Page 23 of Naughty Elf: Wink

“Your observation skills are on point,” I teased, but my voice had gone a full octave deeper. “But this isn’t about me.” I raised my icing bag to his nipple and squeezed. A line of white icing traced the peaked nub, before I leaned in and flicked it with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from him. The minty sweetness burst on my tongue, my mate’s nuanced flavor accentuating it perfectly. I lapped and sucked until every bit of the icing had dissolved, and he whimpered when I pulled back and blew across his wet flesh. Then I moved across and did the same to the other one.

Derek had to brace himself on the counter when his knees began to wobble. “Wink, what are you doing to me?” he panted.

“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” Next, I traced a line of icing down from his chest to his belly button, following it with my tongue, until I was on my knees before him, admiring the reaction I’d gotten from him. The tip of his cock was glistening with a perfect bead of precum. Instead of lavishing my attention on it, I delayed our gratification for another minute, using the piping bag to trace each vein.

My hands shook, not to mention every time he bobbed in need, making this my messiest work ever, but I was prouder of this artwork than I’d been of any other before.

At last, I decided my masterpiece was done. I gazed up at him to find him panting and desperate, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter in a white-knuckled grip. “Please,” he gritted out. “You’re killing me.”

I reached down and undid my own pants, my erection forcing its way out. “You are not alone.”

With one hand clamped firmly around the base of my cock, I finally licked that perfect bead from the tip of his dick, then enveloped him fully into my mouth. This was my new favorite flavor, and I groaned around him, the vibration making his balls clench tight. Slick had dripped down the insides of his thighs, and when I slid my free hand between his cheeks, I found his entrance was quivering, begging for my fingers.

When I thought back to my time in the bakery in the North Pole, it was certainly nothing like this. Sure, everyone had been singing and joyous, but this… this was a whole different flavor experience. If I’d known this was my future, I would’ve left a long time ago.

Derek carded his fingers through my hair to hold me in place and rocked back and forth, into my mouth then onto my fingers, his whines and whimpers increasing in pitch and volume. I stroked my hand along my length in time as he hit the back of my throat with every thrust.

I curled my fingers inside him, hitting that sweet spot, and I felt his ass clamp down on me, his hips stuttering, breath catching. “Oh gods, Wink, I love you!” he cried, his grip tight in my hair making my scalp sting, before he plunged as deep as he could get and exploded into my mouth.

Derek loved me! I could feel his pulse on my tongue, and my heart raced to match it. I wanted to say the words back to him, tell him that he was everything to me—more than glitter or candy canes, twinkly lights and reindeer, more than snowflakes melting on my lashes—butas it was, all I could do was moan around his cock, my cum pulsing out of me in messy arcs, painting my hand.

Once I’d swallowed every drop, I rose from my knees and kissed him with everything I had. He licked through my mouth, chasing his own flavor on my tongue. Finally, I had to pull back so we could catch our breath. “I love you so much, Derek,” I said, desperate to get all my feelings out. “You have no idea how much. You were the best Christmas gift I ever could’ve asked for.”

We stood there, him naked and me trying to keep my cum-covered hand away from everything, until reality came crashing down when his phone rang in the pocket of his pants, folded on the counter behind him.

He turned to look back at it but didn’t answer it. Then he looked down at the mess we’d made. “Well, that was terribly unsanitary. It’s like I never took that food safety class,” he said with a laugh. “Now we’ll have to clean every surface and disinfect.”

“Worth it.” He didn’t disagree.

16

Derek

Summer was officially over. School was back in session, Halloween was just around the corner, and the weather had already taken a turn straight into fall. This morning, the grass had been crunchy with frost, car windows glittering with silver rime, my breath billowing in a cloud with every puff.

Fannie Mae sat in the car seat beside me, her fists clenched in her lap. Her eyes darted back and forth at every passerby.

“You know, if you’re not ready, you don’t have to do this today,” I told her. The entire car stank of her anxiety.

Go home, my raccoon said. He was in full-on protective mode. His vote was to turn this car around and take her straight home, but Wink and I had both agreed that it might be time to coax her out of her little bubble. But ultimately, it was her choice. I wasn’t going to force her into anything.

“No, no. You and your elf were right,” she said, frowning. “There’s nothing to be scared of, and I know that logically. It’s just…” Shetucked her hands between her knees and took a steadying breath. “No, I’ve got this.” She nodded once firmly, then reached for the door handle.

I hopped out and ran around to meet her on the sidewalk. I was going to stay by her side, no matter what. We were keeping it small today, nothing big or scary. Just a trip to The Pie Bar for a coffee and a pastry. She said she wanted to see where Wink and I worked. He was meeting us there.

When I offered my elbow, Granny smiled gratefully and hooked her hand around it, allowing me to lead her down the sidewalk toward the café.

“So this is—” My words were cut off by a giant yawn, and I held my hand up to cover my gaping mouth, halting in my tracks so I didn’t walk into anyone.

Kit, my beast said for the millionth time, as if I spoke raccoon. I rolled my eyes at him.

Granny looked up at me. “Didn’t sleep well last night?”

“No, I slept like a rock. I have all week, in fact, but it’s like I just can’t catch a break. I thought we had this whole fatigue thing figured out. Wink says I’m not sleepwalking anymore, but I’m so exhausted.” I yawned again. “Sleepwalking” was a polite way of saying being hijacked by my raccoon, but I couldn’t very well say that in town.

“And what does your…friendsay about it,” she asked, meaning my raccoon.

“When I ask my little buddy what’s going on, he just keeps repeating ‘kit,’ whatever that means.” I shrugged, trying to play it off as no big deal, but I felt like I was being super whiny. I hated it.

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