Naughty Elf: Sugar, page 9
As I got in, he turned toward me. With our heads on our pillows, we faced each other.
Sugar didn’t wait for me to say or do anything. He simply blurted, “Can you kiss me again?”
I didn’t hesitate. I put my arm around him and pulled him close, kissing him, then lightly licking his lips. My mouth opened over his to show him more. He quickly mimicked my action and parted his lips. Such a sweet elf.
His arm came around my waist and he squirmed up against me, pressing his entire body alongside mine. I couldn’t help but respond physically. The kissing started the fire. Now it was roaring.
My erection pressed gently against his thigh. I wasn’t sure about his response yet. He was shorter than I was by a lot, so I pressed into him with my stomach by way of exploration. And there he was, right in line with me, that hardness there a total delight.
It was magical, to kiss and press with our clothes still on and be taken to such heights. I liked sex, but the touch of another had never made me feel this good. Sugar was special. I knew it from day one.
As much as I was overtaken by my arousal and his, I managed to keep what he’d told me in the back of my mind, that he hadn’t enjoyed sex his first time. I was sure he meant penetration. I wasn’t going to pressure him. There was so much more I could show him before it ever came to that.
Sugar tilted his head to one side, gasping for air. I was breathing harder, too. I kissed him all over his face. He lifted his chin and I kissed where he had liked it before. On the neck.
He reached up and put his arms around my neck to pull me closer.
I ran my hand down his side to his hip, pulling him closer until we were grinding against each other.
Sugar moaned.
I pushed him onto his back and leaned up. With both hands free, I slid his t-shirt up and ran my hands over his stomach and to his chest.
“Wow, oh.” Sugar tried to sit up.
“Too much?” I asked.
“It’s really good. Too good.”
I’d kept the low lamp on, and I could see his naked chest rising and falling. He didn’t try to push the shirt down or hide himself, so I knew he was okay.
“Do you want to slow down?”
“No. Yes. No.” He lay back, arms over his head, and closed his eyes. “Please touch me again.”
I went slower this time. My hand swept in swirls over his stomach and chest, lightly touching his nipples which were already hard little nubs. I lay on my side and kissed his mouth. He opened his mouth wider for me this time, and our tongues danced together. When he broke for breath, I lowered my head to his chest and kissed him there.
“Oh my.”
“Too fast?”
“It’s good,” he breathed.
I gave him a single lick over his nipple. His breath sucked in tight. I did it again and again until I had him writhing.
One of Sugar’s hands was in my hair, gripping. I liked the tug. It meant I was on the right track.
I kept licking over the nub as I slowly swirled my hand lower and lower, past his abdomen. I rested my hand on his thigh, my thumb rubbing the crease against the bulge tenting his shorts.
He jerked, tensing, and reached up for me. I let my mouth fall back on his lips. I kissed him until he relaxed, then gently cupped my hand over his cock. I went back to licking his nipples, first the left, then the right.
He gripped my shoulders.
I gave a slow rub, feeling his cock throb through the thin material. My thumb caught at his waistband and tugged downward. To my surprise, he lifted his hips and wriggled upward. His shorts moved and I pulled harder until they were down to his knees.
His cock bounced up, curving toward his belly. He was gorgeous, his sweet balls quivering as he squirmed to get the pants all the way off.
“Now there’s so much more for me to kiss and lick,” I said.
“Grant!”
“You’re so beautiful. Lie back for me.”
“I don’t know if I can control myself.”
I kissed between his pecs. “It’s not about control, it’s about letting go.”
His head fell back onto the pillow. He kept murmuring, “I can’t, I can’t.”
“You can,” I said firmly.
I started kissing him down the center of his ribcage, licking around his bellybutton. His cockhead nudged at my cheek.
He grabbed an extra pillow and put it over his head, letting out a loud but muffled whine.
I couldn’t stop myself. He was so responsive. Such a good little naughty elf.
I brushed my fingertips over his balls. His knees bent and fell open.
He was an omega and clearly wet behind his balls, but I wasn’t going to go further with him on that level tonight. He wasn’t ready. And I wasn’t going to entice him to make him think he was when he clearly had had problems in the past with his bad experience.
His cock throbbed. I bent and licked the head.
Sugar screamed into his pillow. Then began to beg. “Stop. I mean don’t stop.” He sat up looking bewildered as I tilted my head to watch him. He panted at me. I stayed very still, mouth closed, letting him make the decision.
“Okay, Grant. Can you do that again?” His head flopped back.
I licked up the underside and to the head, then circled the base with thumb and forefinger to bring his cock upright and sucked down on the head.
He was so firm in my grip, the skin of the head soft and swollen as I licked and sucked.
Sugar cried out into the pillow. I loved him dearly for that. My responsive little elf.
I didn’t get very far in my plans, but I had no expectations. He was young and for an elf who had perhaps misbehaved in the past, quite innocent.
Halfway down his cock, my lips felt the tension increase to a throbbing that didn’t stop. He exploded quite nicely, his entire body rocking. I didn’t let a drop spill.
He was still shaking as I moved up his body, removed the pillow from his face, and kissed him like I owned him.
His arms flew around my neck. He gasped into me. I pulled back.
“Grant, you’re so good.” He repeated that about three times.
“You liked that?”
“How you made me feel—I—I—loved it.”
“Fantastic.” I smothered him with kisses.
He ducked some of them and curled into me, hugging me hard. A cuddler? Yep. That was what I had on my hands.
I hugged him back, gliding my hands down to his little ass and back up again. He grasped the back of my t-shirt so hard I thought it might rip.
“Grant.” He spoke into my chest. “Grant.”
“You’re so beautiful.” I paused. “You’re okay, right?”
He nodded vigorously, head bumping my chest.
I let him rest against me and I basked as I breathed in his scent. My cock was leaking into my pants, but I ignored it. All I cared about was Sugar and what I could do for him.
When he had calmed, his body more languid, he looked up at me. We were both on our sides pressed together, him mostly naked and me with my sleep clothes still on.
“I want to touch you,” he said.
“All right.”
“I want to make you feel good, too.”
“You already do.”
He undulated against me, brushing my cock just right. “You know what I mean.”
“What do you want me to do?”
He sat up. “I don’t know what to do except I want to see you.” Softer, “Touch you.”
I sat up and pulled my t-shirt over my head and threw it on the floor.
He inhaled with a hiss, then reached out to touch the muscle of one upper arm. His fingers fell to my chest, dancing across my pecs.
“I like the way you feel,” he said.
“What a relief.”
He tilted his head and gave me a sarcastic look.
I laughed as I hooked my fingers into my waistband and tore off my pants.
Sugar pushed the covers down with one hand and tapped at my chest with the other until I was lying back and fully exposed. Then he tore off the t-shirt that was rucked up about his shoulders.
Now that we were both fully naked, he took his time exploring my body from head to toe. When he touched my balls, I strained for more. The pleasure coursed through me.
Gently, he touched my cock with the fingers of both hands, feather-light touches that drove me wild.
“It’s wet,” he commented.
“When I get overly excited, I leak.”
He touched the tip of my cock, rubbing with his thumb. “Like an omega, only here instead of your hole.”
He was funny and charming and if I hadn’t already fallen in love with him days ago, I would have now.
“A lot of human males leak, too,” I countered.
“I’m not completely ignorant of sex, but I didn’t know that part because I never have.”
I wanted to tell him to talk less and touch more. But I loved hearing him. I loved that he was looking at me and enjoying it. Hell, I was enjoying it more than anything.
Sugar took my cock in both his hands and began to stroke it.
I groaned.
He kept stroking and giving little tugs and squeezes that were incredible. For his first time, aside from his not fun experience, he was doing everything just right. Or maybe it was him. Any touch he gave was bound to send my mind and body flying.
I knew why. I just hadn’t put it into words to him. It was because we were mates. Destined. Fated mates. The magical thing that people waited lifetimes to happen was happening for me. For us.
He was the most precious being in my life.
13
Sugar
Iloved touching Grant. His body was the most beautiful male body I’d ever seen. I hadn’t seen many in real life, but on the Internet there were tons.
Grant surpassed them all.
I wasn’t sure I was ready to do more than look and touch. He never demanded a thing. He groaned when I touched him. His cock got even harder and wetter when I stroked him.
What might he need? I didn’t want to rub his skin too hard. But I got my palm damp from his leaking head, and that seemed to make him groan even more.
I rubbed him the way I might leisurely rub myself, and he let out big whooshes of air. His eyes closed. He was rigid and swollen, and within seconds his cock let out two big jets of white, then started bubbling all over my hands. Now he was wetter, and I could milk up easier until he was done.
His hard chest rose and fell. Echoes of his orgasm shuddered through my own body, as if we were connected. My hole spasmed.
I wiped my hands on my own chest, wanting his scent on me, and rested my body half on top of his, fitting my face between his shoulder and chin and kissing at his neck.
His hands came around me in an embrace I never wanted to end.
The covers had been tossed. We were bare to the room, but I wasn’t cold. He warmed me.
After a while, I had the most horrible urge to pee. I didn’t want to get up but I had no choice.
“Gotta go!” I ran naked across his bedroom floor to the bathroom.
After I returned, I saw he had neatened the bed. He was still naked, as far as I could tell, but had pulled the covers up to his waist.
I got in and he turned out the lamp. Then he took me in his arms, covering me all the way to my chin, and held me pillowed to his chest.
I was safe in his arms. “Grant. It all feels so real. So right.” Then I blurted, “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” He stroked one hand over my back.
“You do?”
“I think it’s obvious something big is happening between us.”
He was right, and always so calm. My heart was still pounding from what we’d just done.
“Thank you.” I kissed his neck. “For everything.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for landing in my yard.”
“The evil spell might not be so evil?” I asked.
“You’d have to ask its maker.”
“Plus, we have to wait until Christmas. If I turn into a figurine—” I stopped. My breath hitched. It wasn’t a joke but still a very real possibility.
“I promised you, remember? I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen. I’ll go to the North Pole or anywhere on Earth to keep you safe.”
“I believe you would.”
The next morning, I felt like light was coming out of every pore of my body and even out of my ass. Grant had made me come again using his mouth on me, and every time I thought about it I got hard. While eating. While doing the dishes. While letting Velvet out to pee.
Everything was different now. Grant stood closer to me whenever we were in the same room. He was always reaching out to touch my shoulder or my hair.
I thought my heart would burst from my chest because he was so perfect, and I was so in love.
When we sat together on the couch, he moved me with barely a flex of muscle until I was sitting on his lap leaning against his chest. We watched TV but mostly when we were that close, we kissed. And then we missed parts of the show.
I had to confess more feelings to him; I couldn’t hold back. “I feel all tingly, like I’m going to burst. It’s all the time today.”
“That’s called euphoria,” he said. “And me, too.”
“This is what it feels like when you’re with someone?” I asked.
“When you’re with the person who is just right for you, yes.”
“Euphoria. That’s such a good word. It’s definitely like I’m drunk or something.”
He chuckled and held me closer. When I squirmed a little too much and tried to press my body against his, he picked me up while I was still in his lap as if it took no effort and carried me to the bedroom.
There, he made love to me again until I couldn’t see or think for minutes afterward. He let me stroke him with oil he provided as if from thin air. He came, too, his body shaking and laughing.
“You’re laughing.”
“I am just happy, Sugar. So happy.”
That made me feel even higher. I floated through dinner and while sitting together by the fire, me in his lap again.
That night, in bed with just the lamp on, I asked what had been on my mind during different parts of the day.
“When you want more from me, you’ll tell me?” I asked.
He sat up a bit, forcing me to rise on one elbow and look him in the face. “Nothing until you’re ready.”
“I don’t know how to understand when I’m ready. I mean, I don’t know.”
“Then you aren’t ready.”
“But will it hurt do you think? It did before.”
He stroked his fingers down my face. “I will never hurt you. If it happens, it happens and it will be right. We don’t have to rush anything.”
I thought about my stupid encounter with that strange alpha years ago. I hadn’t been ready, and it hadn’t been right. I didn’t even make slick in my ass for him. It was raw and awful, and it stung so bad for days after. I didn’t tell a single soul, not even Sno.
“I didn’t have slick when he did it. That was wrong, right?”
Grant leaned up and kissed me on the lips. “Yes, I think it probably was.”
“I was pretty stupid a lot of times in my life.”
“I have been, too. I don’t know anyone who is perfect.”
“Not even shifters?”
“Nope. Not even shifters.”
“You seem perfect.”
Grant chuckled. “You and me, little elf. We’re the two most perfect people on Earth.”
I kissed him hard for that, opening my mouth.
We were naked and pressed together. His hands moved over my ass. The things it did to me, that touch. We might not be ready for more, but I liked the caresses. I liked that area getting a lot of attention.
After we made love yet again, I fell into a deep, warm sleep.
The days flew by, every day better than the last.
In-between the hours Grant worked, we went snowshoeing again. Grant showed me how to tell the difference between snowshoe hare tracks and porcupines and foxes. We saw evidence of elk and moose. But no reindeer.
One day, when the snows had melted down for easier walking, we headed out toward the river. Grant suddenly stopped, setting down his pack and walking stick.
“Here looks like a good place.”
“For what?”
Grant began to take off his hat, scarf and mittens. Then his jacket.
“Are you hot?”
He said nothing.
When he started on his shirt, placing it over the pack, then shucked his boots and pants, I knew what was happening.
As Grant stood naked in the snow surrounded by frosted trees, it was so beautiful I wanted to draw him, paint him just like that. He looked like a sculpture that belonged in a museum. His muscles stood out, rippling under the skin as he moved. He looked at me, smiled, then held his arms out a little and turned.
I had a moment of disorientation; my eyes blurred. Grant became a swirl of flesh and fur and suddenly, standing before me was the most gorgeous reindeer I’d ever seen.
Velvet barked, dancing in circles. She wasn’t afraid.
“Grant, you’re so beautiful.”
He looked at me, his head cocked, his antlers large. I’d learned from him that male reindeer shed their antlers in the fall, but shifters did not. This time of year, if he found a herd, he would stand out.
Grant turned again, ears up, and trotted away from me. He kicked at some snow, then moved forward again. Without warning, he took off at a run into the trees. I heard hooves on icy snow, then nothing.
“That is amazing, isn’t it?” I asked Velvet.
She walked over to Grant’s pack and sat beside it, waiting. She was used to this. She knew he would come back, and it was her job to guard his stuff.
There was a rock by the tree. I used it as a bench and waited with Velvet.
“He’s so beautiful,” I said to Velvet.
She grunted and put her head on top of his pack.
The woods were silent, glinting like diamonds in the November sun. The days were so short now, officially about nine hours. But we got sun for only about half of that and the rest was like prolonged dusks and dawns.
The cold air creeped in under my scarf. Velvet was also getting colder as she huddled against the pack.
