Page 14 of Wrap Me Up

I wave my hand below. “What you see is a packer, but I can feel everything you do.”

“Got it.”

“But also, I have a cock. It’s different from what you might be used to. You’re to treat it like a cis cock, no exceptions.”

Noel grins. “I can’t wait to suck you off.”

I swallow again. “Usually, I top. Anal is fine, but…” I nibble my bottom lip. “Nothing else.”

“Perfect.” Noel tips my chin up so I’m looking at him. His eyes are hooded, and he glances at my lips as he licks his. “May I worship you now?”

“Yeah?”

He chuckles. “Is that a question?” His thumb presses against my bottom lip. I open my mouth to suck him in, flipping the tables on him. His eyes shutter closed as I wiggle my tongue around his digit as if it’s a cock in my mouth. I pout when he pulls his hand away. His gaze drops over my chest. “You’re wearing too many clothes.” I start to unbutton my shirt and he stops my hands. “Let me.” Again, he’s on his knees for me.

Soon he has my shirt open and his eyes roaming my chest. I’m so exposed to him in this moment.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thanked the universe when you started wearing these.” He rubs his hands along the lines of the harness across my chest. It’s white leather with the band just above my nipples. Said nipples are so hard they could cut glass.

I suck in air. “I have sensitive nipples.” While we didn’t use magic to rid me of the scars, the doctors did everything they could, including using magic to allow me to keep such rich sensitivity.

“Oh. I love that. May I?”

I pat my thighs. “Only after we kiss first. I want your mouth on my lips before nips.”

A snort chuckle comes from Noel, but he sits in my lap. He’s a comforting weight and I bite back a moan.

Noel threads his fingers through my hair. “I’ve been dreaming about your lips since last Christmas.” He leans in.

When we kiss, it’s like the Christmas tree lighting. A choir sings in my head. Bright light sparkles behind my eyelids, but I’m sure it’s just my imagination. Noel moans into my mouth and I want more sounds from him, so I buck my hips, hoping to rub us both the right way. I groan at the added sensation. Noel’s fingers play at my left nipple as he tugs my hair and trails kisses across my jaw and down my throat.

“Candy canes,” I breathe out. My usual sexcapades is finding an elf to bend over for me and my strap-on. This is much, much better.

Noel’s hand drops from my nipple to cup me, then rubs me through my pants. “I want to taste you.”

“I’ve never had a blow job,” I blurt out.

“Can I be your first?” Lust burns in Noel’s eyes, and I can’t deny him or myself.

“Yeah.” I nod as he slides down my body and to the floor.

“Help me take your pants off.”

Quickly I have the button undone, the zipper down, and lift my butt to slide the shimmery pants from my body, leaving me in my harness and boxer briefs.

Noel sits in silence, just taking in my body before nuzzling my bulge. The action sends feeling right through me. “Yes.”

He loops his fingers in my waistband. “May I?”

“Yeah. Uh, everything is…” I gesture to my bulge. “Inside the underwear, so once that’s gone, so is the illusion of—”

Noel presses a finger to my lips. “You’re perfect, Tinsel. I don’t care if you have a bulge or not. I don’t care that you have to use a prosthetic cock. You’re exactly who you’re supposed to be.”

“Okay.” I nod and he settles back into my lap. His weight helps ground me back into the moment.

Noel leans in to kiss me again. His clothes scratch against my naked skin so deliciously helping me get back into the moment, back to Noel’s affection. We’re writhing in the kitchen chair when he says, “On the table.”

“The table?”

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