My Firefighter Santa
“Hey, babe. I’m home,” I shout as I enter our apartment.
Our apartment. God, I still get a thrill out of saying that.
I’ve never been happier in my life than I am right now, living here with Myles and Nix.
My family. That’s another thing that still fucking melts my heart every time I say it, or even think it.
I never thought I’d have this. And now, living here with Myles and Nix…
I never forget how lucky I am. I’m already the luckiest son of a bitch in the world just to have Myles, but then you throw in the pure joy and light that is the little man, and I’m nothing short of blessed.
And for the first time in a really long while, I’m not working over the Christmas holiday.
In the past, I’ve always volunteered to work through the holidays because it wasn’t like I had a family to spend it with.
But this year, I do. Tomorrow’s Christmas Eve, and Nix is spending tonight at his grandparents’ house, which means my man and I have the apartment all to ourselves tonight. And I plan to make the most of it.
“Sorry I’m late,” I say as I make my way back to the bedroom.
“Steph held me up. She sent some probie down to fetch me as I was on my out, because she just had to see me right then. And when I got up there, she just rambled on and on about the most inane shit, even though she knows I haven’t seen you in two days and just want to get my ass ho—“
I stop mid-sentence and drop my jaw when I enter the bedroom, because I cannot believe my eyes.
Myles is standing at the end of the bed wearing nothing but firefighter turnout gear—well, most of the turnout gear.
He’s got the coat on, but his chest is naked underneath it except for the suspenders holding up his pants...
which are unzipped and showing me just enough skin to see he’s commando under those pants.
Goddamn, that’s sexy! He’s also barefoot, and instead of a helmet, he’s wearing a Santa hat atop that gorgeous head of his.
It’s pulled down low in the front, and he’s gazing at me from underneath it through those impossibly long eyelashes of his.
Wait a tic—did I say he was gazing? He’s not gazing.
He’s fucking smoldering! Those beautiful, whiskey-colored eyes of his are on fire!
And is that an axe he has swung over his shoulder?
Good lord, this man is trying to kill me!
And it won’t be with that axe, although he does look damn sexy holding it.
Pretty sure I wouldn’t fight him either way at this point.
Soooo much hotness! There’s not a firefighter calendar in the world that could rival the way he looks right now.
“What were you saying about your ass, sweetheart?” Myles practically purrs.
“I… I… I was saying…” What was I saying?
I shake my head to try to clear it, so I can give him a halfway intelligent response to whatever question he just asked me.
Honestly, with the rushing in my ears and the sound of my heart beating like a damn steel drum, it’s a wonder I can hear him at all.
In the end, the best I can come up with is a mumbled “Huh?” as I continue to stare at him, struck dumb by the sheer volume of sexy standing right in front of me.
I’m pretty sure my mouth is still hanging wide open.
And I think I might even be drooling… just a little.
“I was asking about your ass,” Myles says, chuckling as he drops the axe and saunters up to me where he proceeds to reach behind me and pinch said ass.
That shakes me out of my stupor. I give him a cocky smile and say, “I’m more concerned with your ass right now. Do a little twirl for me, baby. I want to see this Christmas fantasy-come-true from all the angles.”
He gifts me with one slow turn around, and I notice my last name on the back of his turnout coat. “Wait a minute. Is that my gear you’re wearing?”
“Oh, is it?” he asks. He smiles what I believe he thinks is an innocent smile. But in actuality, it comes off a little wicked, if I’m honest. “I just asked for the gear from the sexiest firefighter in the station, and this is what they gave me.”
Suddenly that impromptu chat with Steph makes perfect sense now. She was distracting me while Myles slipped away with my gear. My best friend is a sneaky bitch! And so is my boyfriend!
I look him up and down, making it very clear that I’m definitely liking what I see. “Well, I have to say, you look far better in that gear than I do.”
Myles throws his arms around my neck and leans over to whisper in my ear. “Agree to disagree, sweetheart.”
“I do typically wear a shirt and keep my pants zipped up, though. But I must say, I’m really liking your version of the uniform. The only problem is I’m afraid you’d start more fires than you’d put out dressed like that. But you do you, babe.”
“I’d rather do you,” he croons while giving me the sexiest damn smirk. “But on second thought,” he says as he pushes me to my knees, “how about you do me?”
I am all in with that plan! I take a moment to just appreciate the sight before me as I run my hand down over his delectable six pack, the muscles jumping under my hand.
Then I lightly trace his treasure trail, and he shudders.
He’s practically panting by the time I push my hand inside his pants and take out his beautiful, hard cock.
He’s already leaking pre-cum, so I give his head a nice, long lick to collect it, and I moan as I swallow it down. He always tastes so good!
“Your dick is so pretty, baby. I must have been a very good boy this year for Santa to gift me with such a perfect specimen. Good thing you’re giving it to me early, because I’m about to do some things to you that are going to land me squarely on the naughty list.”
Before Myles can say anything in response, I swallow his dick all the way down, deep-throating my sexy man. And he lets out a surprised grunt of appreciation. I swallow around the head of his cock, and then begin sucking him in earnest as I bob my head.
“That’s soooo good, sweetheart. You’re so fugging good!”
After a few more hard sucks, I pull off his cock to draw in some much-needed air.
As I use one hand to slowly jerk him off, I raise my other hand to his mouth and push two fingers inside.
“Get them wet,” I rasp. He obeys immediately, licking my fingers like they’re his favorite treat, which sends a jolt of electricity straight to my dick.
And when I withdraw my fingers, they’re positively dripping with his saliva.
I put him back in my mouth, hollowing out my cheeks as I continue to suck him.
With my hands, I make my way back to his round, tight ass, stopping briefly along the way to massage his balls and rub along his perineum.
I use my hands to gently pull his ass cheeks apart and begin tracing one finger around his hole.
Then I slowly push inside, and Myles gasps when I push through his body’s resistance and sink my finger all the way in.
I give him a second to adjust to the intrusion, then begin to move my finger in and out slowly.
Pulling off his cock slightly to catch my breath, I swirl my tongue around his tip and press into the slit.
Myles loudly moans out his pleasure, and his knees nearly buckle.
“God, Tristan. What are you doing to me? I’m gonna blow if you keep this up.”
Continuing to slide my finger in and out of his ass, I come off his cock with an audible pop. Meeting his eyes, I give him the most lascivious smile I can muster. “Well, baby, that’s kind of the idea. Isn’t it?”
I can’t help rubbing my dick through my jeans as I look up at him.
Myles is so fucking sexy standing there in my turnout gear, a light sheen of sweat on his gorgeous chest and tight abdomen.
His hard, weeping dick juts from his pants, wet and glistening from my saliva.
And lust blazes from his expressive eyes.
I want to memorize him looking just like this.
I am so goddamned lucky this man is mine!
Then this firefighter sex god completely breaks the spell by whining like a teenage boy. “But I wanna fuck you, Tristan. I can’t do that if you make me come.” My god, is he actually pouting?
That’s adorable. I wonder if he’s going to stomp his foot next.
I can’t help laughing at him, which he really does not appreciate in this moment. He looks like he’s right on the edge, probably because I’m still sliding my finger in and out of his hole.
“How about this?” I say. “I’ll let you fuck me on one condition.”
“Yes,” he blurts out, making me laugh again.
“You don’t even know the condition yet.”
“The answer is yes, no matter what the condition is.”
“Okay, the one condition is you can fuck me right now as long as you bend me over the bottom of this bed and screw me stupid. And keep the gear on while you do it… including the Santa hat.” What can I say? I want the whole Sexy Firefighter Santa fantasy!
“Done.”
“Done? You sure?” I can’t help egging him on a little. He’s just too cute all strung out like this.
“Yes, I’m sure. Now, will you kindly remove your finger from my ass before I explode?”
I splutter out a laugh but do as he asks.
Then I rise to my full height before capturing his lips and kissing the holy hell out of him.
This man’s lips are so soft and full. I never get tired of kissing him.
I have one hand buried in the hair at the nape of his neck and the other gripping the side of his neck, my thumb pressing lightly on his throat.
Our tongues duel for dominance as we lose ourselves in the kiss, our bodies plastered together, hips bucking into each other instinctively.
Without warning, Myles breaks the kiss and pushes me off of him, much to my dismay. Panting, he simply points at me and says, “Strip.”