He lifts me in his arms. “Oh, I know how to spread Joy.” He lays me on his large wooden desk next to the computer. Papers crumple underneath me. “I know how to spread these legs and make you sing for me.” His wicked smile turns dark. “Did I not spread joy when I had my tongue inside you?”
Baubles, I’m gonna come if he keeps up with this dirty talk.
“Thing is, I don’t want to share my Joy with anyone.” His tongue teases my lips open. All the pent up desire from last night is unleashed in his kiss as he probes and licks every corner of my mouth, grinding himself between my thighs.
A knock at the door has him jumping back as if on a spring. “What?”
I sit up and hop off his desk, straightening my costume.
Steve opens the door. “There’s a long queue forming for Santa. Just thought you should know.”
“Dammit. Give me five minutes.” Nick closes his eyes and breathes through his nostrils. “No fucking rest for the wicked.”
Steve clicks the door shut. His footsteps disappear down the corridor. I gather the beard from Nick’s desk and pull it over his head. His large hand slips around my back, holding me close as he presses his lips to mine. “I wish you could sleep over again tonight. I can always cancel dinner at my sister’s. Or better still, come with me.”
“I can stay over at the weekend when we’re both free. You can’t just spring me on your family like that.” I peck his lips again. The white beard tickles my skin.
“Right, I’d best get back down there before we get any more complaints.”
“You need to deal with that first.” I nod to the tent under the red suit. “If you go into the grotto like that, you’ll get arrested.” A giggle escapes my lips.
His eyes wander over my costume, the green dress pulling taut at my breasts. His gaze gets my nipples’ attention. “As my star employee, I think you’re the best person for the job.” The belt around his jacket is the first thing to go. It clinks against the floor.
Nick reaches into his trousers and lifts his erection free. With two pumps in his fist, he growls. A pearl of arousal leaks from the tip.
My mouth hangs open as I follow the vein to the base. With panting breaths, I say, “I’ve never done it before. I don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t worry, little star. Santa’s gonna give you some on-the-job training. You’ll be Santa’s little cum slut in no time.” He smirks. His grin’s almost sinister. “Give me your hand.”
He guides my trembling hand to wrap around his length. “Hold it with a firm grip, but not too tight.” He moves my hand up and down his shaft. “That’s it. Good girl. You’re a fast learner.”
I continue with the pace he sets. “It’s smoother than I thought.”
“You know, the magic comes quicker if you suck.” His green eyes drill into me. “Want to get your level-two training certificate?”
I kneel in front of him. “What happens when the magic comes?”
He caresses my face. “You swallow.”
I suck in a breath, the head of his erection so close to my mouth, I kiss the tip, coating my lips in his desire.
“That was so fucking cute. Kiss it again.” His chest rises with each breath. “Use your tongue. Lick it, sweetheart.”
I do as he asks, following his instructions, my core clenching every time he speaks. “Like this?” I lick the slit, tasting the salty pre-cum. It’s not as bad as I thought.
“You’re a natural.” He swipes the hair from my face, stroking my cheeks. “Now pop it in your mouth and suck on Santa’s big cock like you're sucking on a candy stick.” His eyelids flutter closed when I suck on the head.
My hands grip the waistband of his suit, needing something to hold on to as I take him a little deeper.
“Such a good little elf. You take Santa’s dick so well.” He groans as I move my mouth up and down. “Fuck. I’m one twisted Santa.” His hands pull the hat from my head and fist in my hair. “Jingle my balls, little star.”
I reach underneath and find his sack. The texture feels strange, but when I move the balls around in the sack, it’s like one of those stress relievers, only I daren’t squeeze, just play with them, slipping them through my fingers.
“That’s it, Joy. Just like that. Good girl. Santa’s gonna come down your throat.” He thrusts up into my mouth, holding my head in place. I can’t move or do much of anything but gag as he hits the back of my throat.
He pulls back and thrusts in again, his hand gripping the base of his shaft while the other fists my hair. “Open your mouth, Joy, I want to watch as I empty my sack on your tongue.”
I open my mouth as wide as I can. He thrusts in one more time and pulls out as ropes of hot, salty liquid fill my mouth. It rolls down my chin and I lift my hands to catch it before it dribbles onto my dress.
