The heated look in his silver eyes, that didn’t quite tell me what he was thinking.
Coming back to his cottage, still on a high from our win, after the pizza we had devoured with my family to celebrate.
Standing in the entranceway to this very room, so close I had to crane my neck up to see him. The heat of his body warming me, both our breathing coming just a bit too fast. The tender way he had brushed a lock of hair off my forehead. The anticipation when I thought he was going to kiss me again.
Only to feel him bend down, his firm lips brushing the lightest kiss across my forehead, before he had whispered good night, and walked into the living room to take his place on the couch.
That kiss hadn’t been the kiss I had been waiting for, been wanting. But somehow it was one of the sweetest, tenderest, most intimate kisses I had ever had.
It had shaken me to my core. It made me want…so many things from Bal.
Heat flooded my body, and I pulled my sticky t-shirt away from my chest. Why was it so hot in here? Had Bal turned up the heat, thinking I would get cold?
My stomach twisted then, making me gasp as nausea and a sharp cramp had me rolling to my side, my knees up in my chest.
Oh fuck! I knew what this was!
No, no, no! My heat wasn’t due for another three weeks, well after I would be home, and we had staged our “break up”.
This couldnotbe happening now!
The gush of slick, the hardness of my growing cock, and the almost all-consuming need for a knot that swarmed through my out-of-control body, told me it very much was happening now.
When the wave of pain and fire backed off, I managed to grab my cell phone from the nightstand. Squinting at it, hands shaking, I typed out a message to Bal.
Me:You can’t come back here for a few days. I’m sorry, but can you stay at Nik’s or Kris and Oliver’s?
The phone dinged in my hand a few seconds later, but another wave of lust and heat gripped me, and I couldn’t focus enough to even read it. Finally, I held the phone up, the words blurring before righting themselves. Swiping at a rivulet of sweat dripping down my forehead, I wiped my hand on the sheet already damp from my slick.
Grumpy Elf:What’s going on? Are you okay?
I was absolutelynotokay. My hole ached with the need to be filled and knotted, and I moaned at the near pain of it. I didn’t have any supplies with me. No toys to help get me through this.
Me:My heat came early.
My phone was silent for a full minute, before another text came through.
Grumpy Elf:What do you need, Kendrick?
The ache was too much just then, my mind too muddled with need and lust, and I dropped the phone beside me on the bed. What did I need? I needed to come.
Pushing my pajama pants down past my ass, I slid two fingers into my slick hole, moaning at the sweet pleasure of being filled withsomething. It wasn’t enough, not by a long shot, my fingers not nearly thick enough, but it was a start.
Fingers coated in slick, I slid them out of my ass and wiped them down the sides of my throbbing, hard cock. It was just enough to make the slide of my hand down my length not catch on my over sensitive skin.
The rhythm I sat for myself was rough, fast, my hips humping the air as I jacked myself. It wasn’t enough. My holeneededto be filled! Three fingers slid in, this time with a slight burn that I loved.
Neither of my hands were coordinated with the other, but my body didn’t care. My ass was full of my fingers, and my cock was firmly gripped in my other hand, both striving for that crest of bliss.
My body temperature rose another notch, the only sounds in the room my panting, gasping breaths, the slap of flesh on flesh, and the obscene squelching noise my slick ass made around my fingers.
My orgasm shot out of me before I even registered it was upon me, my cum painting my chest. I lay panting for long minutes, eyes closed, nearly boneless. Finally, I let my fingers slip from my body, my hole still clenching with need.
The urgent dinging of my phone had me blinking, and I tried to remember where I was and what I had been doing.
Bal.
It took a minute for my searching hand to locate my phone, and even longer for the words lighting up the screen to make sense.
