My Firefighter Santa #2
I waste no time doing just that, flinging my clothes this way and that without a single care as to where they land.
And I am completely naked and bent over the end of the bed in record time.
Glancing over my shoulder at Myles, I see he’s fisting his dick, slowly stroking from root to tip as he watches me with fire in his eyes.
I expect him to grab the lube and get right to work prepping me for the hard fucking we’re both dying for, but he surprises me by moving in behind me and dropping to his knees.
“What are you—Ooooh,” I babble as I feel him part my cheeks and lick once across my asshole before pulling back and giving me another long lick from my balls all the way up the crack of my ass.
My body is instantly on fire, and I have to lock my knees to keep them from buckling.
But Myles is just getting started. He licks around my hole, then firms his tongue and spears it inside.
He does this over and over until I’m a squirming, panting mess.
It feels so damned good, and the noises are doing me in—the sound of him slurping as he eats me out and his sexy-as-hell moans as he does it are almost more than I can stand.
Then he inserts a finger alongside his tongue, working me open as I buck into the bed.
Oh, holy hell! Just when I’m about to grab my cock and start stroking it to relieve the pressure, he pulls back from me and walks away. And I nearly collapse from frustration.
“Myyyles, where are you going?” I whine, doing my own angsty, teenage boy impression. I’m honestly not sure who’s more pathetic tonight, me or Myles.
Luckily, he returns quickly with lube in hand.
And the erotic torture begins anew. I watch over my shoulder as he opens the bottle and pours some in his hand, using it to coat his rigid cock.
Then he pours out a little more before snapping the bottle closed and tossing it on the bed.
He warms the lube between his hands, then my world whites out with pleasure again as he pushes first one finger, then another inside me, scissoring them to further open me up to take his impressive length.
By the time he inserts a third finger, I’m right on the ragged edge of my arousal.
“That’s good,” I shout. “I’m good. Please, Myles. Just fuck me already. I can’t take anymore!”
He chuckles darkly—an evil little laugh that says he knows he’s got me right where he wants me. “Are you sure?” he asks, taunting me like I’d done to him minutes before. Oh, karma. You really are a vindictive little bitch, aren’t you?
A scathing look over my shoulder is the only answer he gets. Luckily, he doesn’t torture me further. I feel his strong hands grab my hips as he pulls me back and impales me on his cock, bottoming out in one hard thrust.
“Fuuuuuck, Myles,” I moan, still adjusting to the sudden but welcome intrusion.
At the same time, I hear Myles groaning behind me. “Fugging hell, Tristan. You’re so tight. Always so damned tight.”
I can feel the tension in his body as he struggles to stay still. Sweetheart that he is, he’s trying to give me time to adjust to his cock, when all he really wants to do is move, to thrust. I don’t want him to wait, though.
“I need you to move, baby. Dick me down like I know you can!”
“Thank fugg,” he rasps out, pulling almost completely out of me before slamming back in again.
Myles sets a punishing pace, thrusting into my body over and over so forcefully, I can barely keep from falling forward onto the bed.
The feel of his turnout gear scraping across my body every time he rams into me is strangely erotic—the coarse fabric rubbing against my smooth skin.
And the fact that I’m completely naked and he’s almost fully clothed is an unexpected turn-on, possibly a new kink for us to explore.
Then Myles adjusts his angle slightly, and my whole body lights up as he starts pegging my prostate with every thrust.
“Myyyyllles, baby, please. Please.” I’m so out of my mind with lust, I’m not even sure what I’m pleading for at this point. But Myles knows. He always knows what I need.
“I know. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Myles grunts into my ear.
He reaches around and grabs my cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
It only takes three strokes, and I am done.
My orgasm barrels into me like a freight train, and I go supernova with pleasure.
My whole body goes rigid as ropes of cum erupt from my dick, stripe after stripe painting the comforter beneath me.
Just as my orgasm is winding down, and the aftershocks begin to grip my body, I hear a guttural groan from Myles.
He slams into me hard as his whole body tenses, and then I feel him start to pulse inside me.
And the pleasure is so all-encompassing that it forces one more stream of cum out of my depleted dick.
“Oh, fugg! Jeezus, Tristan. So. Fugging. Good!”
As Myles’s cock finally stops pulsing, he groans again and collapses on my back.
With the full weight of his body on me, my exhausted arms can no longer support me, and I fall forward onto the bed…
right on top of my rapidly-cooling cum. But I don’t have the energy to care at this point.
We’re both panting and still trying to catch our breath.
Finally, after our breathing has returned to a somewhat normal pace, Myles lifts himself off me just long enough to collapse onto the bed beside me.
I turn my head to look at him and notice he’s still wearing the Santa hat.
Chuckling, I tell him, “I can’t believe you managed to keep the Santa hat on the whole time.
That was some pretty vigorous fucking. I’m impressed. ”
“Well, I aim to please. Besides, you can’t very well have a Sexy Firefighter Santa fantasy without the Santa hat. Now, can you?”
“No, I suppose you can’t. It’s pretty integral to the fantasy. Hey, wait a minute. How did you even know I had this fantasy?”
“You told me.”
“No, I didn’t. I’m pretty sure I’d remember that.”
“Are you sure about that, sweetheart? Because I seem to remember one night a few weeks ago when someone had a weeeee bit too much to drink. As I was trying to get your drunk butt into bed, you couldn’t stop muttering about me being your Sexy Firefighter Santa.
Just the thought of it seemed to make you so happy, even in your intoxicated state.
I decided right then and there I was going to make that fantasy come true for you. ”
Tears pricked my eyes. My god, the heart this man has… it humbles me to know he’s chosen to give it to me. “I can’t believe you even remembered that, let alone put a plan in action to make that fantasy come true for me. You amaze me, baby.”
Myles blushes, his face morphing into an “aw, shucks” type of expression.
He is so damned cute. “Well, I had help,” he admits.
“There’s no way I could have pulled it off without Steph.
Oh, and that reminds me… please don’t let me forget to return your gear tomorrow.
I have until end-of-day tomorrow to return it in exactly the same shape as it was when I picked it up.
She told me—and I quote—“There better not be any suspicious stains on that gear, or I’ll have your ass, pretty boy. ”
“I guess it’s a good thing we didn’t get any cum on it then, huh? Because I’m the only one who gets to have your ass, mister.”
Smiling wickedly, Myles says, “Give me a few minutes to recover, and we might be able to make that happen. But first, I have got to get out of this gear! This stuff is really heavy… and hot; I’m sweating buckets here. You wanna share a shower with me?”
“I’d love to. I feel the need to hose off too, especially since I’ve been lying in the wet spot since you collapsed on top of me.” I give him a mock dirty look, but he sees right through me and laughs.
He gets off the bed and pulls me up into his arms. And then he kisses the ever-loving shit out of me!
When he finally breaks the kiss, we’re both breathless.
And we’re both wearing big, dopey smiles.
He takes my hand and starts leading me to the bathroom.
“Come on, let’s go wash off that wet spot.
Watch your step, though. I wouldn’t want you to trip over my Sexy Firefighter Santa axe. ”
Then that sexy bastard winks at me before dragging me off to the bathroom, him shedding bits of the turnout gear as we walk.
By the time we reach the bathroom door, he is gloriously naked except for the Santa hat.
And isn’t that a beautiful sight. Now, that’s the image I want on my next Christmas card. #Christmas goals.
I gently remove the Santa hat and step into him, taking him in my arms. Hopefully he won’t notice that I’m smearing him with my wet spot cum in the process.
“Thank you for making my crazy fantasy come true. You’ve already made this my best Christmas ever.
And you’ve given me the best life—the kind of life I didn’t even dare to dream about. I love you, baby.”
“I love you too, sweetheart… from the bottom of my Sexy Firefighter Santa heart.”