“Please,” I whisper, the word barely coming out.
“Please what?” The command in his voice making me subconsciously grind myself back against him.
“Please Kris.” I gasp for air as his hand moves down my waist. “I want you to fuck me.”
I’m pretty sure I’ve wanted this longer than I have let myself admit.
His heat disappears as he steps back and I almost collapse at the lack of contact. Turning, I see him walking back to his workbench, sliding open a drawer at the back of his toolbox and pulling out something I can’t see.
The boyish grin he gives me as he leans against the bench is one I will never forget. He props the bottle of lube on the table next to him, his arms crossing over his chest, looking the epitome of casual. Like he has all the time in the world for me.
“Strip.” I blink at his request, and his eyebrow quirks as he waits for my decision.
I try to hide the shake in my hands as I raise them to remove my tie. It flutters to the floor as my hands move back to the buttons of my shirt, one I’ve worn many times, now feels too constricting, suffocating.
As it falls open, my hands move to my belt buckle. My eyes don’t stray from Kris as he watches, unmoving.
Unbuckling my belt, I pop the button on my pants, allowing it to gape. I’m not self-conscious, but I am very aware that my body looks nothing like his.
In my family, the Santa genes are unmistakable. Premature white hair, rosy cheeks, and a soft rounded stomach. But when Kris’ eyes darken at the sight of me, it’s as if none of those traits matter anymore.
Eyes twinkling, he looks like a child getting his first glimpse of a tree full of presents on Christmas morning. He licks his lips and I feel like I am the gift he has been waiting all year for. He is relishing in my unwrapping. Savoring it.
I kick off my shoes and trousers into a pile next to me, looking back at him for his next command. His eyes rake over my body, hot and wanting as he takes in every dip and curve.
He stares back into my eyes as he slowly lowers the zip to his coveralls, the tip of his erection peeking through the gap once it’s fully undone.
Heat pools in my stomach and I feel my cock jerk. The movement pulling Kris’ gaze instantly, that smirk returning.
After slipping his arms out, the material slides easily down his body, pooling on the floor. Kris takes the time to undo his laces and remove his boots before kicking the outfit out of the way.
Without another glance, he disappears into a side room. I stand naked in the middle of his workspace, my cock jutting out in front of me, not sure what I’m meant to do.
Just when I’m starting to think he has left me here to be discovered by God knows who, he reappears, a loop of Christmas Lights draped over his shoulder and a mischievous gleam in his eyes.
Walking over to the sleigh, he snatches the bottle of lube on his way past the bench before disappearing behind the sleigh. A scraping noise on the concrete has goosebumps pebbling over my flesh and I try to stretch to see what he is doing, jolting back into my position as he stands up.
Once he is on the side of the sleigh, he casually leans against the leather seats, like he hasn’t just ordered me to strip and left me in the middle of the room.
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.
