Page 20 of Erotic Temptations 1

Those big hands cupped my thighs, spreading my legs until he could settle between them. I pushed up, helpless, my cock straining so hard against the stupid pants that I thought I’d rip right out of them.

Mason found the zipper, eased it down, and just like that, my dick sprang free, flushed and leaking. The air in the small room was cold, but I burned for him. He took a second, just staring at it, lips parted, like he was about to say something. Maybe he didn’t need words.

He spit into his palm and slicked my length, thumb rubbing circles right over the head. Every muscle in my body bucked. My dick kicked in his grip. I hissed, unable to play it cool.

“You’re gonna kill me, man,” I whimpered.

He grinned and bent forward, wrapping those lips around the head of my dick, tongue lapping up the salty pre-cum.

For a wild second, my brain short-circuited. I grabbed the back of Mason’s head, fingers twisting in messy elf hair. Fuck, this was happening. Mason, on his knees, lips wrapped around me, tongue flicking the tip, then sliding all the way down, slow and firm. Heat shot through my body, twisting my belly into knots.

He took my cock deep, sucking hard, cheeks hollowing with every pass. I nearly sobbed.

“God, Mason,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”

He hummed, sending a pulse right down my shaft, and then he swallowed me farther. My hips jerked up, desperate for more, but he held me in place, hands gripping my thighs so hard I could feel it through the suit.

There was nothing delicate about it. He wanted to devour me. Each suck, each slick drag of his tongue down my length, sent flashes behind my eyes. I pressed his face closer, fucking into his mouth as gently as I could manage, though my whole body was shaking now.

Sweat prickled every inch of me. My balls drew tight, ready to blow. He must’ve felt it, because he loosened his grip, stroking my cock as he sucked the tip, tongue toying with the slit. My toes curled in my boots. Hell, I might’ve scratched the cheap linoleum with them.

He twisted his wrist as he pumped, mouth working in perfect rhythm. The pressure built and built, tighter than coiled tinsel, until I lost it, arching up and shooting hot into his mouth.

Mason took it all, licking me clean. My vision danced with stars. For a long moment, I sank back in the chair, gasping. My whole body felt boneless.

He kissed the softening tip, then tucked me back into the suit, making sure I was clean and covered. His fingers lingered at my waist, like he wanted me to know I was his.

“You still with me?” Mason grinned, chin wet, lips kiss-bright.

“I think I lost consciousness for a second,” I admitted. “Can’t feel my legs. ‘Santa Sleighed at Mall by Own Elf.’ You’re gonna make headlines.”

He laughed, low and happy, and stood, bending to press a gentle kiss against my lips. I tasted myself, salty and sharp, and didn’t mind at all.

“You’re amazing,” he said, like it was obvious. Like I was the only Santa in the universe who mattered.

Heat pulsed through me. My hands trembled as I grabbed the front of his elf shirt and pulled him closer, kissing him hard. I wanted to taste all of him. Needed more.

“Fuck me,” I said, because subtlety wasn’t my thing. “Right now.”

His eyes darkened, full of delicious promise. He palmed my thigh, then jerked me up, foam belly abandoned somewhere on the floor. My body responded before my brain did, and I was scrambling to strip out of the Santa suit as fast as possible.

Mason helped. His fingers were all business, dragging polyester and thermal shirt up and off. I let it go, arms overhead, and pulled his mouth down to mine. His hands found my ass, squeezing hard, owning me.

He spun me so I leaned over the little folding table. Fluorescent light beat down, the room silent but for our breathing and the rustle of clothes. The urge to be filled, to have him fuck me right open, was all-consuming. I spread my legs, bracing myself against the plastic tabletop.

Fabric rustled behind me. Mason shed his elf pants, then pressed up close, his cock heavy and hard against my ass. He groaned, rolling his hips so I could feel just how ready he was.

“You want this?” His voice was low, frayed with need.

I backed up, grinding against him. “Yeah, let me have it.”

He reached for the lube, which he must’ve pulled from the supply shelf, and slicked his cock, the sound loud in the hush of the supply room. He slid a cold finger between my cheeks, teasing the rim, then another. The sensation sent my head spinning, a flash of want so strong I nearly collapsed against the table.

Mason took his time, working me open with slow, careful strokes. He pressed inside me, one finger, then two, stretching, twisting, prepping me for what was coming. Each dip sent shivers of heat through my belly. I moaned, unable to keep it together. My cock, which had just gotten off, was already hardening again in anticipation.

He bit the back of my neck, licking up to my ear, then rolled his hips, fingers still working me. I whined. Actually whined. Not even ashamed.

“You’re beautiful like this,” Mason said. I could hear the smile in his voice. “Spread open… Hungry for me…”