St. Nick’s Night of Xstasy by Cassandre Dayne

“Hey Frank, happy holidays,” Nick said to the guard as he entered his prominent gated homeowners association. As the gate arm slowly inched upward, the distinguished gentleman stepped out of the small brick enclosure to greet him. Nick rubbed his tired eyes. It had been a very long week.

“Evening Mr. St. Peter. Merry Christmas.” As Frank tipped his hat, his white hair fluttered in the breeze. Even in the dim light of the crested moon, his rich green eyes were smiling.

“Taking time off for the holidays?”

“I am, sir. Me and the wife are going to Michigan to visit my brother.”

“Good for you! Here’s a little something for Christmas.” For some reason Nick felt more generous this year.

Frank smiled and took the envelope and tipped his hat. “Thank you, sir. I hope Santa is good to you this year.”

“Me too.” Nick grinned as he drove into the well-lit community, ready for a hefty glass of bourbon, a good cigar and the soft confines of his leather couch. And watching a winning Jets game. Chuckling, he turned onto his street and rolled down the long, aggregate driveway. As the garage door swung open, he was surprised and pleased.

Cord was home early.

Well, perhaps the week was looking up after all. Parking the car, Nick grabbed the bottle of booze and headed in the side door. The wafting scent of spaghetti laced with the delicious fragrance of fresh garlic and just a touch of his favorite hot ancho pepper were inviting and made his mouth water and his cock twitch. Nick missed his lover.

He had to laugh as he neared the kitchen, their usual hangout. Filled with stainless steel appliances and black granite countertops, the newly renovated room was nestled in the center of their decadent den of lust, as Cord had taken to calling the expansive multi-room entertainment area. His rendition of Santa Clause is Coming to Town could be heard over the sounds of the CD player. Cord’s singing wasn’t the best, but the man was filled with joy. Nick never understood why, given his choice of profession.

Being the corporate attorney for Nick’s firm certainly had its share of difficulties. What Cord Jenson had to deal with during all the hostile acquisitions representing Nick’s inherited firm, Troubled Waters, was beyond his comprehension at times. Not a single small company handled having their ailing firm ripped out of their hands without issuing a barrage of nasty words or a having a literal breakdown in the middle of their gleaming downtown offices. Nick had everything money could buy and a fabulous relationship while others suffered on a day-to-day basis. The dichotomy hit him hard, yet he couldn’t deny he was basically a happy man. Glancing at the twelve foot Christmas tree brightly lit in a combination of white and sparkling colored lights, he felt like a kid in a toy store.

“Santa Clause is coming… Santa Clause is coming…”

“I see you’ve been busy.” Nick surveyed the mess in the kitchen as he set his briefcase and the liquor store bag down on the side chair.

“And I see you’re your usual fashionably late.” Cord turned, gave him a saucy gaze, licked his lips and glided toward him. Pitching the kitchen towel across the room, he gazed down the length of Nick and sighed. “Dear God, I’ve missed you. Somehow jerking off in the hotel bathroom just didn’t do the same thing as having your hot, wet mouth wrapped around my dick.”

“With language like that, big boy, we won’t make dinner.” Nick drew Cord’s heated body to his and brushed his lips across his carved chin, relishing in the musky, tangy scent laced with the barest hint of Cord’s Obsession cologne.

Cord slid his massive hands down Nick’s back to cup his firm buttocks, dragging him into his throbbing cock. “Who says we need dinner? Although I am very hungry.” He chuckled as he crushed Nick’s lips, sliding his tongue into the deep recesses of his lover’s mouth.

As their tongues entwined, Nick moaned into the passionate moment. It had been far too long without having his lover in his bed. Every portion of his body tingling as he caressed Cord’s ass, grinding his hips into Cord’s cock, feeling just how badly he’d been missed.

Cord panted as he grazed his hands up and down the length of Nick’s back in a wild abandon of unrequited passion until Nick finally broke the kiss. “What’s wrong? Am I suddenly too much for you?”

Always the same tease, Nick gave him a naughty press of his lips before inching back. “In your dreams.”

“Perhaps in yours.”

Nick laughed as he grabbed the bottle of bourbon and headed toward the far counter, opening the mahogany cabinet door and grabbing out two crystal tumblers. “Why are you home early? Thought you weren’t going to be home until after the Christmas party?”

“And miss the wicked fun? Not a chance!” Cord whipped his shoulder length blond hair over his shoulder as he turned to the stove, grabbing the wooden spoon and stirring the sauce.

Nick raised his eyebrow as he grabbed ice and plopped the cubes into the glasses. “Uh huh, I know that tense stance of yours. What happened?” He poured them both a hefty amount of amber liquid and eyed his lover of four years, the longing forcing his cock into his crisp, linen Armani pants. At six foot six, the shaggy blond haired, green-eyed, rough-hewn slice of heaven was simply the most gorgeous man Nick had ever known. Damn, he was ready to drop to his knees and suck Cord’s cock.

“Eh, the truth is the Heller’s were basket-cases. Brought in their attorney and threw down a series of accusations.”

Nick nodded as he placed a glass on the counter near the stove. “Oh hell, it’s Christmas. Let it go until after the holidays.”

Cord burst out laughing. He turned and shook his head as he grabbed the glass, lifting it in a toast. “A year ago I wouldn’t have heard those words out of your mouth. Touché, lover.”

Nick sighed and took a long sip, closing his eyes as the liquid burned the back of his throat. “A year ago I was still under duress.”

“True.” He swirled the drink in his glass, eyeing Nick with a savage stare while taking a heady gulp. “Hmmmm.”

“What?”

“You’re right, who needs food?” Cord turned off the water for the pasta, extinguished the flame under the sauce, set his glass down with a thud and unzipped his pants. Folding his arms he grinned. “Come.”

Nick shook his head, a chuckle erupting from his lips. Toying with him, he licked the rim of his glass in languishing circles as he watched Cord’s eyes narrow, his breathing become ragged. “You want something?”

“You know what I want. Now get over here or I’ll be brutal.”

“Promises, promises.”

Cord cocked his head and growled before striding to him, yanking the glass from his hand and forcing him to his knees. “Suck me.”

God, how Nick loved when Cord was nearly savage. While he was the boss during the day in the high-powered acquisitions firm, Cord ruled their bed. Kinky and into the most wicked tastes of BDSM, Cord could bring him to orgasm with a whisper of his husky voice or force him to wait for relief for a solid day. Either way, Nick relished succumbing to his exotic needs.

“I think a little appetizer before dinner is in order,” Cord chuckled as he brushed his hand through Nick’s curly locks, forcing his head down.

Nick grazed his fingers over Cord’s balls, cupping and squeezing with just enough pressure he jumped. Darting his tongue out, he traced a slow and lazy circle around his cockhead.

“God, I’ve missed this.” He tossed his head back, gripping onto the counter with one hand. Swallowing hard, his legs quivered from the sexual tension, the blatant hunger.

Nick slid his tongue down and back up his shaft, kneading and caressing the base with one hand as he continued to squeeze his balls with the other. He knew he was driving Cord crazy, just the way he enjoyed. “Good?”

“Tease me much longer and I may flog your sweet little ass before dinner.”

Nick growled and eased his hot, wet mouth over just the tip, allowing his tongue to savor the first pearl bead. It was obvious the man had been in need. Taking his thick shaft down an inch at a time, he inched forward as Cord’s legs continued to shake.

Cord pushed his head down, willing him to take more, to consume him like a delicious treat of succulent candy. “Suck me, baby.”

Nick drew him all the way into his mouth until the throbbing muscle hit the back of his throat. Relaxing his jaw muscles, he held Cord still as his cock swelled, filling his mouth until a slight hiss escaped his pursed lips. Nick had him right in the palm of his hand. Slowly, methodically he began to draw his lips up and down Cord’s dick, almost removing it completely and thrusting him hard into the deep, wet recesses, sucking and squeezing, using his hands, his lips. His teeth grazed over the thick shaft and he felt Cord tense.

“Sweet Jesus, yes!” Cord began using his hips to fuck Nick’s mouth, gently at first until he could no longer take the sexual tension. Forcing them both away from the tight confines of the counter, he began plunging hard and fast, using his strong leg muscles to drive like a wild stallion.

Nick braced himself with his legs, allowing Cord to take control as he sucked and whimpered around the invasion. Enjoying the feel of his own cock throbbing against his pants, his heart raced from the delicious act he burned to feel.

In and out Cord thrust, moaning louder with each long pulse, his breath scattered pants. “Yes, my boy, yes! Suck me. Harder.”

Obeying his command, Nick took him all the down until his swollen balls slapped against his chin. As Cord took his head into both of his hands, using his hips as a piston, Nick began stroking his own cock, needing release. Needing to be fucked.

“God, I want to…cum…this way…but…but…aaaaaahhhh!” Tipping his head back, Cord emitted a strangled cry as he tried to keep the climax at bay. “No…no! I have to be inside your sweet little ass. I have…craved it this long…week.” Cord pushed him back and gazed down, his eyes dilated from the intensity of their combined lust. He laughed and wiped the perspiration from his brow, shaking his head back and forth. “Damn boy, you know how to give good head.”

“Oh yeah? Wanna see what else I can do?” Nick knew damn good and well Cord was going to take full control, just as they both craved.

As anticipated, Cord grunted and jerked Nick to his feel, fumbling with Nick’s belt and button that kept his naked body hidden from view. “Off now.” His laughter sparkled with a slice of danger, a hint of the evil deeds to come and he inched back and nodded. “Now!”

Nick curled his lips and glided back, wagging his ass as he pulled down the zipper slowly. Easing the pants just to his carved hipbones he spread his legs so that gravity couldn’t do the dirty deed. It was their tease and it was meant to entice and torture. Since the moment they realized they had to taste each other four beautiful years before, their sex life had been fueled with tasty treats and kinky acts. And while they’d grown a touch bored over the last six months, tonight everything seemed perfect. “You sure you want me?”

“Sure? I’ll drag you over the counter and fuck you like a racehorse if you make me wait much longer,” Cord hissed.

Nick cocked his head and drew his finger into his mouth, pulling the long digit in and out as he blazed a long and hungry trail down the length of Cord’s body, risking a daring move. He stepped back two long strides and continued his playful action.

Cord snarled and licked his lips. “Really?”

“Uh huh.”

In three short seconds, he reached Nick, grabbed his unfastened pants, yanked them down and pressed his waist over the kitchen island as he kicked the unwanted material away. The height was perfect to tip Nick’s naked, chiseled ass into the air. “Oh yes, you have the most perfect tight butt of any man I have ever seen.”

“And you’ve seen how many?” Nick grunted, breathless from the intensity of Cord’s actions. Panting, he grabbed onto the other edge of the cold granite, pressing his ass further toward Cord. It was nothing more than a blatant offering of his sex, an acquiescence of his body to a man that ruled him at night.

The series of hard smacks across his backside reminded Nick very quickly who was boss. “What did you say to me?” Cord’s growl playful, he slid his hand down from the small of his waist across each hipbone then down to graze a single finger down the crack of Nick’s ass, tickling his balls.

“You heard me,” Nick cooed.

Cord sliced a series of long, hard spanks across Nick’s backside.

“Oooohhh….yyyyyeeeesss.” Nick closed his eyes, spreading his legs as far as he could as the delirious feeling of pain mixed with a tingling in his cock that was so strong he felt a level of rapture flood his body.

“Such a naughty boy! You need to be taken over my knees every night before Christmas, lest Santa won’t come.” Cord rubbed Nick’s ass as he lowered down onto his legs. He brushed the tips of his fingers down the long crack as he parted his quivering cheeks and blew a single puff of air across the puckered hole.

“Oh…sweet Jesus…Cord.” Nick shivered, feeling the burn from the slaps sizzle his blood as the first dart of Cord’s tongue across his rosy bud forced a series of long, dazzling quivers down the length of his spine and around his cock like a tight vice.

“You want me to lick you, boy toy?”

“Uh huh.” Hell yes! Nick loved the shameless act.

Cord pulled his cheeks wide open and bent, allowing his tongue to slide down and across Nick’s tight hole, dragging beads of saliva to his entrance. Using a single finger, he pressed the moisture inside, pulsing in gently. “Mmmm…tasty.” He licked from the base of his balls up to the tender pucker, slicing inside and out and in again as a single finger became two pushing against the tight ring of muscle.

Nick moaned as his ass muscles clenched over the invasion, opening and closing his eyes as the wild pulsing of pleasure began building in his body. Stars of shimmering colors danced across his field of vision and he panted as Cord pushed past the ring, thrusting deeply into his ass. “Oooohhhh….aaaaahhhhh!” Wriggling from the pain as the first hint of ecstasy washed over him, he threw his head back and growled, the sound savage.

“That’s it. Almost ready for my cock.” Cord used his tongue and his fingers, plunging harder and faster inside as he wrapped his other hand around Nick’s balls, squeezing and caressing.

The effect of Cord’s fingers hitting his prostate forced Nick’s cock to a delicious state of agony, needing to cum but unable just yet.

Cord kept the manic action going, grunting and licking fervently until Nick thrashed back and forth across the table.

“God, fuck me!”

“What did you say?” Cord grunted.

“Fuck…me!” His words garbled, Nick clawed the edge of the counter, begging and moaning as Cord refused to let him go, sliding four fingers deep into his ass in a wild pumping motion that drove Nick nearly over the edge of the island. As Cord’s hand began pulling and stroking the entire length of his cock, he couldn’t hold it back any longer. “Please…please…”

In one swift move, Cord yanked him around, lowered onto his knees and took the entire length of Nick’s dick into his mouth seconds before Nick exploded, tipping his head back and screaming.

“Gggggaaaaawwwwwwwdddddd! Yyyyyyeeeessss!” His vision marred, Nick scrambled to find the edge of the counter and would have fallen if Cord hadn’t cupped his buttocks, using the power of his arms to press Nick forward and backward, fucking his mouth, suckling the sweet cum of release.

Cord sucked until every drop of Nick’s honey was gone.

Nick moaned and lolled his head back, unable to focus as Cord cleaned his cock and balls, savoring the musky flavor. He hadn’t cum that hard in months. Panting, he fell back against the counter when Cord let him go.

Cord wiped his lips with the back of his hand, rising slowly as he chuckled. “Now, you’ll get it.” Yanking him around, he pressed Nick’s stomach over the island, rattling the dishes that inched precariously close to the edge. In one hard thrust, he drove the entire length of his cock inside Nick’s ass.

“Aaaahhhh!” Nick screamed as he tried to grab onto anything as he was vehemently thrust into in the counter again, his muscles gripping around the heady invasion, drawing him in to the deep recesses of his ass.

“That’s it, take all of me,” Cord grunted as he powered his shaft in and out, harder with each savage plunge, driving Nick to the point of rapture.

Unable to feel anything but the wondrous sensations of his ass being nearly split into, he lolled his head back as the man, his lover and ravished his body, alternating between crisp slaps and forceful thrusts. “Yes….yesyesyes!” Nick clenched his eyes shut, feeling every muscle in his body tense. He knew Cord was close to climaxing. His feral grunts and passionate hisses of things to come told him how much the kinky act meant to him.

“You ready for me to explode inside that creamy, hot ass of yours?” Cord’s laugh was laced with a dark pulse of energy, a wild kinetic jolt of electricity.

“Yes.”

“What did you say?”

“Yes, sir!” Nick’s strangled cry rose into the cathedral rafters as the frantic drives spilled the nearby papers and dishes onto the cold, hard tile. The shattering sound of porcelain meeting its demise meshed with the Nick’s keening screams and Cord’s ferocious grunts.

Throwing his head back, Cord hissed and clawed Nick’s hips, dragging him back to meet thrust for thrust until finally, his wail of conquer sparkled into the air. “Mine!”

The dishes tossed, the spaghetti consumed, Nick and Cord sat by the fire, idly watching the burly football players, sipping coffee and cognac. The flames licked at the freshly kilned logs, sending dazzling sparks into the ornate mesh screen.

Nick gazed back and forth between the game and the fire, sated, a smile remaining on his face. Yet his heart felt heavy as if the weight of the world was pressing down on him. Sighing, he took a long sip of the rich liquid and shook his head, staring out at the mixture of snow and ice that pelted against the window. While snow in Harrisburg, Pennsylvania was not necessarily unusual at Christmas, for some reason the sight made him forlorn.

“Sulking isn’t your best attribute,” Cord said, chuckling as he kicked his lover’s bare feet.

“Who say’s I’m sulking?” Nick stole a glance and attempted to smile.

“Okay, I know that look. What happened at the office this week?”

Nick shook his head. Cord knew him too well. “Nothing really. Just my asshole father is breathing down my neck, trying to get me to continue the contract.”

“He just enjoys the game.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

Cord swirled the liquid in his glass before taking a long gulp. “And you said?”

“What do you think I said? Hell fucking no!”

“Okay, good.”

“Good? What if it means no Christmas bonuses this year and perhaps the end of the company next year?”

Cord burst out laughing. “Like I said, you’re terrible at pouting, besides, you’re brilliant, suave, worldly and sexy as hell. Troubled Waters will be just fine.”

Nick grinned. “Trying to get laid?”

Cord pulsed a single finger past his swollen lips. “Mmmmm…let me think. Oh, I already did.”

“Bastard!” Nick pitched a side pillow at him, laughing as it banked off Cord’s head. “Two points.”

Cord raised his eyebrow and grinned. “Well, anyway. Everything will be fine. Think of it this way, this time next year you could have everything you want.”

A shadow fell across Nick’s face and he turned away hoping Cord wouldn’t see it. Too late. Damn it! “I know.” He felt Cord’s hulking presence beside him. Standing at six foot six, he was all brawn, carved and perfect from years of running. Nick relished watching him work out. That was how the entire affair started. One late night at the gym two sweaty guys in need of wicked sex issued a shameless admittance and then fucked like wild beasts on a weight bench room for hours. Up until that point, Nick had never even thought about being with a man, or so he’d convinced himself.

“Stop it, Nick. You and I both know what you need and you’re not hurting my feelings in the least.”

“Yeah, but…“

Cord cupped his chin, gently guiding it toward him. “That’s why I’m going to give you your Christmas present early. I know how much you’ve been pining away for her and let me tell you, Sabrina Spencer is one hot, feisty mama. You and I need to share her not only in bed but perhaps for something a bit…kinkier.”

“Kinkier?” Nick tried to see through the mischievous grin and dancing emerald green eyes to no avail. “What do you have up your sleeve?”

“You mean what do I have down my pants, don’t you? The office party is in a couple of days, right?”

Nick shrugged. “Yeah and I have a few little treats in mind for everyone.”

“I just bet you do,” Cord laughed. “We’re going to add another one to it and this one won’t only take us kicking and screaming into the new year, but if you play your cards right, we might be adding onto the house.”

Intrigued, Nick leaned in and shook his head as Cord began to spell out a farfetched plan., Who said there was no such thing as Santa Clause?