts of how he is going to feel pushing inside me since he walked out of my office.

His face softens as he takes in my confusion.

“If anything I do makes you uncomfortable, you say the word, and it stops. Okay?” His gentleness takes me by surprise and I nod, probably looking like one of the reindeer when one of the snow mobiles gets too close. 

“I need words, Santa baby,”

“I understand.” With a slight curl of his lips, he grips my chin and pulls me in for a toe-curling kiss. As he breaks away, his teeth playfully nip at my bottom lip.

“Hands behind your back.” he orders.

I comply, locking my wrists together behind my body. He expertly weaves the lights around my hands, locking them together. A flat palm on the center of my back has my chest pressed over the top of the bench, and I am spread wide for him. Feeling the most exposed I have ever felt with another person, woman or man.

His groan has my ass clenching and the snick of the cap is the only warning I have before cool liquid runs between my cheeks. I gasp when a finger catches the drip, running it up and down the seam, lingering over my hole a little longer with each pass.

I try to stare over my shoulder to watch what he is doing, but the lights make it hard to twist myself enough to see. I can only manage to see his face as he stares, entranced as his finger circles my puckered entrance, tongue darting out to run along the seam of his lips.

“Fuck,” I groan as his finger presses in and his eyes briefly flash up to my face, taking in my expression before they snap back to his finger as he moves deeper. I feel my muscles tense refusing the intrusion but he gently shushes me, massaging my tense cheeks with the hand not currently dipping in my asshole.

“Breathe baby, you’re doing so well.”

His withdrawal has me whimpering, the emptiness now feeling unbearable.

“Please …”

I push back, offering my ass to him, and beg for more.

More cool liquid drips over my hole and his finger as he presses in, firmer this time. I wince, but the back and forth is becoming easier. He circles, rubbing his finger along my inner walls, hitting a spot that makes my forehead drop to the bench. The feeling is too good to waste strength holding my head up.

“Yes, that’s it, baby. Are you ready for more?”

I think I nod, but I’m lost in the motions and his movement. This time, when he withdraws, he adds an extra finger. Both digits fill me in a way I could never have imagined. I haven’t even touched my cock, but I can feel the impending release building.

His fingers spread, scissoring in me, preparing me.

“Fuck, my cock is dying to fuck this ass. God, you’re perfect.”

I raise my head, our eyes locking and I beg “Do it. Fuck my ass.”

His mouth drops in an ‘O’ before snapping shut, his smirk returning. He positions himself behind me, the sound of the lube squelching as he drips it into his hand. With deliberate, unhurried movements, he strokes his dick, coating it in a glossy sheen.

The head of his length rubs against my hole, the same way his finger started as I mimic the movements, desperate to feel him inside me.

“Deep breath baby. This is a lot bigger than my fingers.” I breathe in, anticipation making my legs shake. As I exhale, he slides himself inside me and I wince at the intrusion but groan as his cock rubs me in a way no other has.

“FUCK!” He groans, his voice sounds huskier than I’ve ever heard it. He’s not even fully seated, just pulsing half way and I know I will never get enough.

He slowly draws back, pushing slightly deeper when he returns, and I grind my hardness against the leather, desperate for more friction. The leather bench is hot and sticky underneath my skin, and provides just the right amount of friction I need. That paired with Kris’ thrusts, I’m quickly being dragged closer and closer to oblivion.

As he sits himself fully inside me, he pauses, hand gently stroking up my spine, voice sounding enamored, “I knew I’d fit. Fuck baby, you were made for me.”

His words make my stomach clench as the butterflies that permanently reside there whenever he is near take flight. I cry out his name as my orgasm rockets through my body. My whole body comes to life with his touch and his words.

“That’s it baby. Come for me while I’m buried so deep in your ass.”

Hot cum spurts from my cock, covering my stomach and the leather, dripping between my legs into a puddle underneath me. 

Kris groans behind me, legs shaking as his release fills my hole. His hands flex on my hips, gripping me tighter as he rides the waves of his orgasm. He stays tights against my body till the pulsing dulls, unlike the beating of my heart. 

I pant, collapsing against the seat, no strength left to hold myself up. Kris’ body presses against mine as he lies on top of me, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder.

His body shakes, a chuckle rising deep within him. I lift my head, raising my eyebrows in question, confused by his sudden case of the giggles.

“I just thought of what I want for Christmas?”

“What?”

The boyish grin that splits his face, hair falling across his eyes as he looks at me, has my heart doing cartwheels.

“More lube.” he says bursting out laughing, “Buckets and buckets of it.”

A smile curls at my lips as I dip my head back against his chest. “Well, have you been naughty or nice?”