Glancing to the spot he’d left his backpack and lunch pail, I finished dressing, cleaned up my desk and then turned and leaned my backside against the heavy beast of a piece of office furniture. A tiny grin lifted the corners of my mouth as I thought of those noises he’d been making not so very long ago. A tiny snort of a laugh left me as my heart gave a little happy flutter.
Clearing my throat, I straightened my expression as his shadow came to pass by the window again. I waited for it, watching.
His heavy knock had me pinching my lips not to laugh. “I, uh,” the man sounded a little sheepish, “think I mighta forgotten something… I don’t suppose you’ll let me pop in to collect it and save my dignity?”
“Nope.” I made the word pop. “It’s going to cost you for that, marsh-mellow.”
His sigh was long and blustering. It ended minutes before the doorknob jiggled. I thought I heard him mutter, “It’s better than green bean,” before he called loudly, “I’ll bargain with you, but if it involves a Gnome or this nursery, I’d rather walk home.”
A chuckle left me and I grinned.
“Can I come in?” he asked tentatively, as if that was ever in question.
“You may enter, I suppose...” I called, my hand covering my mouth as a smirk flit across my amused features. My eyes danced as I stood, walking just behind the door, watching his head pop through and glance around, presumably for me.
“Aster? My flower?” he called, stepping in, squinting into the dark. He could make out shapes, I corrected as he squinted at the coat rack. Sliding in behind him, I closed the door and made my move.
A yelp left my Marsh male as I grabbed him and shoved him into the door. “Hold that thought for me,” I whispered, jerking his pants until his cock was free and I had easy access. He was hard in seconds as I blew across the fat, mushroomed head of his shaft.
“What are you doing?” he breathed, though the look on his face begged me not to stop.
My hand cupped his balls, but I paused. “Would you like me to stop, Greniv?”
“Wild heather no!” he burst out, one hand gripping the molding of the doorframe while the other clenched the doorknob.
“Then I’m collecting what’s my due, in exchange for your things, after that stunt you pulled,” I informed him.
“I should forget things m-m-more oft-EN! Ungh!” he stammered, right as I took the head of his shaft into my mouth and gently suckled the tip. It wasn’t enough, not for me. Garbled noises left him then as I took him down the back of my throat. Mine, I thought fiercely, as fiercely as his possessive feelings for his mate had roared through me earlier while we were rooted.
It was quiet for a long while after that, but for the noises he was making. I would have snorted at them, had I not had a mouth full of my mate and a goal in mind—send him home walking funny, drain him dry.
Gnomes
Weevel paused to glance at Glittaria as their bosslady’s male began caterwauling like their Aster was eating him, not pleasuring him.
Weevil grunted, stroking a hand over his thick, black beard braids. “He sounds pained.”
“Deserves it, playing with her heart the way he done,” Pricklypants added with a sniff, sending the glitter in their beard dusting their shirt.
“If she bites it off, I’ll help her bury the body,” Glittaria muttered, shaking her head.
Weevil looked to her then, admiring the way her beard gleamed in the waning light. She was looking more and more fetching as the days passed. Fierce, she was. He’d been working up the courage to approach her about a Calling. “Bite me,” he said suddenly, flashing his teeth at her, crooked front tooth and all.
Glittaria paused, cocking her head as she studied him with sudden interest. “Oh? Think you can handle me, then?” The piercing in her ear, said she was open and looking to Call.
“I’ll give it my best go,” Weevel said honestly, bluntly.
“And if one just isn’t enough?” The sheGnome didn’t mince words. Her long lashes fluttered.
“I’ll bite you, then, and you’ll have us both,” Pricklypants raised a single silvery brow.
Glittaria’s cheeks flushed lavender and she fiddled with the bit of green plastic ribbon in her hand. “I’m off in twenty. My burrow is five from here. Why wait to make a throuple?”
Pricklypants and Weevil glanced at one another and grinned. “Done,” they said as one.
A shout rang out then, but they knew it wasn’t for them. “He lives!” Daru called out. They joined in, in an effort to embarrass the one their sweet Aster had claimed.
They all turned away when the male eventually emerged, her Greniv’s face flushed, hiding their snickers. He was walking funny now, his slightly bowed legs looking a little wobbly stemmed. He looked ridden hard and put up wet, to Weevil’s way of thinking. The male couldn’t stop the tiny smile creeping up his face. Anyone who’d heard his inhuman shrieks knew Aster had put that funny way of walking there.
