Chapter Twenty – One
Kendrick
Bal’s large hands cupped my face, as he leaned in for another kiss on the park bench. We really needed to take this someplace else, before we got picked up for lewd behavior in a public place. There were people and kids here, and I was practically humping his thigh.
“We should…” I broke the kiss, panting lightly. “Probably take this talk somewhere more private.”
Bal nipped my bottom lip with his teeth and I groaned, the sensation shooting straight to my very hard cock. Yeah, I was gonna need a minute before I would be able to walk anywhere.
“I don’t want to talk to you,” he nipped at my earlobe and I shivered.
“I do want to touch every inch of your skin. I want to kiss all your freckles. I want to lick your slick from your hole until you’re screaming my name.
I want to watch my cum dribble out of your ass since we don’t need to use a condom. ”
Gasping, I jumped up, hard dick be damned. Grabbing him by the hand, I tried to pull him up from the bench, but it was like trying to move a boulder. And Bal just grinned at me wickedly, his silver eyes heated.
“Let’s go!” I practically yelled, wiggling and waving my hands at him. “Now, right fucking now. Home. Need to get there. Now.”
Bal stood slowly like we had all the time in the world, still with that irritating yet sexy as sin grin on his face. Goddess, no wonder he never smiled. If he went around with that look on his face all the time, nothing would ever get done in the workshop.
“I’m not in a hurry,” he drawled, somehow making even those words sound sinful. “I plan to take my time with you.”
Instead of answering him, I started walking towards my house, ignoring my hard dick and the slick I could feel making my underwear and sweats damp.
Hopefully I wouldn’t run into anyone I knew, because that would be embarrassing.
Then again, anyone with two eyes could see how gorgeous Bal was and would likely understand why the back of my pants had a wet spot.
Hell, the way my cock was throbbing, there was likely to be a wet spot in the front of my sweats too.
I didn’t care. All I could think of was getting home with Bal, and getting naked.
It took Bal about three seconds to catch up with me, his arm sliding around my waist and pulling me into his side. “I could carry you,” he mused.
“Nope, just walk,” I mumbled, “fast. Very fast.”
His laugh was low and throaty and nearly sent my body into an all over shiver. A happy Balfour could be lethal for my libido. How was I expected to ever leave my house with this sexy elf smiling, and laughing, and whispering all the dirty, dirty things he wanted to do to me?
I barely remembered the rest of the walk, too aware of Bal’s arm around me, his fingers trailing down my arm. The decadent scent of him surrounding me, making my mouth water, all peppermint swirled with rich chocolate.
Then, somehow, we were in my house, upstairs, in my bedroom, and Bal was slowly–so slowly–trailing sweet kisses down my neck, while he backed me into the edge of my bed. And all I could do was cling to him, shivering, and moaning needily.
When the backs of my knees hit the bed, I crumpled onto the mattress like a ragdoll, staring up at Bal with lust blown eyes.
He grasped my ankle, getting rid of one shoe then the other, then slowly pulled at my sweats.
Raising my ass, I helped him get them past my hips, past my cock that bobbed between us, hard and leaking, until he finally tossed them over his shoulder.
Looming over me, he placed a soft kiss on my leaking tip and I nearly came right then. My shirt followed the path of my pants, and then I was stretched out naked for him on the bed.
I watched with wide, hungry eyes as he slowly unbuttoned each button of the flannel shirt he wore, dragging it down his arms. His jeans came off just as slowly, revealing all his glorious skin and muscles, and that luscious, long and thick cock of his.
I giggled when he forgot he was still wearing his hiking boots and nearly fell on his ass trying to get them undone, with his jeans around his ankles.
Leaning up on my elbows, I watched his ungraceful wobble and listened to the low curses that fell from his lips.
Until finally he got the offending clothes off, and he knee crawled up the bed towards me.
“Wouldn’t it have been easier just to,” I snapped my fingers, “make them vanish?”
“Can’t use elf magic like that here.” I spread my legs as he slotted himself between my thighs, our cocks rubbing against each other deliciously. “I can come here to see you, and I can get home, but that’s it. I can’t even hide my elf ears except with my hair.”
There was more I wanted to know on the subject of magic, especially elf magic, but Bal’s mouth sucking on one of my nipples made my brain zap out and all I could concentrate on was the sensation of his wet mouth tugging on the hard nub.
My nipples had become extremely sensitive the last few months, and I writhed beneath his tongue and teeth, my legs moving restlessly around his, my hands clenching at the sheets. He moved from one nub to the other, relentless, until I had to grab a handful of his hair and pull him off.
“Too much,” I whined, feeling hot and flushed, feverish, and so, so turned on.
He grinned wickedly at me once more, planting gentle kisses down my body. The freckle between my sternum, a kiss on each rib, just above my belly button. He caressed the tiny mound that was our child almost reverently, his large hands so gentle. Like he wanted to touch but was afraid too.
I watched him with hooded eyes, as his hands measured the length of my belly, the roundness that was just beginning, before he placed the sweetest kiss just above my pubic bone, where the swelling began.
“We made this,” he whispered against my skin, his breath hot across my flesh.
My hand found its way back into his hair, into the loose silky tresses, as he laid his head on my belly for just a minute. I played with his hair, letting him have this moment with our child. I had had plenty of awe moments so far, and Bal deserved to have this one. Even if I was impatient for him.
Spreading my knees, I urged him with a flex of my hips, needing him more than I had ever needed anything. He sat up on his knees, his fingers ghosting over my hard, leaking cock, down my balls, to my wet, aching hole. Two fingers slid into me easily, and I gasped at the pleasure.
“You’re so wet for me,” Bal growled in my ear, nipping the lobe.
“Only for you.”
The broad head of his cock tapped at my entrance, before breaching the tight ring of muscle. Breathing out, my body opened for him, and with a rocking of his hips, he slid inside me.
His large hands bracketed my cheeks, and he made sure to keep all his body weight off my belly. Our eyes locked as he began to move slowly, so slowly, inside me. He was gentle, taking his time, and I wrapped my legs around his hips, pulling him closer. Never wanting to let him go.
He felt amazing inside me, with no latex condom barrier this time–not that it had worked all that well during my heat. He trailed kisses over my neck, my cheeks, before finally capturing my lips with his. The kiss was everything I had been missing for months.
Sex between us, during my heat, had been fantastic. He had somehow just known what I needed. Just as he did now. His hands trailing over my skin delicately, mapping all my dips and curves. Connecting my freckles, then running them over the mound of my belly.
Bal made love to me like I was the most precious thing he had ever held.
His hand entwined with mine, over my head, as he pumped into me, moving faster. My orgasm tingled up my spine, and I grasped my cock, needing the extra friction. I felt his cock swell inside me, stretching me, his knot growing, and my hand moved faster.
And when we came together, both shouting our release, fingers squeezing each other, I wept from the sheer emotion of it all.
“I love you too,” I whispered to Bal, as we tried to calm our breathing. “I love you.”
Kendrick
Past…
Grumpy Elf: Your brother is putting together a gingerbread contest.
Me: He told me. You going to enter?
Grumpy Elf: Certainly not! Me, making a gingerbread house? I don’t have the time.
Me: More like, you don’t have the talent.
Grumpy Elf: Well, he’s throwing my schedule all out of balance, again. I swear he lives to make my life difficult.
Me: He does. He told me so. Stop being a whiny baby. Aren’t you supposed to spread joy. You are an elf.
Grumpy Elf: Joy is for other elves. I have to make sure everything runs smoothly so Nik can deliver all the presents.
Me: And Keegan and his gingerbread contest are hurting this how?
Grumpy Elf: He has it scheduled for December 22nd. All the elves want that day off to attend.
Me: So, what I’m hearing is your precious workshop will be empty, and you can get tons of work done in peace and quiet. Just like you like. Sounds like Keegan is actually helping you.
Grumpy Elf: I don’t know why I talk to you.
Me: Beats the fuck out of me, but you won’t go away, so I figure I’m stuck with you now.