Though it would be absurd to think that as he closes his eyes, that it’s my mouth he is thinking about, the feeling of my lips wrapped around him. Even though I know it’s not possible, my imagination misses the memo and runs wild with fantasies.

Her moans increase as she nears her peak. By the way he clenches her hair harder, the vibrations of her cries must be helping to build him closer to the edge, too.

As the wind picks up and my cock stiffens to the point of aching, a sudden wave of jealousy builds in my chest.

Before I know what I am doing, I storm towards the garage doors, my cock is about to burst my seams as I throw the door open.

It takes a second for the wind and snow to reach them, alerting them to the fact that they are no longer alone.

Pepper squeals attempting to climb off of the snowman unassisted, as Kris’ eyes lock on me, my chest heaving.

“Shit, Nick! Fuck.” Pepper’s shrill voice is clear even over the pounding music. In her haste to jump off the snowman she trips, face planting on the floor at Kris’ feet, causing him to break our stare first.

He bends helping her up then adeptly unties the knot on her hands, one handed, before those jade green eyes slam back into mine again.

Both of us ignore the muttering Pepper, who is clutching her yellow tinkerer uniform as she tries to slip into her shoes. They jingle as she pauses, half slipping into her dress.

“Ah, Nick, boss. I’m ah … fuck,” She stammered, running past me.

With the door slamming shut behind her, the room suddenly feels too hot.

My cock is still straining in my trousers begging for my attention, or Kris’. That thought has my eyes dropping to where his cock stands, pulsing and on display for me.

Kris doesn’t even bat an eyelid at my perusal or make any attempt to cover himself. If anything, his eyes grow more heated. The jerk of his cock, suggesting he’s more than happy for my eyes to drink him in.

“Well, since you just spoiled my fun for the evening, you can either pick up where she left off or get the fuck out so I can finish myself off.” His tone is huskier than normal, lust coating his words.

With a tilt of his head, he leans back against the sleigh, taking his cock in one hand, showing me his intentions to follow through with his threat if I turn and walk out the door.

But for the first time in my life, I don’t want to walk away and pretend this attraction doesn’t exist.

For once, I’m exactly where I want to be.

His hand tightens around his length. Taking his time to run it up and down his impressive shaft. That one long stroke of his hand has me licking my lips, my cock leaking at the thought of my mouth wrapping around him. How soft his skin would feel, the taste of his cum on my tongue.

I have never touched another man’s cock before, but I’m damn sure I wanted Kris to be the first. The only.

I drift towards him, his eyes widening a fraction is the only tell that he is just as affected as I am as I move closer. This showdown between us tightly gripping us both.

As I step into his space, his fingers release his length and he grabs back onto the side of the sleigh in anticipation. My stomach flutters at the thought of affecting him, half as much as he impacted me.

It was now or never. This was the opportunity I had been waiting for and if I didn’t take it now, it would probably never come again.

I don’t take my eyes from his as I lower to my knees, ignoring the way the cold concrete floor bites into my knees. I don’t want to miss any reaction he gifts me.

His salty aroma greeted me as his cock met my face. Leaning closer, I try to hide the tremble in my fingers and wrap one hand firmly around the base of his thickness, just like I would do for myself.

A hiss of a breath through his lips is enough encouragement to spur me on, praying I’m doing this correctly. I watch him as I open my mouth wide and push my lips over his tip, not stopping till it hits the back of my throat, causing me to gag.

“Oh Fuck,” Kris groaned out, breaking our stare off as his head falls back, slamming hard against the sleigh as he groans deeply. I drink in his reactions, greedy for anything he was willing to give me.

As I pullback, his hand finds its way into my hair, caressing me before gripping tightly, and I moan around his cock, dying for more of his touch.

“Ah Nick, fuck. I didn’t know you were into this.” He breathes out a sigh as my lips slide back off. I run my tongue along the slit before our gazes lock again, his onyx waves falling over his eyes as they bore into mine.

“I’ve never done this before.” I admit. His eyes widen at my admission, but the way I almost ground into the floor gives away my desperate need for him. He releases his grip slightly on my hair, allowing my lips to glide back over the uncut head using my mouth to push back the skin, I eagerly suck him in.

“God, no one would ever be able to fucking guess.” He moans, gently using his hand to guide me further down his length than I thought I could go. “Just breathe, you can take it.”

His words calm me and I release a breath through my nose as he pushes past my gag reflex. A second later the fullness causes me to choke, and he pulls out, stroking my face.

“Good boy.” He coos, shuffling one of his legs forward until it’s pressed in between mine and I whimper at the feel of his foot grazing against my cock.

“Grind on my foot.” His voice was demanding, his molten gaze darkening as he waited for my decision.

I didn’t hesitate. I finally had him and I would take every ounce of pleasure he was willing to give me, even if it was only for tonight.

Without dropping my gaze, I move to unzip my pants.

“Uh-uh,” he tsked. “Pants stay on.”

Swallowing, I lifted myself over the laces of his boot, hovering for a second, then grinding myself down. My eyes flutter shut with the first movement of my hips. The pleasure my cock had been aching for finally within reach.

A whimper leaves me as he raises his foot slightly to add extra pressure to my taint. My mouth wraps around his length, in a desperate need to give him the pleasure I was feeling.

My grip on the base of his shaft tightened as I simultaneously moved my hand to keep in time with my mouth, grinding myself against his foot.

“Ah fuck, yes. Just like that.” His praise has me melting, panting and grinding feverishly, desperate for more.

“Look how well you take my cock.” I suck hard. His soft words and firm grip on my hair has me squirming against his boot, I’m so close to release I can feel the base of my spine tingling as it builds.

“I’m close,” I pant around his cock. “So fucking close.”

“Not without me.” He growls as he pulls his leg away, and I whimper at the loss of friction.

Digging his fingers tighter into my hair, he takes control of my head, using me, owning me. Fucking my face at a pace I struggle to keep up with.

“I’m going to come,” he says as he looks down at me, eyes burning with lust, “and you’re going to swallow every last drop, like a good fucking boy and then I might let you come too, okay?”

I can’t do anything but nod frantically around his cock. The cusp of my pleasure is so close, I could feel it. One more stroke and I would explode in my jeans like a boy with his first orgasm.

“Fuck!” He roars with such force it was surprising the windowpanes didn’t rattle.

Warm streams of cum hit the back of my throat and my first instinct is to spit it out, but with those jade eyes watching me I could only force myself to swallow. His dick still pulsing, leaking salty cum into my mouth.

After the first swallow, it isn’t too bad, and I focus on enjoying a moment we many never repeat. The fear spurs me on as I desperately lick up and down his length, using my fist to squeeze as much as I can get from his tip.

Looking down at me, his eyes darken as he smirks, admiring my handy work before shuffling his boot back between my legs, leaving his cock flexing in my face.