Chapter 9
Willy
Sparkly Christmas bulbs. Never before had I had a date that was so incredibly amazing. It was like Campbell had watched all of my favorite holiday movies, taken notes, and then planned the most wonderful holi-date.
We had the best time. At least I had. I wasn’t so sure about Campbell. It almost felt like he was nervous and not letting his true self shine. That was going to end now.
Now we were walking back through the village. A light snow was dusting the ground. Snowdrop keeping up but barely. The poor girl was exhausted.
The only remaining question was, how was this night going to end?
“Willy,” Campbell said. He stopped in front of the door that led to Nick’s residence where he was staying.
Was this where we said good night? Would he invite me inside or walk me to my door at the elf apartments? We’d flirted about it, but he was a big old flirt. I couldn’t really trust that.
“Yes?” I said.
“This night... it’s been amazing. I don’t want to be too forward—”
I crashed my lips against his. My tongue swept into his mouth while my arms looped around his neck. My body was plastered against his. He held me tight as he kissed me.
I pulled away. “Take me inside, Campbell.”
We didn’t waste any time. Campbell laced his fingers into mine and took me inside, stopping only long enough to take the leash off Snowdrop. I didn’t even pay attention to where we were going.
Then we were inside a cozy guest bedroom that was the size of my whole apartment. The king-sized bed dominated the room. There were loops on the bed posts along with three different types of lube on the nightstand.
“Are those nipple clamps?”
“Yes.”
“Pretty sure of yourself, huh?” I asked.
Campbell chuckled. “I hoped our date would end this way, little elf, but I didn’t set those things out just for you.”
I raised a brow.
“Alphas like some nipple play too, you know.”
Arousal pooled in my gut, and my skin turned hot. I closed the distance between us and began working on the buttons of Campbell’s shirt.
“Will you tell me what you like?” I asked.
He nodded. “Whatever you do to me, I’ll like.”
I giggled. “That sounds like a challenge, and I love a good challenge,” I whispered against his neck, pressing my lips to the pulse point there. Campbell’s hands found the hem of my sweater, tugging it up and over my head.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. His fingers traced over my chest. I shivered under his touch, my nipples hardening as his thumbs brushed over them. He gave them a soft pinch, and I hissed in a breath.
I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. The sight of his broad chest covered in dark hair made my mouth water. I ran my hands over his muscles, marveling at how solid he felt under my palms.
“All those hours chopping wood have really paid off,” I said. “I’m glad I get to see the results of all your hard work.” I squeezed and massaged his muscles while he flexed beneath my touch. “Those clamps,” I said, nodding toward the nightstand. “Show me how you like them.”
Campbell’s eyes darkened. He reached for the clamps, the metal glinting in the soft lamplight. “On me first, or you?”
“You,” I said without hesitation. “I want to watch you.”
He handed me the clamps. They had black rubber tips, with an adjustable screw so we could change the pressure. A long silver string connected them. “Start gentle,” he instructed. “Just enough pressure to make me feel it.”
I leaned down and took one of his nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until it was hard and peaked. I bit gently until it was ready for the clamp. Campbell’s breath hitched above me. Carefully, I attached the first clamp, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.
“Perfect,” he groaned. “The other one.”
I repeated the process, and when both clamps were in place, Campbell’s head fell back with a low moan that went straight to my cock.
“Your turn, little elf,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“Wait,” I said, placing my hand on his chest. “I want to taste you first. I need another sample of that delicious cum.” I tugged gently on the chain connecting the clamps, watching as Campbell’s breath caught and his hips jerked forward. The bulge in his jeans was impossible to ignore.
“Willy,” he warned, his voice strained. “Omega, you are going to kill me.”
I pushed him to the bed so that he was lying flat. I tugged off his jeans and boxers. This time they were red with jingle bells on them.
When I freed his cock, he was already hard and leaking. I licked my lips, remembering the taste from our encounter in the Lube Lagoon.
“For research purposes,” I said with a grin before taking him into my mouth.
This time was different. Slower. More deliberate. I mapped every ridge, every vein with my tongue. Campbell’s hands fisted in my hair as I worked him over, the little tugs on the clamps making him gasp and moan above me.
“Stop.” His breath came in heavy pants. “I need to be inside you when I come.”
I pulled off with a wet pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Then you better get me ready. It won’t take much. I’m already wet with slick.”
Campbell’s eyes blazed. He gripped my hips and flipped us so that I was on my back and he was above me. His hands made quick work of my remaining clothes until we were both naked. He guided my legs apart and settled between them, pressing me down onto the soft mattress.
“Open for me, little elf,” he commanded. His voice was soft, and it washed over me like a caress. He reached for the lube on the nightstand. “Let me take care of you.”
I opened for him.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured and pressed kisses to my inner thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this since that first day in the workshop.”
His first finger, slick and warm, circled my entrance before pressing inside. I gasped at the intrusion, my back arched off the bed.
“That’s it,” Campbell encouraged, working his finger slowly in and out. “You’re doing so good for me.”
When he added a second finger, I couldn’t hold back the whimper that escaped my lips. He crooked his fingers, searching until—
“Oh, Christmas bells,” I cried out as he found my prostate. Stars exploded behind my eyelids.
“Found it,” Campbell said with satisfaction, stroking that spot again and again until I was writhing beneath him. “Think you’re ready for a third?”
I nodded frantically, beyond words. The stretch burned so good as he worked me open, preparing me for what was to come. My cock was leaking steadily onto my stomach, and I reached down to stroke myself.
“No,” Campbell said, catching my wrist. “I want you to come on my cock.”
He withdrew his fingers, and I whined at the loss. He lined himself up with my entrance.
“Look at me, Willy,” he said, his voice tender. “I want to see your face when I fill you up.”
Our eyes locked as he pushed inside, inch by delicious inch. The stretch was intense, burning in the best way possible. When he was fully seated, we both groaned.
“You feel incredible,” Campbell panted, his forehead resting against mine. “So tight and perfect.”
“Move,” I gasped. “Please, Campbell, I need you to move.” I wrapped a finger around the chain connecting his clamps and tugged lightly. Campbell’s hips jerked and his cock buried deeper inside me.
He started slow, rolling his hips in a rhythm that had me seeing stars. Each thrust hit that perfect spot inside me, building the pleasure higher and higher.
“Harder,” I begged, my nails digging into his shoulders. “I can take it.”
Campbell’s control snapped. He pulled nearly all the way out before slamming back in, setting a punishing pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall. The chain connecting his nipple clamps swayed with each thrust, and I couldn’t resist tugging on it.
“Fuck, Willy,” he groaned, his hips stuttering. “I’m not going to last much longer.”
“Neither am I,” I panted, feeling my orgasm building at the base of my spine. “Campbell, I’m so close—”
He reached between us, wrapping his hand around my cock and stroking in time with his thrusts. It only took a few pumps before I was coming, spilling between us with a cry that echoed through the room.
My muscles clenched around Campbell’s cock, and with a few more erratic thrusts, he followed me over the edge, burying himself deep as he came.
We lay there afterward, breathing hard, Campbell’s weight a comforting presence on top of me. His knot expanded, locking us together. The walls of my channel stretched that delicious burn, and my spent cock jerked with interest.
“That was...” I started, but couldn’t find the words.
“Perfect,” Campbell finished, pulling me against his chest. “Absolutely perfect.”
I undid the clamps around his nipples and touched them lightly. “Were the clamps on too long?” I asked.
He shook his head. “It was perfect.”
I traced lazy patterns on his chest, feeling more content than I had in years. “So, about that special lube project...”
Campbell chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. “I think we’re going to need a lot more samples.”
“For quality control purposes, of course,” I said with a grin.
“Of course,” he agreed. “Can’t have subpar products leaving Santa’s workshop.”
As I drifted off to sleep in Campbell’s arms, I couldn’t help but think that maybe this temporary arrangement was turning into something much more permanent. I wasn’t sure if that was terrifying or exciting.