The sensations blurred into each other as I tried to hold on to the last scraps of my sanity. He wrapped his soft, fur-covered hand around my hard length, purring with pleasure when I whimpered and spread my thighs.
“Hmm, Puppy.” I almost came from his first firm stroke.
So embarrassing.
But also, how was I supposed to hold on when he ran his palm over the head of my cock like he wanted to coax the cum out of me.
“Lewis!” With a throaty moan I buried my face in his chest. Maybe a little less oxygen would help me hold out for more than thirty seconds.
His tail curled around my thigh and he pulled me even closer.
“Gods, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
“You have?” My voice was muffled between his meaty pecs.
Lew chuckled. “Don’t pretend I was subtle about it.”
“Okay, no, you weren’t. I—ngh!” He fondled my balls in his free hand and my body seized up.
God, he plays dirty, was all I could think before I came with a high-pitched whine. My cum painted more stripes on his fur as he stroked me through the orgasm. Lew let go of my nuts and he wiggled his arm between the mattress and me.
How the hell did he manage to make me blow so fast? It usually took me a lot longer to get out of my racing thoughts.
With a long exhale, all the tension left me and my muscles relaxed into his hold.
He held me for a while and rubbed circles into my sweaty back, before fetching a washcloth from the bathroom that he used to clean me up.
Then he lay back down. I flopped around, rested my head on my crossed arms, and gave him a lazy smile.
“Are you ready to go to Kirkmuir with me?” Lewis asked me when I lay on the bed, breath- and boneless. He ran his nose over my spine. I groaned when my cock hardened against the mattress. I couldn’t come again so soon but my body didn’t give a fuck.
“I’m ready to go anywhere with you,” I mumbled into the pillow.
Lew inhaled sharply. Goosebumps raced over my skin when he kissed my lower back.
“Maybe we can indulge that idea when we’re away.”
“Yes!” I blurted out. I was okay with waiting a bit longer but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want him.
For a brief moment I worried about what Ollie would say, and that we’d been fake boyfriends for my socials, and what sleeping with each other would do to my already paper-thin resolve to get on the flight to Bali in February.
Then Lew chuckled and rasped his tongue over the sensitive spot at the base of my spine, and I let that be future-Noah’s problem.
***
On Monday I called the plumber, who was a friend of Fitz’s contractor, and a buff grumpy guy came over just after lunch to look at the heating. I couldn’t really afford it, but my parentshadn’t replied to my email yet, and I didn’t want to ask Ollie for help, either.
I’ll manage.
Hamish Grant said very little and mainly spoke in grunts while I hovered in the background.
I posted a suggestive preview of the OnlyFangs post with the pictures from Windmouth Castle on my social media, and when I refreshed the page I saw that I had two new subscribers.
My shoulders dropped.Thank fuck.Lew’s presence on my social media had helped so much. I couldn’t wait to thank him properly for his contribution when we were in Kirkmuir.
“It’s an easy fix,” the plumber told me when he crawled out of the cupboard after a little over an hour and washed his hands in the sink. “I changed a relay and it’s working again.” He had me sign his report sheet, waved my thanks away, and left.
I let my eyes travel over the living room for a moment and pushed the thoughts of the villa I had rented in Bali aside.
