Chapter 13 Julie
I took one last breath of steamy air and stepped out of the bathroom, happy to be all clean again.
The towel clung to my skin, damp and too thin, as I stood there staring at my big, red demon alien.
Grtirr was sprawled on the bed, his golden eyes dark and heavy-lidded, his chest rising and falling in slow, controlled breaths.
His cock was still half-hard, glistening in the dim light, and his fingers were curled around it.
My pulse was pounding in my ears, and I had to bite my lip just to stop myself from making a sound. Somewhere in the back of my head a little voice told me to run, but I stood rooted in place. I couldn’t run. I couldn’t even look away.
All I could do was stand there and watch Grtirr fist his massive monster cock.
It stood thick and proud, jutting out in front of him like a weapon built for pleasure.
The head was wide and flared, perfect for stretching me open, but it was the ridges that made my mouth water.
They twisted up the shaft in a thick spiral, like someone had crossed an ice cream cone with a unicorn horn and then turned it into a cock.
And god help me, I wanted to lick it. Or ride it. Maybe both.
The muscles in his arms and thighs were tense. His tail flicked against the sheets, restless, and the sight of it made my belly tighten. I had never seen anything so obscene. Or so freaking hot.
His body was built for raw power, his skin marked with the faint scars of battles he’d fought and survived.
The way his hand had moved over himself—slow at first, then faster, rougher—was burned into my memory.
His muscles flexed, and his jaw clenched when he came.
His lips parted just enough to let out a low, guttural sound that sent a jolt straight between my legs.
I watched, transfixed, as thick ropes of his seed spurted out onto his washboard abs.
Slowly, his eyes opened and met mine. I swallowed hard, my fingers tightening on the edge of the towel.
Realizing I had my fingers at the entrance of my pussy, I snatched my hand away.
He hadn’t even noticed me at first. He’d been too lost in his own head, in the fantasy of me.
And now that he was looking at me, really looking at me, I had no idea what to do.
“You can use the shower now. It’s my turn to watch you and touch myself.” I almost choked on my own words. Where had those come from?
He let out a feral growl, and his next words had me so turned on I couldn’t believe I didn’t just jump him right then and there. “You never need to touch yourself while I’m here. It is my job, my right, to take care of you in every way I can.”
He reached for me, but I forfeited my towel to get away. I grabbed the second towel and started drying my hair with it, trying to act all nonchalant.
I didn’t dare turn around again until I heard the shower turn on.
The water ran in steady streams, the sound muffled by the glass.
Grtirr stood under the spray, his back to me, his broad shoulders flexing as he scrubbed his hands over his skin.
The muscles in his back shifted with every movement, the ridges of his spine tapering down to the firm curve of his ass.
His tail swayed lazily behind him, the tip brushing against the tile in a way that made my fingers twitch to touch it.
I should turn around and give him some privacy. But I couldn’t
Instead, I sat on the edge of the bed where he’d been just minutes before, the sheets still warm from his body.
The heat of it seeped into my skin, and the scent of him, spicy, earthy, and primal, clung to the fabric.
I inhaled, my breath ragged as my fingers trailed down my body.
I bit my lip, my thighs pressing together as I imagined him above me, his weight pinning me down, his mouth on mine.
My hand slid between my legs, the towel falling open.
I was already wet, my body aching for something more than my own touch.
I imagined it was Grtirr. His thick fingers, his hot mouth, his majestic cock filling me.
My breath came faster as I thrust two fingers inside myself, my thumb circling my clit.
The pressure built, but it wasn’t enough. It was never enough.
I needed more.
The bed dipped, and my eyes sprang open. Grtirr was there, his naked body caging mine, his skin wet from the shower.
“Fuck, Julie. What are you doing to me?”
I pressed my palms to his muscular chest. I should tell him now, I should… but the tip of his cock nudged at my pussy, and I bucked my hips instead, forcing him in a fraction of an inch. The sounds we both made were ones of lost control as hormones flooded our senses.
“Tell me to stop now.” The syllables sounded more like growls than words.
He held the thick head of his cock poised at my entrance. His pheromones had gone wild. And I with it. I didn’t want him to stop. Hell no! I was crazy with need, and I wanted it all.
“No,” I whimpered. “Don’t stop. Please. I… I need… I need.”
That was all it took.
“Fuck!” The strained word was my only warning as he thrust into me, his control shattered.
His hips snapped forward, burying his cock into my sopping-wet pussy. His spiraled ridges stretched me, each one catching against my walls in a way that made my vision blur with white-hot pleasure. A ragged scream escaped my lips as I dug my nails into his shoulder.
“Julie!” My name tore from his throat as he pushed deeper, those twisted ridges dragging against my most sensitive spots, rubbing against every nerve. He growled, his golden eyes burning into mine, his breath hot against my skin.
I could feel every inch of him. The thick base stretched me wide, the swollen head pressed deeper than I ever thought possible, and those ridges— Fuck, those ridges!
My hips rolled desperately, a counterpoint to his punishing rhythm.
The wet, obscene sounds of our bodies meeting filled the room, mixing with the low, guttural growls vibrating from his chest and my breathy moans.
He shifted his angle just slightly, and suddenly, every ridge was hitting that perfect spot inside me, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through my fingers and toes. My muscles clenched around him as I chased the precipice, my body wound so tight I thought I might shatter.
“Grtirr,” I gasped.
“Come for me, my little mate. Be a good girl and come for me.”
His golden eyes locked onto mine, his lips curling back in a feral snarl as he pounded into me. Then I was at the edge, crashing into oblivion.