Chapter 9
CHAPTER 9
BOZ
I was kissing Santa, and not beneath the mistletoe or however that song went. I put my every intent behind the kiss. Santa couldn't read my mind, but that didn't stop me from trying to convey how much I wanted him.
He pulled back and planted a final chaste kiss against my lips. "How did you get so good at kissing?"
"I'm good at it?"
"Mm-hmm." He grinned.
"How would you know? You said you don't kiss on the lips."
"I don't kiss for work. Doesn't mean I've never done it." He kissed me again, a harder press of his lips against mine. "I'm trying to give you a compliment. Take it, will you? "
"I'm really bad at accepting compliments." I was good at saying the quiet parts out loud, though.
"No shit. I learned that about you the night we met. Doesn't change what I want to do with you."
"Yeah?" I shivered as goosebumps broke out across my skin beneath my thin sweater, and not from the cold.
"This isn't about me, though," he said. "It's about you. How do you want tonight to go?"
"Well, you delivered on the amazing date last week." I'd thought of how easily Santa and I moved across the dance floor every day and night since, sometimes when I was supposed to be paying attention at work or watching one of my favorite streaming shows. "This week, I want the mind-blowing sex as promised."
He laughed. "You remembered that?"
"How could I forget?" I'd been disappointed too many times by hookups that didn't happen, but something in Santa's tone and confident delivery said he wouldn't be one of those guys. He planned to make good on his promise tonight, and I was here for it.
"What do you want to try first?"
"Sixty-nine?" I asked.
He shook his head. "You don't just start with sixty-nine."
"Why not?"
He cupped my face in his hands and kissed me again, more gently this time. "Let's start with the basics first. Make sure you enjoy having your dick sucked before you're sucking mine at the same time."
"Who doesn't enjoy having their dick sucked?" I couldn't imagine anyone turning down something I'd wanted since I'd first read about blowjobs in my mom's "forbidden" romance novels.
He laughed. "You'd be surprised. Fang phobia is real. Mine might get in the way while I'm sucking you, and some people freak the fuck out."
I hadn't really thought about his unique anatomy. "If I promise not to freak out?—"
"Step one. Blow job." Santa kissed me again. I didn't feel him move, but the next time I opened my eyes, he was straddling my lap and lifting the hem of my thin sweater. He ran his hands over my ribs and sensitive nipples. Fuck. Every touch was a live wire to my cock.
"Don't you want to move somewhere more comfortable?" I asked.
"Define comfortable," he said. "Are you uncomfortable sitting here?"
"No, but?—"
"Relax, sweetness. We have plenty of time to move to the bedroom. Right now, all you have to do is sit back and enjoy the show."
He'd probably said those exact words to his VIP customers a million times, but I didn't care, not when he tweaked my nipples at the same time and slid to his knees before me. He pressed against my knees and I opened for him, spreading my legs wide to give him room to lean against the couch.
I met his hungry gaze and blood rushed to my cock. He looked like he would devour me, but he stroked my sides to calm me instead.
"Still all right?" he asked. A hint of glistening white peeked between his lips.
"Is that?—"
"Yes, my fangs. Do you want me to stop?" He continued to run his fingertips over my ribs.
"No. Never. Please."
His hands slid lower, still drawing circles on my sensitive flesh. He teased with every touch, drawing me closer to the edge. He untied my lounge pants and slid them down, exposing the soft white cotton of my underwear and the wet spot where my cock head rested against them.
I fully expected him to rip the pants off me, but he left them and my underwear on. He tugged them down with both hands and slipped one inside, cupping my balls. His blunt fingernails pressed against my taint, and I hissed.
"Too much?" he asked.
"Don't stop."
He leaned forward, finally placing his mouth within striking distance of my cock. I held my breath, waiting for him to make contact.
He glanced up at me and smirked. "Breathe, Boz. I don't mean to make you wait, but I don't want you to pass out."
"You promised to blow my mind." I sucked in a breath before continuing. "If I pass out, that's a win for you."
He shook his head, but his gaze never left mine. "You're not allowed to pass out until your third orgasm."
Third? I couldn't hide my surprise.
"You thought I would stop at one?"
"Two, maybe. What if I can't get it up again for three?"
He chuckled, and my balls tingled in his palm. "You've never been with a vampire, so I'm going to let that insult slide."
"I've never been with anyone," I reminded him.
He swallowed hard. "I know. That's why you've gotta breathe for me, sweetness. Rocking your world would be a lot harder if you were unconscious."
I eased back against the couch cushions, and he leaned forward. He kept his free hand beneath my shirt, tweaking my nipples. He dipped lower, never taking his gaze off me as he stretched out his pink tongue and licked a stripe from base to tip.
I swallowed mid-moan, almost choking on it. Fuck, he was so hot. As hard as it was to keep my eyes open when he sucked the tip of my cock into his mouth, I didn't dare blink for fear he would disappear, and I would wake from a wonderful, albeit incomplete dream.
Not a dream, not when he took my cock to the back of his throat, all hot suction and the shiver of fangs along my skin. I'd never had anyone else's mouth on me, so I had nothing to compare it to, but the feel of sharp teeth along my most sensitive flesh pushed me to the edge far too soon.
I tried every trick I knew to suppress my orgasm, but every swirl of Santa's expert tongue sent me flying higher. He sucked me down and hummed around my cock. I swore I saw the galaxy, maybe the whole universe, swirling around me.
"I'm gonna—" I tapped his shoulder, but it was too late.
Santa pulled me even closer, shoving my cock further down his throat. Every muscle in my body tensed with my release, and I fell forward. I clutched Santa's shoulders at the last possible moment, so I didn't fall on top of him or dislodge my cock from his sharp mouth.
He made broken sounds and patted my thigh with his free hand. It took me a few moments of managing my breath to recognize the muffled vocalization. He was laughing.
I released his shoulders and fell backward, wishing the couch cushions would swallow me up already.
"It's a good thing I don't have to breathe." Santa’s voice was low and rumbly after I'd bruised his throat with my cock.
"Did I hurt you?"
"What? No! I wanted to swallow it all, and you gave me a lot, that's all."
"Oh." All the blood that had been filling my cock now rushed to my face. "Oh! I mean, thank you. That was amazing."
"Thank me when we're done, sweetness. Now it's time to move into the bedroom."
"Wait." My parents had raised me to be a gentleman who reciprocated. "Shouldn't I do the same for you?"
He laughed again, and my confused blood tried to rush back to my cock. "We have all night and many orgasms ahead of us. Don't rush it."
He took my hand and helped me to my feet. My pants sunk low on my hips. I pulled them off, along with my briefs, before following Santa into the bedroom.
He could have stripped out of his clothes with vampire speed, but he took his time. I'd missed my chance to have a personal lap dance at the club, but this was more than that. Santa seemed almost nervous as he ducked his head and looked up at me through his lashes. His thumbs slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers, the last item of clothing on his body.
"Don't laugh," he said .
"Laugh?" I asked. "People see you naked all the time!"
"They don't. Not like this, anyway." He dropped the shorts.
All I saw was creamy alabaster skin over toned muscle, and a semi-erect cock framed by a landing strip of golden-brown pubic hair. "Gorgeous." I stepped closer.
"It doesn't bother you?"
"What?"
"My farmer's tan?"
His skin gradually lightened a shade or two beneath his belt line, but it didn't bother me at all. "I hate to tell you this, but your skin looks like it hasn't seen the sun in centuries, so whatever tan line you thought you had has faded."
"I can still see the difference." His smirk twisted into more of a grimace.
"Maybe you can, but all I see is beautiful skin I want to touch."
He stalked toward me and grabbed my wrist. Instead of placing my hand on his cock, he curled my hand into a fist with my index finger sticking out, and then traced my fingertip over his perceived tan line. "Right here. You don't see it? Are you colorblind?"
To show him the difference between his tan line and mine, I dragged him to the dresser mirror.
"I don't have a farmer's tan," I said. "I haven't been in the sun since my mom got me a season pool pass when I was eleven, before I attended my first summer math camp. You don't have a tan line, either."
He frowned. "If you say so. It has faded, but I can still see it."
"Whoever made you feel bad about it was wrong. Your skin is flawless."
He studied me in the mirror, and his smirk curved into a smile. "I'll show you flawless, sweetness. But first, do you want to top or bottom, or try something else?"
I blinked. I'd never imagined Santa would let me choose. "You'd let me top you?"
He took both of my hands in his. "It's your first time, not mine. We don't have to fuck at all. Whatever you want."
I leaned into him and brushed our lips together. It surprised me that we were almost the same height. He seemed larger than life whenever I was with him. "I want to try everything," I clarified, "but tonight, I would love to feel what it's like to be inside you."
Santa grinned. "As you wish." He removed my glasses and led me to the bed. "Lie back and enjoy the show."
I'd done too much of that on the couch, but I couldn't argue, not when Santa rummaged in the pocket of his jeans for a packet of lube. He straddled my legs and kissed me until my lips ached and my staccato breaths echoed in the barely furnished room. Then, he turned around so his ass was a few inches from my face.
Despite his profession, his entrance looked small and tight. There was no way my cock was going in there.
Santa reached back and coated his rim with the lube, and then he dipped his fingers inside while he rolled his hips. He looked like sex on a stick, if that stick was his own fingers spreading him wider with each pass.
"How's the show?" he asked over his shoulder.
"I want to lick you open." I swallowed. "You know, when you're not already covered in lube."
Santa rolled his hips again and sighed. "Fuck, that sounds wonderful. It's been ages since anyone kissed my hole."
My face burned as my mind conjured the mental image of me doing just that, kissing and licking at his hole.
"How do you want to do this?" he asked.
"How would you prefer?"
His professional demeanor, or what I assumed was the act he put on at work, crumbled. He smirked and a light tinge of pink ghosted across his cheekbones.
"Like this." He wiggled his ass, and his hole glistened with lube. He crawled forward on his hands and knees to the end of the bed, giving me room to kneel behind him, steadying my hands on his hips. It was now or never. I'd never gotten this close to fucking anyone before, and Santa wasn't trying to run. He looked back over his shoulder again and winked. "Any time, sweetness."
I grabbed the packet of lube and spread it on my cock. I was beyond ready for this. The lightest touch across my oversensitive skin had me seeing sparks along the edges of my vision. I squinted my eyes shut, but I couldn't keep them that way. I loathed to hurt Santa with any clumsy movements.
I lined up my cock with his entrance and pushed against it. Despite his prep, the resistance was more than I'd anticipated. Santa tried to help by wiggling his hips and pressing against my intrusion. Finally, the head of my cock was inside him. I suppressed a groan, and he hummed his approval. He reached for me with both hands, grabbing my hips and pulling me toward him until I was buried inside him to the hilt.
I stared at the way his hole stretched around my cock and swallowed hard. We were really fucking. This was it, no more virginity! I hadn't expected to feel so awestruck. Santa was a veritable sex god, and here I was, fucking him for free when everyone else had to pay for it.
Santa glanced at me over his shoulder and smirked. "You okay back there?"
"Wonderful."
"You can move. I won't break. "
"I know, but—" I wasn't ready. If I moved, I would come too soon. It wasn't enough to say I'd lost my virginity. I was a fucking gentleman, after all. I wanted to give as good as I got. I hoped Santa would remember me as a decent lay despite my inexperience.
The desire to do well and the quick rebound after my first orgasm of the night pulled me back from the edge. I would do this right.
I pulled out, and Santa rocked his body forward until I almost came out of him. "There. I love the way your head rubs against my hole, just like that."
I couldn't imagine any of my prior hookup attempts being this communicative. When our movements became too frenzied for speech, Santa guided me with his movements, increasing or decreasing speed.
When I thought I couldn't take any more, Santa pulled away from me, using his vampire speed and strength to push me onto my back. He straddled me, his hands planted on my chest, and he sank back onto my cock.
"Better than I imagined," he said. My hands strayed back to his hips, but he reached down and guided my hand to his leaking cock. I jerked him in time with our thrusts, loving the synchronicity of our movements. I fucked into him, and he fucked into my grip.
"Gonna come." He stared down at me with a look almost like awe. I doubted his clients got to see this side of him.
I reached for him with my free hand, leaning up for a kiss, needing to feel his warmth. His cock jerked in my hand, and warm cum spilled between my fingers.
I'd ignored my own need until now, but the moment his channel spasmed around me, I was a goner. When Santa lowered himself on top of me, his hips still rolling along with my thrusts, pleasure crested over me. I lost all control of my body. My hips stuttered and stopped while my cock painted his insides.
It was the best orgasm I'd ever had. I swallowed hard and tried to catch my breath, wondering how anyone else could compare. While I was sure people changed positions sometimes during sex, I doubted they did it so effortlessly.
Santa's vampire speed got the better of me again, or maybe I'd lost consciousness after the amazing release. Before the motion registered in my addled brain, he'd shifted behind me, becoming the big spoon and cradling me against his chest. He rubbed his thumb over my sensitive nipple and kissed my nape.
"Fuck, sweetness," he whispered. "I knew it would be good, but you are truly a gift."
"Merry Christmas?" I grunted, the closest I could get to a laugh in my exhausted state.
"Ha. Want to go to a Christmas party with me? It's on Christmas Eve, so I understand if you'll be spending time with your family."
"We spend Christmas Day together, but I planned on taking the first train in the morning and coming home before dark."
Santa pulled me tighter. I swore I felt the press of his fangs on my neck before he spoke. "Perfect. The party starts at eight."
A moment later, I remembered he'd asked me a question, and I hadn't exactly answered. I considered my mind sufficiently blown. "I'd love to go with you."
"Thank you. It's mostly vampires, but I promise you'll be safe. We'll have fun." It sounded like he was trying to convince himself more than me.
I grunted again in the affirmative before sinking into dreamless sleep.