Chapter 2
After dinner, Jonas tells us he has to go into the office, so Henry and I decide to watch a movie. We land on a superhero movie that’s almost three hours long, and I fall asleep a third of the way in. I wake with my head in his lap when the credits are already rolling.
“Gosh, I’m sorry,” I say, pushing to sit up.
Henry just smiles, like if I hadn’t woken up, he would have stayed there all night with my head in his lap. “That’s okay. It was a big day for you. Why don’t you go get some sleep?”
I nod and move down the hallway toward my room.
As I pass, I see that one of the other bedroom doors is open.
It’s the only other room in this hallway, so the other bedroom must be behind the kitchen.
I don’t know whose room this is, but I peek inside, my eyes going to the perfectly made bed and the plants along the windowsill.
My stomach goes warm at the sight of it. I think I really like these guys. I think I really like it here.
I shut myself inside my bedroom and get dressed for bed, wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and my underwear.
I turn out the lights and throw back the covers.
When I crawl under the blanket though, I realize that nap did me dirty.
I’m wide awake now, my eyes glued to the sheet on the wall.
In the light of the moon, it looks like a hazy waterfall.
I don’t know how long I lay there before my door quietly creaks open.
I push up onto my elbows and watch Henry come inside.
He shuts the door gently and turns, finding me awake on the bed.
He’s not wearing anything but a pair of boxer briefs, and when I think he’ll stop at the foot of the bed, he keeps coming, crawling on all fours until he’s hovering over me, his arms and legs bracketing my body.
My breath puffs out of me, and my nipples immediately go hard. Having him over me like this, blocking out everything else, is intoxicating.
“I wouldn’t normally do this,” he says, lowering himself until he’s close enough for his lips to brush mine.
I honestly wasn’t entirely sure how this was going to go, what with him having a snout and everything, but he tilts his head, and his breath huffs out against my lips.
“I know you’re very tired,” he whispers, “and I know we’re still getting to know each other, but I need you.
” Instead of kissing my mouth, he bends and kisses my jaw, making me gasp, and then lower, until he’s leaving a trail down my neck. “Is this okay?”
“Yes,” I breathe out. My whole body is reacting to him, and I desperately want to spread my legs and let him settle between them, but he’s still holding himself above me.
When he pulls away and looks down at me, his face mostly covered in shadow, I just stare right back.
I can’t believe how safe I already feel with him.
“You’re so damn pretty,” he says, and before I have a chance to answer, he kisses me.
My hands immediately go up into his fur, clutching handfuls of it behind his neck.
He finally lowers himself, and I’m able to open my legs and let him settle between them.
When I feel the thick, hard weight of him press against me, I gasp.
I’m not stupid. I knew he was going to be big, that they both would be, but there’s something so different about knowing it and feeling the evidence of it rocking against you. Not that I think it’ll be a problem. I’m so wet already that I can feel the squelch of my own juices in my underwear.
As he kisses me, he shoves my t-shirt up and palms my breasts, making me squirm. He breaks away from me and takes one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking hard on it and then nipping at it gently.
I don’t realize I’m moaning pretty loudly until Henry pushes up onto his knees and smiles down at me. “Oh, I’m definitely going to like all your little noises,” he says, pulling my underwear down my legs.
Maybe it’s because I literally moved into this apartment with Henry and Jonas for the sole purpose of having sex with them, but this doesn’t feel weird at all.
I’ve never been overly fond of having sex with strangers, just because I get tired of either having to live without an orgasm or having to take the time to explain my pleasure to a new man, but this doesn’t feel like having sex with a stranger. It just feels…nice.
Henry hooks his hands under my knees and shoves my legs up and apart, staring down at the space between my legs until I want to close my legs for fear that he doesn’t like what he sees.
Would he like me better if I was a minotaur, too?
But the ad asked specifically for a human. Was that his preference or Jonas’s?
He licks his lips, and I shiver as he lowers his face between my legs.
He licks a stripe up the center of me, and I immediately reach down to hold onto his horns, hoping for some kind of leverage as he starts to eat me.
And that’s what it feels like, like he’s slurping and sucking at something delicious.
I writhe against his face, my hips bucking shamelessly. His tongue is so big that when he licks me from hole to clit, it covers almost all of me. He swirls his tongue around my clit, and I keen, digging my feet into the mattress.
Henry goes up on his knees, licking his lips as he looks at me. “You taste amazing,” he says. “I have to make sure you’re ready for me.”
I bite my lip. “Are you very big?” In the dark, I can’t see his bulge, can’t see how big and hard he is in his pants.
He doesn’t answer, but a sly smile spreads across his mouth. He strokes me with his fingers, sliding low until he’s hooked two of them inside me. He plunges in and out of me, and in the silence of the room, I can hear how wet I am, the sound of my wetness as his fingers pump into me.
“I’m wet enough,” I whine, but Henry doesn't miss a beat.
“Is someone eager?” he asks with amusement in his voice.
“Yes,” I gasp as his fingers bend, finding my G-spot and rubbing hard at the same time that he sucks hard at my clit. I shoot off, clawing at the sheets as I’m hit with an orgasm so hard that my ears ring.
I go limp, all of my limbs tingling as I watch Henry stand at the edge of the bed, shoving down his boxer-briefs. When his thick, heavy cock pops out like a Jack-in-the-box, my mouth falls open. I have no idea how the hell that’s going to fit inside me, even with how wet and swollen I am.
Henry kneels between my legs and gently strokes the skin of my hip. “Don’t worry, baby girl. We’re going to make it fit.”
A little sound of worry makes it out of me because I’m too hesitant to find words. I’ve fantasized about this very moment so many times, even knowing that a minotaur dick would be unreasonably huge. But humans do this every day. I know I’ll be able to. I just need to relax.
“Your body is made for me,” Henry says in a gentle voice.
“You’re going to feel so good around me.
” As he says it, he tucks the head of his cock against me, pushing just enough to let the tip slip into me.
Maybe I should have prepared for this. I should have invested in some extra large dildos or something like that.
The last guy I slept with had to have been half the size of Henry, at the very least.
Henry groans as he begins to sink into me, his mouth falling open, and when I see the look of pleasure on his face, I swear another wave of wetness floods me. It’s so fucking hot.
“That’s it,” he says, pulling back and easing back in, slipping a few inches deeper. “Relax for me. I promise you can do it.”
I reach down and grasp his hands where they’re clutching my hips. He’s got me half-lifted off the bed, like he’s trying to impale me on him, and the idea that he’s using me to get himself off makes every sensation in my body heighten further.
And just like that, he slips all the way into me, until his body is flush against mine, and we’re both breathing heavily.
I feel torn in two. I feel like he’s going to burst right out of my mouth.
I’m stretched so far for him, and it’s so good that my skin feels electrified, the way it always does when I’m doing something in bed that it feels like I shouldn’t, like the first time I had anal or the first time I let a girl touch my breasts.
I can’t even move. All I can do is focus on breathing as lowers himself on top of me, wrapping himself around me so completely that it’s like being draped in a blanket. “Are you okay?” he asks, his words labored.
I nod. “Yes. Very, very okay. Can you please fuck me now?”
I feel the curve of his smile against my neck just before he pulls out and thrusts back into me. I feel overwhelmed with sensation. Every time he slides back into me, and his pelvis grinds against my clit, his balls slap against my asshole, and his cock stretches me to my limit.
I don’t realize I’m screaming in pleasure until Henry chuckles and says, “It’s a good thing Jonas isn’t home. He definitely wouldn’t have been able to sleep with you making all that noise.”
I want to ask why Jonas isn’t here, why he ran off as soon as the sun went down. Isn’t he supposed to be a part of this? But instead, I press my mouth to Henry’s and let him rail me into oblivion.
He’s relentless. I have one and then two and then three more orgasms, my whole body spasming and my pussy clenching painfully, before he finally starts groaning low in his throat.
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me as he finishes inside me.
I feel his cum start to spill out of me almost as fast as he’s pumping it in.
These sheets are going to be absolutely ruined.
When he pulls out of me, what’s left of his cum gushes onto the bed.
Part of the interview process was providing Henry and Jonas with negative test results, and seeing as how they’re going to make sure my birth control is always paid for, I’m never going to have to tolerate a condom with my two bulls.
I don’t even know if they make condoms big enough for them. They have to, right?
Henry collapses onto the mattress and wraps his arms around me. “Was that good for you?” he asks, pulling me tight against him, my back to his front. “Are you satisfied?”
I laugh. “Were the four orgasms not a good indicator of my satisfaction?”
He presses his snout into the crook of my shoulder. “I’ve known females who needed a dozen or more before feeling satiated.”
He must be talking about minotaur females. If he tried to wring a dozen orgasms out of me in one session, I would probably pass out.
“I’m very satisfied,” I murmur, already halfway to unconsciousness.