Chapter Five #2
My hand slid down Alistair’s chest, over his belly, and came to rest on top of his cock. I rubbed it through the thick material of his jeans, and he groaned into my mouth.
“Pam,” he rasped, bucking his hips into my hand ever so slightly.
I pulled away and gazed up at him, my teeth digging into my lower lip. “I want to do more.”
“More?” he asked, his furry brows drawing back.
“Can I suck your cock?” I firmly believed that if you wanted something, you should ask for it.
Al’s expression softened, his big brown eyes full of concern. “Pam, you don’t have to…”
“I—I want to. I hope that isn’t too forward.”
He cupped the side of my face with one of his massive hands. “Not at all. I just don’t want you to feel pressured into doing something you don’t want to do.”
“I want this,” I said, massaging the swell of his cock again. I could imagine it filling my mouth, the soft glide of his shaft over my lips…
“Fuck, okay,” he breathed. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” I got off the couch and moved to a kneeling position in front of him. I hadn’t been so sure of something in a long, long time.
Alistair loosened his belt and worked his jeans and underwear down, allowing his cock to spring free.
“Holy goddess,” I whispered as I took in the sight before me.
Just as I’d expected, his body was covered in a layer of thick, curly hair.
But his cock?
I’d never seen anything like it.
The light pink shaft emerged from a fuzzy sheath located between his legs. It was long and smooth, with a slight upward curve that tapered to a pointed uncircumcised tip. A set of heavy orange-size testicles sat just underneath it, also covered in hair.
Concern flashed over his face when he noticed I was staring. “Is everything all right?”
Yep, just impressed by your massive dick. Nothing to see here.
“More than all right,” I reassured him, and leaned in closer, bringing my mouth toward the already weeping tip.
“Hey.” With his free hand, he tilted my chin up, urging me to look at him instead of his cock. “Take it nice and slow, okay? And if at any point you want to stop, we can stop.”
I liked that there was absolutely no pressure. He was letting me take the lead. It made me want him even more.
“Okay.”
He smiled, and I ran my fingers over his fuzzy thighs, making his body quiver before I drew him into my mouth.
I was wildly out of practice, but I continued working him toward the back of my throat. In addition to being long, his cock was thick. Stretching my mouth around it made my lips tingle.
“Shit,” he groaned. “That feels amazing.”
Good.
I picked up the pace, bobbing up and down until spit ran down my chin and the fur of his sheath tickled my face.
“Yes, Pam. Just like that,” he grunted, thrusting his cock deeper. “Can I touch you?”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed around his cock.
One of his hands fisted my hair, drawing me back. He was in charge of the pace now, forcing me to suck him nice and slow. I reached between his legs and cupped his balls, massaging them in the palm of my hand as best I could.
“Fuck. Fuck,” he panted with heavy breaths.
He liked that.
His grip on my hair tightened and he pushed me down onto his cock before quickly pulling me back up. I felt his balls tense in my hand—he was getting close.
“Pam,” he groaned, “I’m going to come. Do you want to taste me, babe?”
“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, sucking so hard, my cheeks hurt.
“Damn.” Alistair stared down at me in awe. “You look so pretty with your mouth around my cock.”
I clenched my thighs, my pussy throbbing from his compliment.
He closed his eyes and fucked my mouth, his hips snapping in unison with the bobs of my head.
“Yesss,” he hissed.
His cock jerked as he came, the sweet, milky flavor of his cum filling my mouth to the point where I had difficulty swallowing, leaving some to drip down his shaft.
I worked his balls until he stopped moving, ensuring I got every last drop of cum out of him.
When I finally slipped him out of my mouth, he was still unbelievably hard.
“Was that okay?” I asked, wiping my lips with the hem of my sweater. I got him to come, and he seemed to enjoy it, but I wanted to hear it from him.
“Okay?” he asked and threw his head back against the headrest of the couch. “It was more than okay.”
My eyes locked on his still erect cock. “You’re still hard, though…”
One of his eyes peeked open and he smiled. “I’m a minotaur bull, babe. We can go up to twenty times a day.”
Twenty times a day.
A deep laugh vibrated out of him as he tucked his cock into his pants. “It’ll go back in soon. Do you want to lie down so I can reciprocate?”
I worried my lip, thinking it over. It was sweet of him to offer, but I wasn’t really used to receiving when it came to oral sex.
“No, that’s okay. I, um, I’d love to cuddle, though.” I was hoping he’d agree. I wanted to snuggle up against that big warm minotaur body of his like a kitten.
“Come here,” he said with a smile.
I stood, groaning as my knees cracked on the way up. I was about to cozy up next to Al on the couch when he pulled me into his lap.
“How’s this?” he asked, his hands gripping my ass tight.
I stared at him with wide eyes. I wasn’t used to being in someone’s lap. Not at my age. But I liked it. “Good.” I placed my head on his chest and snuggled closer. “Do you want to order food?”
“Oh yeah. I got distracted.”
I snorted. “Sorry about that.”
His thumb traced lazy circles over my hip. “I like it when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“The snort you do when you laugh sometimes. It’s adorable.”
I’d always thought it was dorky or unladylike. Don had certainly never commented on it one way or another, but here was Alistair on our first date, telling me he liked it. It was enough to make butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“Thank you” was all I could manage. Normally, I was better at receiving compliments, but there was something different about it coming from Al.
“You’re welcome.” He wrestled his phone out of his pocket, taking care not to jostle me too much. “Does the Chinese food place have online ordering?”
“Yep.” I nodded against his chest. The fluffy patch of hair sticking out from beneath his shirt tickled my nose, and I sucked in another deep inhale of his woodsy scent.
“What’s it called?”
“King’s.” I stifled a yawn. The events of the morning, combined with the warmth radiating off Alistair, made me feel like I could have fallen asleep right then and there.
“No yawning, sleepy head. We have to eat first. What do you want?”
“Umm, shrimp fried rice and an eggroll. Oh, and crab rangoon.”
He laughed, the puff of air from his wide nostrils ruffling my bangs. “Of course we need crab rangoon. Anything else?”
I thought for a second. Something sweet would balance out all that sodium. “Can you get me a Dr Pepper?”
“That sounds good. We’ll make it two. What’s your address again?” One of his hands drifted over my back, his fingers trailing up and down my spine while he waited for me to reply. It was such a tender caress from someone so large. Alistair might be a giant minotaur bull, but he was so gentle.
“Sixteen hundred Maple Street,” I said sleepily, my fingers running through the soft hair covering his chest. It made sense that he was so warm; he had a permanent sweater on.
“All right. Food is ordered.” Al set his phone on the couch cushion next to us and wrapped his arms around me. He leaned down, the velvety skin of his nose nuzzling against my temple. “This is nice.”
“It really is,” I said with a breathy sigh.
But it was bittersweet because it was only temporary. It would be over before it could even get started.
“Al, I—”
“Shh,” he murmured, his soft lips caressing my face. “Let’s just enjoy it. Just be in the moment with me, Pam.”
Just be in the moment with me, Pam.
I couldn’t remember the last time I was asked to be present. Or was the center of someone’s moment.
I sank down into Al, doing as he asked. We sat there with me snuggled on his lap, not speaking, just feeling our hearts beat and listening to each other breathe.