Chapter 9
9
Palmer
“ P almer,” a voice said.
Feeling groggy, I burrowed my head further into the pillow. It wasn’t as soft as it should have been. I started to wake, not sure where I was.
“Palmer, I don’t want you to wake up in the morning with a crick in your neck,” Gatlin whispered, his hand carding through my hair.
I opened my eyes in the dim light. Gatlin was leaning over me, propped on one arm with a knee on the couch.
I didn’t let myself think as I raised my hand and caressed his face. Warmth pooled in my chest when his eyes fluttered closed and he leaned into my hand. My heart tumbled more towards that forbidden feeling when he turned and tenderly kissed my palm.
My intake of breath was sharp, arousal uncurling in my stomach alongside the persistent hunger. I had already fed from him today, so perhaps I should have asked before snaking my hand around his neck and pulling him down on top of me.
It was always a curious sensation, a lover on top. I loved the feel of his body touching mine.
“Palmer,” he murmured, leaning in and kissing me gently, as if sipping on the flavor.
I wasn’t used to gentleness. That is not how I was accustomed to feeding, and yet his gentle exploration of my lips was more erotic than anything I had experienced in a long time. I lost myself in our deepening kisses, Gatlin’s thigh in between my legs, making me feel like I did in my youth. I rolled my hips, seeking friction.
The gray sweatpants had given me a rough idea of what he was working with, but now I could feel his erection, thick and firm against my hip. It made me eager to become acquainted with all of him, however he’d let me.
He pulled the neck of my sweater down easily—five fucking stars for the functional, off-the-shoulder design—and his mouth traveled down, hot and achingly slow, towards my breasts. The clever man found the front closure on my demi bra and popped the clasp, freeing my breasts from the confines. I shimmied my shirt down to my waist and threaded my fingers back in his hair, gasping when he laved his tongue over my nipple while his hand traced maddening circles around the other areola. I squirmed as the lace panties I wore flooded with desire, making the friction of the soft lace trapped between my clit and his thigh delicious. I moaned when he finally put his mouth on the previously teased peak.
He lifted his head, his eyes connecting with mine, dark with lust. “I love the sounds you make. Fuck, Palmer, let me taste you, please?”
I nodded, and he smirked.
“I need your words, baby,” he teased, diving down and sucking on the underside of my breast, the sensation sending a zing of pleasure to my core.
“I want you to taste me,” I commanded and begged in the same breath, sitting up and pulling his face back up to mine for a scorching kiss.
“I want to feel you,” he replied as he pulled back and devested me of my sweater. “Your skin is so…” He leaned in, biting me at the crook of my neck. I groaned and went limp as his teeth closed around a mouthful of flesh.
He released me, licking the tender spot, and I took in a shuddering breath, so fucking heated, I felt like I was combusting. He sat back and pulled his Henley over his head, revealing his cut torso, and my heart sped up faster at seeing all of his skin on display.
“I understand what you mean,” I said, reverently trailing my fingers down his pecs, over a rosy nipple, and down his stomach, which flexed at my exploration. My fingers continued their travels, and his eyes drifted closed, only to snap open again when my hand ghosted along his rigid cock. I met his molten gaze with one of my own, marveling at the impressive feel of him through the fabric.
He tugged my yoga pants down, and I helped him, kicking the unnecessary fabric away. Gatlin leaned down, peppering kisses along the band of my boy shorts before peeling them off and sliding his fingers in between my folds.
He moaned, “You are so wet,” and it felt like praise as he circled my clit, making my hips rise to the occasion. We hadn’t yet discussed my biological differences. I wasn’t sure we’d even make it that far, but thank the gods, like human women, I also had a clitoris.
He stopped and I keened, so keyed up from his attention, I ached at the loss.
“Shhh,” he crooned, spreading my thighs wide and licking me from my core to clit.
Then he feasted.
My hands dove into his hair, the soft curls giving me a hold as I tugged and gasped as he devoured me. He growled, frenzied, putting in such precise enthusiasm that I was overcome with a wave of pleasure that had my toes curling. I moaned low as he circled the opening to my slick channel before sliding a thick finger inside. He took the next obstacle in stride, meeting little resistance as he pushed past the first tight ring in my vagina. Boo Hags had a band of muscles that performed like a cock ring, an evolutionary necessity to prolong our mate’s pleasure. Staving off his orgasm was vital while we rode, collecting lifeforce. Gatlin added a second digit, then a third, the stretch closer to what I craved. His curled fingers easily found the raised skin along the concentric rings my species had inside, the equivalent of a human woman’s G spot; pumping and twisting, he hit every single raised area. Intense pleasure had me calling out as he mercilessly stroked my core. I hurtled towards my orgasm, cresting when he sucked on my clit so hard, I saw stars. I came, my vaginal walls clenching hard around his digits.
“Holy God, the way you are milking my fingers,” he praised, slowly sliding them in and out as I came down from my orgasm.
I panted, trying to catch my breath from what we just did.
Gatlin kneeled back, one hand caressing my stomach while he sucked his fingers clean of my release.
Why is that so fucking sexy?
He kissed my chin, then captured my lips, the kiss long and tasting of my arousal.
He drew back. “That was the hottest––”
I didn’t let him finish. “Oh, pet,” I purred, pushing him back onto the couch in the opposite direction. “Don’t talk like that was it. If you’ll let me, I’d like to return the favor.”
“You don’t have to—” he began.
“Did you enjoy pleasuring me?” I asked, slinking up his body and straddling his waist.
“Yes,” he said without hesitation.
My heart beat a little faster. “I’m glad. So why deny me the same pleasure?”
He thought about that for a bit, and I waited patiently, prepared to get dressed if that was what he preferred.
“I’m… big,” he stated, and I quirked my head to the side, wondering where he was going with that.
“I’ve never had— never come in someone’s mouth before. My last few girlfriends said I was too big, and we always…” He trailed off.
“Can I try?” I asked, fairly confident I could give him the experience he lacked. I’ve given a minotaur fellatio; now that had been a challenge .
He nodded, and I raised my brows.
“Yes, you can try,” he agreed.
I reached back and gave his dick a squeeze before rising up so he could take off his clothes.
He stood and took off his sweats, revealing a pair of blue boxer briefs.
“May I?” I asked, gently running a finger under the band.
“Yes,” he whispered before kissing me. I shimmied his shorts down until they fell of their own accord. We stood there kissing while he stepped out of his boxers. I loved the feeling of us, skin-to-skin.
Well, almost skin-to-skin . I pushed that thought away and focused on making this experience good for him. “Why don’t you sit?” I suggested, giving him a light push. He fell onto the couch, smirking, his thick cock slapping his abs.
I licked my lips. Grabbing a pillow for comfort, I tossed it to the floor and sank down on my knees. I massaged his balls with one hand while stroking up his shaft with the other. “Is there anything I need to be aware of? Dislikes?”
“No.” His hands flexed on the couch cushions as I stroked his length.
"Excellent,” I praised, licking and sucking on the mushroom-shaped tip. He was thick, thicker than most of the human men I’d had, and long, but not an impossible length. I wrapped my lips around his cock, making sure to make a bit of a mess going down, and he groaned as his hands flew into my hair. Gods, I loved it when partners pulled my hair during oral. I took him all the way down, my nose just a breath away from touching his pelvis, before hollowing my cheeks on the way up. Gatlin hissed, and I hummed around his cock as I really got to work. Squeezing his balls and going down on him, I felt his tip get closer and closer to the back of my throat.
I went down one more time before releasing his penis with a pop. “Gatlin, I want you to fuck my mouth,” I told him, mouthing his dick and giving him time to think.
He pulled on my hair just enough that I moaned and looked up at him, letting him see my naked desire. He searched my eyes for a long minute before uttering an affirmative.
I opened my mouth wide, taking his tip all the way to the back of my tongue and then swallowing him down, feeling his head touch the back of my throat. He lost control then, snapping his hips and thrusting up into my mouth. He went feral, thrust after thrust, pulling on my hair in a way that made me gush, my thighs becoming slick with arousal. He used me, and I loved every second of it, the bite of the pain and being the singular object of his pleasure.
“Oh fuucccck, I’m coming, baby,” he ground out before he thrust deeply down my throat, yelling as his cock kicked in my mouth as he came. I drank him down; his eyes rolled back in pleasure as he orgasmed down my throat.
I wasn’t prepared for him to pull me up and to his chest, kissing me savagely while his fingers flew down to my clit. A few perfectly pressured swirls and a surprising pinch later, I came. He kissed me through my orgasm, and we continued kissing deeply until I felt boneless and sexually sated in his arms.
“That,” he said, his voice rough with arousal, “was amazing. Thank you.”
I hummed, feeling too tired to move. Gatlin shifted forward, and before I could sort out my limbs so I could stand, he stood with me in his arms. He walked us out of the den, carrying me bridal style.
“Let me take you to bed, to sleep,” he whispered, kissing me gently.
“Alright,” I agreed and let my eyes drift shut.
I woke a short time later to a warm washcloth running up my thighs and between my legs.
How did I get so lucky to bond with such a considerate man? I kept my eyes closed, thinking about the bonding. Boo Hags didn’t invoke the right of bonding anymore with their chosen partners; we handfasted, we got married in churches and courthouses, but no one bonded. Yet, I had begun the process with Gatlin. If we made it past the year and both had love in our hearts and renewed the bonding permanently… It was silly to think about.
Gatlin finished, wiping me clean before toweling me dry.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He brushed some hair away from my face and kissed me tenderly on the forehead before walking away towards my bathroom. I pulled back the blankets and got under the covers, considering.
My mom and dad had bonded later in their lives, and it changed everything. But a love like they had did that, and I knew from the few of us that were left, a Boo Hag finding a partner like that… it might as well be a fairytale.
But it was nice to dream, and while saving his sister’s life was an equal trade for our current arrangement, more than that would be asking too much unless he agreed to it too. I wanted in that moment to keep him forever, but post-coital bliss could do that to a girl. Especially a lonely one.
I nestled further under the covers like I could hide from the eventual pain I would feel when the arrangement dissolved next fall.
The bed dipped, and a strong arm wrapped around my middle, pulling me so I would become the little spoon.
“Goodnight, baby,” he whispered.
My heart fluttered. “Goodnight.”