Monster mash, p.62
Monster Mash, page 62
But once Gaston got into position, our relative size difference didn’t seem to matter. His thighs trembled as I ran my fingers slowly up the back of them. He let out a soft groan and as I pushed them apart.
“You’re so vulnerable like this,” I said and leaned forward to run my tongue over the seam of his tight balls.
His tail suddenly went stiff, shifting to stand straight up and he let out a sound I’d never heard him make before, a high-pitched whine of need.
“Fuck,” he murmured, burying his face in his arms. “Oh, fuck.”
“What’s the matter, Sunshine?” I murmured, reaching between his legs to tease his stiff cock with a few strokes from my finger.
“I’m hot all over,” he said, panting. “And I need…It’s like…I don’t have words. I just need you. So bad.”
“I know,” I said, kissing the inside of his thigh. “I need you too.”
He moved his head, and the leash pulled tight. “Please, Grey.”
“Patience, Sunshine. I’ll give you what you need. I promise.”
He turned his head, and the weight of eyes fell on me while I grabbed the lube and coating my fingers. “Go slow? I, um… Remember I’ve never done this before.” There was a strong undercurrent of embarrassment leaking into our bond, but it was confusing because it felt like that embarrassment was actually contributing to his arousal.
God damn, why was that so hot to me?
I coated my fingers liberally before slowly circling one over his entrance. His body twitched against my finger while he groaned, practically begging me to slide it in. When I finally did, his muscles flexed, clenching around me.
“Relax, Sunshine,” I said and kissed his back. “Remember I’ve got you.”
“I know,” he panted. “It’s just…”
I stopped pushing, my finger barely having breached his entrance. “Does it hurt?”
He hesitated before answering. “No. It just feels…weird. Pressure. I’ve taken toys before, but it’s different when it’s you, you know?”
“You want to keep going?” I asked.
He swallowed. “Yeah. Keep going. Just…slow.”
“Of course.” I kissed him again and applied more lube, easing my finger inside him with agonizing slowness. He was so hot inside, so tight. I didn’t know how I was going to stop from coming the second I was inside of him.
Once I got one finger inside, I used my other hand to cup his balls, kissing over his cheeks and thighs. “Good puppy.”
He groaned and tipped his hips as if he were trying to take my finger deeper. “More?”
“Such a needy puppy,” I teased and withdrew my finger, adding more lube before easing it back in and starting a second. “You’re so warm inside. It’s like you’re on fire in your belly.”
“I feel like I am,” he panted. “I feel like I’m in heat, Grey. I’ve never needed someone like this before. It’s…I don’t know. My head’s such a fucking mess about it.”
“I know, Sunshine.” I kissed his back, feeling the conflict of feelings through our bond.
He wanted it, maybe more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life, but there was a part of him that felt it was wrong, what we were doing. Yet another part still found the wrongness of it incredibly arousing, even though he’d gone soft, which left him feeling a little ashamed.
“It’s normal,” I assured him. “You’ll get hard again once we’re past this.”
He whimpered and buried his face under the pillow, clearly embarrassed. I’d never seen him so shy and nervous before, so vulnerable. The mix of feelings bleeding through our bond left me riding the edge of a power high. I could do anything I wanted with him, and he’d let me. That’s how complete his surrender was, enough that he’d let me—a lowly human—dominate him.
Fuck.
He made a small, desperate sound as I started moving my fingers, stretching his body a little wider to take me. I tried to treat him the way he’d treated me, alternating scissoring motions with petting deep inside him, feeling for that sweet bundle of nerves that I knew would feel like heaven once I touched it.
He gasped when I found his prostate and his hips jerked. “Oh, fuck…That’s so good. Fuck! Please, more!”
I smirked and pressed right on it, massaging it with a fingertip until he was thrusting into the air, his cock hard and leaking.
Claws dug into the pillows, threatening to rip them apart. “Oh my god! That’s so good! So good!” he panted.
“Better than your toys?” I teased.
“Yes! So much better.”
“Hm. Well, maybe I’ve got better taste in toys.”
“What?” He twisted as I went digging in the bag again.
I pulled the leash tight. “No. Bad puppy.”
Gaston whined and collapsed against the bed. “I’ll be good.”
“Yes, you will,” I said sternly, drawing out the special plug I’d bought just for the occasion. I took a minute to coat it in lube before I pressed it against his entrance, enjoying the way he tensed.
“JESUS FUCK. That’s cold!”
“I had it in the freezer just before this,” I boasted. “And metal’s real good at retaining the cold.”
He groaned in pleasure as I eased it in, despite his initial surprise. When the flared base settled in place I felt around for the switch and he yelped when it started to vibrate. “Oh my god! Damn, Grey. That’s…” Whatever he was about to say ended with a pleased groan. “I’m gonna come so hard.”
“Not yet, you’re not.” I undid my zipper and got my cock out, yanking on the leash to get him to turn around. “First, you’re going to show me a little appreciation with that talented tongue of yours.”
I reclined against the headboard, drawing the leash into my fist to bring him closer. Gaston made a show of sniffing around my balls and pubic hair, something he knew drove me wild. He’d told me a hundred times that I smelled like sex on a stick there, whatever that meant. But I let him do it, mostly because it felt good to me. When he let out another small puppy whine, I shuddered. His tongue darted out, giving my balls a teasing lick while his cold nose rubbed against my shaft. I moaned loudly. He retaliated by licking the pre-cum from my cockhead and letting out a satisfied growl in the back of his throat.
I almost came instantly when the wet heat of his mouth closed around me. Sharp teeth gently scraped over sensitive skin and his tongue went to work, lapping at the sensitive head as if it were leaking honey and not pre-cum.
“F-f-fuck.” I couldn’t stop my hips from thrusting into the welcome warmth of him. “Stop or you’ll make me come!”
He pulled back with an irritated growl. “I can’t fucking help it. I want to fuck you so bad right now, Greyson. It’s killing me.”
“Pretty sure you’ll live, Sunshine,” I teased and pushed his head away. “Never heard of nobody dying from a vibrating butt plug.”
He moaned miserably and dropped his head back into my lap, nuzzling against my cock. “I can’t take it, Grey,” he whined. “Do you want me to beg? I will. Please fuck me. Please, please, please. I need your cock. I need you to claim me. Take this thing out of me and put your cock in me instead. I’m begging you. I’ll do anything!”
His begging was a jolt of pleasure straight to my cock. I never thought hearing him be so needy would be such a turn on, but I’d never been harder in my life. At the same time, I felt a little bad for making him beg. I hadn’t planned on it, and he sounded so miserable. I wanted to cave and give him what he wanted, but I also loved hearing him beg and bargain. I wanted more of it.
“Anything?” I teased, petting his head.
“I need to come so bad,” he whined and started thrusting against the sheets. “Please, Grey. I want you to do it. Not this thing. I need you.”
Fuck, he really knew how to win me over. He might’ve been the one pleading and begging, but he was also very much in control and he must’ve known it. I couldn’t deny him anything when he said things like that.
“All right, Sunshine.” I kissed his lips, and we shifted positions.
Gaston went face down into the mattress with a needy groan, his tail sticking straight up and out of the way, leaving him completely exposed. The plug vibrated noisily where I’d left it. I eased it most of the way free before pushing it back in, making him beg incoherently until he was a sobbing mess. Only then did I switch it off and remove it completely, but I didn’t leave him empty for long.
I slicked the length of my cock with more lube before positioning it against his body. “Ready?” I asked, kissing his back.
“Please,” he whimpered. “Please?”
We both groaned as I eased into him. He felt even hotter than before, and still incredibly tight. Fuck, what if I hadn’t gotten him ready enough? I supposed he would tell me. He didn’t act like it hurt. He acted like he needed it.
When my hips were flush against the round, furry swell of his ass, I kissed his back again, trying to catch my breath and gave him a minute to adjust. “How is it?”
“I’m good. Please move,” he panted.
I chuckled and rolled my hips, testing the movement. God, it felt good. Better than I expected. His body was so tight and warm, and he smelled like him, like us, like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had.
It took a few tries to find a rhythm that worked, especially since he wasn’t a passive sort of bottom. Every time I retreated from his body, he pushed back again, chasing the contact. He was fucking himself onto my cock as much as I was fucking into him, and it was glorious, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I needed him to understand he was mine.
I yanked the leash tight, putting an end to his movement. Gaston yelped slightly as his body drew up, his back arching slightly.
“You’re mine,” I said, surprised at the roughness of my own voice. “Only mine.”
“I’m yours,” he repeated, breathless.
I pulled the leash even tighter until his back came to rest against my chest. All I could manage at that angle were shallow thrusts, but the way moaned in pleasure was so perfect, I knew I must be hitting the right spot. Every movement was driving me closer and closer to the edge, but I wanted to feel him come first, wanted to see his knot swell, wanted to feel his body spasm around me as he cried out in pleasure, helpless to stop it.
“Touch yourself,” I demanded, biting his ear gently.
He didn’t fight me at all, reaching to close a fist around the rapidly swelling knot at the base of his cock. “Greyson, it feels…so good!”
“You going to come for me, puppy?”
“I wish I was inside you!” he whined.
“Not this time. Move your hand up so I can see that big knot swell up for me.”
Gaston whimpered, but he complied, rapidly stroking the top of his cock while I watched, transfixed, as his knot expanded more by the second. He came with a desperate whimper. God, it was a beautiful thing to hear. Even more beautiful to feel the way his hole spasmed around my cock like he was trying to pull me deeper.
My orgasm felt like a punch to the gut, exploding out of me and taking my breath with it. I shuddered and buried myself as deep in him as I could manage, my whole body jerking and twitching. Leather bit into my palm, the leash tight enough in my grip that it made my fingers tingle.
When I realized how tight I was holding him, I forced myself to let go. Gaston collapsed with a groan that made my balls tingle with excitement. I fell on top of him, kissing every part of him I could find. We didn’t speak at first, at least, not with words. Everything we needed to say was shared in our bond, a hazy, almost drunken sort of contentment and a single word: Mine.
And that bond felt stronger somehow. It’d been there ever since we mated, but now I could almost make out full thoughts, feelings, words. It was like we were floating in each other’s bliss, every nerve ending electric and alive.
He was the first to speak when the feeling finally started to fade and all he could manage was a breathless, “Wow.”
I smiled against his back. “I know, right? I’m pretty damn amazing.”
He snorted. “All right, I admit it. You’re amazing.”
“Thank ya kindly.” I buried my nose in his fur. “Can you move?”
“No. You?”
“Maybe. I just don’t wanna.” After a few minutes, I pushed myself up and freed my softening cock from his body, falling onto my back. “Fuck, that was good. I owe Adam a fruit basket or something.”
“Adam?” Gaston scoffed rolling onto his back and scooping me up. “What’s he got to do with it?”
I chuckled and wiggled around until I found a comfortable spot in Gaston’s arms. “Well, going to Good Vibrations was his idea. That’s where I got all this stuff.” I reached up and unclipped the leash from his collar so he didn’t get tangled in it, though I opted to leave the collar on. He looked damn good in it.
“Figures,” Gaston said, nosing against my neck. “Of course it’d be him into the kinky shit. It’s always the quiet ones.”
“I’m quiet,” I protested.
“The point stands, then.” He cuddled into me hard, rubbing his still hard cock against my leg like a dog trying to hump me.
“You keep doing that, the swelling’ll never go down,” I teased.
“I know. You just smell so damn good. I never want to let you go.”
“And you don’t have to,” I said, gently touching his cheek. “Afraid you’re stuck with me, Sunshine. For better or worse. I’m yours and you’re mine now.”
He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against mine. “I was always yours. This just made it more official.”
I let out a contented sigh and we laid there in contented cum-drunk silence for a while. I debated drifting off to sleep, but something was nagging at me. “Hey, Gaston? You think I should call Nic? Just to see if he’s okay? You know, after what Ezra said…”
“About him marrying Tripp?”
I nodded. Everything I knew about Tripp Powers could fit in a teacup. I mean, there was his public bio. I knew his stats well enough to recite them from memory. He was a damn good hockey player. But he was also a shameless party boy, well known for being with a different guy every other weekend. The press ate that shit up. There was always something about his new beau in the news. Imagining him settling down with someone like Nic… Well, it was a bit far-fetched.
While I didn’t know Nicola all that well, he was my agent. I felt like I owed him. At the very least, checking up on him seemed the right thing to do.
“We’ll call him tomorrow,” Gaston promised, squeezing me tight. “Right now, I need to bask in the afterglow a little more, and by that, I mean I need a nap.”
I smiled and snuggled in against my mate. “I love you, Sunshine.”
“Love you too, Grey,” he said with a smile. He kissed the top of my head.
While I drifted off to sleep in my mate’s arms, I was already making plans for another trip to Vegas with Adam and Ezra. Maybe we’d go back to the club, just the three of us. I’d enjoyed hanging out with them, and I couldn’t wait to call them and tell them how things had gone. It was better than I could’ve hoped. Maybe I could get Alabama and Boyd to come along. The trouble the five of us could get into…
Now that’d be a story worth telling.
Nicola
“Dearly beloved,” said the itherie securing his helmet, “we are gathered here today to skate until we drop.”
Tripp let out a whoop and threw his hands in the air, signaling the DJ in his booth. Upbeat pop music blared through the speakers in the skate rink.
I smiled at the excitement on his face. When he suggested having our one-year anniversary party at the Sip N Skate, I thought he was joking at first. I should’ve known better with Tripp. My darling was always full of surprises.
Tripp and I had spent a lot of time skating together over the last year. While he loved the ice, every time we went to the local ice skating arenas, we were recognized. That was much less likely to happen at a roller skating rink, so we’d started to go there instead so we could relax. The skill sets were a little different, but Tripp had picked it up quickly and adored our weekly outings to Sip N Skate.
Matteo, the giant minotaur, bellowed with laughter and scooped up his human, Ezra, carrying him off so they could put on their skates. A minotaur in roller skates was sure to prove interesting. Almost as interesting as seeing Inzo attempt it. My oldest and dearest friend had been sullen about the entire event, but then when wasn’t he a bitter old stick in the mud?
“What’s the matter, Inzo?” I asked, putting an arm around his shoulders. “Don’t you know how to skate?”
“I am hundreds of years old,” Inzo scoffed, pulling away. “I was there when roller skates were invented. Of course I know how to skate!”
I glanced over at Adam, who gave a restrained smile and shook his head. “You know it’s all right if you don’t know how to skate, Inzo. We even brought in an instructor to teach new people.” I gestured to the kraken currently skating circles in the rink and watched Inzo’s brow crease with worry.
Adam’s eyes widened, and he gasped. “Is that really Victor Amares?” He grasped Inzo’s arm.
“Oh, yeah,” Tripp offered with a chuckle. “Vic’s a good friend of mine. Hey, Vic! Come on over and meet my friends!”
Inzo made a face. “Who?”
“He’s like an X Games legend,” Adam whispered. “Gold medals in skateboarding, snowboarding, and a silver last year in skiing. I heard he was trying to get into motocross, too.”
“What does any of that have to do with roller skating?” Inzo scoffed.
Before anyone could answer, the kraken had skated effortlessly over to the side of the rink. Two aquamarine tentacles gripped the wall as he slid to a stop in front of us with a show stopping smile. “What’s up, Tripp? How’s it hangin’, buddy?”
Tripp and Vic exchanged grips and then a quick hug before Vic gestured to Adam and Inzo. “Your friends interested in a lesson?”
“Yes!” Adam said excitedly at the same time as Inzo growled, “No.”
