Page 17 of Temporary Santa's Knotty Workshop
Campbell chuckled. “I hoped our date would end this way, little elf, but I didn’t set those things out just for you.”
I raised a brow.
“Alphas like some nipple play too, you know.”
Arousal pooled in my gut, and my skin turned hot. I closed the distance between us and began working on the buttons of Campbell’s shirt.
“Will you tell me what you like?” I asked.
He nodded. “Whatever you do to me, I’ll like.”
I giggled. “That sounds like a challenge, and I love a good challenge,” I whispered against his neck, pressing my lips to the pulse point there. Campbell’s hands found the hem of my sweater, tugging it up and over my head.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he said. His fingers traced over my chest. I shivered under his touch, my nipples hardening as his thumbs brushed over them. He gave them a soft pinch, and I hissed in a breath.
I finished unbuttoning his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders. The sight of his broad chest covered in dark hair made my mouth water. I ran my hands over his muscles, marveling at how solid he felt under my palms.
“All those hours chopping wood have really paid off,” I said. “I’m glad I get to see the results of all your hard work.” I squeezed and massaged his muscles while he flexed beneath my touch. “Those clamps,” I said, nodding toward the nightstand. “Show me how you like them.”
Campbell’s eyes darkened. He reached for the clamps, the metal glinting in the soft lamplight. “On me first, or you?”
“You,” I said without hesitation. “I want to watch you.”
He handed me the clamps. They had black rubber tips, with an adjustable screw so we could change the pressure. A long silver string connected them. “Start gentle,” he instructed. “Just enough pressure to make me feel it.”
I leaned down and took one of his nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it until it was hard and peaked. I bit gently until it was ready for the clamp. Campbell’s breath hitched above me. Carefully, I attached the first clamp, watching his face for any sign of discomfort.
“Perfect,” he groaned. “The other one.”
I repeated the process, and when both clamps were in place, Campbell’s head fell back with a low moan that went straight to my cock.
“Your turn, little elf,” he said, his voice rough with need.
“Wait,” I said, placing my hand on his chest. “I want to taste you first. I need another sample of that delicious cum.” I tugged gently on the chain connecting the clamps, watching as Campbell’s breath caught and his hips jerked forward. The bulge in his jeans was impossible to ignore.
“Willy,” he warned, his voice strained. “Omega, you are going to kill me.”
I pushed him to the bed so that he was lying flat. I tugged off his jeans and boxers. This time they were red with jingle bells on them.
When I freed his cock, he was already hard and leaking. I licked my lips, remembering the taste from our encounter in the Lube Lagoon.
“For research purposes,” I said with a grin before taking him into my mouth.
This time was different. Slower. More deliberate. I mapped every ridge, every vein with my tongue. Campbell’s hands fisted in myhair as I worked him over, the little tugs on the clamps making him gasp and moan above me.
“Stop.” His breath came in heavy pants. “I need to be inside you when I come.”
I pulled off with a wet pop, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. “Then you better get me ready. It won’t take much. I’m already wet with slick.”
Campbell’s eyes blazed. He gripped my hips and flipped us so that I was on my back and he was above me. His hands made quick work of my remaining clothes until we were both naked. He guided my legs apart and settled between them, pressing me down onto the soft mattress.
“Open for me, little elf,” he commanded. His voice was soft, and it washed over me like a caress. He reached for the lube on the nightstand. “Let me take care of you.”
I opened for him.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured and pressed kisses to my inner thighs. “I’ve been thinking about this since that first day in the workshop.”
His first finger, slick and warm, circled my entrance before pressing inside. I gasped at the intrusion, my back arched off the bed.
