Page 43 of Mr. Naughty List
RJ blinked at him slowly. “Push all you want, Mr. Danvers, but I’m in charge tonight. So settle in. Santa’s got plans for his prissy elf.”
“I hope they include bending me over something and—”
“Shh. Hand me my backpack.”
Aaron lifted the bag onto the sofa beside them. RJ whistled under his breath and smoothed his fingers over Aaron’s soft abdomen, rubbing them over the treasure trail that led down beneath his straining tights. “Look at all this sexy elf on show for me.”
Aaron felt his cheeks prickle with heat, a blush of pleasure. He wasn’t used to praise from anyone, and he warmed everywhere with every bit of evidence that RJ was pleased by him.
Fantasy was well and good, meaningless hookups got his itch scratched, but sitting on RJ’s lap and being touched like this, gazed at like he was someone of real importance was a rush that was definitely turning out to be addictive.
He shoved that thought aside and concentrated on what RJ was pulling out of his bag. The ruler. Condoms. Lube. An old portable DVD player and an even older DVD that looked like it’d been handled a lot over the years. Lastly, RJ removed a separate bag and unzipped it, revealing a very naughty toy.
Aaron squirmed on his lap. “What’s all this?”
“Punishments for being on my naughty list, Mr. Danvers.” He fondled the set of purple anal beads. The smallest looked easy enough, but the last one was more than intimidating. He quirked an eyebrow. “Elf, you’re going to want to get comfortable for this.”
He moved Aaron off his lap and set up the portable DVD player on the coffee table. “You mentioned this was your favorite Christmas movie the other day. Turns out I had a copy in a box of my old stuff in Mom’s garage.”
“RJ….” Aaron groaned. He was so aroused, and this wasn’t what he’d bargained for. When RJ had showed up in a Santa outfit, he’d thought they’d get right to business. Spanking. Fucking. Orgasms. “Let’s just have sex.”
“We’re going to have sex. Lots of sex. Everything I told you about and more.” He moved the DVD player so that small screen faced the sofa. “Where’s Constance?”
“I don’t know.”
“There she is,” RJ said, nodding toward the top of the bookshelf where Constance was hiding to lick her paws. “Will it scare her if I make you scream?”
Aaron shuddered. “Stop making promises and then not keeping them.”
“Take that vest off. Leave the tights.”
RJ untied his Santa cape and draped it over the sofa, the faux-velvet side up. He pressed play on the DVD and sat back down on the cape with a cocky grin. All calm and confident with silly Santa hat on his head, he gripped Aaron’s neck and dragged him face first into his lap. Aaron’s elf hat fell off and joined RJ’s Santa hat in a tumble to the floor.
Breathing in the scent of RJ’s jean-clad crotch and sneaking his fingers to the soft strip of hair underneath RJ’s soft, white T-shirt, Aaron shivered as the opening theme song of his old favorite Christmas movie began.
“You know what this place needs,” RJ whispered, his fingers moving through Aaron’s hair and down his neck, stroking and encouraging Aaron’s nuzzling.
“What?”
“A tree.”
“So you said before.”
“Open my pants. Get my dick out.”
“Yesssss.” Aaron had thought RJ was never going to get started, that they’d be trapped in this wrestle of almost-sex forever, maybe until one of them broke and the spell of attraction between them broke too. But, no, now he was hurriedly working RJ’s zipper down and helping him tug his jeans halfway down his thighs.
RJ’s cock was a shock again, even though Aaron had had it in his body just a few days ago. But it was just so wide, smaller at the head and flaring out into a thickness that made his heart thump. He opened his mouth and started to lower down the beautiful shaft, but RJ gripped his hair and pulled him off.
“Your mouth is beautiful, Mr. Danvers, but only good elves get to suck my cock. Bad elves have to watch a movie while I do whatever I want to their bodies.”
Aaron shivered. As much as he wanted RJ’s dick in his mouth, letting RJ do whatever he wanted sounded just as good, maybe even better. “Yes, Santa.”
RJ grabbed a throw pillow and handed it to Aaron. “Across my lap. Ass up. Get comfortable. I plan to take my time.”
Aaron did as he was told, using the pillow to prop up his head, left cheek pressed into the material and head turned so that he could see the screen. A cartoon mouse was ruining Christmas for his whole town by not believing in Santa. RJ massaged Aaron’s ass through his tights as the mouse sang about his lack of faith.
“Relax.”