Monster mash, p.26
Monster Mash, page 26
He hummed in answer, the sound moving through my fingers as a pleasant vibration. It made goosepimples break out across my arms and chest.
My hand dipped to the thicker fur at his neck, but only briefly because I felt him tense. That wasn’t a place most werewolves liked to be touched. It left them feeling vulnerable. The neck was only offered to mates and their superiors and I hadn’t earned that right with him yet. My heart sank slightly as I realized I never might.
Gaston’s fur thinned out at his collar bone, but I didn’t get to feel much lower than that since he still had his shirt on. “I hope you don’t plan on fucking me with all your clothes on, Gaston.”
“You still want me to do that?” There was pure mirth in his tone, the kind that said he was grinning like an idiot.
I gave his shoulder a shove. “Naked. Now.”
“So demanding.”
“It’s the star treatment. All your compliments are going straight to my head.” I grinned and leaned back against the headboard, folding my hands behind my head.
“All right, Mr. Superstar.” He chuckled and his weight shifted off the bed.
I held my breath, listening to the rustle of his cotton shirt coming off, the jingle of a belt buckle, the whisper of a zipper and jeans swishing as he kicked them off. I couldn’t see him, but the sound told me exactly where he was. I sat forward, scooting to the edge of the bed in his direction and extending my hands until I felt soft fur under my fingers. Closing my eyes, I moved my hands over an unfamiliar torso. Gaston was all hard, toned muscle, but not like a fitness model in the magazines. He was real, soft in some places and firm in others, his body incredibly warm. The fur over his stomach and chest was thin enough that I could easily find the skin beneath. I searched it, painting an updated picture of the werewolf I had once known in my mind’s eye. I’d seen him naked enough times that I had some idea of what he looked like, but… Well, eight years was such a long time not to know someone.
“Describe yourself to me,” I said quietly.
“I’m hot as fuck,” he said, his grin evident in his tone.
I reached for a nipple and twisted it, making him yelp and pull away. “Egotistical bastard.”
Gaston snickered. “Hey now. Careful. Some people pay for that kind of treatment.”
“And what about you? That the kind of thing you’re into?”
He lifted my left hand and held it as he sat on the bed next to me. “You’re the kind of thing I’m into.”
“Stop it,” I said, squeezing his hand. “You’re so pathetic.”
“But it’s working, right? You’ve totally got a pity hard-on for me, right?”
I rolled my eyes. “For fuck’s sake. If you get any cornier, you’re going to pop. You know, like popcorn?”
“Maybe you better find something else for my mouth to do, then.”
For some reason, that was what finally sent nerves fluttering through me. Not that I was afraid of all his sharp teeth being that close to my cock. Okay, so maybe I was. This whole thing was a little scary and new, and I was desperate not to make a mistake and look like a fool in front of the one person I actually cared about. Someone who definitely had more experience than me with sex. Not only did I have to live up to other men apparently, but I also had to compete with women? It wasn’t fair.
“Hey, you doing okay?” Gaston asked, wrapping an arm around my ribs.
“Yeah, it’s just…” I swallowed and managed a shy smile. “I’m a little nervous.”
“Then let’s get you more comfortable.” He patted my ass. “Might be better once you get these off. Then we can get under the blankets and see where it goes from there. Sound all right?”
I licked my lips and nodded. It was hard to say no to Gaston, especially when he was being so patient with me. This was already so different from how things had gone with Kelvin. My memory of that night was fuzzy, but I knew we’d just fumbled around in the dark. I remembered it hurt, and it was awkward, and it lasted all of five minutes tops before he passed out. I couldn’t even remember if I’d finished. I must’ve, right? Anyway, it didn’t matter now. Gaston was definitely not Kelvin.
I stood, stripping off my jeans, taking the time to fold them neatly and feeling around for the dresser to lay them there. Then I crawled under the covers. Gaston’s warm hand curled around my naked hip, and he pulled me against him, kissing me gently. I gasped and blushed at the feel of his hard cock against me, feeling my face and neck heat.
“This okay?” Gaston murmured, claws scraping gently against my ribs.
“Mmm.” I hummed in agreement and mirrored his movements, feathering gentle touches along his side. Being under the blankets made me feel a little less exposed, making it easier.
Gaston kissed me again, still being so careful. Almost frustratingly so. At first, I had needed that to set my nerves at ease, but now…
I opened my mouth, letting his tongue slide in, and almost gasped. His tongue was so big, so long, it filled my mouth almost entirely. The taste and feel of his hot body invading mine was pure ecstasy. I moaned, relaxing so I could have more of him. My hand traveled south of its own accord, mapping out the rest of him.
He growled lightly when my fingers brushed over the head of his cock. I’d seen him naked before, but normally his cock was tucked up inside his body, just the rosy, pink head sticking out. Now it was fully extended from his body, the shaft slightly slick. I traced the pad of two fingers over the head, finding it flat, and pointed at the tip. Pre-cum welled from the narrow opening there, coating my exploring fingers.
“Here,” Gaston said, his voice rough. He carefully reached to move my hand to another spot just behind the delicate point where there was a slight groove. He showed me what he wanted, pushing my fingers in firmly and rubbing them up and down the length of the groove. “Fuck, Greyson. Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of being here, like this, with you?”
“Maybe almost as much as I’ve dreamed of the same thing,” I replied dreamily, and lifted his hand from where it was resting against my stomach.
I did the same thing for him as he’d done for me, showing him how and where I liked to be touched. Not that it mattered. As soon as he closed one of his giant hands around me, I had to bite my lip to keep from coming then and there. I flushed, a new panic setting in. What if I didn’t last long enough? I could already feel myself sitting on the edge, and he’d barely touched me.
“You smell so good,” Gaston mumbled and nuzzled against my armpit, inhaling deeply.
I almost laughed at how silly it was, but the sound wound up coming out as a moan when he lazily stroked my cock in his fist. “You keep doing that, I’m going to come really fast, and I’d like to not make a complete fool of myself by coming in two minutes.”
“Fine,” he said, but sounded pouty as he released my cock.
It was both a relief and a disappointment, for both of us, I think. Gaston shifted slightly, and it took me a moment to realize he’d moved his head so he could watch me trace my hands over his cock, which I hadn’t stopped doing. There was a lot of him to touch. I’d known he’d be different from me, but the length and girth of him… I didn’t know how I was ever supposed to get that inside of me, and that wasn’t even accounting for the thick knot at the base of his shaft.
A pleasant growl rumbled in his chest when I traced my fingers over the knot, which he’d only ever use with his mate. Not with me. I tried not to be disappointed, focusing on the smooth swell of Gaston’s knot to make him growl more.
“That’s so fucking sexy,” I mumbled and leaned in to nibble his ear. “That growl. God. How was I ever supposed to not fall for you?”
Gaston snorted and pulled his ear away, shifting his weight so that he could get to my chin. He turned my head, sharp teeth grazing the pulse point in my neck. “I want to be inside you, Greyson.”
The knot in my throat bobbed. “I want that too, but I don’t know if I can. Um. You’re kinda bigger than I was expecting.”
“Trust me. I’ll make it work.” He chuckled and rolled away, briefly fumbling around near the bedside table. There was a brief pause and then a curse.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing. One sec. Stupid claws.” He mumbled the last part, and I had to smile at the sound of him literally chewing off his claws so he wouldn’t hurt me. The telltale pop of a plastic cap followed, then the quiet, airy squirt of liquid, and then I was bracing myself on his chest while he circled my hole with a single finger, massaging gently. “Looks like regular manicures are in my future.”
I could barely respond, the sensation so intense. It only got more so when he gently eased his finger inside me.
“Oh God.” My fingers curled against his furry chest, face burning at the obscene stretch of my body around his.
“Breathe and relax,” he cooed and licked across my lips with his giant tongue. “You’re so warm inside, Greyson. I can’t wait to get my cock in here. Is that what you want?”
I whimpered, my body adjusting to him enough that I started squirming in search of more. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I do.”
“It’s going to feel so good,” he promised, slowly fucking me with his finger. “I’m going to stretch you out and fill you up, Greyson. I’m going to put all my cum in this tight little hole, and then you know what I’m going to do when it leaks out of you? ‘Cause there’s going to be a lot, Greyson. I haven’t come in a while, and you’ve got me so fucking worked up, I just know I’m going to come so hard. There’s going to be more than you’ve ever seen, more than your body knows what to do with. I’m going to have to clean it up so we don’t make too much of a mess. You know how I plan to do that?”
My breathing had gone ragged, but it hitched, and I cried out when he added a second slick finger. “No!”
“I’m going to eat it out of you when we’re done and make you come with my tongue in your ass. How’s that sound?”
“Ngh. Fuck. I don’t know if I’ll make it that long,” I panted.
“Then you’ll just have to come twice,” he declared, pumping his fingers in and out of me with wild abandon. “Because I’m not going to stop until you do.”
I moaned and shuddered, the stretch no longer burning and unpleasant, but pure bliss. “Gaston,” I gasped as he added a third finger, moving slower.
“Do you want my cum, Grey? Because if not, you better tell me now. I know once I’m fucking you, all I’ll be able to think about is all my cum dripping out of you and I won’t be able to stop myself. It’ll just look so fucking good leaking out of you.”
“Yes,” I gasped, feeling positively filthy. “Yes, I want it all!”
“You sure?”
He was pumping his fingers in and out of me so fast, the pressure so unrelenting, I was practically sobbing with need. My cock bobbed up and down, drooling pre-cum all over my stomach.
“Yes, please!” I pleaded and gripped my cock out of sheer desperation. “Now! I need it now!”
His fingers slid free of me, and I sagged until I felt the mattress dip between my legs under Gaston’s weight. He pushed my legs wide and yanked me up to straddle him in one fluid motion, the thick head of his already slick cock pressing against my entrance.
“I love hearing you beg for my cock,” he snarled and started to ease in.
Those first few moments were torture, beautiful, blissful torture. The head of his cock felt as wide as the three fingers he’d given me, and the stretch of my body slow and brutal. My legs shook. If he hadn’t been holding me in place, I would have fallen over. As it was, all I could do was limply throw my arms around his furry neck and let him do as he wanted with my body.
A low rumble of approval came out of Gaston’s chest. “Yes, hold on to me. I’ll do the work, Grey. You just take my cock like a good boy, like I know you can.”
I shuddered and flushed at the praise, trying to will my body to relax so I could be good for him. Everything just felt so wound tight, like I was a spring pushed down and ready to blow. And then, just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, my body relaxed on instinct, and he slid in several inches at once with a low grunt.
I moaned and fell forward, my head resting against his shoulder, panting. Sweat coated my forehead, and my whole back was damp with it. I couldn’t imagine I looked sexy, strung out and sweaty, but Gaston didn’t seem the least bit deterred.
He swept his tongue over my chin in a tender gesture. “Okay?”
I swallowed and nodded, unable to speak. The incredible fullness I felt at having him inside my body was too overwhelming.
Gaston made a low sound, and the world tilted. The next thing I knew, I was on my back. He’d braced himself against the mattress, looming over me, filling the space with his scent and his soft fur.
“Move, please,” I pleaded, the fullness getting to be too much to bear. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s how you ask for it,” he growled and gave a testing thrust.
The feeling of that thick knot knocking against my hole stole my breath. I couldn’t breathe again until he retreated slightly and there was room for air. He forced the air out of my lungs with another thrust and then another, setting a steady pace that left his knot spreading me open just a little more each time it hit me.
“Like this?” he asked gently, panting as he moved.
I nodded meekly and grabbed for his face. “Kiss me?”
One word and Gaston’s lips were on mine, his hot breaths coming through his nose in time with his thrusts. His tongue fucked into my mouth, filling it the same way his cock filled me. I hadn’t thought there’d be room for anything more, but he proved me wrong, pushing his tongue in further, almost as if he were trying to devour me.
Clawed fingers closed around my hips and he started driving into me at a new angle, one that had him grazing my prostate with every thrust. My cock, which had softened during the initial invasion of his body into mine, was hard and leaking again. I was amazed I hadn’t come yet, but I wasn’t going to last much longer. The pressure was getting to be too much, my balls tight and high.
Gaston growled as I reached between our bodies, gripping my cock and fucking my fist in time with his thrusts. “Yeah, touch yourself. Fuck, that’s so fucking hot. I could watch you do that all fucking day.” His voice was a constant gravelly growl, breaths coming out as audible snorts.
“I’m gonna come,” I panted.
“Yeah, you are. I want to see it. Come for me, Greyson.”
It was the sound of my name in that growly tone that pushed me over the edge. I made a loud, desperate sound as my orgasm rushed up on me. Cum splashed against my stomach in heavy ropes, my body convulsing with pleasure.
“Fuck,” Gaston ground out as my body clamped tightly around his cock.
As I was just coming down, his hips stuttered, and he pushed into me with one hard thrust. The thick knot spread me open as if he’d just barely stopped himself from forcing it inside me. I groaned at the feeling of him pulsing inside me, and the flood of wetness that followed when he gave another, weaker thrust.
“Mmm, Greyson,” he managed, shuddering and shaking through the throes of it. “Fuck, I…”
His mournful tone was like a sobering slap.
I reached for him, taking his face gently in my hands. “Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”
Gaston let out a small whimper, his head falling against my chest as he fought for breath. “I just…I need you so bad.”
“You have me,” I promised, kissing along his jaw, trying to soothe him. I didn’t know what had gone wrong, or why he was suddenly so emotional, but I was going to fix it. “I’m right here, Casanova.”
He swallowed and turned his head, gently licking the inside of my wrist. “Will you stay? Sleep in here with me tonight and let me hold you?”
Something in my chest twisted, threatening to break off. He sounded so desperate, as if my refusal might shatter him somehow. “Of course, Gaston. Of course.”
“I just need you with me,” he murmured and kissed me. “Just a little while longer.”
I was still hard, annoyingly so. My knot had swelled and was keeping me that way, despite not actually using the damn thing. There wasn’t much I didn’t like about being a werewolf—the improved senses, being bigger, faster, stronger than many others—but the knot and its associated issues could sometimes be a curse. Or a blessing, depending on the situation.
I rolled onto my back, trying to ignore the throbbing in my loins, knowing that Grey was nowhere near ready for another go. His head rested on my shoulder, the blanket drawn up enough to cover me from the hip down so it wasn’t as obvious I was struggling. Grey’s deft, slightly calloused fingers played over my abdomen as if there were strings there he could pluck and make me sing. Maybe, if he moved his hand a little lower, I would.
“Do you have someone waiting for you back in LA?” he asked suddenly.
I closed a hand over his and lifted it to my mouth for a kiss. “If I did, I wouldn’t be in bed with you. I’m not that kind of wolf, Grey.”
“No celebrity crushes?” He smirked and rolled on top of me, eyes sparkling. He straddled my still hard cock and gave a seductive lick of his lips. “C’mon now. Be honest.”
“No,” I said firmly, and grabbed his hips to keep him still. “And you’re making that worse.”
His smirk sprouted into a wide grin as he began to grind his hips against me. “Poor widdle werewolf Gaston. Does somebody need a widdle more attention?”
I couldn’t decide whether to growl or whimper at the treatment. Every brush of contact against my oversensitive cock was like lightning on my nerve endings. Even though it’d been a few minutes, I hadn’t calmed down in the least. I squirmed under him, the whimper eventually winning out. “Greyson…”
“Mmm. I think I like watching you squirm.” He reached to scratch my ears the way I’d seen him do to Simon.
I growled and pushed his hands away, shaking my head, though there was no heat in it, and he knew it. “You know this is practically torture, right?”
He laughed and placed his hands on my chest. “Is it? Well, some people are into that, you know.”
