6. Chapter Five #2
He smirks. “No, but it’s really fucking hot.” He takes his dick in his hand, lifting it so I can see the underside. “This is my Jacob’s ladder piercing.” He lifts it a little higher. “And my hafada piercing.”
“Didn’t that hurt?” Fuck, just thinking about it has my dick wanting to go soft.
Shrugging, he says, “Not enough to not do it multiple times. Healing sucks, but it’s fun to play with.”
“Can I touch it?” I ask.
Leif lifts his dick even higher, nearly pressing it against his stomach as he takes a deep breath.
I brush my finger along the length of his dick, feeling the three bumps of silver jewelry along the way.
His breath hitches, and his stomach muscles tense.
My gaze drifts to the lowest one, the ring through the top of his sac, about an inch from the base of his dick.
“I don’t know why this is so hot.” I flick my gaze at him.
“I’m glad you approve. Now lay back.”
I settle back again, wanting to touch him more but listening feels like the better option.
I get comfortable against the pillows. Leif lowers himself against my body, his erection hard against me.
His chest brushes mine, and I reach up to grip his waist, just wanting to feel him. No—needing to feel him.
His mouth comes down on mine, and for the first time, I open for him, darting my tongue out to taste his.
Before, he was kissing me. Teasing me. I was so turned on that I could barely move or register what was happening.
I was focused on not coming. Now, I want to enjoy this in a different way. I want to feel him.
Every nerve ending in my body lights up, pulsing with need, similar to how it does when I shift.
It’s confusing at first, feeling different body parts and sensations, but the more I do it, the easier it is to adjust. This might be like that, too.
It’s intense now because it’s my first time, but maybe after a while, it’ll settle a little, but not in a bad way.
Just in a way that I can be more present and focused on him without being overwhelmed by it all.
Or maybe sex will always feel like this.
I never want to stop feeling like every bit of my body is on fire… for Leif. Who knew a human could make me feel like this?
Leif thrusts forward, the pressure of his body grinding against my cock pulling an unexpected moan from me. He does it again, and my grip tightens on him.
I feel the rungs of his piercings against my skin, but I really want to feel them on my dick.
“Can you… just…” I try to get the words out, but they’re not working. So, I shift him over, moving him with ease, so his dick presses against mine more.
Leif is smaller than me, but despite that, even in my human form, I have more strength than a normal human. I’m stronger than I look, so moving him over is nothing.
“You want to feel my cock against yours?” he asks against my lips, his voice low and raspy.
“Yes.”
He grinds faster, harder, until I swear he’s going to come. The thought of feeling his hot seed all over me is almost too much to think about.
But then he stops.
“Wh… what are you doing?”
He lifts slightly and looks me dead in the eye as he spits into his palm, then brings it between us. He takes both of us into his hand as best he can, because I am pretty big compared to him, and starts to stroke us.
“Fuck,” I groan, long and low, my hips lifting to meet his hand. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant quietly, not sure I know any other words.
It’s a mix of sensations. The grip of his hand. The soft, firm feel of his cock. The cool steel of the barbells against the heat. Everything, all at once is just so fucking good.
“Leif, fuck…” I pant out, grasping for the sheets because I need something to hold on to. To tether me here because I don’t want to disappear the way I did last time. I want this to feel good, but I want to feel it, too. I want to be here for it, to experience it completely. “I’m close.”
“Oh, me too,” he rasps out, moving his hand faster. “You want to see me come?”
“Fuck yes,” I grind out. “Come all over me. I want to feel it on my skin.”
His hips snap forward, his hand tightening around us as his face twists into pleasure, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip. I wish he were closer so I could grab onto his messy hair, kiss his neck, hear him moan right in my ear.
“Aliko, I’m—fuck,” he grits out as the first rope of cum lands on my chest. The warm, wet sensation has me coming right along with him.
Just the thought of him marking me like this…
it’s driving me crazy. My eyes fall closed, and I let the pleasure take over me, while listening to his sweet moans and feeling the heat of our cum all over my stomach and chest.
The comedown is quicker this time, and I open my eyes to see him still there. Above me, our dicks in his hand. His gaze is focused downward, at the mess we made. All over me. I’m covered in cum and something about that is sexy beyond words.
I’ve come before—all over myself. But it never made me feel like this… feral almost.
“That is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he says quietly, his gaze flicking up to me. “You covered in my cum? Fuck.”
My dick throbs, as if wanting more. He smirks, then leans forward to run his forefinger through the mess, like he’s finger painting and I’m the canvas. I groan, unable to hold it back.
“My rebound time is not nearly as good as yours.” His dick is already softening. Mine is still half-hard. “But if you give me a bit, I’ll be ready to go again.”
“I’m ready when you are,” I say.
He chuckles and gets off me. “Let me get you something for that.”
He walks into the attached bathroom and comes back with a damp towel. He doesn’t let me clean it up myself; instead, he does it for me. It’s strange, but I let him do it because maybe this is how things are here.
“No one has ever cleaned me before.”
He raises a brow. “No one’s ever taken care of you? What about when you were little?”
“Kraken are meant to be independent from the very beginning. We only get three months before we’re hunting our own food.”
“Shit. That’s… wow.”
I shrug, trying not to make a big deal out of it. Leif gives me an odd expression, one that I can’t figure out, then leans down and kisses me. It’s soft but lingering. Sweet, almost. It makes my chest all warm and tight.
“Well, I always clean up my messes, and I like taking care of you afterward.”
All I can do is nod, something tightening further in my chest and throat, making it impossible to speak.
He pulls back, then reaches for his pants. I sit up on my elbows.
“Are you leaving?” I ask.
“Do you want me to?”
“Honestly? No.”
He smiles and holds up his phone, his jeans falling back to the floor. “Just making sure my alarm is set.”
I should do the same, but… something in me just doesn’t care.