Chapter Eleven
Balfour
Striding back into the workshop with a purpose, I glanced left and right, before bellowing, “Anderson!”
The elf popped his head up from the table of remote control cars he was hurriedly helping package for tonight. He rushed over, eyes wide. He stood a few inches shorter than me and was skinny as a rail. “Sir?”
“You’re in charge of The Santa tonight,” I briskly told him, moving through the shop and towards the hallway that held the offices.
He hurried to match my strides. “Sir? I don’t…I don’t understand.”
Coming to an abrupt halt, I spun on the other elf, and he barely stopped himself in time from running into me. It dawned on me that the workshop was suddenly much quieter than it should be. Looking around, I found all the other elves’ eyes glued to what was happening between Anderson and me.
“Have you not been training as my assistant for two hundred years now?” I demanded impatiently. I did not have time for this nonsense.
Anderson blinked owlishly, licking his lips. “Two hundred and twenty-eight, sir.”
“Stop calling me sir,” I ordered. “Well, tonight all your hard work is finally going to pay off. You’re in charge.”
“Sir, Balfour, I mean. I don’t–”
Turning steely eyes on the elves watching us, I made a shooing motion with my hands. Activity suddenly resumed, all eyes turned away from the drama playing out on the workshop floor.
“I have an…emergency,” I told Anderson quietly. “I won’t be available.” Assuming Kendrick agreed to me being with him for his heat. “I trust you to make sure everything goes smoothly and The Santa returns in one piece. Can you handle that?”
Anderson nodded like a bobblehead. “Of course, Si–Balfour. Yes, yes I can handle it.”
“Brilliant! I’ll make sure you have access to all the spreadsheets and lists, including the naughty and nice list.”
“The naughty and nice list,” he whispered, his voice holding some kind of weird awe.
Perhaps I had become a bit too controlling with my spreadsheets and lists. What was the point of having an assistant if I never let him…well, assist?
“Yes, I’ll send everything to you. Just give me a few minutes.”
I turned to head to my office, this time Anderson not following at my heels. Turning to glance over my shoulder, the elf was still standing there looking shell-shocked, a small smile on his face. He was surrounded by several of the other elves, all twittering excitedly between them.
Closing my office door, I took a deep breath, leaning against it. Pulling my phone out, I held it up to my ear, listening to it ring. One…two…three…
A muffled moan answered, the sound shooting straight to my cock.
For a few seconds, I just listened to the breathless panting in my ear, the soft moans, the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin.
My mind conjured up a picture of Kendrick splayed across my bed, skin flushed with color, as he worked his cock, faster and faster, towards an orgasm.
“Kendrick?” My voice didn’t sound like mine at all. Low, hoarse, raw, and filled with a need I had never felt for another being.
“Baalllll,” he gasped, though it was slightly muffled, like he had dropped the phone. “Need…to…come…”
My head banged against my office door, my cock hard and straining against my pants at the sounds. Hearing my name on his lips, pleading, begging…it was all I needed to hear.
“Kendrick…do you want me to…help with your heat?” My breath was coming as fast as he was panting in my ear. Why did hearing him, breathless and making needy little whimpers, turn me on so much?
“Want…you…Bal…” he gasped. “Want…your cock…inside me…want…your knot.” All of that was followed by a long, needy moan. “My…fingers…aren’t enough. Need…you…pleeeeaassseeee. It…hurts.”
Phone in one hand, I fumbled with the button of my pants with the other, needing some relief. “Touch yourself.”
I kept my order low, so that anyone prowling the hallway outside my office, hopefully wouldn’t hear.
“I…am…” Kendrick howled.
“Stick your fingers inside yourself.” My button gave, my cock pushing insistently at my zipper. Holding the phone against my ear with my head and the crook of my neck, I carefully eased the zipper down. My cock sprang free, the cool air caressing my heated flesh.
“They…are!”
“Pretend they are my fingers,” I panted, stroking myself, pushing my foreskin back. “Stroke your cock for me. I bet you have the prettiest cock.”
Another needy wail filled my phone.
“I’m touching myself,” I whispered, “touching myself like I’m going to touch you. Pretend I’m touching you, Kendrick.”
My hand glided over my own cock, moving faster and stroking harder with each pant from Kendrick, each moan, and gasp, and begged words.
The sounds he made, the picture in my head, the anticipation of knowing I was going to be able to touch him the same way, all added to my building desire tingling at the base of my spine.
“Come for me, Kendrick,” I panted, as my own orgasm raced through me. My cock throbbed in my fist, my muscles tightening. My cum flowed over my fingers, dripping down onto the floor, as I tried my best to stifle the loud groan that spilled from my mouth.
Kendrick’s own loud wail echoed in my ear, followed by soft, ragged panting breath. Leaning against my door, eyes closed, I waited for my racing heart to slow, for my breathing to even out.
“Bal?” Kendrick’s soft, timid voice, so unlike him. He sounded so unsure of himself. Of what had just happened.
“I’m here.” My voice sounded like a low hum.
“I–”
“I want to spend your heat with you.”
There was no point in asking nicely. Not after what we had just done together. I had never done anything like this in my office, but I had no regrets.
I wanted Kendrick.
I wanted to spend his heat with him. I wanted to bury myself as deep inside of him as I could get. Wanted to hear his cries, see his face, taste his slick, and feel his tight little hole clamped around my cock.
“Yes,” he breathed into the phone. “Yes.”
Kendrick
Past…
Me: I saw what you did.
Grumpy Elf: You saw nothing.
Me: I saw you sneak Kacey those cookies.
Grumpy Elf: Prove it.
Me: Next time, give me some too.
Grumpy Elf: Have you been good? Only good boys get my cookies.