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?”
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.
