EROTICA | HOLIDAY SEX | SANTA

What Santa Wants for Christmas is Me

I want you to sit on my lap.

What Santa Wants for Christmas…

My shoulders relax when I realize that everyone is gone. The company Christmas party is finally over. I didn’t even want to plan the damn thing. It’s usually done by the CEO’s executive assistant, but she’s on maternity leave and we didn’t want to put such a huge task on her temporary replacement.

As VP of public relations, it fell to me. After all, we invite friends and family of employees. The pictures end up posted all over social media. I actually love Christmas, but planning a work party where there will be both alcohol and children requires a lot of thought.

With a glass in one hand and a half empty bottle of champagne in the other, I pour myself a little as the caterers finish gathering up leftovers. The cleaning crew will be in tomorrow, so I kick off my heels and walk around to make sure there’s no old food left in any of the conference rooms. I know that sometimes people get up to no good after they’ve had a few too many drinks at the open bar.

As I walk down the hall, I see the lights on in one of the conference rooms. I would hope people would leave the lights off if they’re doing anything they want privacy for. The door isn’t quite latched, so I push it open and pull in a startled breath.

A man stands near the conference room table. He’s facing away from me but is literally buck-ass naked. And even though I’ve never slept with anyone at my company, I know that this man does not work here.

His back is a play of muscles as he shoves one foot, then another, into a pair of red boxer briefs. My gaze falls once again to his ass as he bends over to pull up his underwear. Two perfect muscular globes tighten and release with his movements.

He turns at the sound of my gasp. His eyes widen and he yanks up his boxers. I wish I had just another minute to appreciate his bare backside. Oh, well.

“Sorry,” I say as my gaze darts around the room to find the lucky girl or guy he got naked with.

“It’s fine,” he says. “I kind of feel like you were my elf tonight, anyway.”

It’s then that I notice the furry red suit tossed into one of the chairs.

“You’re Santa?”

“Yeah. And you were a great help, making sure the line moved smoothly. I kind of wished you would have taken a turn on my lap, though.”

“Me?”

A few women had tried to sit on his lap. They must have seen what I missed. Santa is fucking hot.

He’s still standing there in his red boxers. When he fully faces me, I see that they have a Christmas tree on the crotch. For some reason, that makes me laugh.

“You really take your job seriously.”

“I do when I’m on the clock. Now that I’m done for the night, I wouldn’t mind one of those.” He nods at the glass of champagne in my hand. I only have the one glass, so I pass it to him then take a swig from the bottle.

“How about you take the glass and I’ll take the bottle?”

With a shrug, I trade him the bottle for the glass. This is my first drink all night since I was responsible for pretty much everything.

“Do you want me to step out so you can finish dressing?” I ask.

He gives me a wicked grin. “Or you could show me your Christmas underwear.”

“How do you know I’m wearing Christmas underwear?”

“Call it a hunch.”

“Wouldn’t taking off my clothes put me on Santa’s naughty list?”

“Doing something naughty for Santa definitely cements your place on the nice list. You could sit on my lap and tell me what you want for Christmas.”

I smile despite myself. “I’ve always wondered what Santa wanted for Christmas.”

“You.”

“Since you make sure everyone else gets what they want, I think it would be nice to give you what you want for once.”

He holds his hand out to me and I take it. He was so patient with all the kids — and the adults — that he definitely deserves a little release. And so do I.

As soon as I’m closer, he tugs me against him. When he presses his mouth to mine and licks at my bottom lip, I open for him. He tastes like champagne and candy canes. They go surprisingly well together.

I wrap my arms around his neck and suck on his tongue as he explores my mouth. I feel his hands fist in the skirt of my dress, drawing it higher and higher until the cool air of the room tickles the bare cheeks of my ass.

“It’s red, isn’t it?” he whispers against my lips as he runs his fingers along the slim lace strip of my thong.

“Yes.”

“Fuck. I have to see it.”

He pulls down the tab of the zipper. The dress might be simple, black and formal, but my lingerie set underneath is ornate, delicate, and colorful.

When he pulls the dress off my shoulders, it floats to the floor and he laughs. “I didn’t even think Santa could be turned on by Christmas lights.”

My lace bra and panties have strings of multicolored Christmas lights embroidered along the waistline and neckline.

“If they light up, I’m fucking you with them on,” he says.

“They don’t.”

“That’s probably better,” he says. “I really want to see you naked.”

“I’d like to see the front side of you naked.”

“It’s a little different now than it was when you walked in a few minutes ago.”

He steps back, then pushes his boxers down and off. His cock bounces free and little noise bursts from me at his size. I lick my lips. No wonder he has a tree on his underwear. His cock is like the trunk of that tree, thick and long.

“Your turn,” he says.

I reach back and unhook my bra, letting it fall from my shoulders and join my dress on the floor. And last are my panties.

Once I’m naked, he looks me over with a wicked smile as he takes my hand and pulls me closer. When our bare bodies touch, I grunt. His skin is hot and his chest hair abrades my hard nipples. He looks into my eyes as he lowers his head. Then our lips touch. When his tongue presses inside my mouth, I feel it all the way to my clit.

He turns us, cups my ass, and lifts me onto the conference room table. When steps between my legs, I feel the smooth heat of his erection glide up my inner thigh.

“Mm,” he hums against my lips as he lowers me down against the cool wood of the table.

I spread my legs further apart and do a little humming of my own when he slides his shaft up and down the seam of me. I’m already wet enough that I lube him a little more with each pass. When his tip flicks my clit, I shudder.

“Sweet Cecilia,” he whispers.

I bring him down and kiss him as he fits himself to my opening. He curls his arms under my knees, opening me wide before thrusting in to the hilt. I pull in a sharp breath at the sting. He’s stretching me more than I’ve ever been stretched before.

“You’re big,” I say as I try to relax so I can fully accommodate him.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

I laugh. He groans about how that makes me even tighter.

“It’s not a bad thing, I just need a minute to adjust.”

He stays balls deep inside me, letting me get used to his girth, but he circles his hips. I bite my lip because this has him rhythmically pressing against my clit. Soon, I’m trying to tilt my pelvis to meet his gyrations.

“I think you’re used to my size now, aren’t you Cecilia?”

“Yes. Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going to stop,” he says as he flicks his hips back, then punches them forward again.

Each thrust is slow, but hard. His body slaps against mine. I grunt each time our bodies connect. The only things keeping him from fucking me across the table are his hands gripping my hips. My legs are still slung over his arms.

He picks up speed, fucking me hard, but also fast. The friction has my thighs quivering. Nothing has ever felt so good inside me. Even without the clit stimulation, I will most assuredly come if he keeps this up.

I wrap my arms around him, curling them up and over the back of his shoulders. He hovers over me, but I pull him even closer. I arch my back so that my tingling nipples brush against the hair on his chest. I shift from side to side, then up and down, getting that stimulation at the very tips of my nipples.

Pleasure shoots from my chest to my clit, and at that very second, he thrusts deep, his groin tapping against my clit.

“Ah… please,” I shout. I don’t know why I’m being so polite, maybe because it’s Santa who’s fucking me so well?

“I’ll give you what you need,” he says.

He slams into me, hitting my clit again and making me scream. He stays balls deep inside me, but continues to rut against me.

“You’re so tight,” he says. “I can feel every fucking spasm. Fuck.”

And then I feel him expand inside me even more. A second wave rolls through me. I curl my toes to hold on to what’s happening between us. Nothing has ever felt this good.

His shaft jerks and flexes inside me, drawing out my orgasm. I look up to see that his head is thrown back, his teeth are bared as he growls out his release. The sight makes me shiver. I’m still coming and already I want him again. That’s my last thought before the edges of my vision turn black.

I wake up alone in my bed. Was that all a dream? When I stretch, I wince. My pussy is sore and so are my thigh muscles. Something definitely happened last night.

When I sit up, I see it. A small snow globe rests on the pillow next to me. Inside is Santa in his sleigh, being pulled by his team of reindeer. It looks like he’s flying through the air, but I’m sure that’s just an illusion.

I shake the globe to get the little snow balls inside whirling around. Then I notice there’s something on the bottom. It’s an inscription,

I hope you got what you wanted for Christmas. Next time, I want you to sit on my lap.

Love, Santa

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