Chapter 3 #5
Heat bathed my insides as his cock jerked and he pressed deep, until he was grinding into me, right at the heart of me, sending me over with him, howl-screaming my ass off, along with him.
As the heat of the moment ebbed, my heart refused to quit racing. Panting, breathless, I slumped in his arms.
A rumble rattled his chest as the movement caused his cock to shift inside of me, sending it twitching and jerking anew.
Tiny little moans escaped me as I squirmed, unsure if I could take anymore, at least right now.
Cy cuddled me close. Leaning in, he nuzzled my throat, pressed a kiss there, then peppered kisses all the way to the bite mark he’d left on my shoulder, opposite the shoulder Elm had thoroughly marked.
Cy smiled against my skin when I began to shiver.
A groan of a moan left me. “Give me a minute to recover,” I grumbled.
The ass holding me so tightly to him, so lovingly, let out a little growl, a muted version of the ones he’d been making while we were going at it, and my channel fluttered around his length in response.
My hands had unclenched and were wrapped around him loosely. My fingers dug into his back at that teasing growl. “Don’t you dare,” I growled out warningly.
Cy’s cock jerked in response. I understood then.
“Fine. Nobody growls,” I announced. For another ten, fifteen minutes, at least.
Cy pulled back, blue eyes twinkling, and grinned.
My eyes narrowed on him and I leaned in.
Cy’s lips twitched, telling me he found my reaction amusing. He leaned in, meeting me, and kissed the tip of my nose, in much the same teasing way I had Birch’s back at the nursery.
“I think we’re stuck together,” I admitted as I began to shift a little in his arms and our bodies, locked together quite snugly, protested.
Cy let out a little grunt and his gaze darted between us.
“Shit,” I muttered, frowning in thought. “What do we do now?”
“Not shit, that for sure,” Cy snarked.
A sputtering laugh left me and I reached out to tug on a lock of his hair.
Cy winced at the tug but his grin was unrepentant.
Smile smoothing out, his brow began to scrunch up. “You ‘kay?” Leaning in, he gave me one of his supposed lie detecting sniffs. “My Pru ‘kay?”
“I’m not your Pru,” was my automatic, half mumbled response. It didn’t even sound right coming out of my mouth at this point, not after the way he had me all but screeching his name.
The look he gave me and the pointed glance towards our locked bodies said he’d beg to differ with my statement. Cheeks pinkening, I quickly changed the subject.
“What are you sniffing for, weirdo? I’ve got on deodorant.
I’m a fan of bathing.” Leaning in, I did a bit of sniffing of my own.
I got nothing. Other than the weirdly intoxicating scent that is him, so thick in the air my head was dizzy with it, mingling with the smell of sex, I had no clue what he thought he was smelling.
Cy shook his head as a grin stole over his face. “No think you stink. Check for pains, blood.”
“And you can smell that?” My eyebrows shot up in disbelief.
Cy’s mouth opened but then he closed it. After what seemed like a lot of internal deliberations with himself, he softly rumbled, “What you smell, scent me?”
“I- I don’t know. You smell like you,” I mumbled, uncertain where he was going with this. He didn’t seriously think he could scent my pain, did he?
“What Cy smell like?” A single furry caterpillar eyebrow arched.
“Like you wipe your own ass,” I sassed.
He just stared at me, expression carefully blanked, and waited.
With a growl that had its own kind of consequences, if you know what I mean, I threw a hand up.
“I don’t know! You smell good! Okay. Is that what you were looking for?
You smell like- You just smell good. I like it…
I like it a lot.” Grumbling under my breath, wishing I wasn’t pinned to him by our joined junk, I huffed and puffed, “Happy now? Cretin.”
Cy purred in answer, his chest rumbling so loud he sounded like a fancy lawnmower.
With a glare up at him, I poked him in the chest.
He laughed, long and loud. That sound was absolutely joyous.
Cheeks flaming, nowhere to go, I pressed my face to his chest, hiding my expression from him. This just seemed to make the oaf laugh harder. Cuddling me to him, smoothing his hands up and down my back, he nuzzled the top of my head. “Cy smell’s like Pru’s,” he purr-rumbled softly.
“Shut up,” I mutter-mumbled into his chest, setting him off in another fit of happy laughs.
If I didn’t love the sound of that rusty choke laugh I might be offended.
Talking about feelings and emotions, wants and needs, was not exactly my strong suit. There were too many layers to this onion to even get into it.
The rumbling purr in his chest softened, until it was a low hum. Rubbing my back, he pressed his cheek over the top of my head, and rocked a little from side to side.
A small, startled laugh escaped me when I realized what song he was humming— the pop hit I’d been caterwauling along to in my car on my way home. It was a strange coincidence— a bit kismet, really.
This felt weird but nice. Weird nice.
The part of me that was enjoying this, maybe a little too much, fought with the other half of me warning me to run before he did and save myself from the heartache.
I was moving soon. Very soon, to who the hell knew where. I held little doubt he’d actually be willing to relocate with me. He said I was his but did he mean it? Did he really?
He still lived at home.
Add to that the fact that I’d just schtupped his brother… I mean, it didn’t really get more complicated than this.
“Your arms are probably getting tired.” My voice was muffled against all that hard muscle and soft chest fluff.
Cy snorted, cupped my ass to lift me up a little, an action that had us both gasping, then groaning, as if to show me he was not in fact fatigued in the least. “Arms not tired.”
Pulling back, I stared at him. He really did seem fine, no signs of fatigue. If anything, he had such a soft, relaxed expression, the picture of contentment, I’d say he was swimming in his happy. The snarky comment about my weight on my lips, because light I was not, died a short death.
“Pru tired?” he asked.
“No.”
“Goot.” Leaning in close, he stole a kiss, purring when I instantly kissed him back.
I’d swear his scent immediately thickened in the air. The tingling shivers in reaction were instant. He just had that effect on me.
Slipping my fingers into his hair, I grabbed handfuls, doing a little happy rumbling of my own when he growled his pleasure at my rough handling.
Slipping his arms under my legs, hooking his forearms on the bend of my legs, one and then the other, he walked us to the wall, pressing my back to it as I clung to him and sucked his tongue from his head, and proceeded to pound me into my next existence.
I couldn’t move like I wanted to, held open to him as he growlingly ground himself into me. We were still locked together tight, the fit offering little wiggle room so he was forced to shove into me harder, grind himself against me.
He was so deep he kept ramming that special spot, rubbing my clit with every pummeling thrust.
Panting and mumbling his name over and over as I frantically tried to move, kiss, and breathe— it was too much one moment, then not enough the next— I found myself screaming against his lips as I climbed that sweet precipice.
Cy tumbled right over along with me, throwing his head back and letting out a roar that shook the windows and set me off again.
Cy took my lips then in a searing kiss. I felt that one from my head to my still tingling toes.
When we finally came up for air, we broke apart smiling, panting.
My cheeks pinkened but I didn’t care. That was… “That was fucking awesome,” I blurted.
Cy beamed at the compliment, blue eyes shining with pleasure.
“Now Cy tired,” the snarky man teased.
A sputtering laugh burst out of me. “Oh? Is that so? Tuckered yourself out, did you?”
Cy’s smile widened and he wiggled his eyebrows at me. He knew it would make me blush, so he kept it up until I pressed my hand over his face, covering the silly grin he was wearing.
Tugging my hand away, leaving it in his hand, effectively holding mine, he brought my hand to his lips, kissed it, then placed it over the spot I’d bitten him. My fingers traced the markings, teasing along the outer edges. I’d broken the skin. It was decently deep and would probably scar.
Leaning in, bussing our noses, he purred. “Now Pru mine?”
Pulling back, I bopped him on the nose. Pretending I had to think about it, I tapped my chin with my finger. “Mm… You’re definitely a contender in the running,” I said finally.
The man’s jaw about dropped. He fought between trying to look angry, laughing, and sputtering incredulously.
Shaking his head at me, he wrapped his arms tightly around me, acted like he meant to plant one on me, to growlingly nip my chin, and when he went to take a step nearly tumbled us but caught himself at the very last moment.
Peering down, I informed him, “It would appear you’re trapped in your pants, Hokey Pokey.”
Cy eyeballed me for that one.
“What?” My shoulders lifted in a shrug, my hands joining in on it. “Is that not what we’re doing? The Hokey Pokey?”
“Put left foot out, almost fall on face,” he quipped.
“Snarky bastard.” I snorted out a laugh. He never did have trouble keeping up with the sarcasm. God knows I was blessed with it in abundance. It was how I coped. Some cry, some get angry, if I wasn’t in complete and utter denial I sassed it up and the insults flew.
Cy tried to take a careful step again, realizing he couldn’t wiggle out of his pants, stuck as we were. With a grunt, he once more caught us. Scowling down at our predicament, he muttered something in his favored growl speak, took a deep breath, and glanced my way. “Hold to Cy tight.”