Monster mash, p.42
Monster Mash, page 42
I shook my head, trying to shove the thought into the abyss. I had more pressing problems to sort through, like the fact that I was obviously falling for a guy.
I lifted my head and glanced toward the door where Nicola was bent over his phone, texting someone. My heart danced at the sight of him so engrossed in whatever he was doing.
Yep, I had it bad for him, which was surprisingly not as distressing as I expected it to be. You would think suddenly having a bi awakening would be stressful, but once I got over the initial hurdle of wrapping my brain around it, it wasn’t so bad. Sex would be different, but that wasn’t a deal breaker. It didn’t weird me out. I’d watched plenty of gay and bi porn. I knew what I was in for.
In hindsight, it probably shouldn’t have come as a surprise that I wasn’t straight if I was watching gay and bi porn.
Hindsight. I giggled to myself and then sighed. Okay, so I’m into him. What am I going to do about it?
The way I saw it, I had two options. One, I could let things keep going the way they were. Keep my distance, deny that I was interested. We could end the long weekend as good friends and I could go back to my old life. Alone.
Or I could take Nicola up on his offer. Explore this new side of myself with him. I’d be risking my heart, though. He seemed set on the annulment. What if I slept with him and decided I couldn’t let him go? I was already teetering on the edge of a hard, fast fall for Nicola Lightwing. Sleeping with him might be the thing to push me over the edge. If I fell, and he still insisted that we go our separate ways, it might crush me.
Come on, Tripp, I told myself, taking a deep breath. It’s just sex. You’re the king of one-night stands and emotionless fucks. You’ve done it dozens, maybe hundreds, of times before. What’s one more? Why is Nicola different?
Because he’s Nicola and I like him, I thought.
Then I shook my head. I can do this. I can be an adult about it. If I don’t at least try, I’m going to regret this for the rest of my life.
I closed my eyes, trying to recreate scenes I’d seen in pornos, substituting myself and Nicola for the actors. Heat flushed my body and my cock stiffened rapidly as I imagined him on top of me, riding me like there was no tomorrow, those beautiful, delicate wings spread out and glittering in the afternoon light.
The bedroom door cracked open with a gentle knock and my heart shot up into my throat. “Tripp?” Nicola called quietly.
I pretended to rub the sleep from my eyes. “Yeah, what is it?”
He sighed and backed into the room holding two steaming cups. The scent of coffee tempted me away from the pillow to sit up.
“I thought I would try my hand at recreating your coffee,” Nicola started, coming over to the bed, “but I seem to have failed. I was hoping you might tell me where I went wrong? I’m sorry to disturb you, darling.”
“No, it’s all right,” I said, taking the coffee from Nicola as he sat down on the bed next to me. I shifted to hide my erection. “Actually, I was just thinking about you.”
“Naughty things, I hope?” he said with one of his mischievous smiles.
“Very,” I admitted and took his coffee from him, too, placing it beside mine.
“Ooh,” he said in a scandalous tone and laughed. “Do tell?”
I blushed as he leaned in, pressing his hand to my chest. “God, it’s hot in here. Is it hot in here?”
“It’s about to get a lot hotter,” he purred. “And where was I in this naughty fantasy you were indulging, hmm?”
“Well, um…I don’t, uh…”
“Was I face down on the mattress? Or maybe on my hands and knees?” He grinned, leaning in more.
“You were…” I licked my lips. My heart was pounding so hard I was worried it’d leave bruises on my ribs. “On top.”
He chuckled and pushed against my chest. I took the hint and fell back, letting him climb on top of me.
“Like this?” he asked and moved my hands to his hips.
It felt like there was something stuck in my throat. I tried to swallow it, but couldn’t. “Sort of. But we were naked.”
“Obviously.”
“And I was…inside you.”
“Naturally,” he said with a little shrug.
“And your wings were…” I sighed and let myself give his thighs a little squeeze. “All spread out and so beautiful, Nicola.”
“Hmm.” The sound came out in a throaty purr that made my cock twitch. “Is that what you want, darling?”
Yes, my brain answered immediately. The rest of me took a minute to catch up. I chewed on my bottom lip, watching hungrily as Nicola carefully removed his shirt and made a show of dropping it on the floor next to the bed. “Is that what you want?” I asked and moved my hands to his chest. My fingers sank into that luxuriously soft fur and found the lovely, lean muscle beneath.
He smirked and tipped my chin back with a finger. “Honey, I’d ride you six ways to Sunday and back again in an instant. No question about it.”
“But it’d just be sex, right?” I let my fingers travel down his body, taking in the sight of him. He was so much smaller than me, so delicate.
Nicola’s hand closed over mine. “If that’s all you want, but perhaps that’s a bridge we can cross after you decide if the river is to your liking.”
I frowned. “I have no idea what that means.”
“It means,” he said, rising off my body and shifting to lay beside me, “that I’m not just male, Tripp. I’m not human either. Even if you’ve had experiences with other creatures before, I’m different. You may not enjoy sex with me. Don’t put your cart before your horse.”
“I don’t think that’s possible,” I said, and rolled to face him. I put an arm around his waist and pulled him against me. “Can I kiss you?”
His chest swelled with a deep breath. Delicate, velvety soft fingers brushed over the side of my face. “Darling, I thought you’d never ask.”
I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him slowly at first, just getting used to the way he felt. Nicola’s body was warm, his fur soft, but underneath that was a wall of hard muscle that I found I liked maybe even more than the softness of a woman. His lips were different, too. Still soft and pliant, but they didn’t feel human at all. More like supple, high-end leather. I swept my tongue over his lips, and he opened to me, letting me in. I groaned at the taste of him and plunged my tongue into his mouth, exploring deeper.
Something long, thin, and covered in fine hairs whipped out and curled around my tongue and I gasped. The second I pulled back, he released me. I covered my mouth with my hand, still trying to process exactly what’d happened.
Nicola sighed. “I did try to warn you it’d be different.”
“What was…”
“My proboscis, darling. I don’t have a tongue or teeth like you. I’m built quite differently on the inside. See?” He opened his mouth to show me.
Instead of a tongue, that long, thin tube I’d seen him drink with was curled up in there, resting along the bottom of his jaw and I wondered how that’d feel around my dick.
He closed his mouth and frowned, arms unwinding from around me. “If you didn’t like it…”
“No, wait.” I grabbed him tighter and held him closer, my face so hot it felt like there should be blisters. “I um…I like it. A lot. I just…Parts of you seem so delicate. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” he promised, squeezing my arm. “And if I’m ever uncomfortable, trust that I’ll let you know. That goes both ways, Tripp. If you don’t like anything that happens, we can always stop.”
“I don’t want to stop,” I admitted and kissed him again before nuzzling against one of his antennae. “I want to touch you everywhere. I want everything. Even if it gets weird. Especially if it gets weird. But, um… You might have to help me figure out how to do it.”
“Just do what feels right,” he said and put my hands back on him. “I’ll stop you if I don’t like it, but I doubt that’ll happen.”
I nodded and kissed him again. This time, when his proboscis spiraled around my tongue, I leaned into it with an encouraging moan. I pulled his petite body against mine and couldn’t help but grind my cock against him. God, he was so much smaller than me, so light and delicate. My dick went halfway up his stomach. I wasn’t even sure it could go inside him, not without some literal gut rearranging. Was that possible? I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Fuck, Tripp,” he panted, looking down between us. “You’re so big.”
“Is it…Do you think it’ll fit?”
Nicola burst into laughter and yanked me closer so that our faces were nearly touching. “Darling, we’ll make it fit.”
“Yeah, but…I don’t want you to like…rupture something.”
He laughed again and buried his face against my neck. “Trust me. As long as you’re patient, I will make it fit. Now, get your damn clothes off.”
I couldn’t get out of my clothes fast enough.
Nicola yanked off his pants, and I frowned. I was sure he’d had a thick purple cock before, but it seemed to be gone now.
“Where’s your…um…” I gestured to the patch of dark fur between his legs.
“My cock?” he supplied with a chuckle and grabbed my hand. “Inside for now. He just needs a little more convincing to come out.”
“Inside?” I barely got the word out before Nicola’s lips were back on mine and I almost forgot all about it.
“Touch me,” he commanded, half pulling me on top of him.
“Where should I…”
“Everywhere. Anywhere. However you like.” He lifted his arms above his head and just laid there, his wings spread out at his back, all of him on display, the invitation hanging between us, ripe and juicy.
How was I ever supposed to resist?
I ran my fingers over the fine fur covering his belly, traced them along the insides of his arms. All the while, his red eyes blazed. He didn’t react other than the occasional soft sigh or quiet moan. It was a terrible tease, since I wanted more of him, and I wanted him to touch me too, but he was just laying there, letting me do whatever I wanted. Letting me explore his body.
I couldn’t take it anymore, so I kissed him again. When his hands closed around my neck, it felt right. Perfect. Like I’d been waiting my whole life for that moment.
Nicola’s hands slid down my back as if he could drink me in with his touch. His fingers kneaded my ass and God did that feel good. Way better than I expected it to.
I hesitated when I realized my hand had gone much lower on his body, finding the top of a narrow slit between his legs. I pulled back from the kiss so I could see his face. “Here?” I asked, and lightly slid a single digit along the seam in his body.
He nodded and pulled my lips back to his. “Gently, darling.”
Nicola let out an appreciative groan as I pushed two fingers inside of him. The opening was slippery and soft, radiating heat. He held my eyes and reached down to guide me, shifting my fingers back and deeper until I felt the blunt head of his cock. It quivered against my touch and shifted inside of him, pushing against my fingers. He started breathing a little faster, a little harder, while I traced my fingers over him. His cock throbbed against my touch, swelling and pressing harder against my fingers, twitching desperately. Was he…straining to keep it inside of him?
“Does that feel good?” I asked and started pumping my fingers in and out of him slightly.
“Stars, yes,” he moaned. “But I can’t…I won’t be able to…” He whimpered.
“It’s okay,” I said and kissed his forehead.
Nicola whined quietly, his body trembling, but he was right. He couldn’t hold it in any longer. My fingers retreated from his body and his cock followed, pushing out through the opening hard and beautiful and perfect, glistening and slippery. I closed my hand around him, marveling at how I could fit all of him in my fist.
“Fuck, your hands are so big,” he murmured.
I shuddered as he wrapped his hands around me. It took both his hands to close the gap, and he squeezed, tightening his grip as he moved them up my shaft.
“Nicola,” I whined, knowing I wasn’t going to last long if he treated me like that. The feel of his hands on me was exquisite, like I was being spoiled just by the touch. “I can’t,” I panted. “I need…”
“On your back,” he ordered, and I went without a second thought.
Nicola straddled my hips, his hard cock jutting up and leaking onto my belly.
He smirked and rubbed his round ass against my cock, making me shudder.
“Don’t we need, er, lube?” I asked, still surprised that I was blushing.
Nicola arched a brow and guided my hand back to the slit his cock was jutting out of. We both moaned as he pushed my finger inside. He was impossibly tight there. I wondered if he’d let me fuck him there, but I wasn’t even sure I’d fit while he was still hard.
“Or maybe this’ll do.” I curled my fingers inside of him, gathering some of his natural lubricant.
He shuddered. “Fuck!”
“Sorry!”
“Oh, darling,” Nicola panted, rocking to drive my fingers deeper. “That was a good fuck. But you know the saying. There can be too much of a good thing. Keep doing that and this’ll be over before we get started.”
“Oh.” I blushed harder, though I wasn’t even sure that was possible.
Nicola kissed me and guided my slippery fingers around to his backside. I still felt like I had no idea what I was doing with him, but I’d played with my own ass enough times to know I had to get him loosened up first. The way Nicola groaned when I circled his hole made it hard to wait, though. He made the sweetest, softest little sounds, sounds I’d never heard anyone else make, and he was making them for me.
“I love the sounds you make,” I told him, pushing a single finger inside his opening.
Nicola shuddered again, fingers kneading my biceps. He felt impossibly tight at first, enough that I was still worried I wouldn’t be able to get inside of him, but he’d promised he’d make it work.
“Relax for me,” I told him, pumping the finger in and out.
“I am relaxed, darling. Your fingers are fucking gigantic.” He squirmed, obviously uncomfortable.
I frowned. “Maybe another position would be better?”
He shook his head. “Just go slow.”
I felt like I was going slowly, painfully slow. I wanted my dick inside him now. If I did that, though, I’d definitely hurt him, and I didn’t want that. Instead, I pulled him forward, down into another kiss, which gave me a little more room to move my finger. Just pumping it in and out of him wasn’t going to be enough. He was so tight, so small.
I pressed a second finger against his entrance and frowned when he hissed in pain. “Too much?”
“Maybe, yeah.” He let out a frustrated growl as I pulled away. “Listen, darling, I… I think this is going to take a bit more work to get where we want to be. And perhaps some better lube. And an entire afternoon.” He winced.
My heart fell, disappointed. I was really into it and wanted to try, but not at the expense of his health and comfort.
“Oh no. Poor dear.” He sighed and slid down my body. “Well, I can’t leave you like this.”
I blinked as he settled between my legs. “Wait, what are you… OH MY GOD!” My eyes rolled back and my head hit the pillow when he put his mouth around my cock.
It was like nothing I’d ever experienced before, being inside of Nicola’s mouth, and yet there were familiar elements. His mouth was warm and wet and amazing, but that was where the familiar ended and the wildly better began. With no teeth to get in the way, Nicola could use his entire mouth and boy, did he know how to use every inch of it. He closed his lips around me and started massaging up and down my shaft with his mouth. His proboscis flicked out, winding around my cock to jack me. The tiny little hairs covering it added a whole new sensation that was indescribably good.
Nicola hummed, the vibration running up my cock, into my balls and up my spine. The soft, velvety pads of his fingertips closed around my balls, massaging firmly, and that was it. I tried to shout a warning at him, but it was too late. My orgasm hit me harder than a full-speed shoulder check.
Nicola pulled back a little, obviously surprised, but he didn’t stop. His proboscis unwound from around my cock, and I let out a desperate moan as I felt the tip of it brushing over the head of my cock.
Holy shit. Nicola was sucking up my cum through his tongue-straw thing like it was a tasty treat. As if that wasn’t enough, he dipped it down inside of me in search of more. If someone had told me I’d ever be into a dude sticking his long, straw-like tongue into my dick hole, I’d have told them to seek professional help, but holy fuck was I ever into it.
By the time he was done with me, I was a shivering, whimpering, overstimulated mess with tears in my eyes. My muscles quaked like I’d just had the workout of my life and I’d been laying on my back in bed!
He sat up and smacked his lips together loudly, drawing a finger along his bottom lip as he grinned in triumph.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. It was all I could say, the only words that would come to mind. “Holy shit, Nic. Holy fucking shit.”
He sighed. “Well, I did try to warn you I might ruin other men for you. Eep!” Poor Nicola barely got the words out before I tackled him to the bed. “Watch the wings! The wings, darling!”
“Sorry. Sorry!” I winced and let him go. “Are you okay?”
Nicola chuckled. “Oh, yes. And if I’m reading things right, I’m about to be better than okay, yes?”
I blushed and looked down at his hard cock. A second ago, I’d been all on board to return the favor, but now that I had an ounce of sense in my head, I wasn’t so sure. He was different from me. Maybe he wouldn’t like the same thing. Maybe I wouldn’t like it, although that was hard to believe. My mouth was instinctively watering at the sight of it now.
