16
JOY
Nick wrangles his erection like a kid with a new toy, sliding it through his large hand. Even in his giant mitt, it’s huge. Each time his hand pulls back, the head pops out to say hello, practically winking at me. I’ve never seen one up close before and I can’t take my eyes off it.
“Don’t be shy, Joy. Let me see you.” Nick’s voice snaps me away from his hypnotising length.
“What if someone comes in?” My fingers slip between my folds, circling my sensitive spot. I can’t stop touching myself. I’ve never been this wet before or desperate to come. I never thought I’d be able to do this in front of someone, but Nick puts me at ease. The way he growls when his gaze roves over my body is enough to make me do anything he says.
“I have my eye on the door. Don’t you worry.” He undoes the buttons to the suit with his free hand, exposing his huge pecs.
I pull my hand from my knickers and smooth my palms over his magnificent chest. After all the times I’ve stared at his body, wondering what was underneath his shirt, I’m not disappointed.
His large hands slide up my thighs, finding the elastic to my knickers. Warm lips press against mine, our tongues tangling together, tying a knot of promises and trust.
“Lift up, little star.” He yanks at my underwear as I lift my bottom. He slides them over my candy cane thighs, then lets them drop to the floor while he continues to ravage my mouth.
I’ve never been kissed like this before, like he’s devouring a Christmas buffet. His tongue tasting every corner as if each part is a new flavour he can’t get enough of. I mean, I have little to compare to, but I can’t imagine anyone ever beating this.
His firm hands hold me close. I push the red jacket off his broad shoulders and he shrugs it off, discarding it on the chair behind him. He lifts me farther on the desk and spreads my legs wide, nestling between them. The cool air in the office hits my sensitive spot, swathing over my wet heat.
Nick nibbles at my ear, whispering dirty things to make me blush. “I’m gonna get you nice and wet for Santa.” His hot breath fans my neck, then sears my skin as he travels south over my breasts. My nipples pebble as he nips over the fabric of the elf costume.
I suck in my stomach when I realise he’s going downtown. He bends, kneeling in front of the desk, his tongue teasing my inner thigh as if he can taste the candy from my thigh highs.
With my dress ruffled around my waist, I have the perfect view of his head between my legs. A kiss against my sensitive lips has me sucking in a breath. His tongue delves between my folds, seeking my bundle of nerves before he dips it into my nectar.
He growls. “Even Santa doesn’t make candy as sweet as you.” His tongue laps at my entrance, making me moan with delirious pleasure. Of all the books I’ve read, none ever described the gripping heat and rapture that tingles through my bones.
Moans reverberate from my lips. My fingers slip through Nick’s hair as he kisses and licks at me down there. I shudder against him, my legs shaking as he strums me to a crescendo.
With one swoop, he hooks my thighs over his shoulders, getting better access to obliterate my coochy. He’s right. Mr Turbo has nothing on him. He twists his tongue against me as if spelling out his need for me. My head falls back. The office light hangs above me, as blinding as the spots blurring my vision as an orgasm tears through me.
Nick doesn’t stop his feast. My hands press flat against the wooden desk behind me, holding my body up. I shake around his head, causing a vibration to wobble the computer monitor next to me.
I yelp as Nick sinks his teeth into my inner thigh, then he soothes the bite with his lips.
“I could eat you up. You’re so deliciously sweet.” He kisses my thighs, then makes his way to my face.
“Am I wet enough for you now?” I tremble from the aftershocks.
“You’re ready. But I’m not going to fuck you here,” he says through gritted teeth, as if it pains him. His face drips with the scent of my arousal. He coats me with it as he brushes kisses along my jaw.
“Oh.” I close my legs. Disappointment fills my lungs, making it difficult to breathe. Thoughts of my first kiss flash in my head. Has he had enough of me already?
His rough hands pull my legs apart. He steps closer, the tip of his length presses against my sensitive spot and I suck in a breath. “That doesn’t mean I’m done with you yet.” He grips his erection, sliding it from my entrance to my bundle of nerves. My walls clench as he drenches himself in my arousal. “I don’t have any protection.”
Both of us watch as he spears my plump folds with the head of his joystick, my eyes trace the bulging vein down the full length of him. My core aches to be filled and stretched. I’ve never felt as empty as I do right now.
“Tell me, Joy. Has Mr Turbo ever worked inside your pussy?”
My head shakes. “I’ve never dared. I just use it to make me all tingly.”
“What about your fingers?” His eyelids flicker as he growls. The strain of keeping his length from penetrating my walls seems to be becoming all too much.
“A little, but it’s difficult to reach.” With how I’m sitting, he can see how my boobs and stomach might get in the way.
“You don’t have to worry about that now I’m here.” His thick finger teases my slick opening. “Tell me if it hurts. Okay?”
