14. Sydney
Chapter fourteen
Sydney
My vision had been blurry since my dip in the freezing pond, so the first thing I did was take out my contacts and soak them in solution.
Even though the blanket Brooks had brought me had helped, I was chilled to the bone, so a shower was my first priority.
The warm water felt amazing, but my mind kept going back to my now-busted camera. I’d done a lot with it since I bought it; there were a lot of memories attached to it, and I didn’t know when I’d be able to afford to fix it, much less get another one.
I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around me, feeling clean and fresh. Looking around, I realized I’d been in such a hurry that I hadn’t grabbed any clothes. I was grateful for satyr-sized towels, though, because they covered me fully… Just in case I happened to run into Brooks in the hallway.
Trying to avoid that, I opened the door, meaning to dash to my room…
And ran right into Brooks. In fact, I think I bulldozed him into the wall.
And dropped my towel in the process.
And almost went down until he grabbed me, placing his arms around me.
Then we were just… there, frozen, neither of us sure what to do. His hands were wrapped around me, the bottom one on the small of my back and the top over my shoulder, dangerously close to my breast. The sound of our breathing and what I was sure was my pounding heart filled the space.
I expected him to push me away, maybe turn, but that’s not what happened. Instead, he looked , and not briefly either .
It was as if his eyes were metal and my body was a giant magnet.
His gaze started as far down as he could see and slowly trailed up. Each glance felt like a caress across my skin. I knew when his gaze hit my tits because he gasped slightly. The small action alone was enough to make me blush. Especially because they weren’t particularly large, they were perky sure, but they’d always been small. I carried most of my weight in my hips and back side.
He steadied me, and the hand wrapped around the small of my back rose to come around, caressing my hip, roaming up over my waist. I was holding my breath, waiting for what he would do next.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his eyes now focused on mine.
I nodded, unable to speak. I worried if I did, nothing would come out anyway. His movements sparked a fire up my side as he kept climbing. His touch was featherlight, as if he were afraid I would break if he touched me too hard.
When his hand reached the underside of my boob, I was so sensitive it felt as if I’d been shocked. His light caress turned to cupping the underside while his thumb ran over my nipple, and I took in a sharp breath in as the sensation went right to my clit.
He kept looking into my eyes as he touched me, and it felt like whatever had sat between us before had shattered. There was no more apprehension, no more holding back.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked in a whisper.
“I’m sure,” I said, finally finding my voice. “I want you.”
Brooks snapped, and I found myself pushed up against the hallway wall while he towered over me, taking me in with his intense blue eyes.
Then his lips were on mine. He wasn’t kissing me sweetly like before. He was taking, giving in to the lust and desire that we’d both been hiding for what felt like too long. His tongue tangled with mine in a messy, intense kiss.
I bit down on his lip, harder than I intended, but he only moaned, and I could feel the pulse of his cock beneath his sweatpants. It felt large. Inhumanly large. But I guess that would make sense since Brooks wasn’t human. I couldn’t help but wonder if it would fit, but we would cross that bridge when we got to it.
His mouth traveled to my jaw, kissing from the base of my ear all the way down to my chin, searing me as he went.
I let my hands travel up under his T-shirt. I could feel the ripple of his abs, built from years of hard labor, and something about that made it even hotter. He broke away from me for a moment to tear his shirt up over his head and his pants down before tossing both away. Though I’d been stealing glances at him the entire time, this was the first time I really let myself look at him. He was muscular everywhere; a short coating of hair went over his chest that turned thicker just below his belly button.
His legs were where he definitely stopped being human. Not only were they covered in fur, but also shaped slightly differently, with a more curved calf. He had thick thighs and a toned ass to match, and I wanted to squeeze it. His hooves were also very different, black and hard-looking, but it didn’t matter.
No one had ever been this attractive to me.
My eyes stopped on something still trapped behind a pair of briefs. I had been correct in my earlier assessment— much larger than a human’s. And thicker too. There also seemed to be… a bulge at the bottom. I wasn’t sure what it was, but thinking about taking that cock had me licking my lips and dripping wet already.
“Had your fill?” Brooks asked with a grin.
I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment. Of course he noticed me looking, I wasn’t being very sneaky.
“I suppose.”
“Don’t worry, honey. I haven’t had my fill either.”
He bent, and his mouth instantly latched onto my neck, giving it a hard suck, followed by a bite that was quickly soothed away by his tongue. He continued down along my collarbone and over my shoulder. I used the cool wall behind me to keep myself grounded while the rest of me was lost to this feeling of need brewing between us.
When his lips went lower, kissing over my right tit and trailing down until he reached my nipple, flicking it with his tongue, my back arched into him, craving more.
Taking the cue, Brooks put his mouth around the bud, sucking and licking in the most perfect way. I ran my hands through his hair, feeling his still damp but soft curls.
When he gave the other one the same treatment, it felt like a direct line to my clit. I tugged hard at his hair, and he groaned against me, the vibrations of his deep voice pleasing me even more.
“Do you like that?” he asked, as if he were unsure.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“Good,” he said as he kissed my nipple one final time before going lower, kissing my sensitive ribs and belly, waist and hip bone, until he was on his knees before me.
It felt like he was worshiping my body.
I thought he would continue down, but instead he went across, all the way to my other hip bone, ignoring where I needed him the most.
“Brooks…” I started, but I didn’t have to. He wasn’t going to make me wait, and I felt his kiss drift over my cunt until he reached my lips.
Lightly, tentatively, I felt the press of his tongue against me, parting my folds. I shivered at the feeling. He did it once again, deeper this time.
“Gods, I knew you’d taste good.”
Seeming to lose control, Brooks grabbed hold of one of my thighs and lifted it up, setting it on his shoulder, spreading me completely apart for him.
I could feel the cold air drift across my pussy, telling me exactly how wet I was. I tried to close my legs, suddenly embarrassed about feeling so exposed.
But Brooks was right there, his fingers spreading me so he could take a closer look.
“Your cunt is so pretty and pink,” he said, and it made me warm all over. He sounded honest. Like he was just stating a fact, rather than giving a compliment.
When he brought his mouth to me again while spreading me with his fingers, I pushed myself forward, into the feeling. Brooks went with it, sucking my clit into his mouth a bit too hard before releasing and licking me gently.
“Fuck, Brooks,” I groaned. My hands found purchase in his hair again, making me feel like I was in control when I really wasn’t.
“Yes, fuck me,” I half begged, half demanded as his two fingers circled my entrance.
“Whatever you need, honey.”
Bringing his fingers to his mouth, he coated them in his saliva before spearing me easily. I cried out as he did; he was stretching me more than I expected. So he slowed down, working them in and out of me, his tongue still circling my clit.
“God, you’re so good at that,” I moaned.
His chuckle against my clit sent some delicious vibrations everywhere. “Anything for you.”
I looked down at him. Those intense blue eyes were looking right at me, and it felt as if he was looking through me. As if he could see my deepest secret. As if he knew I had to let him down eventually.
Anything for you.
Did he mean more than just this moment?
Before I could spiral, Brooks curled his fingers, easily finding my G-spot.
“Fuck,” I cried as he did it again and again, bringing me close to the edge.
I watched as one of his hands moved down, rubbing over his clothed cock, seeking relief, and a small smirk touched my lips.
“Is eating me out turning you on that much?”
He nodded.
“Do you want to play with yourself?” I asked.
He nodded once more.
“I need words, baby. Tell me what you need.”
He pulled away from me, a string of saliva hanging in the air between us for a moment before disappearing. Even something that simple was hot.
“I want to touch my cock,” he said, his eyes looking so round and pleading.
“Good boy. Now let me watch.”