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Story: Twelve Days of Christmas
“Is it all there?” I ask. My mouth is suddenly dry.
He nods, grinning. “Did you want to take a look?”
I shake my head, because I don’t. Then I nod, because I do. But then I shake my head because I don’t. “No.”
Tobias laughs. “I’ll hold it for safe keeping, shall I?”
I nod and try a couple of times to swallow.
Ignoring my obvious nervousness, he asks, “What gift are you up to today?”
He knows what I’m doing. He knows everything.
“Um, the leather passport holder,” I tell him. “I gave it to him this morning.”
I had a leather case etched with the initials CAF; his initials. Not extravagant, though still somewhat pricey – but cheap by comparison to the other gifts but equally as beautiful.
Tobias smiles. Then he asks, “Do you think he suspects anything?”
I shake my head. “Not a clue.”
DECEMBER 22ND
ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
This time,I watch him as he paces his office floor with his phone to his ear. He’s pissed off about something, and whoever he’s talking to is getting an earful.
I love it when he’s pissed off. It makes for fucking hot sex.
I’m half tempted to just walk into his private bathroom and wait for him. He’d follow me as soon as he could. Hell, he’d probably end the phone call right then and there so I could suck him off.
In fact, that’s a fucking marvelous idea.
I tell Rachel to hold all calls; I’m taking ten minutes.
And I just walk straight into his office, walk right past him and straight into his private bathroom.
He watched me.
I have no fucking doubt he watched me.
I count the seconds. Twelve. That’s all. Twelve seconds later, and he stalks into his bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he starts to say, but I’m already on my knees in front of him. I unzip him, taking his cock into my mouth, and suck him and pump him until his knees buckle and he shoots his load down my throat.
He slumps against the wall, all dreamy-eyed and smirking. I stand up, lick my lips and kiss him. He slides down, and when I think he’s still all cum-woozy, he unzips my pants, and my erection springs free.
“Does giving me head make you hard?” he asks, looking up at me before he slips the head of my cock between his lips.
I moan. “Watching you cum, feeling you cum, sucking it right out of you,” I tell him with a groan. “That makes me hard.”
It feels so fucking good. The way he slides and sucks, and twirls his tongue. Fuck.
I grab his head with both hands, guiding, feeling, fucking.
I’m so deep in his mouth, his throat, all of me. Every throbbing inch. Then he cups my balls, and the room spins. I cum so hard.
So hard.
He nods, grinning. “Did you want to take a look?”
I shake my head, because I don’t. Then I nod, because I do. But then I shake my head because I don’t. “No.”
Tobias laughs. “I’ll hold it for safe keeping, shall I?”
I nod and try a couple of times to swallow.
Ignoring my obvious nervousness, he asks, “What gift are you up to today?”
He knows what I’m doing. He knows everything.
“Um, the leather passport holder,” I tell him. “I gave it to him this morning.”
I had a leather case etched with the initials CAF; his initials. Not extravagant, though still somewhat pricey – but cheap by comparison to the other gifts but equally as beautiful.
Tobias smiles. Then he asks, “Do you think he suspects anything?”
I shake my head. “Not a clue.”
DECEMBER 22ND
ON THE NINTH DAY OF CHRISTMAS…
This time,I watch him as he paces his office floor with his phone to his ear. He’s pissed off about something, and whoever he’s talking to is getting an earful.
I love it when he’s pissed off. It makes for fucking hot sex.
I’m half tempted to just walk into his private bathroom and wait for him. He’d follow me as soon as he could. Hell, he’d probably end the phone call right then and there so I could suck him off.
In fact, that’s a fucking marvelous idea.
I tell Rachel to hold all calls; I’m taking ten minutes.
And I just walk straight into his office, walk right past him and straight into his private bathroom.
He watched me.
I have no fucking doubt he watched me.
I count the seconds. Twelve. That’s all. Twelve seconds later, and he stalks into his bathroom, locking the door behind him.
“I don’t think this is a good idea,” he starts to say, but I’m already on my knees in front of him. I unzip him, taking his cock into my mouth, and suck him and pump him until his knees buckle and he shoots his load down my throat.
He slumps against the wall, all dreamy-eyed and smirking. I stand up, lick my lips and kiss him. He slides down, and when I think he’s still all cum-woozy, he unzips my pants, and my erection springs free.
“Does giving me head make you hard?” he asks, looking up at me before he slips the head of my cock between his lips.
I moan. “Watching you cum, feeling you cum, sucking it right out of you,” I tell him with a groan. “That makes me hard.”
It feels so fucking good. The way he slides and sucks, and twirls his tongue. Fuck.
I grab his head with both hands, guiding, feeling, fucking.
I’m so deep in his mouth, his throat, all of me. Every throbbing inch. Then he cups my balls, and the room spins. I cum so hard.
So hard.