“Baalllll,” he gasped, though it was slightly muffled, like he had dropped the phone. “Need…to…come…”
My head banged against my office door, my cock hard and straining against my pants at the sounds. Hearing my name on his lips, pleading, begging…it was all I needed to hear.
“Kendrick…do you want me to…help with your heat?” My breath was coming as fast as he was panting in my ear. Why did hearing him, breathless and making needy little whimpers, turn me on so much?
“Want…you…Bal…” he gasped. “Want…your cock…inside me…want…your knot.” All of that was followed by a long, needy moan. “My…fingers…aren’t enough. Need…you…pleeeeaassseeee. It…hurts.”
Phone in one hand, I fumbled with the button of my pants with the other, needing some relief. “Touch yourself.”
I kept my order low, so that anyone prowling the hallway outside my office, hopefully wouldn’t hear.
“I…am…” Kendrick howled.
“Stick your fingers inside yourself.” My button gave, my cock pushing insistently at my zipper. Holding the phone against my ear with my head and the crook of my neck, I carefully eased the zipper down. My cock sprang free, the cool air caressing my heated flesh.
“They…are!”
“Pretend they are my fingers,” I panted, stroking myself, pushing my foreskin back. “Stroke your cock for me. I bet you have the prettiest cock.”
Another needy wail filled my phone.
“I’m touching myself,” I whispered, “touching myself like I’m going to touch you. Pretend I’m touching you, Kendrick.”
My hand glided over my own cock, moving faster and stroking harder with each pant from Kendrick, each moan, and gasp, and begged words. The sounds he made, the picture in my head, the anticipation of knowing I was going to be able to touch him the same way, all added to my building desire tingling at the base of my spine.
“Come for me, Kendrick,” I panted, as my own orgasm raced through me. My cock throbbed in my fist, my muscles tightening. My cum flowed over my fingers, dripping down onto the floor, as I tried my best to stifle the loud groan that spilled from my mouth.
Kendrick’s own loud wail echoed in my ear, followed by soft, ragged panting breath. Leaning against my door, eyes closed, I waited for my racing heart to slow, for my breathing to even out.
“Bal?” Kendrick’s soft, timid voice, so unlike him. He sounded so unsure of himself. Of what had just happened.
“I’m here.” My voice sounded like a low hum.
“I–”
“I want to spend your heat with you.”
There was no point in asking nicely. Not after what we had just done together. I had never done anything like this in my office, but I had no regrets.
I wanted Kendrick.
I wanted to spend his heat with him. I wanted to bury myself as deep inside of him as I could get. Wanted to hear his cries, see his face, taste his slick, and feel his tight little hole clamped around my cock.
“Yes,” he breathed into the phone. “Yes.”
Kendrick
Past…
Me:I saw what you did.
Grumpy Elf:You saw nothing.
Me:I saw you sneak Kacey those cookies.
Grumpy Elf:Prove it.
Me:Next time, give me some too.
