Chapter Fourteen
Balfour
I saw the look on Kendrick’s face shatter as soon as I uttered the word no, and my heart nearly broke. I needed to remember to say all the words in my head, and not just give one word answers.
“I mean, no, I’m not going to penetrate you,” I quickly rushed to assure him, wincing when his eyes turned stormy. Fuck, I was botching this to hell and back. Words would forever be my downfall. My actions spoke far better for me than my words ever could.
Tightening my hold on him, I brushed my lips against his temple, leaving a soft kiss in my wake.
Which seemed to halt his insistent squirming, no doubt to be let down and far away from me.
“You’re too sore, little one. And don’t tell me you aren’t.
There is no way that you could possibly not be.
I put some salve on your hole while you were still passed out and you whimpered just from me touching you there. ”
His big brown eyes blinked at me, once, twice. “You did?”
“I did. I was afraid you were going to be sore, and the salve will help. One of the elves makes it and they stock it at the general store. I had them send some over when I placed an order.”
“You did?” he repeated slowly, looking shocked. I really wished people would stop looking at me like that when I did nice things. Just because I was grumpy most of the time, didn’t mean I wasn’t nice, for fucks sake.
Especially when it came to someone I…cared about. And I did care for Kendrick. More than I should. And pretending to be his boyfriend had told me one thing about myself. If and when I ever decided to be someone’s real boyfriend, I’d be a damn good one.
Or maybe it was Kendrick that made it easy to be a good one?
All I did know for sure was touching him, being inside him, making love to him, even though he had been out of his mind with heat, had been one of the most amazing times in my long life. It wasn’t something I was going to forget anytime soon.
And with him looking at me the way he was looking at me, the way he felt cradled in my arms, bare skin touching bare skin, the way his raw scent clung to his skin, there was no way in hell I wasn’t getting into that shower with him.
It had taken everything inside me, when he had clearly asked me to fuck him again, to turn him down. My cock practically weeped at my need to tell him no, wanting nothing more but to be buried balls deep in his tight heat and wetness.
But I would not cause him any pain, and I knew he was hurting. His hole had been puffy and red when I had gently smeared the salve on him. The painful whimper he had moaned when I’d breached him with my finger to coat the salve inside him had nearly ripped my heart out of my chest.
The last thing I wanted to do was cause him pain.
But with as many times as I had taken him, there was no avoiding some soreness.
My cock was proportionate with the rest of me, and Kendrick had been tight.
So deliciously tight. His hole had wrapped around my cock like a warm glove.
Remembering it now had my cock thickening between my thighs.
Realizing I had gotten lost in my thoughts and hadn’t answered his last question, I nodded.
“Just some supplies we needed. And Keegan said you were going to be so bummed missing your families’ Christmas day traditions, even though they are still going to have presents and stuff with you.
I wanted to make sure when your heat was over you would still have that.
” Feeling my face flush with heat that had nothing to do with the steam from the shower, or the feel of Kendrick’s naked body in my arms, I stammered, “I didn’t want you to miss out because of your heat.
I thought we could share them. It’s silly. We don’t have to. It was a dumb idea.”
Kendrick’s brows knitted together in a frown, his forehead forming a perfect little vee of confusion. “What things?”
Gah! Why did I always sound like I was babbling nonsense when I spoke more than one or two sentences at a time?
“Um…hot cocoa and cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning. Stockings before presents.” I tried to shrug it off, feeling embarrassed by my idea of wanting to make sure he still had something he loved. Of wanting to share those things with him.
Kendrick’s top teeth scraped his bottom lip, and he looked like he was concentrating really hard. Then he whispered, “You made sure we had cocoa and cinnamon rolls, so you could fix them for me when I was done with my heat, and thinking rationally again?”
Instead of speaking, and risking using too many words, or not enough words, I nodded my head briskly. Then, not looking at him, quietly added, “And a stocking.”
“And a stocking,” he repeated slowly. Looking back at him, I nodded again.
His lips pursed into a mischievous little grin. “Is it like an empty stocking, or did you have Santa fill it?”
Rolling my eyes, I flipped the shower curtain back with one hand. If we didn’t get this shower moving, we’d end up using all the hot water. “I had him fill it with coal, because smart asses don’t deserve fun presents.”
Stepping into the tub with my precious cargo still in my arms, I slowly put him on his own feet, holding his arms until I was sure he was steady. Kendrick ducked his head under the spray, sighing happily as the hot water sluiced over his pale, freckled limbs.
“This feels amazing.” He swiped the dark red, wet hair back from his forehead, blinking the water from his eyes.
Squeezing shampoo in my hands, I slowly worked it into his scalp.
He stared at me wide-eyed for a couple of seconds, before his eyes fluttered closed in bliss. “I take that back. This is amazing.”
Chuckling, I worked the shampoo into a nice lather, massaging his scalp for a few minutes, before tilting his head back to rinse him off.
“Mmmm,” he mumbled, blinking up at me, “you have magic hands.”
Snorting, I shuffled him out of my way, so I could take my turn under the water. When I opened my eyes, he was holding the shampoo bottle out to me.
“I’d offer to do the same for you, but since you’re so freaking tall, it just won’t work.”
“Neither will shower sex,” I told him, working the shampoo into my scalp and long hair. “Unless I held you up against the wall the entire time, and there’s a lot of slippery hazards in here. It’s just…it doesn’t work.”
He seemed to think about it for a long few minutes, while I worked the shampoo through my hair, then rinsed it thoroughly. Finally, he nodded, “Yeah, I could see it being an issue. One of those things that sounds great on paper, or in the movies, but in reality is just a whole lotta nope.”
Thankfully, he hadn’t asked for specifics for how I had come to my conclusion.
I really didn’t want to have to explain that I had once, a very, very long time ago, dated someone from the Easter Bunny realm.
Simon had been as adorable as most rabbit shifters were, and much, much shorter than me, like Kendrick was.
Our one and only attempt at shower sex had nearly resulted in both of us ending up with something broken. The risk hadn’t been worth the reward.
And there was no way I would ever risk Kendrick like that.
Soaping up a washcloth I had placed on the side of the tub earlier, I slowly ran it over Kendrick’s shoulders and down his arms.
“What are you doing?” he whispered, his voice turning husky from the teasing tone of just a few minutes ago.
“Washing you.” I told him matter-of-factly, trailing the soapy cloth down his chest to his stomach. Slowly I moved it down, running it over his hardening cock. His stomach muscles quivered, and he sucked in an audible sigh of air.
Stroking him with the cloth, I made sure he was nice and clean, ridding him of all the dried sweat and cum. Kendrick was panting, his breath coming in short gasps and soft whines, as his chocolate eyes watched my every move.
Finally, I moved the cloth down his legs, washing him carefully. When I was done with his front, I gently turned him and started on his back. When I got to his delectable little ass, I lovingly ran the soap over the mounds, before carefully cleaning between them.
Kendrick couldn’t stop the hiss of air between his teeth, as the cloth touched his well used hole.
“And that’s why I said no,” I whispered in his ear, covering his ass with my hand and massaging slowly. “Because you are too sore.”
“But–” he whined, leaning his body into me. “I want–”
Sucking on the tender skin on the side of his neck, I pulled his slick body against mine, and maneuvered us beneath the hot spray. “I know what you want. I want it too. Don’t think me telling you no means I don’t want you.”
I rinsed him, using my hands to help spread the water over his body, then taking his hard cock in one fist. He moaned, pushing his hips against my hand. “I want you more than I can breathe. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone or anything. But I won’t hurt you.”
“This hurts,” he whined, sliding his cock against my hand, back and forth inside my fist around him. “Make it better, Bal.”
“Oh, I plan to, little one.” Turning him in my arms, I released his cock, sliding to my knees on the hard tile of the tub. Hands on the backs of his thighs, just beneath his mouth watering ass, I tugged him slightly forward, right into my waiting mouth.
His cry of surprise filled the shower walls, as I swallowed around his cock, taking him nearly to the back of my throat in one go. I might be unwilling to penetrate him, but that didn’t mean I wasn’t going to make us both come.
My hands ached to grasp onto the mounds of his ass and squeeze, but I was afraid the motion would cause him pain. Instead I squeezed his supple thighs in a rhythm that matched my sucking his cock.
He tasted divine, clean, fresh, and like Kendrick. Precum dripped onto my tongue, salty, slightly bitter, but addictive. Candy canes, I did love the taste of precum. Loved when it would drop onto my tongue, a little taste of what was to come.
Some alphas didn’t like sucking cock, feeling it was beneath them, but I wasn’t one of them.
I loved the sounds I could ring from an omega when I sucked them, the pants and whines, the throaty demands they would make.
The high pitched begging. The way their hands would tangle in my hair, flexing and pulling, like Kendrick was doing right now.
He grasped my long hair in his hand, wrapping it around his fist, and tugged my mouth farther on his dick, until my nose was buried in his brilliant red curls.
The scent of his musk filled my nostrils, along with the sweet scent of his slick.
The familiar smell of cloves, ginger, and nutmeg filled my head, as his hips fucked my mouth, harder and faster.
My dick was rock hard, throbbing, my own hips flexing in the air.
Until I pulled him closer and managed to slide my cock just enough between his thighs.
The sweet friction of my cock sliding between his wet thighs nearly made me cum right then.
My hands flexed on his thighs, fingers skimming the bottom of his rounded globes, so close to his hole.
His sweet, sweet omega cock slid in and out of my mouth smoothly, as I sucked.
One of my hands released his thigh and slid over my throbbing cock.
My spine tingled, and I sucked Kendrick harder, deeper, until the tip touched the back of my throat and I swallowed around it.
Felt his cock swell inside my mouth, my name screamed from his lips, as my mouth flooded with the taste of his cum.
Swallowing, my hand moved faster over my own flesh, the sound filling the air.
Skin on skin, Kendrick’s gasped cries, my own moans as I greedily swallowed the cum flooding my mouth.
Finally, I had to let his softening cock slip from my mouth, as my own orgasm rushed over me and I cried out my release, spraying my cum over the shower wall.
Kendrick
Past…
Me: Worst. Date. Ever.
Grumpy Elf: Bad kisser?
Me: We didn’t get that far. I honestly wanted to drive home after dinner and not go to the movie.
Grumpy Elf: Why didn’t you?
Me: I really wanted to see the movie, duh.
Grumpy Elf: Of course.
Me: He was such a pompous ass.
Grumpy Elf: He didn’t get handsy in the movie, did he?
Me: No. Why? You gonna come here and kick his ass if he did?
Grumpy Elf: Don’t be absurd. I’d put him on the naughty list, of course.
Me: My hero.