Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Kassie
The wind tickled my bare back. I smiled, snuggling my face into the pillow further, only to realize if I felt the cool air, it meant that someone was gone. Atlas wasn't there to offer me warmth.
I turned over, seeing that the sun was already halfway across the sky.
Of course he would have left; this was supposed to be a dream.
Flipping the covers over, I checked for any remnants of the copious amount of come that might have been left behind.
I was mostly clean, but it was easy to tell the job had been poorly done.
I could feel places on my stomach where it had dried against my skin.
My underwear, shorts, and stockings were gone too. My bra was the only thing remaining.
He was the worst at trying to pretend this was a dream. Was he trying to get caught? I smiled and reached for my phone.
I wondered if he had tried to text me, to ask how my night was. He wasn’t very familiar with cell phones. When I first gave him my number, he told me he didn’t text much.
Who doesn’t know how to text? For someone who appeared very human-like, he doesn’t know how to text?
I frowned in disappointment when I saw only a text message from the morning before. It was a tree emoji, a heart, and lips. Once he figured out the little pictures, he hadn’t stopped using them. I had to figure out what they meant half the time, because most of the time they didn’t make any sense.
Atlas probably thought the same of me because I once sent the “okay” hand sign with a finger pointing into the hole. He left it on read for a good five minutes before asking what that meant.
The eggplant was the funniest one.
Atlas: What does the eggplant mean?
Kassie: Eggplant means dick. Everyone uses it for that.
Atlas: ???
Atlas: But a dick doesn’t look anything like an eggplant. Dicks look more like carrots than any other vegetables.
Kassie: ROTFL I didn’t make it up, someone else did.
Atlas: Someone doesn’t know their vegetables, or someone did not know what a male appendage looks like. How would a female be able to insert that monstrosity into their…
Kassie: Carefully? The vagina can be stretched, you know. Winky face
I swung my legs over the side of the bed, stretching out like a cat who'd spent too long napping in the sunlight.
The room was a mess. Clothes were strewn about as if a tornado had touched down in a thrift store.
I stumbled over to my dresser, digging out a clean pair of underwear and a ratty old t-shirt that had seen better days.
As I pulled the shirt over my head, I caught a whiff of something. It smelled like Atlas. That weird, woodsy scent that always clung to him, like he'd just rolled out of a forest. I pressed the shirt to my nose, taking a deep breath. It was comforting, in a strange way.
I made my way downstairs and padded out to the kitchen. The counter was a disaster: empty cups, a cereal box left open, an empty egg carton and a half gallon of milk. I sighed, filled the kettle with water and set it to boil.
This wasn’t like Harlow. Was she still sick?
I should probably help more. I’m a terrible roommate.
She usually kicked me out half the time, though, because this was her recording space…
While I waited, I leaned against the counter, scrolling through my phone. Nothing new from Atlas. I tapped out a quick message, thumbs flying over the keys.
Kassie: Dear Morning Wood. What is your schedule like today?
I hit send and stared at the screen, willing those little dots to appear. Nothing. I huffed, tossing the phone onto the counter. He was probably off chopping at a tree. Maybe I should bring him lunch.
I blinked. Either I had a severe case of déjà vu or… I had done that before.
The kettle whistled, and I poured the steaming water into a mug, dunking a tea bag in absentmindedly. I blew on the hot liquid, taking a tentative sip. It scalded my tongue, but I barely noticed. My mind was a million miles away, stuck on a certain someone who didn't know his emojis from his elbow.
Images flashed through my head. Seeing Atlas in the breakroom, the other Mothmen staring at me; then, dark, in my room, and gentle rubbing.
Fuck, I had forgotten how I ended up in my room. Did Atlas do that?
I wandered over to the living room, flopping down on the couch.
The TV remote was buried somewhere in the cushions, and I dug it out, turning on some mindless morning show.
I couldn't focus, though. All I could think about was Atlas.
His hands, his mouth, his utterly befuddled expressions when faced with modern technology.
I should try to figure out how I got to my room, but nothing made sense. Do Mothmen have the power to knock me out? Was it something else?
No offense to Atlas, but… he doesn’t seem the type to use magic, and if he did,… he might mess up a couple times.
A buzz from the kitchen made me jump. I rushed back in, grabbing my phone like a lifeline. A new message.
As much as I loved Harlow, I was not as excited to see her message light up the screen.
Harlow: Are you guys done? Can I come back into the house?
I lifted a brow and parted my lips. Excuse me?
Kassie: What do you mean, are we done?
I heard the front door unlock, and Harlow walked in with her night robe on. She had a silk cap on and a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. “Ugh, still smells in here. I’m going to have to light a candle.”
“What?” I let out a high-pitched squeal. “What do you mean, it smells?”
Harlow cocked a hip and put her hand on it. “You really can’t smell that? It smells like sex, mixed with a moldy forest and fungus. Not to mention the grunting last night. We’re going to have to soundproof the rooms, or I’ll need to get some noise-canceling headphones. Oh… and some nose plugs.”
Harlow walked past and began scrubbing the dishes, which was a bad sign. If she were scrubbing instead of loading the dishwasher, something was definitely bothering her.
“Harlow, no, please let me.”
Harlow paused and placed the dishes back. “I’m sorry, I’m not mad at you. It's something else that I can’t talk about. I am really happy for you, Kassie. The first male you are interested in. You have a princely moth charming after you.”
I frowned and stepped forward. “That isn’t what I am worried about right now. What about you?”
Harlow shook her head. “I really can’t say. Lips are locked almost literally. Tell me how your night was?”
I frowned. She was avoiding the question again. She ignored my begging and told me to share my story about yesterday and last night. I omitted the explicit details, but Harlow was very happy for me.
“Atlas has a dominant side, then, when he gets all super horny…” Harlow giggled.
I nodded. “Can’t wait until he really lets loose, you know? I don’t think he let it all go in the dream; doesn’t seem like his style.”
“I agree. Atlas seems like a male who likes consent,” Harlow agreed.
I helped Harlow clean the kitchen and continued to glance at my phone. Atlas still had not replied. He usually replied.
Was he regretting last night? He knows it was a dream sequence, to him at least, so why would he regret it?
Does he feel guilty?
I certainly didn’t. My mind was filled with what he’d done last night—how he touched me, how he wanted me. The way he said my name, like I was the one he wanted to eat, to devour, to taste. I wanted more of it, and I felt like I needed it now.
My pussy was already getting wet, my nipples hardening. I let out a shuddering breath, my knees weakening as I thought about his dick and those worm things that unraveled from him, tickling my clit and pushing into my body.
What’s wrong with me?
My knees weakened, and I caught myself on the counter.
“Kassie! What’s wrong?” Harlow caught me by my elbows, and I blinked rapidly.
“I need to see Atlas, right now,” I said huskily. “I need to tell him he needs to fuck me.”
Harlow reared her head back in surprise. “Excuse me? That’s pretty forward. I thought you were going to play this little game?”
I shook my head quickly. “No, I wanna be filled. I am so damn horny,” I whined as if I didn’t get dick, I could die.
Harlow looked around the room as if she would find an answer. “Maybe you are having trouble because your emotions are all over the place. Are you falling in love with him?”
I whimpered. “Do you get horny when you fall in love?”
Harlow shrugged. “I’ve never fallen in love, well, real love anyway. I’m not sure. Why don’t you go use a vibrator, see if you can calm yourself before you do something crazy? Crazy and horny don’t go well together.”
I nodded. That was the smart thing to do. I couldn’t do anything brash. We were still in the getting-to-know-you stage. Even if I were crazy about him, I couldn’t let him know that yet.
I was already doing things that crossed the line.
Stuffing my panties in his pocket was probably too much, but in shifter stories, they enjoy sniffing crotches. The way he was munching on my panties last night, I think it was a good idea.
Might have to buy more, though.
“I’m going to go upstairs…” My panties were far more than damp, they were wet. I felt like a cat going into heat.
Harlow followed behind me. “Do you need some help?”
Bless her heart, she was trying to help. It was the first thing that came out of her mouth. And the wrong thing, because when I turned around, she immediately wanted to take it back.
“Don’t think you want to help me with this. As much as I consider you my best friend, I don’t think I could look at you the same if you saw me flicking the bean.”
Harlow rolled her lips inward and blushed a pretty pink.
“Right, uh. I’m gonna get back to the dishes.” She scooted off, and I ran up the stairs and slammed the door. It was time to bring out the big guns for this.
I dug out my trusty vibrator from the chest on the other side of the desk.
I was a total hornball. I had all kinds of toys.
If I were going to wait to have sex with someone until the feelings were there, I’d make sure I had plenty of substitutes.
Porn, dildos, beads—you name it, I had it.
Some things technically needed a partner, but they looked interesting, so I bought them anyway.
I wondered if Atlas would be into it?
I shuffled through the chest and found my rose. I kicked off my underwear, letting it fly across the room. I didn't care where it landed… I had more important things on my mind.
I lay back on the bed. Atlas’s scent was still there; it was like he was almost with me.
I closed my eyes and let my mind drift back to him—his touch, his scent, everything about him.
I switched on the vibrator, the low hum filling the room.
I teased it along my thighs, imagining it was Atlas’s leg pushing me wide open, his cock brushing my skin as he explored my body.
God, I wanted him. The way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world. Like he wanted to devour me whole.
I slid the vibrator up higher, brushing it against my clit. A gasp escaped my lips, my back arching slightly. I could almost feel Atlas's hot dick brushing my clit, pulling me closer.
I wanted to feel those extra ridges he had, feel the bumps that gave me a jolt of pleasure each time…
I let the suction take over, let it pulsate over my clit. It was so swollen already I almost jumped out of my skin. My breath hitched, I was so close already.
It wasn't the same as Atlas, but it would do for now. I moved it up and down to try to make it feel the same as Atlas. Tried to remember the movements he made on my body.
I remembered his breath, his touch, the grunts.
Fuck.
I squeezed my nipple, and I crashed. The orgasm came and went… come and gone way too fast.
I lay there panting, my body humming. It was good, but not good enough. Not like Atlas. I switched off the vibrator, tossing it aside. I needed the real thing. I needed Atlas.
I needed sex.
Like now.
I sat up, my mind made up. I was going to see Atlas. I was going to tell him I knew it wasn't a dream, that I wanted him. I wanted him to fuck me, to make me his. I wanted all of him.
I jumped off the bed, digging out some clean clothes. I caught my reflection in the mirror. Flushed cheeks, bright eyes, a determined smile. I looked like a woman on a mission. A mission to get laid, but still.
I rushed downstairs, Harlow looking up from the now-spotless kitchen. "Kassie, are you okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face.
"Never better," I replied, grinning. "I'm going to see Atlas."
Harlow's eyes widened, but she didn't stop me. She just nodded, a small smile playing on her lips. “You sure?”
I nodded.
She looked me up and down. “You mean to tell me you finished that fast? Got dressed, came down here?” She pointed at the ground.
I dropped my shoulders in defeat. “Yes?”
Harlow smiled and shook her head. "All I got to say is, go get him, tiger."
I laughed, feeling lighter. I was going to get my man. Or my moth. Whatever. I was going to get laid, and that was all that mattered.