For a split second, worry ripples through me, and I wonder if Treno will think my relationship with Pigeon is strange. Sutton’s voice, telling me that I have to be one with my gryphon, fills my head. I fret that even though Treno’s connection with his gryphon seems more like mine, what if I’m wrong and he doesn’t understand?
His answering laugh breaks through my anxiety.
“You’d be scandalized if I told you the things mine has been wanting to do since he first saw her,” he tells me, talking about his connection as if it’s just like mine. “We’ll have to give them plenty of time tosolidify their bondsjust as soon as...”
Treno trails off, and his lips claim mine. He swallows my chuckle at the gentle use ofsolidify their bondsinstead of saying what we’re both thinking, which isgryphon fuck their brains out. My tongue tangles with his, and it hits me that I’ve never really thought about Pigeon fucking other gryphons. I mean, she’s shown me enough imagery that really her desire to do just that shouldn’t be a shock, but I guess I’m learning slowly how to be anusinstead of just ame.
“What are you thinking about?” Treno asks me against my lips.
“That I can be selfish,” I answer bluntly, and he chuckles and pulls back.
“Who isn’t?” he asks, like it’s that simple.
I shrug and lean in to resume that thing he was just doing with his tongue.
He pulls back, denying me his lips, and I squeak out a noise of protest.
“Every time I start to play with you, you get distracted,” he tells me, his tone light but his words serious. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to develop a complex,” he razzes.
“Fuck, I’m sorry. I don’t know what my deal is; I’m not normally this scatterbrained,” I confess.
I run my fingers through his white wet locks and grind against him lightly.
“I’ll stop being annoying. My body is ready,” I announce with a cheeky smile.
Treno returns it, but he still hesitates.
“We don’t have to...if you’re not feeling it,” he offers, his blue and purple eyes studying mine.
Pigeon shoves her irritation at me, and I side-eye her.
“Alright, already,”I defend.“If you’d stop interrupting, I could focus!”I accuse.
“It’s not that,” I reassure him. “I do want you, and I am ready...so fucking ready…I promise.”
I open my mouth to explain that I just have a lot on my mind and that a lot has happened in the past couple of days, but I shut up instead. That shit sounds lame even to me. I have a hot as fuck, body of a god, dimple-chinned male between my thighs, and I don’t know what my fucking problem is.
Get your fucking head in the fuck game, Falon!
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Irelease a deep breath and run my thumb over his cheek. I don’t say another word. I lean in and capture his lips with mine. I focus on the feel of his mouth and tongue. I hone in on his hands as one buries itself at my nape and the other drops low on my back, pinning me tightly against him. I revel in the feel of his hard abs between my thighs—I could probably ride those alone into an epic orgasm.
Treno responds to my newfound focus with appreciative groans and encouraging thrusts of his hips against mine. He walks us up and out of the water, kissing me thoroughly as he takes us back to the picnic blanket. I go full koala, happy to let him do all the legwork. My inner cavewoman is a massive fan of thebig strong manskills he’s displaying, and I practically swoon when he lays me back on the blanket like the delicate flower he thinks I am.
I expect him to move slowly up my naked body, to kiss me sensually and memorize my body with his worship-filled hands. But I get a delicious lesson in how wrong I am in thinking Treno could ever be a predictable softy. He buries his face between my thighs like a ravenous beast, and I scream out my surprise and then moan my approval when he sucks on my clit and looks up at me like he’s the devil himself and I have no idea what I just got myself into.
I thread my fingers through his hair and watch him lick me up and down, sucking on my lips and clit, and fucking me with his tongue. It’s so fucking erotic, and even if I couldn’t feel him all over my pussy, I could probably come just from watching what he’s doing. He plays my body with his mouth like he was born for it, and I splinter into pure pleasure that has me grinding against his face in no time.
If I thought he’d go gentle now that I’ve just come all over his mouth, I’d once again be wrong, because Treno is acting like now that he has my attention, he’s never going to let it go. I mewl and writhe as he pins my hips and devours me. He grunts and groans as I fight him, and he easily puts me right back in my place. I’m stuck in this weird place where I’m too sensitive and also need more.
Please do the vibrating tongue thing. Please do the vibrating tongue thing.
Pigeon high fives my brilliance, and we both watch eagerly as Treno looks up, his tongue extended and pressed against my clit...and then he does the motherfucking vibrating tongue thing. I explode into nothing and everything all at once. I scream his name and feel my body break apart on a wave of ecstasy. Pigeon cheers inside of me, and it’s so loud I feel like my body is a stadium housing some kind of sporting event.
He vibrates me into another orgasm, and then he takes mercy on me. Moving up my body, he languidly kisses the ticklish spots around my hip bones and abdomen. He cups my breasts and then forces me to lose my mind again when he does the vibrating tongue thing to my nipples. I moan and whimper and scream my approval, and then I kiss the fuck out of him when his lips are within attacking distance.
I can taste my desire on his tongue, but I’m not even fussed about it. It’s not going to earn so much as a nose wrinkle from me, because anyone who can do what he just did deserves to be worshipped, and I am up for the task. I roll my hips against him, my pussy begging to take his cock for a ride. I wrap my hand around him and start working him slowly root to tip, while I break up our kiss and move my mouth to his ear.
