CHAPTER 9 MANNY #2
While Oz dealt with his job, I ran a load of laundry and washed the dishes from last night.
I smiled as I worked, thinking about what I was starting with Oz.
I still wasn’t a good bet for a relationship, but if I worked hard at it, maybe I’d be worthy of having a boyfriend like him.
Especially if being with me could add some happiness to his life after everything he’d been through.
And now that I’d given myself permission to date again, I was excited about it, whether or not we ended up adding Arch. Things were looking up at last.
Humming an old disco tune Mamá liked, I was turning on the dishwasher when Oz came back inside carrying an box. His expression was... odd. “What’s wrong?”
He gave a half-shrug and shook his head.
Yeah, no. That wasn’t going to fly. “Oz. If we’re going to do this relationship thing, you have to tell me what’s going on with you. Is it something to do with that box?” I hadn’t ordered anything recently. I dried my hands on a dish towel while I waited.
Shaking his head, he detoured to put the box on the top shelf in the pantry before pulling out his phone.
Shit. He’d been talking when he’d left the house, so what had happened in the meantime?
He handed his phone over. Roman said it wasn’t an issue that we’re dating, especially because they should be back to full staff in a few days and I can be taken off your protection.
I suppressed a frown. I’d miss him if he was working somewhere else, but I didn’t want to make him feel bad about it. “Okay, so what’s with the face?” I gave him the phone back.
He made a face but typed some more. Not Roman as much, but Bryan was shocked we were dating. He didn’t say it, of course, but I’m guessing because a special guy like you could do better than someone with my voice issues.
I shoved the phone away. “What? Since Bryan’s a superficial asshole, he assumes I am too?
” I put my hands on my hips and glared through the kitchen wall toward where Bryan was parked outside.
“Like you aren’t a fucking catch. You’re gorgeous, and you’re kind, and funny, and you’re so yummy and big.
” I rounded on him. “And for the record, I’m nothing special.
The healing crap was just luck. If I hadn’t been next to a sentient Elven artifact when I was injured, I’d be dead like anyone else.
” He stepped toward me and pulled me into a huge hug, lifting me off the ground.
“Oof! Warn a person, gordito.” He lifted me high enough I could loop my arms around his neck and hug him back.
He spun me around once before one of his hands slid under my ass to lift me for a kiss.
I got with the program and wrapped my legs around his waist, moaning at the sensation of my dick against his slightly soft belly.
Then we were moving. Oz somehow walked us to my bedroom, carrying me as easily as if I weighed almost nothing. Fuck, yeah!
I was so occupied kissing him, I forgot to keep track of where we were, so it was a surprise when he tipped me backwards to fall onto the bed.
But he followed me down, his weight landing between my legs, right where I wanted it.
Technically I was vers, but I preferred to bottom.
I’d been hoping for this, so I’d taken some time in the bathroom earlier to get ready.
Nipping at my lips and then my neck, Oz ran his hand from my shoulder down to my hip.
“Too many clothes,” I panted, yanking at the hem of my shirt.
As soon as it was over my head, his lips were on my nipple, and I gasped and curved my body to press against his mouth.
“Yes!” Our breathing was harsh, but Oz didn’t speak.
I didn’t need him to. His hands, his body told me exactly what he was feeling.
I tried to send the same message back to him.
You are gorgeous. You are exactly who I want, just as you are.
He reared up to peel his own shirt over his head, and I took the opportunity to kick out of my jeans, my eyes never leaving Oz’s body.
I hadn’t bothered with underwear when I’d dressed, and his eyes flared wide as he took me in.
He ran a finger along my scar once, but then his hand was circling my dick, and I bucked up into his fist.
His chest and belly were furry with coarse hair that started out black near his neck and faded to a silvery white where it was covered by the waistband of his pants.
He slid off the end of the bed to deal with his own jeans and underwear.
To say Oz’s dick size was proportionate to his frame was, well, an understatement.
He was uncut and already so hard his dick was straining against his abdomen.
I couldn’t wait to get that beast inside me.
Climbing back onto the bed, he crawled over me, framing my body with his massive one.
His dick dragged up my thigh, leaving a trail of precome, and I parted my legs to circle his hips.
He dropped his elbows on either side of my shoulders, cupping my neck and taking my lips again.
I tried to pour everything I was feeling into the kiss, both emotionally and sexually.
I dragged my palms along his sides, pressing my dick into his abdomen while trying to capture his dick with my ass cheeks.
A moment later Oz tore his lips from mine.
We panted into each other’s mouths, our eyes trapped in an endless stare.
Finally he let go of me with one hand and rubbed his fingers together, giving me inquiring raised eyebrows.
I pointed at the nightstand, and he rolled to the side to rummage through the top drawer until he produced my bottle of lube.
Passing that to me, he went back into the drawer and held up a condom, silently asking me if we needed it.
I shook my head. Even if I hadn’t been able to see that all of Oz’s physical systems were working perfectly and disease-free, he was a shifter.
I’d never met one with any kind of illness.
“Come here.” I reached for him, and he obligingly rolled back into my arms where I needed him. We kissed, our tongues hot and wet against each other as I wrapped my legs around his hips again. He’d aligned us differently this time, his monster cock thrusting alongside mine.
Running my hands over his shoulders and back, feeling his muscles clench as he moved, I couldn’t wait anymore.
I ripped my mouth away. “Fuck me, Oz. I need you in me.” Nodding frantically, he looked around for the bottle of lube.
I’d dropped it at some point, and it took both of us to find where it had ended up under one of the pillows.
“Fucking finally!” I flipped to my back and pulled my legs to my chest.
Oz knelt in front of me, his eyes serious, his nostrils flaring, and his dick purple with arousal. “You are spectacular.” His voice was a rusty whisper as he first touched my hole gently, reverently, and then pushed one finger inside.
I arched up, desperate for more friction, more girth, just more. His second finger joined the first, and that was better, but I was impatient, and I’d need at least four before I could even consider taking him. “Faster, hurry.”
He tsked as he shook his head. “Slower is better.”
Glaring, I wiggled my hips to show him I was serious. “Give me another. Please.”
“Well, I appreciate you asking so nicely, but you’re not ready.
” I didn’t waste time complaining, choosing instead to writhe against the two fingers inside me.
Eventually he relented, and that third finger was everything.
The burn, the friction against my prostate, fuck it was good.
My dick was throbbing, my balls high and tight, ready to come.
I would not come before he was inside me, dammit.
“Oz! Give me the fourth one. I need your cock. Please.”
At last he added a fourth finger. “Damn. Yes. Please, I’m so close. I need your cock. In me.”
Oz’s eyes blazed, and I could swear his teeth looked longer and sharper.
He gently pulled his fingers out, and then he repositioned his body and his dick slowly slid home.
His size made an intoxicating combination of almost too big and hitting all of my nerve endings at once.
I cried out, arching my back in a vain attempt to make more room inside me.
Oz froze, but I grabbed his arm. “Keep going. I’m good, I promise.
” Still, he moved slowly, his thrusts gentle.
But slow or not, he felt like heaven inside me, and it only took a few of those careful movements before lightning zapped from my prostate to my balls to my nipples.
My toes curled, my body clamped down on Oz’s dick, and I was coming.
Oz clutched me tighter, his dick pulsing and warm cum filling me. He remained still for a moment before he kissed me softly, then cupped my face in his hand. “That was incredible.” The warmth of his body, the odd fizz of his magic against mine, was perfect. I wanted to keep him forever.
I smiled and kissed him again. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.” I couldn’t wait to do that again.
But I couldn’t help imagining what it would’ve been like if Arch had been with us, and I shivered, even as Oz pulled out.
Looked like I’d already made my decision about whether I wanted us to ask Arch on a date.