Unwrapped. It’s such a perfectly Ty thing to say. My worries about the little pooch around my middle disappear. How could I hold on to my insecurities when he’s looking at me as though he can’t wait to eat me up?
He skims off his pants and is about to turn on his heel to open the shower door when I say, “Stop!”
He pulls himself up to his imposing full height, shoulders stiff, as though he’s about to get reprimanded.
“I just want to get a good look at you,” I explain, too full of lust to give him a reassuring smile.
Trying to take him in slowly, I force myself to wait a moment to get to the good part. I’ve seen his heavily muscled torso dozens of times as he tore off his shirt when the exertion of dancing got him overheated.
It’s when I look below the beltline that I can’t control the little whimper that bursts from between my lips.
In the back of my mind, I’d wondered how close to a human he would be south of the Mason Dixon line. Turns out, not so much.
In my mind, it’s as if I hear that disturbing sound of a needle scratching across an old-fashioned record. My rising lust comes to a screeching halt.
When I tear my gaze from his privates, I see a worried look, his brow furrowed. I can practically hear his internal self-talk as he realizes he’s not going to wind up in bed with me tonight.
I’ve never been a quitter and I’m not going to start now.
When I beckon him with my curled finger, he complies until he’s standing about a foot from me.
“I’ll admit I wasn’t expecting this, Ty, but let me see what we’re working with here.” I crouch until my face is closer to the object of my interest.
Helpful scout that he is, he grips himself and points his now-only-semi-hard cock at my face.
“Um, just let it…”
He gets my drift and lets it fall back into place.
Now that my shock has ebbed, I see things aren’t as terrifying as they first appeared. Those orange-furred balls are the first things I visually inspect. They’re big and soft-looking—and pretty. There’s nothing terrifying here.
The close-cropped fur grows about an inch up the shaft itself. He’s so long, I doubt that will ever fit inside me, but if it does, I think it might be a value-add.
Then, sprouting from there is a thick deep-pink cock very reminiscent of a human one except for the tiny nubs where the fur meets flesh. I shiver as I imagine what those will feel like inside me.
“Definitelya value-add,” I whisper, my lips so close to his shaft it’s almost as if I’m speaking into a microphone.
Now fully erect again, he’s got a thick mushroom head, with a slit leaking pearly drops of pre-cum.
Since he’s probably still wondering how badly he’s turned me off, I figure I can kill two birds with one stone as I lean in, look up at him until our gazes connect, and take a nice, slow, swipe with the flat of my tongue to catch every shiny drop off the pretty head of his cock.
“Fuck!” he nearly shouts as his tail lashes behind him.
Not for a moment do I wonder if that’s a good “fuck” or a bad “fuck.” Ty is all male, and no male on Earth is going to argue with a blow job, or even one quick, intimate tongue-swipe.
“It’s all good, Ty. Let’s take the edge off.”
Now that the spell has been broken, I grip him by the shaft and tug him toward me as I ease back until I’m sitting on the toilet. My knees are wide and he’s standing as close as physics will allow.
First, I keep my gaze on his face as I pump his shaft with my palm, getting a preview of just how those little nubs are going to feel when they slide inside me. Perhaps it’s my imagination, but they plump a bit, increasing both promise and curb appeal.
He is the picture of alpha masculinity with his head thrown back, his furred Adam’s apple on full display as I whisper my palm up and down his shaft.
He shivers, then says, “It can’t get better than this.”
“Just wait, babe. You ain’t seen nothin’ yet.”
If he were more experienced, I would draw this out, teasing first with fingertips, then my palm, then my tongue before I swallowed him as deep as the back of my throat would allow to give him the best orgasm of his life.