Chapter 12
Lacey
Oh my God. His penis is like, holy shit. Fuck.
It’s actually kind of sinking in now that the guy I’ve been flirting with is definitely not human.
Like I don’t know what that meant to me before: the wings, the tail, fangs, and golden eyes.
He acted and talked just like any person I’d met before, really, it all looked so human. But he’s really, really, not.
My legs still feel a little like jelly as I lean against the shower tile, perching on the ledge that I usually just use to shave. Now it’s the ledge that Ellis fingered me on, and I’m going to think about that every time I shower in here.
I didn’t quite finish before; my leg muscles just decided to stop working. News to me, I’ve never tried to stand up and have an orgasm before.
And now I’m sitting here, Little Miss Maybe Would Fuck a Monster But Doesn’t Know For Sure Until The Opportunity Arrives.
I glance back up at him, trying to conceal my apprehension, when I catch Ellis watching my expression closely. He tilts his head back with that slight fanged smile, clearly pleased that I’m wowed by his equipment. I guess that’s a valid interpretation.
I try not to stare, because, oh my God. I can’t be, like, rude about it. The last thing I want him to think is that I’m weirded out by his package.
But I am freaking out a little.
I’ve been staring at it maybe a beat too long to just be wowed, I guess, because he touches my face, startling me out of my reverie.
Looking up at Ellis again, he raises his brows at me, a hint of concern creeping into his expression. He brushes a thumb over my cheek and says, “It’s been a long day, if you want to go lie down. I can finish up in here.”
How is he going to say that to me with his dick hard and leaking pre-cum right at my eye level?
Not to mention, I want to pleasure him too. I mean, if I can figure out how. The hard-looking ridges are really throwing me off.
I swallow, and lean into his touch, laying a kiss on the palm of his hand. “I’m good.”
I let out a soft laugh, despite myself. I may be winding myself up. I mean, I still want to try to ride him. I want to see what that feels like, even though there’s a possibility our bodies aren’t actually compatible that way. What if there’s just too much going on there that it won’t work?
Maybe I need to come to terms that this is happening. There’s been something happening between us since he first kidnapped me, and I can’t keep moving into it and pretending I’m not.
I run a hand up his muscled thigh, tugging him closer to me. Alright, I’ve got this.
He holds very still as I trace down his shaft, wrapping a hand around it the best I can.
It’s so much thicker than I expected. It’s huge. It lives in that realm between that boyfriend in college you thought had a pretty solidly large dick, and those cartoonishly massive dildos that are a little too intimidating to try.
Not to mention, it just plain doesn’t look like a regular penis.
There’s a series of ridges down the sides, something scale-like, almost geometric, but they aren’t sharp against my fingers.
Still, that’s a lot more texture than regular old “ribbed for your pleasure.” And, like, I’m not exactly sure how circumcision would work on his tackle, but the very top looks clearly uncircumcised, a bulbous, pinkish tip peeking out from darker blue foreskin.
The flushed pink tip has a slightly different feel than the rest of his dark blue shaft, I find, skimming my tongue over it.
A rough noise catches in his throat at the touch, making me smile as I drag my mouth down the length of it. The heady scent of his skin, the softness of his skin here, this much is familiar. Velvet wrapped steel, indeed.
I take my time teasing him a little, licking down the length, exploring all the little ridges. His tail flicks behind him as I take him deeper in my mouth, stroking whatever else I can’t fit. Ellis’s free hand gathers my hair away from my face as the water tries to bring it forward.
Mouthful of dick, I steal a glance up at him. The cords of his neck are straining, his chest heaving with each labored breath.
His hips buck suddenly, and he braces a forearm against the shower wall, letting out a groan as I pull back and swirl my tongue around his tip.
“Lacey,” he says through gritted teeth, his voice breaking on my name.
With another hard suck, I pull off him. “Yes?”
He looks at me through his long lashes, heat in his eyes, breathing ragged. He closes his eyes and gives his head a little shake. He keeps saying my name like he means to tell me something, but he never voices whatever it is.
My body has apparently had enough time between almost climaxing and now to decide the thought of his weird dick in me is the only thing I want for the foreseeable future.
I think it was just a moment of nearly-post orgasm clarity, the same as all those times you look at the filth you were turning the pages one handedly on and wonder how you were so deeply into it a moment ago.
“I want you in me,” I tell him breathlessly.
He meets my eyes again with a flash of that corner-mouth smile that makes the butterflies now living in my stomach do an encore flight. “Who am I to deny you anything?”
I don’t know what my thought is; that after that declaration we’re just going to towel off and go to my bed, but Ellis has something else in mind apparently.
He comes down on a knee before me, wet hair framing his face. Strong, well-shaped hands part my legs, and I barely register what he intends to do before he threads his arms under me, before the world moves.
It’s such a breathless display of how strong he is, like gravity barely matters to him. I keep forgetting that he can toss me around like a ragdoll if he wants. My hands scramble to catch around his shoulders, but it’s unnecessary.
Gripping my thighs, he balances me between himself and the thick glass of the window, the back of my knees settle over the crook of his elbows. The position spreads my legs wide, bearing my needy cunt open for him.
My shoulders press against the one-way glass, chilled against my skin, despite the hot water showering over us.
I swallow, catching a glimpse of his sharp lower teeth before he presses a gentle kiss to my mouth.
I gasp into it as his fangs nip and tug at my lower lip, and his tongue follows over every sharp touch with a soothing sweep.
His tongue is different from any human’s, there’s something slightly sandpaper-y about the way it feels, bringing more sensation to every part of my mouth it touches.
We’ve kissed before, but I don’t know that any of those meant quite the same thing as this one does. I sink into this one, almost forgetting that he has me folded up against the window as an immobilized pretzel.
I watch water run down his neck, caressing his collarbone, tracing the definition of his arms and torso.
Against myself, I look down between us. The pink tip of his cock, fully engorged past its foreskin, peeks out between our bodies. I feel the entire hard shape of his cock intimately nestled against my folds, and then it twitches.
My core aches to be filled, I nearly moan at how empty it feels. I trail a hand down over his taut abdomen. A muscle tenses in his jaw as he adjusts our position and lifts me just enough to poise his tip at my entrance.
He lowers me onto his dick, every fraction of an inch more I take inside me, teasing the line between too much and exactly enough.
When I finally feel the corner of his hipbone pressing against my inner thigh, he moves his hips experimentally, bouncing me a little. The friction is good and for a second, I think I might survive this.
The thrust he gives sends me a few inches into the air. I land hard against his hips with a little cry.
I feel his cock twitch hard inside me, a flicker of liquid heat against all the other sensations as he comes, even as he keeps stroking into me.
I heave a sigh, thinking we’re done. Ellis groans, his voice bouncing off the tile with mine, and reverberating through his body against my back.
But he keeps going. Sometimes he slows his pacing for a couple purposeful, hard thrusts, before he grips my ass and keeps rocking into me.
And every time, I feel his cock release another hot spurt into me.
Is he just coming every time he strokes into me?
There’s just so much of it, dripping down my thighs every time he pulls out, then it’s filling me again when he thrusts back in.
I don’t know why it turns me on, but it does, a burst of sensuality in my pussy, zinging through my body.
I like that he’s coming so much for me; that he can’t seem to stop.
Then one of the times he strokes into me, he suddenly goes deeper than he had before.
I didn’t think it was possible to make me moan and whine uncontrollably, cartoonishly and indulgent, but the amount of stimulation I’m taking in, it’s all I’m capable of.
I feel, distantly, that I’m being played like an instrument, as he sits me on his lap, leaning me back against the glass as his washboard stomach tenses with each thrust, a perfect view of his throat as those strong forearms and all the angular lines in his wrists pluck at my most sensitive places.
I unravel. I can feel it build for the last few strokes, and then it just tips over the edge. He slams a scream out of me, my pussy convulsing fast and tight around his monster cock.
He fucking growls as he stiffens and slows.
If I thought he was coming before, I was wrong. Apparently he was just getting wet for me.
The burst, the flood, the reckoning of jizz that unleashes inside me is something I could not have predicted.
The heavy stream of it is steady for several more thrusts, and it pours out of me each time he withdraws, only to plug up more within me.
I have no doubt he’s entirely painted my uterus with his fucking seed.
Ellis leans heavily against me and the window, letting go of one of my legs so my foot can drop down.
He nearly collapses into me, still hard cock trapped between us, the tip of his dick nestled within my folds, not entirely pulled out.
I whimper as another load of cum, hot and thick, pulses over my hyper-sensitive clit.
If I thought my bones were jelly before, well, there’s barely enough left for me now to make a graceful descent to the shower floor. We both end up sitting on the ground, panting, slowly disentangling one limb at a time.
I’m not able to move after that. But he’s the one that goes out flying all the time; I’m not surprised that winded me when he’s still going.
I think about the pint of jizz he just fucked into me, and my body has the audacity to be turned on by the thought of it. The pulse of arousal is almost painful against my over-sensitive bud. Against the aftershocks of my orgasm, it makes me whimper.
Actually, it’s better that this happened in the shower. Even if I can’t just roll over into a nice soft bed and instantly fall asleep, it beats having to clean all this up later.
Eventually, we’re going to have to get up and towel off. The water might run cold first. I still haven’t actually put conditioner in my hair yet, and I’m at a level of exhaustion where I don’t think I will. I’ll just have dry, stringy hair.
Ellis pulls me into his lap, his body a soft refuge for mine against all the tile.
I kiss him again, desperate to take each one I can, greedy for his mouth, his focus. My tongue sweeps over the tips of his teeth, finding the sharp, pronounced canines that frame his smile.
“Lacey,” he groans into my mouth. There it is again, my name and nothing else, the feeling of something just withheld.
I want him to just tell me what’s on his mind, what he’s thinking. I want to know if this is as earth shattering for him as it is for me.
I don’t know if it’s possible to have a loosely defined, not really sure where these feelings are leading, sort of relationship with someone like him.
It’s not like he’s going to take me out on dates and go for long walks through the park and shake my father’s hand when I bring him home to Idaho to meet my family.
I can’t help but think about everyone out there looking for him, and it’s just my body and this glass between them and him.
For just this moment, I have him all to myself.