Page 18 of Temporary Santa's Knotty Workshop
“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.
Chapter 10
Campbell
