Her head rolls back sharp against my shoulder, biting down on her lip against the sensation. The muscles in my arm are just starting to burn from the repetitive motion, but she’s so clearly enjoying it I push through, ignoring it. My cock, pressed hard against her ass, throbs with so much need it borders on pain. I’m lost to everything else, the world narrowing down to just this, just her.
Her legs are quivering, her back arched, her gasps hitching higher and higher. She cries out as her muscles twitch and contract around my fingers. Her knees start to buckle, and I have to withdraw my fingers to support her.
“A-actually, maybe I can’t do that standing up,” she pants, releasing her grip on me, clutching at the wall as she slides down the tile to sit on the ledge. She makes a little noise and squeezes her eyes shut when I lick her wetness off one of my fingers, just to remember what she tastes like.
I grin at her, as she blinks up at me, looking a little dazed and flushed.
“That was”—her eyes fall just below my navel—“something else,” she finishes slowly, without taking her eyes off my dick.
The surprise on her face is a little gratifying when she stills and takes what I think is an appreciative look at my cock, still hard and ready. I glance up just in time to catch her cheeks redden, somehow, even more than before. She stares, attention utterly fixed on it.
There’s an intimacy in this moment I wouldn’t dare break, but I’m glad of the heated eyeing. There’s a little show off in me that is pleased she finds me attractive. I resist the urge to flex or preen, at least most of it.
Her dark brown eyes take a moment to meet mine.
12
Lacey
Oh my God. His penis is like, holy shit. Fuck.
It’s actually kind of sinking in now that the guy I’ve been flirting with is definitely not human. Like I don’t know what that meant to me before: the wings, the tail, fangs, and golden eyes. He acted and talked just like any person I’d met before, really, it all looked so human. But he’s really, really, not.
My legs still feel a little like jelly as I lean against the shower tile, perching on the ledge that I usually just use to shave. Now it’s the ledge that Ellis fingered me on, and I’m going to think about that every time I shower in here.
I didn’t quite finish before; my leg muscles just decided to stop working. News to me, I’ve never tried to stand up and have an orgasm before.
And now I’m sitting here, Little Miss Maybe Would Fuck a Monster But Doesn’t Know For Sure Until The Opportunity Arrives.
I glance back up at him, trying to conceal my apprehension, when I catch Ellis watching my expression closely. He tilts his head back with that slight fanged smile, clearly pleased that I’m wowed by his equipment. I guess that’s a valid interpretation.
I try not to stare, because, oh my God. I can’t be, like, rude about it. The last thing I want him to think is that I’m weirded out by his package.
But I am freaking out a little.
I’ve been staring at it maybe a beat too long to just be wowed, I guess, because he touches my face, startling me out of my reverie.
Looking up at Ellis again, he raises his brows at me, a hint of concern creeping into his expression. He brushes a thumb over my cheek and says, “It’s been a long day, if you want to go lie down. I can finish up in here.”
How is he going to say that to me with his dick hard and leaking pre-cum right at my eye level?
Not to mention, I want to pleasure him too. I mean, if I can figure out how. The hard-looking ridges are really throwing me off.
I swallow, and lean into his touch, laying a kiss on the palm of his hand. “I’m good.”
I let out a soft laugh, despite myself. I may be winding myself up. I mean, I still want to try to ride him. I want to see what that feels like, even though there’s a possibility our bodies aren’t actually compatible that way. What if there’s just too much going on there that it won’t work?
Maybe I need to come to terms that this is happening. There’s been something happening between us since he first kidnapped me, and I can’t keep moving into it and pretending I’m not.
I run a hand up his muscled thigh, tugging him closer to me. Alright, I’ve got this.
He holds very still as I trace down his shaft, wrapping a hand around it the best I can.
It’s so much thicker than I expected. It’s huge. It lives in that realm between that boyfriend in college you thought had a pretty solidly large dick, and those cartoonishly massive dildos that are a little too intimidating to try.
Not to mention, it just plain doesn’t look like a regular penis.
There’s a series of ridges down the sides, something scale-like, almost geometric, but they aren’t sharp against my fingers. Still, that’s a lot more texture than regular old “ribbed for your pleasure.” And, like, I’m not exactly sure how circumcision would work on his tackle, but the very top looks clearly uncircumcised, a bulbous, pinkish tip peeking out from darker blue foreskin.
