15. Wink

15

Wink

W hen I’d first been rejected by Santa, fired, kicked out of the North Pole and sent to live out my existence as an ornament, I really hadn’t expected any of this. How could I? This was beyond even my wildest dreams!

I’d been raised at the North Pole, taught that to work for Santa was the ultimate goal, but this… was so much better. I hadn’t really been happy there, I could admit that now, but as angry as I’d been at the big guy, he’d also been right. I hadn’t belonged there at all. This was where I was meant to be.

It was Sunday night, and all was quiet at The Pie Bar and Distillery. It was the only day of the week that the bar was closed, and Derek and I had decided it was the perfect time to get caught up on some of the cookie orders.

“Cookies After Dark” had taken off far better than anyone could’ve expected, with barely any elf magic required. It wasn’t just for bachelor parties either. People had started traveling from neighboring towns to pick up orders, and Mr. Jorgensen had even opened up an online shop. Business was booming!

“Here, this batch is ready for you,” Derek said, sliding a tray over for me. He was manning the oven.

I picked up the piping bag but got distracted when I caught sight of him stirring the batter for the next batch. He’d rolled his sleeves up, his forearms flexing.

“You know, that hairnet looks really sexy on you,” I purred, turning to take in the full sight of him. He flashed me a skeptical look, eyebrow raised. “Mm, and the way the apron strings crisscross over your ass…”

He laughed and grabbed a pinch of flour, throwing it my way, but of course it floated harmlessly to the floor. I sucked in my lower lip, prowling toward him, icing bag still in hand. “You know, I think I might need another peek at my model before I finish icing these.”

“Oh dear, have you forgotten what I look like?” he asked coyly, setting down the bowl and spoon, and when he turned around, my eyes zeroed in on the bulge in his apron.

“Yep. It’s been so long…” I sighed, as if so hard done by, when in fact, it had only been a couple hours since I last had him. I just couldn’t get enough of him.

He pulled on the apron string, untying the bow with one yank. “If I must,” he said, far too easy-breezy, when I could see the tension clearly building in him, the heat kindling in his gaze. Oh yeah, he was hot for me.

“You must,” I insisted.

He removed his apron, then his shirt, in the slowest, hottest strip tease ever. He took the time to fold his shirt and set it on the counter. “Do you want me to pose for you?” He struck a dramatic pose draped back, hand to his forehead, then flexed his muscles for me .

“You shouldn’t tease the artist. Don’t you know how moody he can get?” I gestured with my chin. “Pants too.”

“So demanding.” But he obliged, undoing his belt then lowering the zipper, one tooth at a time. I could feel my precum soaking into my boxers.

When Derek finally stood in front of me, pants around his ankles in all his nude glory, erection thick and weeping, I finally allowed myself to close the distance. He shuffled one step back. “What about you? You’re still dressed.”

“Your observation skills are on point,” I teased, but my voice had gone a full octave deeper. “But this isn’t about me.” I raised my icing bag to his nipple and squeezed. A line of white icing traced the peaked nub, before I leaned in and flicked it with my tongue, eliciting a gasp from him. The minty sweetness burst on my tongue, my mate’s nuanced flavor accentuating it perfectly. I lapped and sucked until every bit of the icing had dissolved, and he whimpered when I pulled back and blew across his wet flesh. Then I moved across and did the same to the other one.

Derek had to brace himself on the counter when his knees began to wobble. “Wink, what are you doing to me?” he panted.

“Oh, baby, I’m just getting started.” Next, I traced a line of icing down from his chest to his belly button, following it with my tongue, until I was on my knees before him, admiring the reaction I’d gotten from him. The tip of his cock was glistening with a perfect bead of precum. Instead of lavishing my attention on it, I delayed our gratification for another minute, using the piping bag to trace each vein.

My hands shook, not to mention every time he bobbed in need, making this my messiest work ever, but I was prouder of this artwork than I’d been of any other before .

At last, I decided my masterpiece was done. I gazed up at him to find him panting and desperate, his fingers gripping the edge of the counter in a white-knuckled grip. “Please,” he gritted out. “You’re killing me.”

I reached down and undid my own pants, my erection forcing its way out. “You are not alone.”

With one hand clamped firmly around the base of my cock, I finally licked that perfect bead from the tip of his dick, then enveloped him fully into my mouth. This was my new favorite flavor, and I groaned around him, the vibration making his balls clench tight. Slick had dripped down the insides of his thighs, and when I slid my free hand between his cheeks, I found his entrance was quivering, begging for my fingers.

When I thought back to my time in the bakery in the North Pole, it was certainly nothing like this. Sure, everyone had been singing and joyous, but this… this was a whole different flavor experience. If I’d known this was my future, I would’ve left a long time ago.

Derek carded his fingers through my hair to hold me in place and rocked back and forth, into my mouth then onto my fingers, his whines and whimpers increasing in pitch and volume. I stroked my hand along my length in time as he hit the back of my throat with every thrust.

I curled my fingers inside him, hitting that sweet spot, and I felt his ass clamp down on me, his hips stuttering, breath catching. “Oh gods, Wink, I love you!” he cried, his grip tight in my hair making my scalp sting, before he plunged as deep as he could get and exploded into my mouth.

Derek loved me! I could feel his pulse on my tongue, and my heart raced to match it. I wanted to say the words back to him, tell him that he was everything to me—more than glitter or candy canes, twinkly lights and reindeer, more than snowflakes melting on my lashes—but as it was, all I could do was moan around his cock, my cum pulsing out of me in messy arcs, painting my hand.

Once I’d swallowed every drop, I rose from my knees and kissed him with everything I had. He licked through my mouth, chasing his own flavor on my tongue. Finally, I had to pull back so we could catch our breath. “I love you so much, Derek,” I said, desperate to get all my feelings out. “You have no idea how much. You were the best Christmas gift I ever could’ve asked for.”

We stood there, him naked and me trying to keep my cum-covered hand away from everything, until reality came crashing down when his phone rang in the pocket of his pants, folded on the counter behind him.

He turned to look back at it but didn’t answer it. Then he looked down at the mess we’d made. “Well, that was terribly unsanitary. It’s like I never took that food safety class,” he said with a laugh. “Now we’ll have to clean every surface and disinfect.”

“Worth it.” He didn’t disagree.