Chapter Twelve
Kendrick
My heat came in waves, setting me on fire, until the only thing I could focus on was the ache in my hole.
The slick running out of me, making the sheets beneath me wet.
The endless need that I couldn’t fill, no matter how many fingers I shoved inside myself.
No matter how many times I jacked myself off.
It wasn’t enough.
And then there was Balfour.
Ordering me to touch myself over the phone. Ordering me to pretend that my hands were his, my fingers his.
I wanted him.
And when he had bluntly stated he wanted to spend my heat with me, there was no going back.
He was taking forever to get home. Forever.
I thought I remembered him telling me that he was going to get supplies, but I wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Not what time it was, or what day, or even what was real and what was my over active imagination.
Maybe my heat addled mind had imagined Bal calling me. Imagined the phone sex we had had. Where had Bal even been? Surely not the workshop.
That thought, of Bal being in the workshop, in his office, when he had been teasing me with his words, with the sounds of him jacking himself off, made my cock throb with need.
Desire and lust swirled in my belly, like a low buzz that refused to go away.
My hole needed to be filled, clenching and unclenching. Slick ran out of me and I thrashed on the bed. Knees bent, I reached past my balls, sliding three fingers in my aching hole. They went easily. I was sopping wet, and I’d been finger fucking myself for what felt like hours, so I was loose.
My other hand stroked my cock, as I tried to ease the relentless fire inside me that only an alpha knot would put out.
I was so engrossed in touching myself, I didn’t hear the door open, or Bal moving through the cottage. Until the bags he had been holding clattered to the floor, and I blinked my blurry eyes to see him standing in the doorway.
Tall and broad, filling it, his silver hair hanging over his shoulders, his eyes molten fire as he stared at me. As I watched, he yanked at his clothes, ripping seams and popping buttons, until he was gloriously naked and stalking towards the bed.
His cock was thick, long, and standing to attention, bobbing as he moved to where I lay.
My mouth went dry, yet my slick gushed, as I watched him through slitted eyes, moving towards the end of the bed. He knee crawled up it, until he was near my spread legs. Staring at all of me, as I stroked and fucked myself.
His eyes dilated to nothing but black, his tongue coming out to lick his red lips, and one strong hand encircled the wrist of the hand with my fingers stuffed in my hole. The hand on my cock fell away, as I stared at him with lust blown eyes.
Gently, he pulled my fingers from inside me, bringing the slick coated digits up to his mouth. He sucked one, eyes closing as the taste of me hit his tongue, savoring. Then his tongue swirled over the pad of my finger, sucking my finger like I imagined his mouth might feel on my cock.
He did the same to the next finger, and the next, until he had licked up every last drop of my slick. My hips pumped up into the air as he licked me, desperate for friction and something only he could give me.
“You taste like Christmas morning.” He moaned against my lips before capturing them in a bruising kiss, and I tasted myself mingled with him. Peppermint and mocha and spices. Need, desire, and lust.
I wanted to wrap myself around his muscular, long body, until we couldn’t tell where he began and I ended. His tongue left me panting, while his fingers, thick and long, replaced mine in my hole.
I gasped as he filled me, mouthing at the heated skin of his shoulder. Because his fingers were so much better than mine, longer, thicker, more. He plunged them in and out of me, hard and fast and deep, and it was exactly what my body had been craving.
And then he was gone.
Leaving me cold and panting, shivering with need, and whining my anger and frustration.
“Shhh,” his hand slid over my side, my thigh, gentling me. “I’m just getting supplies.”
I couldn’t even comprehend what he was saying or doing. I needed him. Needed his fingers, his mouth, his cock.
Then he was back, his warmth covering me, his large body blocking out everything, his thick cock, now encased in thin latex, nudging at my hole before breaching it. Stretching and filling me and making me complete.
I wrapped my legs around his hips, forcing him further into me, and the air rushed out of my lungs as he filled me in one smooth glide. My body opened for him, stretching around him, burning with the width of him.
He was so tall, so much taller than me, that his entire body covered mine as he bent over me, cocooning me. My mouth latched onto his skin, just beneath his shoulder, and my nails dug into the smooth skin of his back as he moved inside me.
He wasn’t gentle and I thanked every deity in the universe for it. I didn’t want gentle. I wanted hard and fast and rough. I wanted to feel him on every inch of me. Wanted him to own me.
And he did.
Bal pounded his thick cock into me, angling his hips to perfectly hit my sweet spot. Tiny, breathy cries escaped my lips with each stroke of his cock, each slam of his hips, and I was helpless to do more than cling to him and enjoy the ride.
Each flex of his hips pushed me towards that tingling sensation, towards my orgasm.
Only this one was so much better than the ones before it, so much more.
His cock seemed to grow inside me, stretching and filling me, until I thought I couldn’t take anymore.
The pain was an intense pleasure that I couldn’t get enough of.
Then his knot was catching at my rim, begging to be let in, to bind us together.
“Yes! Please, yes!” I cried out as his knot caught and held and my cum erupted, spraying my stomach, as well as Bal’s. I didn’t even remember touching myself, but I had come just the same.
Bal’s muscles tightened beneath my grasping hands, his cock growing even thicker, before he grunted, shaking. Heat grew in my ass where he filled the condom, before collapsing on top of me, and everything went black.
Hard plastic tapping my lips brought me out of my blissful reprieve. Cool water trickled over my lips, and Bal’s rough voice ordered, “Drink, sweetheart.”
Obeying him was easier than it should have been, and all kinds of sexy.
I drank a few mouthfuls, before he took it away. Hands brushed my sweaty locks from my forehead gently. The bed dipped and strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me to him.
Snuggling into his chest, I was amazed at how well we fit together. It made no logical sense. He was over a foot taller than me. Nothing should have fit right. But we did. All my parts aligned perfectly into his dips and curves.
“Time is it?” I mumbled, eyes closed.
“Not sure,” Bal tucked me closer, one large hand cupping my ass cheek. “We slept for a while. Are you hungry?”
The thought of food had me wrinkling my nose, and I shook my head. “I can never eat until my heat is over. I’ll be fine.”
I could almost feel the frown marring his face, but he didn’t argue.
Raising my head to peer at him from under my lashes, I realized what day it was. “It’s Christmas Eve.” Or it had been when my heat had started. It very well might be Christmas day by now.
Bal tucked my head back onto his chest. “Yeah.”
“But…you’re here.”
“I am.”
“Stop being obtuse,” I grunted, realizing I desperately needed to pee. Pushing off him, I grumbled, “Bathroom.”
When I was finished, nearly having to stop and ask him for help getting there, since my knees felt like Jell-O, I gingerly climbed back in bed.
I tried to stop the wince that crossed my face, but I wasn’t successful.
My hole ached, and while it was a pleasant ache, it ached nonetheless.
Between my fingers and Bal’s cock, I felt well and truly used.
“Sore?” Bal looked troubled by the thought.
Laying my head back on his chest, I drew lazy patterns over his smooth skin. He had no body hair, except for the dark silver patch of curls his cock lay nestled in. “Yes, but I don’t mind it. Now, why are you here and not down at the workshop, making sure all is right in the world of Santa?”
“Because you needed me,” he whispered so quietly I almost didn’t hear him. But I did. And the way my heart soared at his words alarmed me.
Instead of analyzing whatever feelings were brewing inside me, I ignored them. “But who is taking care of things? Who is making sure Nik gets everywhere on time? And what about your precious naughty and nice list?”
“Anderson, my assistant, is running things this time,” he stroked a hand down my back, resting it on the curve of my ass.
Which was covered in dried slick, I knew from when I had gone to the restroom.
Honestly, I had slick everywhere. I wondered if I should get a quick shower while I had the chance, before another round of heat began.
“You have an assistant?”
“Yes,” he mumbled, “now shush. You should rest while we can.”
“But–” Bal’s job meant everything to him.
Everything. What did it mean that he had left the workshop in his assistant’s hands, on the biggest night of their year, to take care of me?
To help me through my heat? Did it mean he was starting to feel more for me, like I was for him? More than friendship?
“I’m right where I want to be, Kendrick,” he bent and whispered in my ear. Before I could even begin to decipher what any of that meant, I felt the tell tale signs of my heat starting again.
My skin felt hot and dry, and lust raced through me, making my cock harden and my slick flow.
“It’s beginning again,” I panted, moving restlessly on the bed. Rolling away from Bal, I pushed up on my hands and knees. Spreading my legs, I laid my head on my bent arms, presenting my ass to him.
Need pulsed through my body, making all my cells tingle. My body had one focus, one purpose, to be filled by an alpha and knotted.
Bal moved behind me, his warm breath ghosting over the heated skin of my ass. Large hands pulled my cheeks apart and cool air brushed over my hole. I had no shame as he looked at me, his nose brushing the inside of my ass cheek. His thumb brushed over my rim, and I keened, part need, part pain.
“Mmmm,” Bal’s words were rumbly, “I think you’re too sore. Your hole is all red and swollen.”
Groaning, I shoved my ass towards his face. I didn’t care how sore I was, I needed his cock. I needed to come. “Need your cock!”
The hand slapping my ass was unexpected. It stung, heating my skin even more, but desire flared through me, sharp and throbbing. Mewling my pleasure into my arms, I wiggled more. “I know what you need, and I’ll say when you get my cock.”
Fuckkkkk, that should have pissed me off, but it didn’t. It had the exact opposite effect. I had never been one to get turned on by bossy alphas in bed, but Bal could boss me around anytime he wanted. Yes, please!
When his wet tongue licked over my hole, I nearly came right then and there. Instead, I let out some kind of noise, half scream, half sob. Closing my eyes, I turned my head on my arms and let him do whatever he wanted.
Which seemed to be eating my ass like it was his own personal Christmas dinner.
He licked, slurped, circled my rim, before plunging in and fucking me with his tongue.
It was all I could do to stay in the position I was in.
My hips moved on their own, pushing back into his face with demanding force.
Until he held them with both hands, until I could barely move.
Just had to take his tongue invading me, licking over my nerve endings, and filling me.
When his cockhead tapped at my entrance, my arms gave out and I would have fallen to the bed.
Bal’s arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me and pulling me back to his chest, as his cock slid into me slowly.
Every inch he would stop, kissing my neck, whispering words in my ear, waiting for my body to let him know when it needed more.
I hissed at the intrusion, the burn, the soreness, but I needed him inside me. Until finally he was, the curls surrounding his dick tickling my ass. How the man could move in the position we were in, on his knees, me pulled up against his chest, was a wonder.
But move he did. Holding me tight, his free hand wrapped around my cock, squeezing and stroking. He slid out of me gently, before plunging back inside, pushing us up further and further on the bed. Until the headboard was in front of me and I blindly reached for it.
Fingers wrapped tightly around the sturdy, dark wood, I shoved back against him. The bedframe shook, rattling against the wall, as he filled me, again and again. His knot stretched me, and I cried out, all of it too intense.
His dick swelled inside me, and my cum spilled over his hand and sprayed the headboard. My vision whited out, as his knot locked us together and his cum filled the condom inside me.
And right before I closed my eyes into sleep, the crazy thought that I was falling for Bal filled my heart.
Balfour
Past…
Me: Can you believe John got sent home?
Nemesis: Ugh! I haven’t watched it yet! You know I don’t like spoilers!
Me: It’s British Bake Off. How is that a spoiler? They bake and someone gets sent home. It happens every episode.
Nemesis: Because now I know who gets sent home this week…
Me: But you still get to see all the bakes. Believe me, when you watch it, you won’t be shocked he’s gone. Saw that coming in the first bake. Puddings did him in.
Nemesis: Well, dammit, I liked him. He was hot!
Me: He was cute. But Simon is still there.
Nemesis: He has too many meltdowns for me. An alpha should not lose it that much over baked goods, I’m just saying. Cake should not make you cry. I’ll just keep drooling over Paul.
Me: The judge?
Nemesis: Duh! That silver hair and those blue eyes…hello, Daddy!
Me: This conversation took a turn I was not at all prepared for. I’m very uncomfortable now.
Nemesis: My job here is done. You’re welcome.
Me: I’m going back to work now. Schedule to keep.