Chapter 16 Bea
I love the mess we make
I wake up with Zaxon’s cock sliding between my thighs from behind, both his hands cupping my breasts, and his tail languidly petting my clit. I’m already wet and extremely turned on.
“Finally, you’re awake. I’ve been dying over here waiting for you. I need to be inside you Starfish,” Zaxon groans into the crook of my neck as he sucks and kisses, every part of him rubbing and squeezing me.
Fuck, I really like how he uses his tail so freely to touch me. Instead of speaking, because I don’t think I’m capable in this moment, I lift my top leg and toss it back over his, opening myself up to him.
“Fuuuuuuck,” he growls behind me.
He doesn’t need any more invitation. His massive rock-hard cock slides through my wet folds one more time, then his fat head presses against my entrance.
Thanks to all the sex we’ve been having and his impressive tongue fucking last night, he slips in without resistance.
The press of his thick ridged length inside me is exquisite.
My nipples pucker between his fingers as he pinches them, holding me close.
His body presses flush against mine, engulfing me in his heat.
We both groan when he slides all the way inside, pressing his groin tight to my ass. My back arches and I shift to allow him to go as deep as possible. The stretch and pressure is so fucking good.
“That’s it Starfish. Right fucking there.”
His tail presses against my clit and holds there, letting the rhythm of our bodies create the friction I need.
I reach up and thread my fingers through his hair stopping at his horns and wrapping my fingers tightly around one.
That makes Zaxon groan louder and thrust harder into me.
I cry out in pleasure, and he does it again.
With his hands on my tits, fingers playing with my nipples, tail applying constant pressure to my clit, and his massive cock thrusting into me from behind with loud hard smacks of his hips to my ass, I’m not going to last long.
“Shit Zaxon, I’m gonna come. It’s too much.”
My head falls back against his chest, and he continues to kiss every inch of skin he can reach.
“That’s the plan. I want you to start your day coming around my cock and crying out my name. Put you in a good mood for the rest of the day.”
That is most definitely going to happen. I can already feel my orgasm building, making me breath heavily and my body draw tight.
“That’s it, Bea.” He pounds into me again. “Take it all.” Another hard thrust. Those dam ridges rubbing against my backside with each push in and pull out. “Fucking come for me, and I’ll come for you.”
I love it when he comes inside me. I love being the one to make him so frantically aroused he can’t control himself. My chest presses against his hands and my ass to his groin, urging him on.
“Oh my god, Zaxon!”
I scream his name as I shudder, coming around his cock buried deep inside my pussy. It pulses and contracts clenching around his thick shaft, my body shaking with my release. He holds still while I come but quickly picks his pace back up again, chasing his own climax.
He grunts and growls against me as he fucks me until he breaks, his cock pulsing out his release inside me.
“I love the way your cunt feels around me as I come inside you,” he mutters into my tangled hair.
His hips twitch with the aftershock of his orgasm, and I can feel his sticky hot cum coating my thoroughly pleased pussy and inner thighs. He has a lot more than a human male and I love the mess we make.
“What a way to wake up,” I giggle and release his horn, pulling far enough away that I can turn and press a kiss to his lips.
He holds me there, deepening the kiss and I can already feel his softening cock still inside me begin to harden again. Fucking gargoyles and their insane sex stamina. I’m not complaining though.
“Already?” I ask still giggling in between his kisses.
“Always. I’m never not hard when you’re around,” he admits, and I kind of like knowing that.
“Can I at least go pee and brush my teeth before we go for another round. Maybe have some breakfast?”
“Only if I can bend you over the counter and fuck you while you eat that breakfast.”
I’m not sure if he’s joking or not. Probably not knowing him. Rotating to fully face him, his cock slips free of my body. It’s now completely hard again and presses against my stomach, coated in both our releases.
“If you make me that delicious omelet again, I’ll think about it.”
“Good enough for me.”
We get up and ready for the day. We get so distracted by the food that he does not end up bending me over the counter while I eat.
But he does promise to make it up to me later tonight, after our double date with Torgan and Serena.
Normally I would have been mad about someone scheduling something without checking with me first, but I find I don’t mind.
I didn’t have anything planned for tonight and I like Torgan and Serena.
Today I’ve also decided to accept Antoinette’s offer. Honestly, I knew yesterday I wanted it. I think I just wanted to sleep on it to make sure what I was feeling wasn’t driven by excitement and adrenaline. This morning_after waking up to Zaxon between my legs_I realized I still wanted it.
My life has been predictable and structured.
My family constantly telling me to loosen up and live a little.
My best friend always asking me to go out with her and me saying no and staying in like a hermit.
Nothing was a surprise. I knew everything that was going to happen, and it was getting miserable.
I knew I wasn’t happy, but didn’t have a clue what to do about it.
Until I came to Coconut Cove and met Zaxon, the annoyingly upbeat and always smiling, sexy as sin gargoyle. Perhaps for once I should take what’s being offered to me instead of ignoring it and retreating back to the safe and known.
I don’t tell Zaxon my decision yet because he’ll want to start celebrating before I even talk to Antoinette.
“Won’t you at least give me a hint?” he begs in the most adorable way.
“No. I’ll tell you tonight at dinner, after I talk to Antoinette.”
“I’m going to assume your answer is yes, because if it were no, you’d probably tell me right away. So, you can wait till later but I’m going to plan for dinner to be a celebration.”
Of course he is.
“There better not be balloons.” I give him my most serious dead pan, but he only laughs.
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Thankfully there are no fucking balloons, just Zaxon wearing a shirt for the first time since I’ve met him. It stretches across his broad chest and hugs his strong biceps, the short sleeves ending just under a cut of muscle. It’s so jarring and unexpected I stop dead in my tracks to take it all in.
He's still not wearing any shoes, and his pants are the same style he’s always worn but in black, his shirt a deep purple with a v neck that looks amazing against his pewter skin.
“How did you get that on around your wings?” I ask because I have to know if it’s magic or strategic button placement.
He turns sideways to show me his back, which has two perfectly placed cut outs around the base of his wings and small covered zippers running from the cut outs to the hem of his shirt.
“Oh, clever.”
“Yeah, they’ve come up with a lot of clever clothing items for different species.
Doesn’t mean I like to wear them, but when the occasion calls for it.
” he shrugs a shoulder and gives me an impish smile.
“You look stunning tonight, Starfish. Can I take your choice in dress as a confirmation of good news?”
I may have swung into the shops after my successful meeting with Antoinette to buy a new dress for tonight.
A long ankle length silver dress with a natural waistline and sparkly rhinestone thin straps.
It’s a casual design but fancier because of the material.
Since I also didn’t have shoes to match this beautiful dress I bought a pair of sparkly strappy sandals to finish off the look.
I tap my finger against his chest playfully, walking them up the hard muscle like two tiny legs climbing up a mountain. “You’ll just have to wait and find out.”
Zaxon growls a teasing purr into my ear as he leans down and kisses my neck.
“When did you become such a playful tease?”
“Right about the time you forced me to walk on sand naked.”
“Fair enough.”
It’s really not because sand is the devil’s glitter that he uses to glitter bomb the entire world. Tiny tortures that make life a little more miserable each day. Tricky smart devil, I know what you’re doing, and you can’t fool me.
“I like it when you wear your hair down.” Zaxon runs his fingers through my loose strands that reach the middle of my shoulder blades.
I rarely wear it down but am feeling frisky tonight. I have a new job, a new dress, and probably a new boyfriend, why not try a new hair style?
With a soft pat to my ass, Zaxon directs us towards his apartment door and out into the resort.
He said we were going to a restaurant on property, so we start walking and I follow his lead.
I’m glad he didn’t decide to scoop me up and fly me there.
I’d hate to show up with a bird’s nest of hair because he thought it would be funny to hear me scream again.
We circle the entire resort and enter the building on the other side of the carnival. It has rooms and a restaurant that stretches out onto the beach, thankfully on a wooden deck so I don’t have to be tortured all night by tiny balls of sandpaper in my shoes.
Torgan looks absolutely elated and frightened at the same time.
Like he could vomit or burst out into song at any moment, his green skin going dark emerald when Serena approaches wearing a short tight-fitting dress in a beautiful shade of aqua.
Her pearlescent hair is loose and curled into soft waves around her shoulders, its many colors catching in the overhead twinkle lights.
Mermaid hair is some of the most beautiful hair I’ve ever seen.
Looking almost white silver with a rainbow of colors mixed throughout.
Kind of like what people call rainbow unicorn hair.
Serena’s is an ombre of pink, aqua and lavender, it even looks like there’s pearls strung through a few strands.
Her skin consists of pale fine white scales with only glimmers of matching colors.
Her blue eyes are bright with anticipation and a little shyness.
Now I’m glad I picked out the silver dress. Standing next to Serena in anything less and I might disappear into the background.
We let Torgan greet her first before saying our hello’s and following the hostess to our table. One situated at the farthest end of the patio against the low railing, a short candle in a multi-colored glass ball illuminating the tabletop.
Zaxon pulls out my chair and I catch Torgan watching us and immediately mirror his actions.
It’s sweet because he’s usually so sly and flirtatious but he’s trying to be gentlemanly, and I can’t help but smile at how he looks to Zaxon for instruction.
If he only knew Zaxon’s form of seduction involves tail play and arguing.
Only once we’ve all ordered our drinks and are perusing the menu does Zaxon give in and ask me again about the job.
“Okay Bea. We’re here, it’s later. Can you please tell me know if you accepted the job from Antoinette?”
I feel a little silly now, put on the spot like this with three pairs of eyes watching me, waiting for my answer. They look at me like I’ve known them for years and they can’t wait to celebrate in my success.
As calmly and seriously as I’m able I finally give him his answer. “Yes, I did accept the job offer from Antoinette.”
“I knew it.”
Zaxon leans over in his chair next to me, one with a low back made for winged beings, and pulls my face to his slanting his lips over mine.
In the background I hear rounds of congratulations from Torgan and Serena.
“I didn’t know you were applying for a job at the resort,” Serena says.
“I wasn’t. It was all Zaxon’s doing. He’s the one who had the idea and went to Antoinette with it. I just accepted her offer. It was too good to pass up.”
“What will you be doing at the resort?”
“She’s going to be our in-house inspector,” Zaxon announces proudly. “She’s going to make sure all areas of the resort are always operating at top quality.”
“Wow, that sounds like an important job,” Torgan praises with a wide tusk filled smile.
“Not as important as security,” I quip, giving Zaxon a knowing glint from the corner of my eye.
His thick tail slides up my dress and around my calf under the table and I shiver even in the warm evening air. His face is the epitome of innocence and calm as he smiles back at me.
“I wouldn’t say that. Every job in the resort is important. If one were to fail the entire intricate system would fall apart.”
I blush at the compliment, unfamiliar with the attention I’m receiving.
I’m used to operating on my own independently, my only interaction with people usually them trying to bribe and manipulate me into a better score.
Some even tried to seduce me. It was always hard to tell who was being genuine and who was trying to use me.
I’ve never felt that way with Zaxon. He was always honest even to the point of annoyance.
And never once did he ask about my report.
“Well, I know it would fall apart without me around. You know I am the glue that holds everything together,” Torgan jokes, which gets a laugh out of Serena.
“When do you start Bea? I’d love to introduce you to some of the other girls working the resort, so you don’t have to spend all your time with these two clamheads.”
“That would be wonderful,” I tell her. A few new friends to go along with all the other new things in my life wouldn’t hurt. “I start in two weeks. I have to give proper notice to my current job first.”
“Always by the book, huh Starfish?”
“If I weren’t, I wouldn’t be a very good inspector now, would I?”
He only chuckles and eyes me over the rim of his glass in a very lecherous way.
The rest of dinner progresses with plenty of small talk and laughter, Torgan finally easing back into his normal chatty self once he gets past his self-consciousness of messing up the date.
Zaxon’s tail is constantly wrapped around my ankle or calf, and a few times I have to swat it away from my thigh when he gets too bold with his exploring.
The night ends with us splitting ways, leaving Torgan to walk with Serena on the beach before escorting her to her car.
I hope those two get together. They obviously both like each other and get along swimmingly.
Serena able to put Torgan in his place when he’s overly flirty and Torgan softens her up with his sweetness.
Jeez. When did I become so optimistic?
I think it might have been a week ago when I arrived at Coconut Cove.