There’s a rustle behind me. The curtain. My breath catches, but his hand on my lower back remains steady. Above the table, maybe it looks like we’re cuddling. It isBliss Day, after all. He addresses our server as he pets my hair.
“Thank you, Damion.”
“Of course, sir. Happy Bliss Day to you both.”
Spurred on by the close call, I roll my hips, driving his cock and finger deeper inside my holes, inadvertently bumping over his new cock, still tucked away.
“F-fuck me, please, Grogoth.”
I’ve realized I truly don’t care that we’re in public. I don’t care that the server seems to have an insane amount of reasons to enter Grogoth’s sectioned-off booth. I need his cock,now.
“Don’t worry. I will fuck you wherever you wish, in due time. But not our first.” He gracefully dislodges us from the table, easily carrying my weight in one arm while boxing up the dinner in the other. He looks at me almost bashfully. “That is, if I may accompany you home.”
I burst into giggles, which shatter into moans at the way the appendages inside me respond to my laughter. “Y-yes. I need more of your cocks inside me, asap. You have no choice but to accompany me.”
“Good. But know this,” his tone hardens. “I will not be soft with you purely because it’s our first time. I’ve wanted you too long to hold back.”
Chapter Six
Arielle
A shiver runs up my spine at his promise. Grogoth carries me through the sky, back to my apartment. I writhe in his arms, stretched by the pieces of him stuck inside my body. I run my fingers along his neck, through strands of wiry white hair, and kiss every inch I can reach, still unsure if I’m truly awake. This all seems like a scene straight out of my dreams. Well…not exactly this, but this is better.
When we reach my place, he lands us on the balcony. Without leaving his arms, I fit the key into the lock. Once inside, he captures my mouth with his, guiding me to straddle him as he fumbles around. I giggle and point him toward the couch and ottoman.
He sets me down on the arm of the couch and eases the hem of my dress up.
“Take this off.”
I do so quickly. He removes his clothing and takes himself in his palm. I drink in the sight of him, the figure of my wildest fantasies and the man who’s held my heart for so long. The carved paths of his broad chest, the ridges of his abdomen, a ragged chip of stone there, to the v-shaped grooves that lead to his straining cock.
“Turn around.”
His tone leaves no room for disobedience. Feet on the floor, I hang over the armrest, face flushed as I await his next command.
“Spread your cheeks.”
I oblige, my stuffed holes fully on display. He traces the crack of my bottom down, over the stone inside my ass, and further, over the stone cock crammed in my pussy.
“So beautiful.”
His praise boils the water in my blood and I become a puddle of need. I involuntarily rise onto the tips of my toes, craning my neck to see around the armrest. He kneels and licks my inner thighs up to my outer lips, then over the tiny strip of skin connecting my holes. He laves each side, all the way up and back down.
When he reaches my clit, he sucks it into his mouth and swirls his tongue in quick circles.
“Grogoth!”
He hums against my stuffed cunt and I nearly drop my ass cheeks in favor of rubbing my thighs together. “Words, dearest.”
“W-we spent years with no words between us. Now they’re required?”
“Yes.”
I moan and take a breath, trying to put into words what I need when I’m not even sure what it is other than more.
He makes it even harder for me to think. He pulls the plug from my ass and replaces it swiftly. Words forgotten, I feverishly rub my clit against the old textile couch. He fucks my ass with his disembodied finger, all the while gorging on my clit.
“Please!” I beg. He doesn’t respond. I huff, my freshly painted nails digging into my own skin. “Please, put another of your cocks inside me.”
