“I’m in the mood for just about anything. I could probably eat this tie.”
He laughs. “I kind of want you to so I don’t have to look at it anymore. How many of those ridiculous ties do you have anyway?”
“Probably the same amount as my socks you love so much.” I lift my ankle in the air to show off my Charlie Brown Christmas socks. They match my red tie that has various Peanuts characters on it holding Christmas wreaths and stockings.
He shakes his head. “I think I’ve seen enough ridiculousness for one day.”
“But I was just getting started.”
“Me too.” He smiles, pulling his phone out of his pocket. With a few taps on the screen, more vibrations move against my prostate leaving me a shaking mess in my chair. I bite my lower lip to keep from screaming when the pulses increase. I cross my legs, wiggling in my seat, struggling to get any coherent words out of my mouth. Someone buzzes from downstairs and the vibrations stop. “Looks like the food’s here. You should go get that. I think you could use a nice long walk.”
I grip my desk, having trouble gaining enough balance to stand. His chuckles fill the air and he is the only one who thinks this is funny. “If you keep doing that, I’ll never be able to get out of this damn chair again.”
“Language, little elf. If you don’t behave, we may have to skip playtime. Do you want that?”
“No, Santa.”
“Good boy, then off you go. I think you’ve kept the delivery guy waiting long enough.”
I finally manage to stand up, and by the way the delivery guy is staring at me when I get downstairs, I know I’m probably not walking very straight. I reach into my back pocket to pay him with the card Gray gave me, and, as I hand it to him, more pulses travel between my cheeks. It’s teasing my prostate and stealing my concentration, causing my hand to stay on the delivery guy’s way too long. He quickly pulls his hand back eyeing me curiously. “Was that coming from you?”
I nod. “Yeah, probably a phone call I missed.”
Buzz . . . I curl my toes in my shoes, almost as if I could grip my feet into the pavement. I tighten my hands into fists against my sides, and I still manage to drop the credit card. The vibration stops and I smile at the delivery guy, bending down to pick up the card. Then, buzzz . . . My phone rings, playing a Christmas tone I downloaded last night. When I reach for it, the vibrations in my ass start again. The delivery guy lifts his brows and his gaze moves from my phone to my ass. Buzz. That’s it, I’m going to kill Gray. My face flushes and I am beyond mortified and have to make a note to never eat food from that restaurant again.
Chapter Sixteen
Gray
After we eat our sandwiches at our desks and have returned to work for a while, I message Michael to come into my office. In a matter of minutes, he is twisting the knob and pushing open the door.
“Hey there, little elf. I think you’ve been patient enough today, don’t you?”
He nods, making a beeline for my desk. “Yes, Santa. Do I earn some playtime now?”
I nod, “Yes, baby. You sure do.”
His eyes widen and light up at the endearment and I almost say it again just to keep those beautiful brown pools beaming down at me. “Come here, little elf, come sit on Santa’s lap.”
He falls into my lap not very gracefully and luckily my reflexes are quick enough to keep him from falling to the ground. “Someone is eager for playtime.”
He nods with enthusiasm. “Yes, Santa.”
I tug on his chin, pulling his face close to mine. His lips are warm and covered in sugar. He must have eaten more cookies during lunch and I badly want to eat him in any way he will let me. “You always taste so sweet, little elf.”
I kiss him again, this time thrusting my tongue into his mouth, and press my cock up against his fully clothed ass. Not liking that revelation, I break the kiss and run my finger down his chest. “Take your clothes off for me, little elf. All of them and bend over the desk.”
He stares at the desk and back at me. “But it’s cold, Santa.”
I lift him out of my lap, forcing him to stand, and I take off my coat. I didn’t like the idea of my little elf being more uncomfortable than he already is. I lay my jacket over the desk after moving my files and laptop. “Better?”
He nods shyly. “Yes, Santa. Thank you.” His clothes fall to the floor as he tears each piece from his body, leaving nothing but his socks on. He is standing bare in front of me, flushing from head to toe. I run my fingers down his sides, enjoying his soft skin. “You’re such a beautiful little elf.”
He shakes his head and I remove his glasses to set them out of the way where they can’t break and brush a kiss over his nose. “Yes, you are.”
His belly is soft, and he holds a little more weight in his midsection than I do. I badly want to press my body against his with no barrier standing in our way. I trace over the stretch marks etched into his hips and he shudders at my touch. “Show me the gift I got you, baby. Let me see how pretty your tight little hole looks wrapped around it.”
Instead of responding with his words, he uses his actions to let me know he understands exactly what I want him to do. He leans over the desk, exposing his perfect ass to me that resembles a round, plump peach. “Mmm, look at you. Look how well your hole hugs around this.” I tug at the plastic buried deep between his cheeks, twisting it around earning me animalistic sounds from his mouth. “Please, Santa.”
“Please what, baby?”
“Please let me come.”
“Tell me how you want to come, little elf. Do you want to come with this in your ass or would you rather have something bigger and better?”
“Ahhh.” His body shakes again at the twist of my hand. “I want you, Santa.”
“Then me you shall have, little elf.” I pull at the plug, removing it from his ass with a few more twists.
“Uhh.” His hips shake against the desk and his hole clenches as I remove the plug. I spread his cheeks apart, staring at his shiny hole dripping with lube. The loud noise of my desk drawer opening has his neck twisting, and his eyes glancing back at me.
I pull out a condom that I put in there this morning. The look in his eyes tells me he doesn’t like what he sees. “Don’t worry, little elf, I only put this in here for you. I’ve never played with anyone else here before. You are my one and only little elf.”
“And you are my one and only Santa,” he says, his voice coming out raspy.
“And the only one you will ever need.” I unzip my pants, slip my cock out from the side of my panties, and slide the condom on. His face presses back down onto the desk. I don’t want to hurt him so I slip in a few fingers first, even though I know he is stretched out plenty from the plug. They sink into his hole with no effort and his cheeks squeeze around me. He is getting impatient and so am I. I press the tip of my cock against his pucker and slowly push in, surpassing the tight ring of muscles as I dive further into his heat. His walls hug my cock perfectly. I could stay here forever basking in how good it feels to be buried inside his warmth. I move in and out in steady movements before pulling completely out to slam back in harder and faster. His moans are loud and have me nearly coming inside him way too soon. I’m not ready for it to end yet, but the more his hole constricts around my cock, the more I lose all control of any restraint I once had.
I fuck into him deeper with long, quick thrusts causing him to thrash against the desk. “Ohh, Santa,” he cries. “You feel so good inside me.”
I continue to pick up my speed and his movements have my cock twitching inside him on the verge of eruption. I hang on at the edge, ready to let myself fall and then notice he reaches for his cock. “No touching yourself. That is only for Santa to play with. Hands stay on the desk, little elf.”
“Yes . . . Santa,” he says in between pants.
I thrust into him a few more times and that’s all it takes to have him shooting his load on my desk. His orgasm has my body shaking and my balls contracting. I don�
�t try to fight back my orgasm anymore and let my warm seed fill the condom, wishing I was filling him instead. My legs tremble as I continue chasing my release, still shoving my overly sensitive cock into his ass until my dick begins to soften and I’m completely milked dry.
When I pull out of him, he makes more beautiful sounds and is still trying to catch his breath, laying still against the desk. “You did so good for me, my little elf. You were the perfect little hole. The perfect little cum slut. Do you want to be my little cum slut?”
“I want to be your everything, Santa.”
For a minute, those words warm my cold heart, and then I’m taken back to the day when someone else muttered similar words and didn’t mean them. My walls are suddenly closing in on me again and I’m suffocating. Even his sweet little voice isn’t enough to pull me out this time. The memories are drowning everything out, just like they usually do when I get too close. The memories of the man I thought I loved, tying me up naked against the tree and leaving me there all night long. I remember freezing against the bark and I remember someone removing the blind fold and me opening my eyes to a large crowd gathering around me.
And that was the last day I ever stepped foot in my hometown. That was the last day I ever celebrated Christmas and the last time I ever saw my childhood best friend.
Chapter Seventeen
Michael
Gray backs away from me and his expression is back to being hard and unwelcoming. His pants are already zipped up and he is straightening out his tie. “Break is over. Back to work, Mikey. You might want to clean up your mess first though.” He grabs the box of tissues sitting on top of his filing cabinet and tosses it next to me on the desk.
I stand up on shaky legs, feeling small and full of shame. No longer on my orgasmic high, and no longer receiving sweet smiles and touches from Gray. I want to ask him what happened but I’m afraid I won’t like the answer. Maybe he got what he wanted from me and is just done. Or maybe he realized this wasn’t what he wanted and was regretting the whole thing. Maybe it’s best I don’t know.
I clean myself up and quickly get dressed when Gray leaves his office. My clothes are now wrinkled against my body and the plug is no longer sitting on Gray’s desk. I guess he didn’t want me to have it anymore.
I hurry back to my desk and take a seat, wishing I was anywhere but here. Things went from being perfect to blowing up in my face just like I thought they would. I expected it to happen soon. Gray is nowhere to be found and it has me wondering if he is even still in the building. I try and focus on my work, but have a difficult time keeping my mind from wandering.
The loud footsteps coming from behind me have me turning around to face a disheveled Gray. “We should be finished here in an hour and then you can go do whatever it is you do on this dreadful holiday.”
“What makes it so dreadful? I can’t understand how someone could hate a holiday so much.”
“I don’t hate it; I just find it to be overrated.”
“Do you hate me then?”
His eyes are now full of sorrow. I didn’t want him angry and emotionless toward me anymore, but I don’t want him feeling sorry for me either. “No. I don’t hate you, Mikey. I doubt anyone ever could.”
“Could have fooled me.”
“Look, just finish up what you’re doing and then we can both be on our way home before the weather gets any worse and we end up snowed in.”
Before, being snowed in with Gray would have been appealing, but now the tension in the air makes it difficult for me to breathe. Now I want nothing more than to escape it. Gray goes to his office without another word but leaves his door open. The next hour feels like a lifetime and I don’t feel like I get much done, but when I look at my work, I got more done than I thought. I must have been working on autopilot. When I turn everything off, Gray is standing in the doorway not making eye contact with me. “Ready to go, Mikey?”
“Yes, Sir. I just need to grab my jacket from your office.” I hurry past him and my jacket is exactly where I left it, on the floor by his desk. Everything is placed perfectly on his desk the way it was before he fucked me on it, almost as if it never happened. Maybe it didn’t and it was all in my head. My aching ass full of lube disagrees with me though. “I’m ready now. You didn’t have to wait for me you know.”
“It’s Christmas, no one should walk to their car alone on Christmas.”
Suddenly he cares about it being Christmas after expressing his dislike for it many times before. “Okay. Let’s go then. Hopefully, there are places open on the way home because I am starving.”
“Do you only ever eat take out?”
I nod. “Lately I don’t have time for much else.” I want to say, ‘thanks to you,’ but stop myself.
He frowns. “You should come have dinner at my place then. My sister sent plenty of food over yesterday. I can’t eat it all by myself.”
I arch my eyebrows, feeling confused. “Why would I do that?”
“Because you’re hungry.”
“I don’t get you, Gray. One minute you’re fucking me against the desk and the next you act like you can’t wait for me to leave your office. Now you’re inviting me to your house for dinner. Am I missing something here?”
He sighs loudly. “Look, it was only an invitation. You can always say no and eat alone on Christmas.”
“I’d rather eat alone than with someone who doesn’t want me around.”
“If that were true, I wouldn’t have asked you. Look, forget it, let’s just head down to our cars so we can go our separate ways.”
I follow behind him not saying another word. The space between us on the elevator is even bigger than yesterday. When the door opens, I step outside it, but I don’t get far when Gray grabs my arm and yanks me back inside. My body smashes against his and his warm breath heats my lips. “I don’t hate you and I don’t hate Christmas.”
“Then what’s your problem? Why are you such a Grinch?”
His eyes become heavy with emotion and I don’t think I’ve ever seen Gray so vulnerable. It’s a breath of fresh air, proving he’s just as human as the rest of us. “It’s the memories this day brings. They usually make today unbearable, but that was until you made them fade. With you, I was finally able to let go and I guess it scared me.”
“Scared you how?”
“I was setting it up to happen all over again.” He swallows hard making his Adam’s apple bob. I stand back a little, letting our eyes meet. I rub my thumb over his jawline. “For what to happen again? What happened to you to make you so closed off from the world?”
I’ve always wondered if something happened to Gray to make him the way he is. I didn’t want to believe he was this way for no reason.
“It . . .” He stops and releases a sigh before starting again. “A while back I had this friend and . . . nevermind. It doesn’t matter anymore.”
I take his hand in mine hoping it offers him the same comfort it offers me. Nothing about Gray used to be comforting, but that was because I only knew of one side. There was way more to my awful boss than I realized. Suddenly he isn’t so awful, he’s just lost and I want to help him find his way out of that dark place he’s been hiding in all these years.
“It was years ago and I thought he felt the same way as me, but he didn’t. It was all a game. A way to humiliate me in front of his friends and the person he did want. I became the punch line to their stupid joke.”
“Who?”
“Ethan, a guy from my past. A guy I thought I loved. I guess I loved the idea of him more than anything. We were best friends first and then I wanted more. I thought he did too when he wrote me a note saying he wanted everything I wanted. He asked me to meet him in the woods across the street from our high school on Christmas Day. I trusted him and stupidly did everything he asked me. He left me there, naked and humiliated. He said he wanted to see if the rumors were true about me liking different things and couldn’t believe I would actually let him blind fold me and tie me
up. That I was . . . a freak.”
My mind takes me back to when things changed between Gray and me, when Gray became distant and cold. It was when I told him I wanted everything. I enjoyed everything we did and thanks to Gray, I discovered a part of myself I never knew was there.
“I’m sorry that happened to you, Gray, but just so you know, I never say things I don’t mean. This isn’t some game to me. What happened between us was real.”
He nods, wrapping his hands around my waist. “I know and I’m sorry too. It was all real to me too and I’m not ready for it to end. So, will you please join me for dinner?”
I press a quick kiss to his lips. “Yes, I will come over for dinner. As long as it includes a visit from Santa.”
He smiles. “Of course. I wouldn’t want to disappoint my little elf.”
He presses his nose against mine and I kiss him hard and long until the elevator doors open again. We both step out, get in our separate cars, and I follow Gray to his place.
In all the time we’ve worked together, I’ve never seen Gray’s house before and I can’t help but feel giddy when I finally step inside. I’m not surprised to see it empty of lights and decorations. I’m also not surprised to see how neat and tidy it is. His house matches his office. Which come to think of it, kind of matches his personality. It’s perfectly put together on the outside but on the inside, it hides so many secrets and remains a giant mystery. Little by little I would open each of Gray’s doors and discover all the wonders hiding behind them.
I wander around his living room, taking in each picture and piece of decor. I search for anything that will help pull me closer into his world.
He walks up behind me and pulls me into his arms. “The kitchen is that way.” He points toward the bright light coming from behind us. I lean into his hold, turning my face around to taste those warm lips again. Gray is letting me kiss him and I want to keep doing it, but I’m worried he will pull away again at any moment.
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