Chapter 3 #6
“Wait- What are you-” While I stammered, trying to use words and failing, he began shuffle-stepping it, squishing me to him tight. “What are you doing?” I got out between overloud cackles. We looked ridiculous. It was just too funny.
“What look like Cy do?” the man muttered as he shuffle-stepped, tiny baby steps trapped in his pants, slowly but surely, down the hall towards my bedroom.
“Looks like you’re-”
Cy paused long enough to gently place his hand over my mouth. Leaning in, he warned me, “You see no thing. Cy not know you talk bout, you readpeat. Got it?”
My laughter was muffled into his palm, hazel eyes dancing.
His eyes narrowed as my laughter faded and my smile remained.
Wriggling my eyebrows at him, I dipped my tongue out to run it along his palm.
It was meant to be a teasing, slobbery thing I did to him, something to make him pull his hand back and be grossed out, a little payback for his antics, but he growled and then purred like I’d just done the sexiest thing in the world.
My channel tightened in response to that growl, his cock jerked as a result, we both let out groan mixed moans.
“Stop that,” he snapped, then pulled his hand away.
Giving me a look that said he meant business, the man shuffle-walked faster. He looked like he was trying to skedaddle in slow motion.
Naturally, I snort-laughed my ass off, chortling all over him as I leaned against him and held onto him tight.
With a huffing chuff, he stopped walking long enough to slap my ass, then continued on. I jumped, yelped, then nipped at his shoulder.
Cy snarled but there was no anger behind it.
At the doorway of my bedroom he paused, panting as every step that jostled us pressed and pulled where we were connected, which sent one or both of us off— my channel pulsed around him, his throbbing member pressed deeper, then began jerking anew— it sent us both groaning and moaning in denied pleasure.
“I say three, we go,” he said suddenly.
“Go?” My gaze darted from him to the bed, still a decent distance away. “Are you mad? Whaddaya mean we go? I- Ack!”
“One,” he snarled, dipping as low as our predicament allowed.
“Wait!”
“Two.” Bouncing a little on the balls of his feet, like he was testing this deranged idea out, like he thought he could bound for the bed in a single leap and actually make it, like he was some kind of flippin’ bunny man or something.
“No two!”
“Three!”
“Cy! EEEE!”
We did indeed take off like a loaded spring. Cy launched us towards the bed, twisting mid air so he took the brunt of our fall.
I felt like a cat that’d just been chucked across the room.
Cy landed and relaxed, grinning victoriously as we bounced. I, however, squealed as we flew, yelped as we landed, stiff as a board, clinging to him for my dear life.
Cy tugged me back so he could meet my gaze. Cupping the sides of my face, he rumbled something in that deep, sexy voiced way he did that got me shivering from head to toe, and urged me towards him.
“You’re crazy!” I breathed, even as I allowed him to reel me in and place hot, panty wetting kisses to my unsmiling lips.
“Maybe little,” he teased, then nipped playfully at my mouth.
A little growl built in my chest.
Cy groaned and took my lips harder, until I felt like he was eating at my mouth.
His hands were quickly everywhere, roaming all over me, exploring every inch of me.
My hands went from digging into his bared flesh to kneading it, the growls rumbling his chest doing what it did until I was growling hungrily right back.
“Pru not Cy’s?” he purred. Sitting up a little, his hands slid inside my shirt and he urged me to lift my arms so he could slip it off my head.
Slapping his hands away, an action that made him grin and purr and growl all the more, I took my shirt off myself. “You tore my favorite sleep shirt,” I grumbled, holding up the evidence of his misdeed.
“Buy my Pru ‘nother one,” he promised as he boldly cupped one of my breasts and gave it a squeeze.
My argument died in my throat as he slid my nipple between his thick fingers and gave it a testing pinch. “Like, yes?” he purred.
My blushes spread beyond my face and neck, I belatedly realized as I watched it spread down past my collarbones, and right past the breast he was teasing.
Cy rumbled happily at the sight.
Urging me to ride him, he gripped my hip and rocked me on him. Not needing to be told twice, I began to move.
Cy growled happily as I ground down on him. I was rather enjoying the benefits of being the one to lead the show.
The hand on my hip lifted and went to cup my other breast, his mouth following.
“Cy!”
His lips closed around my nipple and he suckled the aching bud, until that building need he’d set ablaze had me riding him so hard it hurt.
Releasing my tortured breast, he snarled as he pressed his face to the top of my breast, crushing me to him tight, “Claim. Make Pru’s. Take.”
My world exploded as he sank his teeth into my breast. I choked on a scream as my happy ending found me.
Cy snarled as he came, clutching me to him tight. Grinding up into me, he urged me to keep going, fuck him through our joint climax. I did, right through this one and right into another one. Cy began to lap at the spot he’d just marked on my breast with his tongue.
Tremors overtook me as one orgasm rolled into another and Cy did everything in his power to keep it rolling.
“Say you mine,” he muttered between hot, hungry kisses along my chest, headed for my throat.
“Oh god- Oh god- Oh- Cy!”
The purr he let loose. The bastard was pure evil incarnate, torture pleasuring me until I bent to his will.
“Pru Cy’s?” he purred.
“Kiss my ass,” I panted out as he brought me to the edge and let me sit there a moment, wondering if he was really going to leave me hanging, “you mouthy bag of- Ah! CY!”
Rolling us, he made as if he meant to actually pull out, try and separate us despite how deeply lodged inside of me the way he was.
“Don’t you dare!” I snapped. My arms dug into his forearms and I snarled so viciously it startled me.
Cy groaned atop me and rammed hard home. The action had me squirming and crying out, one moment digging my fingers into his arms to hold him to me, to clawing at him to move closer the next.
Once he’d recovered, his hair practically standing on end in the aftermath, he leaned in, cupping my nape to run a hand along the side of my throat. “MINE,” he growled right in my face, flashing teeth that looked much sharper than I could ever recall.
Before I could respond, he mashed his lips to mine. The kiss was sloppy, untrained, maybe even a little messy, but I loved every minute of it.
Angling our hips, he began slamming into me in earnest, then jack hammering so fast and hard, attacking my clit with every thrust, I was pretty sure I blacked out a little as I came this last time.
Cy was staring down at me with this strange, intense look when I came to moments later.
“What?” I mumbled self-consciously. Did I break wind or something? Say something dumb? Did I make a stupid face? What? It was only for a moment, right? Why was he looking at me like that? “You’re making me nervous,” I admitted.
Cy just smiled. It was small, sweet. It was different.
“‘Kay?” he asked as he smoothed a hand down my hip and began massaging the spot.
“I’m- I’m good,” I mumbled as I eyed him.
Again, there was that small, pleased little sweet smile.
I’m not saying I didn’t like it. This side of him was nice. It made me feel like he cared about me. It was the latter that had me squirming, resisting the urge to ask him if he really meant it because if he didn’t it would utterly crush me.
Thinking of him leaving once the storm let up made me feel ill. Shoving that thought away, I returned his smile. His purr this time was happy but not trying to get me revved to take me to pound town, get me all fired up loud.
It was soft, soothing, comforting.
Leaning over me and onto his elbow, he smoothed a hand down the side of my face, cupped the side of my head, and just stared at me. Leaning in, he nuzzled the side of my face, a contented rumble vibrating his thick chest.
“Are you okay?” I asked doubtfully. My hand lifted and I smoothed it over all that silky soft fluff covering his body. I was so used to their overly hairy persons it was weird hanging out with a man with so little body hair, despite my own situation.
Cy sighed, a soft exhalation that matched that smile. He seemed so… relaxed. Maybe that wasn’t the right word.
“Cy feels very goot,” he purred, which honestly told me nothing.
Ruffling his hair, grinning when he made a face at me and made to pull away, I nipped at the tip of his nose and laughed at the look he gave me for that. “Goot,” I teased.
Cy leaned in with a dirty look. He made me think for a second he was going to nip me back but then he pressed his lips to mine and growled that very specific growl that had my channel gripping his thickness so tight we both groaned.
“Oh- Cy, we can’t,” I mumbled against his lips, yet wrapped my arms around him and urged him to come down atop me fully.
Cupping an ass cheek to squeeze it and jerk me up over him more as he began at a slow, leisurely pace made me want to purr and growl along with him. He ate up any and all protests on my lips until I was clawing at him and fighting for him to go faster.
“It’s too soon. Our shit’s going to fall off,” I panted out as he continued to torture tease me until I was a mewling mess.
If he asked me if I was his, I’d probably bend beneath the pressure.
As if that’s exactly what he’d planned, he rumbled out softly, “Pru mine?”
“Fuck me and I’ll be whatever you want,” I hissed as he slowed to a stop. “I’ll let you call me Pubey if it’ll get you moving! I-”
I didn’t end up finishing that sentence.