Chapter 13 A Very Good Morning
A Very Good Morning
Ansel
Oh my God. Oh my God!
I was naked in Pascal’s bed, wrapped in his arms. He was still asleep, and I didn’t dare move. I didn’t want to.
What he’d done to me… We’d had sex. Sex! Not, like, full-on, cock-in-hole sex, but I didn’t think I could consider myself completely virginal anymore. Not after he’d sucked me off and licked me, making me come over and over until I’d passed out.
That had been epic.
His tongue on my ass, in my hole, had been the best sensation I’d ever felt in my life.
I was addicted after the first try. Soft and wet but firm enough to stretch me and reach into me.
Teasing and tantalizing one second and bone-deep satisfying the next.
When could I ask him to do it again? Could I wake him up now and beg him?
Holy…
Wow.
The more awake I felt, the more aroused I was getting. Wasn’t it embarrassing?
He smelled so good, and he was so warm; his skin pressed against mine along my back, my thighs, my legs. I could feel the elastic band of his boxers against my ass cheek. But not his groin.
He’d told me he wouldn’t fuck me, but at some point, we’d do it, right? We were together now. One day, I’d feel his cock inside me. I wanted to see it. Maybe hold it in my hand. Could I suck it? Would I want to?
Pascal shifted, his arm tightening around my chest. My heart thumping faster, I stuck out my ass just a little. There. Something hard poked my ass cheek, right next to my crease. Excitement warring with nerves, I inched back a little more.
The thing was huge.
Groaning, Pascal rocked against me, then stilled, and his breathing evened out again.
His cock was now pressed against my thigh, only the thin cotton of his briefs separating it from my body.
I didn’t dare move.
How long was it? I couldn’t tell. I wanted to wiggle against it and feel the hardness slide between my ass cheeks.
I was getting wet and not like after a random sexy thought. This was a whole other level. My hole gradually loosened, tingling subtly. It was slippery even on the outside. With how relaxed I was, I couldn’t hold the slick in.
Should I be ashamed? I was so horny I was leaking.
Yes. I wanted to have sex with Pascal. Without a doubt. Maybe not right now—because that would make me nervous—but soon.
I lay still like a statue, letting it unfold in my head.
Closing my eyes, I let the fantasies flow unchecked.
He would tug his briefs down and hold me tight, my back to his chest. The tip of his cock would nudge my slick hole, and he’d push, forcing my ass to open.
It would hurt, but he’d soothe me with kisses on my neck.
He wouldn’t stop until he was inside me all the way, then he’d stay there.
I’d feel him everywhere. I’d be overfull, a little afraid, maybe uncomfortable, but then my body would slowly get used to him.
When he started moving, it would feel good. Even better than his tongue.
A hollow sensation grew inside me. More wetness trickled out between my ass cheeks, spreading along my crease.
Maybe I shouldn’t fantasize about this with Pascal right here, but now that I was in the middle of the daydream, I couldn’t make myself stop.
My slick would make everything feel good, so he’d slide in and out of me easily.
I’d come so hard my ass would clench tight around his cock.
He’d lose control and fuck me, grunting and growling.
He’d push in deep…a sting of pain…and another wave of pleasure washing it away…
I almost gasped when the fantasy of his cum coating my insides flooded my mind.
I wanted that. His cum. I wanted it as deep as I could get it.
His hand slid down my side and to my belly.
Was he waking up? His palm circled my lower stomach, and he kissed my nape.
“What are you thinking about, Ansel?”
Your cum in my hole when you deflower me. No way was I admitting to that.
“Morning,” I piped up.
“Good morning, love.”
He shuffled away a few inches and pushed on my shoulder, so I lay on my back next to him. The slippery wetness between my ass cheeks smeared around with the movement. He propped himself up on one elbow and studied me. I felt my cheeks heat.
“How are you?” His eyes were glinting with mischief.
Wet, aching, horny, ashamed. So horny.
He could tell, couldn’t he? I bit my lip. “I’m…great.”
He leaned in, his lips brushing my cheek. “I can smell your slick, Ansel,” he whispered into my ear, “and I can hear your heart.”
I groaned. The tone of his voice was enough to make me shiver.
He kissed a line from my ear to my chest until he found my nipple and took it between his lips. I nearly shot off the bed.
“It’s like a compulsion.” A teasing bite. “When you’re aroused, I need to make you come.”
Suddenly, my nipple was in his mouth. He pushed a hand between my legs and let out a deep growl when he found me dripping with slick. Busted.
His fingers circled my hole. I was writhing and moaning, begging him with my entire body.
One long finger breached me, and Pascal purred against my skin.
He pushed through the ring of muscle, grazing the ultra-sensitive tissue.
I whimpered. Only one finger. But it took over my senses, and I was lost, untethered, so acutely aware of the invasion that everything else ceased to exist. The finger curled, circled some magic button inside me, pumped in and out, and circled again.
The amount of slick I leaked was mortifying. I must be staining the sheet.
Pascal thrust his finger into me faster, his knuckles hitting my rim. The lewd smacking sound got drowned out by my groans. He rubbed the front wall of my hole, and I saw stars.
Just one finger, sawing in and out, faster, faster…
My mind went back to the fantasy of Pascal fucking me, of his cum filling me. The slide of his finger through my flesh was a promise of so much more. My nipple throbbed in his mouth, the sensation shooting down into my groin, all the way to the tip of my cock. I gripped my cock and squeezed it.
Aching all over, blind and helpless, I ground on Pascal’s finger, trying to get him deeper. My hole throbbed around him, clenching and releasing… I whined. Not enough. His finger, which had felt massive a minute ago, was too thin now. I craved to feel used, stretched, taken…
At the best possible moment, Pascal added a second finger and pushed, filling me up in one rough thrust of his hand.
The relief was indescribable. On a deep groan, I slumped, every muscle relaxing except for my rim, which spasmed erratically around Pascal’s fingers as my body worked to suck them in. He let go of my nipple and wrapped his mouth around my cockhead, sucking the cum out of me.
I relished the fullness. Without thinking about how it might seem, I reached down and grabbed his wrist. I held his fingers lodged inside me while he licked my flagging cock.
When the tingles dispersed, my grip on his hand loosened, and he pulled out of me slowly.
He folded my thighs to my chest and ran his tongue through my crease.
The first few licks were smooth, but then I felt the texture of his tongue.
He’d cleaned me up, lapping up all the slick my body had released.
Then he dipped his tongue inside me and tenderly kissed my rim, making me shiver with an aftershock.
He rose above me, so huge and magnificent. It felt as if he’d hypnotized me. He was all I could see. All I could think about.
Those emerald eyes, his rakish smirk, and his golden stubble. I’d never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than Pascal gazing at me with passion and mischief and ownership after he’d made me come.
From somewhere deep in my brain, an instinctual urge rose. Empty. I’m empty. Grab my legs, lift my hips, spread my ass. I fisted my hands, fighting it.
It became too much. How he made me feel, how much I already liked him, all the pleasure he’d given me… He was about to kiss me.
“I need to brush my teeth,” I blurted.
Pascal’s intense expression gentled. He chuckled and lay down next to me, sprawling on his back. He gazed at me, smiling.
“How are you, Ansel?”
“I’m…” Were there even words for this feeling? “No idea.” But I was smiling, unable to stop, this huge ball of energy growing inside me until it burst. I laughed. “Good?”
Pascal cupped my cheek, his inhumanly beautiful eyes roaming my face. Then he leaned in and pecked the tip of my nose. I exhaled with a mix of relief and disappointment.
“There are new toothbrushes in the cupboard under the sink and clean towels on the lower shelf. You can take the bathrobe. It should be on the hook on the door.”
I gave him a quick kiss on his cheek and scrambled off the bed. I hurried to the bathroom, my mind swirling.
Was I falling in love? Was this how it was supposed to feel? Because it made me giddy and terrified and exhilarated all at the same time.
Then I realized that Pascal had spent the entire evening and morning making me feel good, while I hadn’t done anything for him. I needed to fix that.
I wanted to see his cock.
Dragons mate for life. Have you forgotten about that?
No, I wasn’t going to think about that now. If it were true—and Pascal wouldn’t lie to me—I had the rest of my life to come to terms with it.
I grinned at myself in the mirror, my cheeks pink and eyes glistening. I felt free and alive but safe, which was a combination I’d never thought possible. Didn’t safety only come with restrictions and compromises? But Pascal was both entirely safe and the grandest, wildest adventure of my life.
When I exited the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe, my heart fluttered at the sight of him in only his underwear.
Lord, he was a beast. I’d seen him naked before, but I hadn’t looked properly, had I?
Now, I ate him up with my eyes, desire twisting my stomach as if I hadn’t just come my brains out.
Round muscles covered his shoulders and chest, but he didn’t look chiseled like a bodybuilder.
His body was that of a dangerous predator, honed by nature and not by hours at the gym.
He looked like he could crush boulders, and I felt so small facing him.
Why was that so hot? The front of his boxer briefs stretched over his massive erection, drawing my eyes.
He walked toward me, huge, dangerous, powerful, aroused…
but before I could reach for his cock, he swiftly kissed my temple and slipped past me.
“Just a minute.”
The scent drifting from his naked skin. The heat of his body.
I shuddered. Yes, I wanted him again. Or still.
What began as a secret fantasy was now gathering strength and swiftly becoming a need. I wanted Pascal to fuck me. Wrap that huge body around me and fill me up. Would it hurt? Why did that seem like a good thing? He was so big. If he put his cock into me, would my stomach bulge?
Fucking hell, I could see it. Tiny me on my hands and knees, Pascal hulking over me, his hips thrusting against my ass, my stomach distended…
For some insane reason, the Pascal in my mind had thorns on his head and wings like the dragon.
His tail swished through the air as he fucked me, and I came screaming, my cum jetting from my cock…
I realized I stood frozen in the middle of the room with my hand on my belly. I was hard again.
My overactive imagination was now fully invested in my budding sex life.
Oh Lord.
Well, better this than anxiety.
Could I distract myself somehow?
I went to the kitchen and drank some cold water.
Then I checked my phone. There was nothing from my parents, which made me suspicious, but I shoved those thoughts to the back of my mind, right next door to the mate thing.
I didn’t want to think about anything complicated and life-altering.
I was horny and excited. I only wanted to think about Pascal.
I gave up on distraction and let my mind wander back to those boxer briefs stretching over his cock.