“Whew, that was a workout.” He chuckles as he brushes off his coat.
“Get comfortable,” I say, all but yanking off his trench coat. He complies, and underneath he’s wearing a massive sweater?I can’t wait to pry that off, too.
“Sure. You showered already?” I nod, and he grins. He looks me up and down once, and I recall that I’m only wearing pajama pants. As self-conscious as I am about my wiry frame, I think Gordy likes what he sees.
His gaze on my body is broken a moment later, and he glances at the PC setup. “Nice gear. You must have a massiveCPU.” I nod and try not to frown. Why hasn’t he taken to my advances yet?
“So, did you wanna play something?” He reaches for my PC, but I put a hand over his. Gordy stills, and the room is silent. The air shifts, and even though I can’t talk well, he must know what this means.
After a long three seconds, I whisper, “No.”
Gordy stands up straight, and I lean in close. Getting on my toes, I take his face and slowly kiss him. We’re right back to where we were in my car, except now with fewer clothes and more privacy.
And my bed. Right there. The door is locked, and I have this amazing shifter right where I want him. No, need him.
Once we pull apart, he looks me up and down. Bathed in moonlight, the man is divine. It occurs to me that he might be uncomfortable; he claimed he was a virgin, after all.
“We…don’t need to…” The words feel like sand as I try to spit them out. Before I can tell him we can pump the brakes, he shakes his head and steps forward. Gordy slowly trails his reptilian hand down my arm, then across my belly. He may appear to be scaly, but he’s soft and gentle. His caress leaves goosebumps in its wake.
“You’re beautiful, Loxley,” he whispers. Okay, there I go, getting rock hard in record time. “But…I’m, you know…a freaky reptile man.” He sighs. “Maybe I can shift into a human for a bit.”
Before he can pull back again, I take his wrist. He gazes at me with vulnerable earnestness, and I nod. “You…don’t need to change with me. You’re perfect, Gordy,” I rasp.
He must know I mean it, because his demeanor shifts. Those seem to be the magic words, because in the next second, he’s pulling off his sweater. I don’t even get a chance to ogle that muscly shell-clad chest because we’re back to kissing. My tonguetouches his, and my toes curl in delight. The taste of Gordy makes me feel like I’ve been starving my whole life, and he’s my first meal. Everything makes sense when my skin is on his. What is it about him that drives me wild?
We giggle as we land on my bed, still kissing the entire time. With some maneuvering, I manage to ditch my pants and boxers, and Gordy does the same. After readjusting my glasses, I notice his self-consciousness is back. “Wh-wh-what?” I stammer.
“You, uh…it’s my…anatomy.”
I place my hand on his front shell?a hard chest, muscly and bony, and amazing all at once?just because I can. I want to ease his troubles. “I told you…I accept you, Gordy.”
“Yes, but like…” He sighs and rubs his face, and I frown.
“We can stop.” My cock is deflating in disappointment, but I want Gordy to be comfortable. Sex is supposed to be fun.
“I don’t want to, I just want you to know what you’re getting into. As far as…you know…” He points down to a flap of flesh over his crotch. “My man parts.”
I quirk an eyebrow. Does Gordy really think I’ll kick him out if his penis isn’t long enough? I’m not exactly long. “It’s…okay if…you’re not big.”
“I’m huge,” he rasps. He flops back on the bed and covers his face.
“Huh?”
“Ugh,” he whines. “My cock goes all the way up to my chest,” he says in a sad tone.
I shake my head, because surely I did not hear that right. “What?”
“And it’s all weird-shaped and like…I’m still a big turtle freak in my manhood area.”
Leaning back, I take his hands away from his face. Then, I slowly kiss him on his cheek, his nose, and then his lips. “That’s…not a problem. That sounds hot.”
“Really?”
“Yeah!” We both laugh as we lounge in my bed. “If anything…I’m…you know…not big enough.”
Gordy sits up with a new look of determination. “You stop it right now, Loxley Boysen,” he says with a chastising tone. “You’re beautiful. Sexy. Chef’s kiss.” He makes the gesture with his hand to his lips, and I giggle.
“In fact…” His face turns seductive as he reaches down. My eyes roll back, and I shiver at the next sensation.
