Page 8 of Santa & His Elf

“I… I… can you…”

“Can I what?”

“Before Doc comes back… can you… I… Ugh. I n-ne-need you to…touch.”

Does he mean what I think he means?

A ball of nervous energy rolls in my gut. “Touch?”

“Me.”

“Where?” I sputter out.

“In my pants.”

“Pepper, I don’t think that’s a good idea. Not here.”

“Please. I want you to touch it. Ineedyou to touch it now that you know. Please.”

“Your hole? Is that what you’re talking about?”

“Yes,” he croaks, shivering. “Please.”

I can’t do that.

Not here.

Not now.

“You’re killin’ me here, Pep.” I sigh and squeeze his side.

“I need you. I need you,” he begs, his warm breath bathing my neck. “It aches. It aches so much. All the time. Please.”

“Shhhh. Shhhh. I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” I rock him in my arms, wanting to take his pain away.

Giving Pepper what he desires without question, I glide my palm down his back, and he shudders. A needy whimper vibrates below my ear. I drag lower until my hand covers his ass in the middle, closer to where he craves to be touched.

Pepper’s hips push back, desperate for more.

Powerless to deny him, I slip into his stretchy bottoms to find he’s not wearing any boxers. Skin lands on hot, silken skin. Before I chicken out, I press a finger to the top of his crease and descend between supple cheeks to the hidden treasure. The glide is wet as it perfumes the air in vanilla—his scent. I relish in it, eyes slipping closed in my version of pleasure, as I groan, loving this far more than I should allow in Doc’s office.

I travel lower.

Breathe.

Feel.

Commit the moment to memory.

The instant I caress his hole, Pepper’s nails bite into my shoulders, and his hips thrust forward to rub his erection against my stomach. Again, I let him. I give in. I do whatever he needs because he’s mine. This is my room. This is my elf. If he needs me to play with his hole, I’ll play with his needy hole. Anything and everything I can, I’ll give. Whenever he needs it, however he needs it done.

Around and around, I circle his slick rim, getting a feel for the foreign place. In the center, there’s an opening that quivers before expanding the tiniest bit, as if hungry and needing fed.

“Inside,” Pepper pleads, and I comply. Pressing through his muscles is easy. They give away, desperate for me to enter. And I do. Not tentatively. Not like some shy man. I don’t treat him like the virgin I know he is. I finger my elf’s tight pucker in and out like he deserves, and it sucks me back in like a velvet-lined mouth.

“Nick,” he sobs.

“I got you.”

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