His eyes darken as his hand wraps around my throat, flexing his long fingers as he tightens his hold, lips brush against mine.

“Naughty, definitely naughty.”

Chapter sixNick

December 22nd

I feel cocooned in a layer of warmth, like being curled up next to a roaring fire while a blizzard rages outside. Contentment like I’ve never experienced fills me as thoughts of last night and the hours that followed flood my memory.

The sleigh is still spacious despite both of our six foot frames filling the back tray. In two days time, we will fill this section with the bottomless present receptacle. For now though, the metal tray remains empty, except for our entwined bodies and the scrappy blanket Kris draped over the cool metal surface as we collapsed, exhausted and satiated just before morning.

Kris’ warm chest lifts against my cheek as he wakes with a stretch. Lifting my head, I drink him in. Mussed hair looking hot as hell even as it sticks up at odd angles, hazy green eyes meet mine and a lazy grin stretches across his face before he rubs the sleep from his eyes.

“What time is it?” I ask and he leans to the side to see the giant red clock on the wall of the garage, still holding my body close to his.

“Just after six.” Not that the time really mattered. Sunrise isn’t a thing here during winter. We spend months of the year in the dark. “Good morning,” he greets me, voice gravelly and laced with sleep. His eyes drop to my lips, his tongue darts out to run over his bottom lip.

As I lay close to his face, I notice his eyes, a mesmerizing shade of jade, speckled with hints of gold. They shimmer with the reflections of the lamplight streaming through the garage window.

His hand gently touches my bare arm, rubbing his thumb in small circles against my skin.

Moving his face closer to mine, he hesitates before our lips touch, seemingly unsure of his next move, a side I haven’t seen of him yet. I've seen angry Kris, cocky Kris, dominating Kris, even a gentle Kris when he is alone with his mom, but I have never seen him look unsure of himself.

“Good morning.” With a simple gesture of tilting my chin, I offer myself to him, and he wastes no time in accepting. His hand tenderly cups my cheek as he presses his lips against mine in a gentle, unhurried kiss. It’s a stark contrast to the fiery passion that consumed us the previous night.

No, this kiss has the ability to change me at my core, my heart constricting as we sit suspended in this moment together.

Our lips linger together, exploring, branding. My hands learn the dips and curves of his muscles as they clench under my touch, stopping when they find his chest. I run my fingers through the sporadic hair finding their way to one pebbled nipple. When I squeeze it gently, he groans into my mouth. Our bare chests press together as we shuffle closer. 

I should leave. There are still so many preparations for the biggest day of my life, but I can’t pull myself away. Against his body, I feel like I am exactly where I am supposed to be.

Kris’ kisses become more desperate. He easily takes control and I am happy to follow his lead. He leans over me, slowly pushing me onto his back before hovering over my body.

My semi-hard cock now stands at attention as the tip brushes his abs before his length rubs against my own. I gasp at the sensation, Kris’ mouth devouring the noise before he slowly grinds against me again.

“I need to be in that ass again.” His gruff voice in my ear has me bucking against his cock as he grinds his erection along my shaft. “Are you too sore?”

I shake my head vehemently, needing to feel him inside me again. Part of me had worried that I would wake up this morning and all of this would be a dream. That I hadn’t spent the most incredible night with the man that has been a constant feature in my fantasies.

He growls before leaning back onto his knees, reaching for the bottle of lube. I’m almost surprised it isn’t empty after the amount we used last night.

I just about come on the spot, watching him squirt a large dollop into his hand before running up the length of his shaft in one firm swipe, squeezing the tip, his gaze darkening as my cock bobs against my stomach, waiting for him.

His glistening finger finds my entrance and I moan as his finger runs around the outside, teasing me before the tip presses in, my head bangs against the metal tray as it drops back.

Fuck. Even after all the stretching and care he took last night, I’m sore, but fuck does it still feel good.

“Fuck. Your ass is begging for me,” he growls as he presses his finger in further, my cock bouncing towards him in a desperate attempt for him to touch. “I’m going to make it so this ass remembers who it belongs to.”

“Oh, God.” I groan as he pulls back, suddenly feeling empty before his fingers are back, pushing into my entrance. The extra pressure is overwhelming, “Please Kris. Fuck me.”

A dark chuckle is his response as he pushes them in, gently scissoring to spread me further, just like he did last night. “Oh, Santa baby. I want to worship this ass, not destroy it. I have my own naughty list I plan to work through, this is only the beginning.”

My dick weeps with his promises. I don’t know what the future has in store for us, but I would be happy to live in the back of this sleigh with him forever.

When he is satisfied I’m primed enough, he shuffles closer. He lifts my knees over his toned thighs, placing himself tightly in between my legs. I shudder in anticipation as he massages his cock, lining it up with my entrance.

He stares, mesmerized at the sight as he slowly pushes into me. He pauses, his chest is heaving as my tight hole clenches around the intrusion. I whimper at the feeling, wiggling my ass to get him to move further inside me, growing impatient at his pace.

“Nick,” he warns, the tone sending a lightning bolt straight to my dick, now angry and red, pulsing, which catches his attention. “If your ass wiggles on my cock again, I will flip you over and pound the shit out of you.”

I know it’s not the time, but I can’t help the snort that comes out, “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”

His eyebrow cocks and I regret my choice of words as he drives in hard and fast, not giving me time to adjust before sinking to the hilt. I gasp at his sudden intrusion, the burn as he stretches me beyond my limits.

“Oh, fuck.” Precum leaks over my stomach each time my cock rubs against my skin.

“Not so cocky now, are we?” His lips tip up, knowing he has proved his point, and he eases up, gliding more gently inside me. “Are you ready to be a good boy?” I nod at a loss for words, the pulse in my core overriding the burn.

I need him.I need him to move. I am desperate for him to stroke my cock.

“Kris please,” I whimper and he pulls back, leaving just the head inside me. I feel empty and needy. Eager for more. I can’t get over how good this feels.

His dick teases my hole as he reaches for my aching shaft, wrapping a firm hand around it, I moan as he pushes back inside me. The feeling of being stretched and stroked at the same time is overwhelming.

He throws his head back in pleasure as he lets out a long groan. His eyes squeeze shut as he grinds into me while jerking me at the same time. 

“Good morning, Glenda. How are the kids this morning?”

We both freeze at the deep rumble of my father’s voice outside the garage, my eyes going wide as I realize the scene he is about to walk into.

Kris slowly pulls out of me and even though I know we can’t continue, I still whimper at the loss.

“…yes, just popping in on Kris to check how the sleigh is going.” Kris’ mother responds to an unheard question and that is the jolt we need to spring into action.

Kris jumps out of the sleigh first, hard cock bobbing against his stomach as his feet hit the ground with a gentle thud. He reaches for his coveralls, not bothering to grab his boxers that lay strewn on the other side of the room as he slides them on.

I follow suit, jumping out and racing around the room, trying to collect my items of clothes that somehow seem to be spread all over the place.

Kris grins as I scramble, casually zipping up his coveralls, leaving his chest exposed as he tries to hold back a laugh.

“I can’t find my pants!” I whisper yell at him, not wanting our parents to overhear us.

“Did you lose them before or after the candy cane?” He offers as help, pulling out a cigarette from his pocket, fighting with the crumpled packet as he leans casually back against the sleigh we have just spent eight hours fucking in.

I pause my stalking to glare at him. “Seriously?”

He shrugs, lighting his smoke, as if it’s a valid question. Last night is burned into my brain and at the same time a total fucking blur. Years worth of fantasies rolled into one and even though I am seconds away from being caught, literally with my pants down in my stepbrother’s garage, I can’t bring myself to regret any of it.