Cy’s purr cut off on a garbled, choked noise. “Want- Want kiss Cy?”
My face may just melt off on this one. “Is- Is that okay? I mean, are you okay with that?”
Cy made a spluttering sound that sounded like he was mouth farting. “That ‘kay? That ‘kay? My Pru say, that ‘kay.” Sitting up to peer down over me, Cy gave me an incredulous look, rolling right over me, to flop down beside me. Sprawling out, his not so little friend stood up proudly like a flag pole.
Cy’s body hair issue didn’t seem to reach his groin, his foreskin as pale as the skin beneath all that fur. “This how ‘kay Cy is, my Pru wants to kiss Cy there.” Pointing at his junk, he glanced my way.
Studying him, I smiled teasingly, “Where is it, exactly, you want me to kiss you?”
Cy gave me a look. “No funnings.”
My lips twitched as I forced a smile back. “Who says I’m funning?” My eyes widened innocently and my gaze slid around the room.
Taking my hand, Cy slapped it to his impatient friend. One touch, my fingers barely brushing him, and he groaned as if I’d just wrapped my fingers around him and gave it a pump.
Eyeing him, I did just that, unsure if I was doing this right because this was honestly my first time attempting a handy.
The noises Cy was making made me feel pretty confident I was doing something right. The way he began to tremble, growl, and groan as I worked him, even more so.
Emboldened by his responses, I leaned over him and took the tip of him into my mouth. The taste of our combined pleasure hit my tongue.
Cy let out a shocked shout as I took more of him, my hand working what my mouth wasn’t, and that was all the warning I got.
Salty, tangy thickness flooded my mouth. Pulling back a little until just the head remained, I tried to catch all of it. I heard the bedding tear and hoped it was because Cy was having the time of his life.
But then it all ended far too soon with a snarl and a hand at my shoulder jerking me free.
“Hey, what gives?!” I protested as I licked my lips.
“MINE!” Cy had me on my back, grabbing my legs as he moved to the side of the bed, shoving them up so my feet were near his ears, to enter me in one smooth, harsh thrust. I was already hot and bothered from teasing Cy to completion. He growled as he drove into the wetness that greeted him, still coming in thick, ropey streams. “Mine,” he muttered, chanting it over and over as he took me hard and fast, just the way I liked it.
I came with a soft cry this time but my orgasm was no less intense. I was starting to lose my voice from all this insanity and it was showing.
“Kiss me later,” I mumbled as he did that ram and rotate combination of before, so we could spoon and cuddle on our sides on the bed.
Cy’s breaths were heavy, puffing out along the top of my head as we both struggled to catch our breaths. “In bit,” he agreed.
A shiver that had nothing to do with sexy times took me. Cy lifted up and grabbed the quilt that had started to slide down the end of my bed and dragged it over us.
“You’re so warm,” I mumbled on a yawn. “And snuggly,” I added without thought.
“Pru mine,” he purred, wrapping an arm around me to take my hand and hold it.
“I don’t want to move,” I tiredly grumbled. “Let’s just stay like this, just like this… forever.” My words grew slurred as my eyelids grew heavy. I wasn’t even a hundred percent sure I’d finished that sentence.
The happy purr-rumble Cy let loose made me think I had. Either way, he appeared to agree wholeheartedly.
Chapter 4
Icouldn’t rightly say what I’d expected of the morning after an impromptu adult sleepover with my teenhood frenemy. Waking up snuggled up in warmth was pretty nice. Rolling over to find the male who’d woken me up in the middle of the night to do awful, wonderful things to me, missing, not so nice.
Shouldn’t I be sore? He was eager, I was very new at this, and Cy was not a small man in the snake trouser department.
I should be a lot more sore, I think.
I’d had a work friend in my early twenties, a fellow factory worker. She used to tell me way too much about far too many personal things about herself. I could clearly recall a conversation where she complained her then boyfriend was a beast in the bedroom and often made her sore…
Maybe he was doing it wrong.
