Santa's Elf

by Qwillia Rain

  He watched as Elf eased the button open and slipped the zipper down its track on his trousers. Her chestnut hair, bound in a sedate twist drew his fingers. The cool caress of her fingertips releasing his cock from the red boxer briefs drew a groan from his lips.

  Deep jade eyes looked up at him as her fingers explored the swollen length of his penis. The pulsing shaft, the rounded tip, even the heat of his balls weren’t spared her touch. When her lips parted and the tip of her pink tongue peeked out, it took everything he had to stand still. She laved the underside of his cock, stroking up to the tip before dipping into the tiny hole.

  His fingers flexed in her hair, pulling some of the pins free. Dayton didn’t realize he’d crushed her fellatio request card in his fist until it fell free when he reached down to pull the rest of her hairpins out. The crumpled cream vellum remained on the carpet, soon joined by the black fasteners keeping Elf’s mahogany tresses coiled against her head. As the last pin hit the card, Elf’s lips settled over his cock, and suckled his length into her mouth.

  A curse exploded from his lips. “Christ, woman!”

  The twin sensations of heat and cold engulfed his flesh, as her head rose and fell. The instant his wet shaft hit the air, breath hissed through Dayton’s teeth. Prickles of sensation skated down his dick, through his balls, and up his spine. Only to be extinguished and rekindled as Elf swallowed his length, and stroked the flesh with her tongue. Again and again the sensations were repeated, as Elf worked over his cock, until his knees threatened to buckle.

  With every stroke, every lick, every swallow, Elf’s eyes watched him. Recording his expressions, the gritting of his teeth, the tensing of his body as climax approached. Looking down at her, Dayton met her gaze, his fingers flexing in her tangled hair. “Take it. Swallow it all, Elf,” he commanded as his seed erupted, filling her mouth.

  Her fingers clenched on his hips, her eyes held his as she swallowed his release. Suckling the length of his still firm cock as he eased from her mouth, her eyes held his. Once free, he pulled her to her feet. His lips settled over hers, tasting a combination of flavors. The salty taste of his semen, her own unique sweetness, and the bite of peppermint, all registered as he swept his tongue over her lips before dipping inside.

  “You didn’t do as you were told, Elf.” He warned her, smiling when excitement filled her eyes at the suggestion of repercussions for misbehaving.

  She shouldn’t feel the zing of arousal arrow through her wet flesh at the thought of a spanking, Elf’s rational mind told her. The primitive part of her brain turned the voice off. The taste of his climax lingered along with the hint of peppermint candy from the dish in the living room.

  Following Dayton’s lead, she slid the buttons free, slipped the black belt from around her waist, and then stepped out of the green velvet. While unbuttoning her dress, she watched Dayton gracefully move back toward the chair positioned near the bed. How can he maneuver so gracefully with his pants around his thighs? she wondered. Having just given him a damn fine blowjob, Elf was amazed at his ability to walk, let alone do it backward and still sense where the chair was when he sat down. She watched him watching her as he tugged his boots free, dropping them beside his seat. The jacket and pants of his Santa suit were tossed toward the closet, leaving him clad in red T-shirt and boxers.

  His eyes flared in approval when he spotted the bare flesh beneath her panties. Stripping off the last of his clothes, a wicked grin lifted his lips as he relaxed into the cushions, settling in to observe the little wriggle of her hips as her dress fell to the floor, before she shed her pretty undies.

  His attentions stirred her libido. Against the scalloped edges of her bra cups, she could feel her nipples peak and her breasts swell. Slipping off her shoes, Elf reached for the elastic band on one of her stockings.

  “Leave them on,” Dayton commanded, his voice quiet, eyes fixed on hers. “Get rid of the rest.”

  Keeping her gazed locked with his, Elf stroked her fingertips up her thighs before stopping at the elastic band of her thong. The same scalloped lace trimmed the waistband. Her manicured nails scraped the embellishment, teased beneath the elastic, before sliding up to snap open the front closure of her bra.

  “That’s two, Elf.” He warned.

  She didn’t pretend to not understand. Her teasing had enlivened Dayton’s semi-aroused cock. It now stood fully erect, swaying against his taut, eight-pack abs. Her already soaked panties received another dousing at the thought of his possession. Hands shaking, she pushed her thong down and shimmied out of it.

  “On the bed.” Dayton rose from his seat.

  She followed his approach, her mind whirling with the various acts he might indulge in. Wanting them all, but fearing his punishment for her teasing. Worried one of the consequences for her disobedience could be denying her climax, Elf climbed onto the thick silk comforter. She remained still, upper body braced on bent elbows, legs held tightly together and dangling over the edge of the mattress.

  He’d waited for this all afternoon. From the instant he’d seen her walk into his office, Dayton’s mind had imagined how he would explore the naked flesh of her pussy. Knowing the sensitive skin would be tender to the slightest touch, he’d decided to examine her with his fingers. As he approached, though, he noticed the gleam in Elf’s gaze, the anticipation flushing her cheeks, swelling her breasts, and increasing her respiration.

  Perhaps he would conduct a little experiment before making any final decisions about what could and could not be done this evening.

  “I’m glad you granted my request.” He smiled. Stepping closer he smoothed his hands from her ankles to her knees. Settling her heels at the edge of the mattress, Dayton eased her thighs open to stand between them. Leaning forward, his calloused fingertips stroked the pale flesh from her hips to the lace-topped stockings, his eyes watching her every response. “Did you enjoy my gift?”

  He grinned at the sight of her nod. Her throat flexed as she swallowed heavily. Her thighs trembled beneath his gentle strokes. Watching her lips part as he shifted closer, Dayton focused on her reactions to the heat of his body, the weight of his erection against her denuded curves. She looked so beautiful beneath him, responding to his attentions, immersing herself in the sensations his touch evoked.

  The scent of her arousal stirred his interest. “How does it feel?” He stroked her naked skin with his cock.

  “W-what?” Reclining into the bedding, back arching involuntarily, Elf’s body’s response to his nearness had his lips lifting.

  His grin widened as he settled his weight onto his forearms while leaning over her. “How does it feel?” he asked again, rocking his hips, sliding his tumescence over her plump curves, enjoying the smooth silky feel.

  “Hot,” she responded, distracted.

  Dayton chuckled, moving closer. “I wasn’t talking about me,” he teased. Caressing her breasts with his chest, he savored the feel of her pebbled peaks. The sound of her breathing increased. Beneath his hard-on, her hips pulsed upward, as if seeking the relief his body could provide.

  “Neither was I,” Elf assured him as her hands lifted to grip his taut flanks. Pulling him closer, her thighs spreading farther to accommodate his hips, she continued, “After the sting wore off, I started noticing how sensitive I was to…to everything.”

  “Do you like it?” Dayton stroked his fingertips over her brow, drawing her gaze to his. Her arousal expanded the pupils of her eyes, until they swamped the emerald rings surrounding them. Only a thin circle of green was visible.

  Beneath his touch, she nodded, her body pressing upward, reaching for his. “Yes,” she gasped, her newly manicured nails digging into the tensed flesh of his ass.

  Shifting higher, Dayton rasped his coarse pubic hair against her soft skin. “How about this?” he asked.

  Her every muscle quivered beneath his frame. Her eyelids squeezed shut. Pearly white teeth ground together tight enough to be heard. He didn’t need a verbal response. Pressed t
ight against her vulva, the sensitive skin covering his scrotum was coated with the fluid of her arousal. Her heat had his cock bobbing in response, and Dayton gritting his own teeth to hold back his orgasm.

  Her hips lifted as her orgasm snaked its way through her. Little half-moon indentations decorated his ass as he held her still, fighting his own climax. Shifting his left hand from the death grip he had on the comforter, he reached between their bodies and parted the dewy folds. Sliding upward, he settled his sac between the fluttering tissues of her labia, intensifying the burn on his already tormented nuts while stimulating the nerve-rich tissues of her pussy.

  Incoherent sounds fell from her lips. Heated fluid again spilled over his balls. The scents of peppermint, her skin, and sex swirled around him, pushing his own climax closer. Her legs wrapped tight around his waist as she peaked a second time before going still beneath him.

  Dayton was positive he could have held off long enough to push her into orgasm a third time if she’d refrained from wrapping her legs around him. Stars exploded behind his closed lids as her legs tightened around his waist. The motions of her body, the scent and feel of her pinnacle, all conspired to force him over the edge into climax. Muffling his cry against her throat, Dayton felt his body explode.

  He held his body over hers, emptying his balls onto her beautiful, round breasts and over her pale belly. As he forced his breathing to slow, a fleeting image of her ivory skin rounded and firm with life drifted through his mind. The hammering of his heart increased, along with his breathing, before he could force the visual away.

  Permanent connections weren’t a part of their agreement.

  Needing to distance himself, he pushed away, ready with an excuse should she protest.

  It wasn’t necessary.

  The soft thump of her slack hands and legs hitting the mattress, as well as a less than ladylike snore rattling past her lips, had Dayton fighting laughter.

  Well, this is a first, he thought. None of his other lovers had fallen asleep after sex. Then again, this is Elf, he reminded himself, as he examined her collapsed form. Nothing should surprise me about her.

  The coating of semen and sprawled limbs would have her waking sticky and sore. Knowing his own preferences, as well as those of his fastidious admin, Dayton moved to fix the situation. A quick trip to the bathroom, the swipe of a damp cloth over her breasts, belly, and between her thighs took care of the sticky.

  Before he could balk, he stripped off the stockings, pulled back the covers, and settled her beneath them. Her chestnut curls glowed against the silver and gray striped silk sheets. With the green comforter pulled up to her chin, Dayton watched her snuggle into the bedding and find a comfortable position.

  He didn’t argue with the part of him refusing to wake her. Instead, he avoided the dilemma by returning to the bathroom for a hasty shower. Beneath the pounding spray, Dayton focused his thoughts on the agenda for the following day, making sure to push away any whispers that might surface about what Elf’s presence in his bed could represent.

  After stepping from the shower, Dayton wiped away the beads of water coating his skin with a few cursory swipes of a towel. The same treatment was given to his wet hair before he padded naked into the bedroom. In the darkness of the room, Elf was a lump beneath the covers. While he’d been in the bathroom, she’d burrowed even farther beneath the bedding so the tangled mass of her curls and the crown of her head were the only visible part of her.

  Trying not to wake her, Dayton slid between the sheets. The cool silk stroked over his naked body, reminding him of the feel of her skin beneath him. Rolling onto his side, he pushed the covers away from her face. Though no longer flushed with arousal, Elf’s delicate features seemed to glow in the dim light filtering from the skylight above them.

  Forcing his thoughts from the renegade path they tried to tread, he turned his focus upward. Dayton gazed at the blanket of stars visible through the tempered glass. Usually lost in the light pollution and hazy air generated in other California towns, San Diablo could actually boast beautiful clear skies nearly year round. The air currents and coastal breezes from the Pacific eliminated any buildup of pollution in the city.

  A sound beside him drew his attention back to Elf as her eyes fluttered open.

  Silky covers cocooned her. The distinctive scent she associated with Dayton ‑‑ a crisp mixture of wood and musk ‑‑ teased her nose. Blinking sleepily, she forced her eyelids up. Elf realized she must have dozed off when she opened her eyes to find Dayton watching her.

  “Ohhhh, don’t tell me,” she groaned, squeezing her eyes shut.

  “Tell you what?” Dayton chuckled.

  She watched his hand approach. The calloused fingertips, traced over her brow, gently pushing strands of hair from her face. Fighting the urge to curl into his arms, Elf rolled into a sitting position. “I’m sorry,” she apologized, flipping the covers aside.

  “Sorry?”

  Rounding the bed, she could see Dayton sit up, watching her. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Elf stepped into her discarded dress. Though the scent of his body clung to her skin, in her mind Elf thanked him for bathing away the residue of his lovemaking. She could hear the bedding shift as she slid her arms into the sleeves and tugged the top of the costume over her shoulders.

  “Why apologize?”

  Elf shrugged. How did she explain to this man she might be in love with the difference between sleeping in his bed and participating in a no-strings liaison? “I need to get home,” she hedged, keeping her gaze focused on her trembling fingertips as she fed buttons through buttonholes. The rasp of fabric over flesh assured her Dayton was pulling on clothing.

  “If you’re too tired…”

  “I’m fine.”

  Firm hands turned her to face Dayton. His chest was bare, jeans hung on lean hips, zipped, but not buttoned.

  “If you’re too tired,” he said as he focused his gaze on her, “I have no objection to your staying.”

  “Not yet.”

  His brow furrowed, “Explain?”

  Tugging from his hold, Elf threaded the belt through the brass buckle as she crossed the room to her shoes. “Accepting gifts is one thing.” She intentionally kept her eyes from him. “I’m not ready to stay the night.”

  “Are you going to hurry home every night during Christmas?”

  His sharp tone had Elf watching him cautiously before answering. “No.”

  Dayton turned away from her to snag a shirt from the closet. Elf wondered at the strength of the flannel considering how angrily he was stuffing his arms through the sleeves.

  “How is staying tonight different than staying next week?”

  “There’s no reason for me to stay.”

  “There’s every reason,” he snapped, shoving his bare feet into battered sneakers.

  She wouldn’t be swayed. “Name one.”

  “You’re tired.”

  “No more than any other night this week.”

  His face went still. The blue eyes watching her felt like lasers cutting through flesh. “You’re telling me you were practically asleep on your feet every time you’ve left here?”

  “Yes.” Elf moved out of the bedroom and into the living room to collect her coat. Somewhere in the apartment the deep, sonorous chimes of a grandfather clock announced the witching hour.

  “Damn it, Elf,” he barked, helping her into her coat before grabbing his own. “You should have told me.”

  “I’m a big girl, Dayton.” Elf watched him gather up his keys as she settled her purse onto her shoulder. “I was fine…”

  “Stop.” His hand came up and he shook his head.

  The way he stabbed his key into the elevator call switch and twisted had Elf flinching, worried the bit of brass would snap.

  “Let’s just get you home if you’re so damned determined not to stay here.” His touch was firm, uncompromising, as he tugged her into the elevator, and punched the button for the garage.

 
* * * * *

  It didn’t make any sense, Dayton decided as he followed Elf through the empty streets toward her home. His anger wasn’t directed at her though, but at himself. How the hell had he missed the smoky shadows of exhaustion beneath her jade eyes? Was he so damned blind in his lust he didn’t notice how tired she was when he escorted her to her car every night?

  Even after she’d pulled safely into her marked parking space, and he’d climbed the stairs behind her to her door, the feeling smoldered in his chest, burning at his lungs, twisting his belly into knots. He didn’t trust himself not to snap at her again.

  After opening the door, he motioned for her to stay near it. He inspected each of the rooms, flipping the lights on, checking the windows were secured, and confirming no potential danger lurked behind a door or in a closed closet.

  He ignored the smile and shake of her head when he returned to the living room to find Elf hanging up her coat.

  “All safe?” she teased.

  “For the moment.” He waited until she’d closed the closet door before crowding her against it. Cupping her face in his hands, he growled against her lips, “Get some sleep, baby, because sure as Santa has eight little reindeer, you’re not gonna be gettin’ any after Christmas.”

  Not waiting for her reply, he ground his lips against hers in a brusque invasion. Rocking his hips against her belly, he used every weapon available to wind her up. Sliding his hands from her face to her ass, he lifted her tight against him, easing beneath her skirt, and stroking the damp crease between her thighs.

  Feeling the flutter of her pussy, he thrust two fingers into her vagina. Pressing deep, stroking fast, then slow, he pushed her high and hard toward climax before stopping.

  Beneath his lips she cried out. Her fingers clutched at his back, her hips and breasts heaved beneath him. Pulling away, he watched the green disappear into her expanding pupils. She was there, hovering on the cusp, straining toward fulfillment. Holding her gaze he waited.