Page 10 of Temporary Santa's Knotty Workshop
“Don’t you think it would make sense that my mate, should I be so lucky to find them, would enjoy the taste of my cum so much that they’d want it in lube form? I want it to look like my cum and taste like my cum. Think you’re up for the challenge?”
Why did that sound so hot? The idea of jacking off to a lube that looked like cum, smelled and tasted like cum, was invigorating. Especially if it was Campbell’s cum.
Campbell grinned slowly. “Oh, little elf. Does that turn you on?”
“No,” I lied.
“Are you sure?” He stepped closer to me. I backed away. I couldn’t get far, because the door was right there, and I had closed it behind me. Why had I done that? Did I really want to get away? Absolutely not. Did I want to admit that? Even less so.
“Little Elf Willy, if you don’t want this, I’m gonna need you to be very clear right now that you don’t, and I’ll stop. We’ll go our separate ways. We’ll be professional. Is that what you want?”
I swallowed thickly. Suddenly, none of the scents in the room existed, except for Campbell. His woodsy, manly, alpha scent washed over me and became the only thing I could focus on.
“No,” I said. “I don’t want that.”
“Good. Neither do I. Why don’t you tell me what you would like, little elf.”
I groaned. That nickname, the way he looked at me shouldn’t have been so hot, yet here I was, unable to deny it any longer.
“I think I might know what could help.” Campbell stepped closer. This time I didn’t try to move away. “You’re stressed.”
Campbell brushed the back of his hand down my face, and my skin tingled under his touch. “Overworked. And you are in desperate need of... a release.”
His hand trailed down the front of me. His fingertips ghosted over the satin red pajamas I wore until he reached the waistband of my pants.
“If you’re going to help me with my project, we should get a sample, don’t you think?”
“Of my cum or yours?” It came out as barely a whisper.
“Hmm. Which do you want to start with?” He licked his bottom lip. This man was going to be the death of me.
“Yours,” I said without hesitation. I dropped to my knees.
Campbell still wore his jeans; clearly he hadn’t even attempted to go to bed.
I looked up at him as I reached for his belt buckle.
“You sure about this, little elf?” Campbell’s voice had deepened. The arousal in his eyes was clear.
I didn’t bother answering, I just tugged his jeans down, followed quickly by his boxers. They were a deep green with little axes on them. Cute. But I didn’t have time to comment on that. What I really wanted was staring me right in the face.
I wrapped my hand around his length, stroking slowly. My fingers barely fit around him. He was longer and thicker than I was. My hole clenched. At some point I wanted him buried deep inside my ass, but for tonight, I wanted him coming down my throat.
I leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his tip before taking him into my mouth. Campbell’s sharp intake of breath spurred me on. His taste exploded on my tongue. Woodsy. Manly. All alpha. I flicked my tongue over his cock, letting my spit coat his length.
Campbell’s hand tangled in my hair, not pushing, just holding. “Fuck, Willy. Your mouth is perfection.”
I hummed, letting the vibration work its way around him and down his length. The taste of his precum hit my tongue, and I burned the memory of his taste into my mind.
“Fuck, I’m close, Willy,” Campbell warned. His grip on my hair tightened. “If you want that sample...”
“I need the taste,” I said. “Give it to me.”
I swallowed him down. My cheeks hollowed as I sucked and pulled back, letting the velvety length of him slide over my lips. I cradled his balls in my hand.
With a jerk of his hips and a loud groan, he came. Cum flooded my mouth, and I drank it all down, swallowing every drop. I licked up his length, and Campbell shuddered under my touch. He nearly fell, leaning against the wall to keep him upright.
“I think I have the taste,” I said. “We’ll need to do this again so I can get the texture.”
