Monster mash, p.46
Monster Mash, page 46
I whimpered because I knew he liked it, and did as I was told while Tripp tried to focus on getting the toy lined up. He pushed it in slowly, almost too slowly.
The wet sounds of my fingers thrusting in and out of me mingled with Tripp’s heavy breathing, and suddenly all I could think about was what it would be like to have all my holes filled at once. I didn’t know if he’d fit into the tight slit in the front of my body, but I sure as hell wanted to try. I imagined being filled to the brim with his cock thrusting against mine inside my body and groaned loudly, widening my legs even more to encourage him, whispering, “More, more, more.”
The toy slid home, and I gasped at the feeling of being so full. My body twitched around the toy, alternating briefly between the mild burning discomfort of being stretched out and strobes of pleasure. I felt feverish until Tripp leaned down to kiss me.
“Everything okay?” he asked gently.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please? You have no idea how bad I need this.”
“I’ll take that as a yes,” he said, eyes sparkling with pride. “Tell me if I go too fast or too hard with it.”
I didn’t think that was possible, as I was getting desperate.
Tripp gripped the base of the toy and pulled it almost all the way out of me before pushing it back in slowly, too gently. Like he was terrified of hurting me.
I whined, trying to encourage him to go faster, harder, but he seemed content with the pace, just leaning over me, watching me fuck myself with my fingers while he fucked my ass with the toy. Stars, it felt good not to rush, even as desperate as I was for more. My cock was getting hard inside of me and starting to ache from where I was holding it in place, but I liked having it there, feeling so full. I could only take so much, though, and moved my fingers away with a groan, letting my cock slide free.
Tripp immediately seized my hand and brought my fingers to his lips, sucking the taste of me from them eagerly. “I fucking love how you taste, Nicola. How you feel. I love watching you touch yourself, and the way you beg me for more. This is the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever done.”
I wanted to tell him there was more to come, but he started slamming the toy home harder, just right, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me. With every thrust of the dildo into my body, he grazed my prostate, making my cock throb and leak.
“Is this good?” he asked and nuzzled the side of his face against me. The stubble on his cheek was like sandpaper.
“So good,” I panted. “Don’t stop.”
I loved that about him, how he kept asking if he was doing it right, how he was so focused on making sure it was good for me. Not just because it was hot as sin, but because it meant he cared.
I’d never had anyone spend so much time trying so hard to make me happy, both in bed and out, but Tripp did that. He genuinely seemed to care about my wellbeing, my happiness, and I wanted him to be happy, too. More than happy. Somewhere along the way, it’d become important to me that he was safe and secure as well. I’d gotten invested in helping him chase his dreams and facing his fears. I wanted Tripp to grow as a person, and I wanted to be there to see it, to be a part of it. Every time he flashed one of his big, proud smiles, I wanted to be the reason for it.
I had never felt that for anyone, hadn’t even believed it was possible. Whenever people spoke of love, they spoke of it as a feeling, but this was more than that. I hadn’t just developed feelings for Tripp. I’d developed hopes and dreams for us, something I never would have thought possible.
I had given up on ever finding love, but Tripp was making me believe again.
Emotion swelled in my chest and it felt like I was about to explode if I didn’t do something to express just how much I felt for him. In that moment, it wasn’t even about the sex, or how good he was making me feel. I just needed to tell Tripp how much he meant to me, so I pulled him close and I kissed him, but that wasn’t enough.
“I need you, Tripp,” I panted. “I need you inside me now.”
He pulled back and studied me, heat shimmering in his eyes. “Are you sure?”
“Darling, I’ve never been more sure of anything. I want you to fuck me. I need you to. Tripp, I…” I wanted so badly to get the words out, but they were caught in my throat.
He cupped my cheek and nodded. “Okay. I’ll go slow.”
I whined when he pulled the toy free, suddenly empty. Tripp rose to his knees, giving his cock a few pumps with a lube-slick fist. Hungry eyes rolled over me, making me shudder with want. He lined his cock up with my entrance carefully, still moving frustratingly slow. I was thankful for it a moment later when he started to push inside. The burning stretch hurt more than I expected, especially given all the prep. He felt too big, too much.
Like he was splitting me in half with it.
Just when I thought I’d have to tell him I couldn’t take anymore, he eased off, sliding back out of my body to apply more lube. I let out a relieved sigh.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” Tripp’s voice had gone all deep and gravelly. It was sexy as hell. “You still okay?”
I nodded, sweat running down the back of my neck. I was panting too hard to answer.
It was a little easier the second time. I clung to him, digging my fingers into his shoulders while he sank slowly into my body. It still hurt a little…until suddenly it didn’t. It was almost like a light switch had been flipped and all that burning, stretching discomfort was translated into euphoria. I moaned, feeling myself relax around him, and Tripp slid home with a grunt.
For a second, all he did was hover over top of me, utterly still. “Good?” he managed, panting.
“So good,” I said and looped my arms around his neck, pulling him down into a kiss. “Fuck me please?”
“Fuck yes,” he groaned and started to move.
I threw my head back against the pillow, stars lighting behind my eyes as sparks of pleasure coursed through me. I’d never felt so full, so stretched tight, and with every thrust, he seemed to fill me more. I swore I could feel his cock far deeper than anything had ever been inside me, making my belly swell with it. When I looked down between us, I almost couldn’t believe what I was seeing. Each time Tripp thrust into me, my cock jumped, leaking precum everywhere, but not just because he was somehow hitting exactly the right spot, but because my belly was bulging every time he put his cock in me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, watching my belly swell and shrink, swell and shrink. He was so big he was literally rearranging my guts with his cock and I was so here for it.
“That’s so hot,” he moaned, watching my cock jump every time he pumped into me. “Oh, shit, that’s hot.”
“Tripp…” My fingertips and the tips of my wings started to tingle and inevitable, luscious pressure had started to build inside of me to the point I could barely contain it. “Tripp, I…I…”
As if he knew what I was trying and failing to get out, he closed a big hand around my cock, jerking me in time with his thrusts. “Come on. Come for me.”
I moaned so loud, the people in the next room definitely would’ve heard us through the thin walls. My muscles went rigid as my cock started to pulse, and my wings fluttered wildly. I clenched hard around him, lips muttering incoherent pleas for him not to stop.
“Fuck,” Tripp gritted out. “Fuck, I can feel it…I can feel you coming. Fuck!” His hips stuttered, and he groaned, pushing deeper as he came. He fell forward with an exhausted grunt, letting all his weight fall on me.
I was so blissed out, I didn’t even mind that he was half crushing me under his gargantuan weight for a second. At least, until I remembered I needed to breathe. Then I flailed around, trying to shove him off of me. “Air,” I gasped.
“Oh, shit. Sorry.” He pushed up, lifting his weight off of me with a grimace.
I flushed at the rush of warm wetness as he slid his softening cock from my body.
He rolled to one side, and we laid there for a minute on our sides facing each other, trying to catch our breath.
“I, um…Sorry. You okay?” he asked with a frown.
I gulped in some air, a hand on my chest, and stared up at him, genuinely unsure of how to answer that. I felt amazing. Better than I’d ever felt. That was definitely the best sex of my life but… With a man who I was supposed to be leaving, eventually.
“Tripp,” I whispered and touched his cheek gently.
He caught my hand and kissed it. “What’s wrong?”
The words swelled in my throat again, but this time, I didn’t swallow them. I couldn’t. “I don’t want you to leave me.”
His expression softened, almost like he might cry.
I swallowed. “I mean, maybe this isn’t the best time. I…that…”
“I don’t want to leave you either,” he said quickly, taking my hand again. “I don’t care if it is the wrong time. Maybe there is no right time. You’re the one who said there were no rules, right? That I should just do what felt right? Well, Nicola, you feel right, and I want to keep doing you.”
I pressed my lips together, trembling with the effort to keep the laughter in. He frowned for a second, concentrating hard, and then he must’ve realized what he said because his frown turned into another grin. I gave up and let myself laugh, and he laughed along with me.
“You know what I mean,” he said, giving my shoulder a little shove.
“Darling, I hope you mean it just like you said it.” I sat up and stretched out my arms, giving my wings a quick flap to stretch them as well. “That was the best sex I’ve ever had.”
“Really?” he asked, eyes wide.
I nodded and touched his cheek again. “But it’s more than that. I like you. I think…I think drunk me made a decision sober me would’ve been hesitant to make, but it was the best decision. I’m glad we got married.”
“Me, too,” he admitted. “The last few days have been the happiest of my life, Nicola. You’ve helped me do things I never thought I’d be able to do again, showed me a side of myself I didn’t know existed. You make me happy. Happier than I’ve ever been with anyone. But…” He trailed off, looking sad.
“But what?”
His eyes flicked up to mine. “My memory problems don’t normally bother me that much because I didn’t care, but with you… I want to remember everything. I know I can’t, though. I’m scared I’m going to forget this. What if I forget our anniversary or my memory gets worse and I forget you? What if I forget us?” His chin trembled.
My heart ached to see him so distressed. I scooted closer, curling up against his chest. “Then I’ll remind you. Every day if I have to.”
“I don’t want to be a burden to you.”
“You are not a burden, Tripp,” I said firmly, looking up at him.
“But…”
I growled and pushed him over onto his back. “Don’t you get it?” I said, climbing up on his chest. “I love you, you idiot. I love you just the way you are, memory problems and all, and you don’t have to do anything to deserve that. If you remember nothing else, I want to make sure you remember that. I’ll tell you every damn day how sweet and special you are, how much I love that crooked smile, or the way you stick your tongue out when you’re thinking hard. I love the way you walk, the way you talk, even when dumb things fall out of your mouth. I. Love. You.” I punctuated the last three words by poking his chest.
He blinked a few times before his eyes went all watery. “I think I love you, too. But…what if you change your mind?”
“Then we will fly over that bridge when we come to it,” I said and slid off of him to nestle in against him again. “But I don’t think I will. I’m a sensible mothfolk, Tripp. You’re my favorite star. Now that I’ve caught you, I’m not about to let you go.”
“Oh my God, Nicola,” he said, sounding all weepy as he pulled me into a kiss. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.”
I smiled. “Well, hopefully I can do something to make you even happier in the next few days. We’re going to seal this deal with Northstar, get you your investors, and launch Brewtiful’s to smashing success, darling. I promise you.”
Tripp squeezed me so tight, I squeaked as all the air left my lungs. “Thank you, Nicola,” he said, kissing me all over. “Thank you for believing in my dream.”
We met with the supplier and toured the roasting facility. Nicola asked a lot of questions about things I hadn’t even thought about, like shipping, packaging, and other product varieties. He was a much better businessman than me. Well, business moth.
Once we finished our tour of the roasters and Nicola had asked all of his questions, we went into the office and sat down with Ben Czernik, the itherie who owned the roasting facility. He and Nicola talked about a bunch of numbers while I mostly zoned out. I couldn’t keep track of all that stuff, which was why I’d hired Cage to begin with.
Firing him was going to be hard, but Nicola was right. I should be surrounded by people who shared my vision and encouraged me to chase my dreams while keeping me grounded. Cage didn’t do that. Still, I felt bad. I didn’t like disappointing people, and putting him out of a job would be one of the hardest things I’d ever done.
By the time we left the facility, I was feeling really bummed. It must’ve been noticeable because Nicola frowned at me in the car and asked, “What’s wrong, darling? I thought you’d be happy about the deal I worked out.”
“I am,” I told him. “And I’m excited about flying back to LA to meet with Chef Northstar, and getting Brewtiful’s off the ground. It’s just… Well, I was thinking about how you said I should fire Cage. I don’t want to hurt his feelings.”
“Stars, you’re too sweet for your own good,” Nicola said with a sigh. “Darling, instead of looking at it like that, think of it as providing him an opportunity.”
“An opportunity?” I tipped my head to the side, studying him while he drove.
He nodded. “Exactly. Cage wasn’t a good fit for working with you. We both agree on that. Chances are, he probably knows it too. I bet he’s just as unhappy as you are about the poor fit. Letting him go allows him to move on to pursue bigger, better things. Jobs where he might fit in better with people who share his vision of the world.”
I sighed and sank back against the seat. “I like that but… I still know it’s going to suck big time to do it. I’m going to feel bad.”
“And I’ll make you feel better,” he promised, putting his hand over mine. “But you’ve got to do it, even though it’s hard. Being in charge of a company means making those difficult decisions. It means choosing what’s best for the company, and what’s best for you and your vision for it.”
Nicola was right again. I watched the road pass by on our way back to the hotel. Our luggage was already packed, and we were supposed to fly out to LA early tomorrow. That’d give us a day to get over the jet lag—a day which I fully planned to spend in bed with Nicola—before we met with Chef Northstar on Tuesday.
I could wait until after we closed the deal to fire Cage, but that didn’t seem fair. He should have as much time as possible to be out there looking for a new job. Plus, I didn’t want it hanging over my head. I was nervous enough about the tasting on Tuesday, and the big event in a week.
“I should do it today,” I said and glanced over at Nicola. “Is it bad if I don’t do it in person?”
“A video call will suffice, I think,” he said coldly. Nicola really didn’t like Cage.
“You know you won’t be able to help me all the time,” I said, facing Nicola. “You have clients. Eventually, don’t you have to get back to working with them? I feel bad that you’re blowing them off to spend all this time with me.”
“Nonsense,” he said, waving a hand at me. “First of all, I’m on a vacation through the end of the week. I haven’t taken one in years, so no one should be upset. Besides, if anyone needs me, they have my phone and my email. Truth be told, my job is rather hands off most of the time. I have other people below me who do the bulk of the work once I get people signed, although my clients know they can come to me if they need anything.” He reached across the center console to pat my hand. “It’s fine, Tripp. Trust me on this. You have my full attention until after we seal the deal. If you want it.”
My face heated, but I smiled and squeezed his hand gently. “Of course I want it. I want all the attention you’re willing to give me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, that can definitely be arranged, darling.”
We made it back to the hotel room, and I immediately set myself to making some coffee. I’d gotten some extra equipment from the gift shop at the roasting place and wanted to show Nicola what I could really do with the right tools. So, while he showered and got ready to relax for the evening, I got to work making the fanciest coffee I knew how to make with a little extra twist. I pulled out all the stops, sifting through some hand ground spices I’d picked up at the shop to make the perfect blend.
When Nicola emerged from the shower, I presented him with my masterpiece.
He blinked at the cup with its whipped cream and the cherry and chocolate drizzle. “What’s this?”
“A special blend I made just for you,” I said, blushing as he took it.
“Oh my stars. Is that a cherry on top?” He sighed happily and sank into the chair. “This looks like a dessert. What’s the flavor?”
“Try it for yourself.” I gestured to the cup and rocked back on my heels nervously as he lifted it for a sip.
Nicola’s eyes widened, and he tilted his head to the side. “It’s chocolate. No, wait…” His proboscis slid out from between his lips and went right back into the coffee like a straw for a second taste. “It could be cherries, but there’s something else in there that makes it a hundred times more decadent. What is it?”
“Its dark chocolate-covered cherry with coconut milk and a light dusting of cinnamon sugar on the whipped cream. Oh, and the whipped cream is a special vegan kind. I was trying to get the cinnamon on there to look like wings, but um…I kinda need more practice.”
“No, I can see it,” he said, nodding. “And what do you call this delicious masterwork of coffee?”
