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“It’s because of you,” I told him hoarsely, shuffling closer to kiss his arm. He shook his head.
“No. I just gave you an option. You took the leap. That’s what you’ve done since we met.” He reached over and cupped my cheek, eyes soft. “Taken the leap into unknown things, no matter how weird they might’ve seemed at first.”
His words made me pause. Made me realise that actually… he was right. I’d felt so lacklustre and milquetoast for so long, like I was just plodding through life, but I hadn’t been like that before. I’d jumped at new opportunities, new jobs, making new friends. I’d just forgotten how to do it. Until Holt had reminded me.
I was still going to watch depressing British soaps and wear proper pyjamas and iron my underpants—mainly because it turned Holt on so much—but those things didn’t make me boring. I wasn’t boring.
I was fun, damn it. I liked having fun. I liked experiencing new things, and joking around with Holt and the wrestlers, and wearing cowboy hats and sneakers and trying questionable positions while having mind-blowing sex with my hot monster boyfriend.
“I guess I do,” I answered Holt with a shy smile. He twisted onto his side to press his body against mine, tangling our legs together.
“Which I am extremely grateful for,” he murmured before kissing me.
The kiss was soft and sweet at first, but it grew heated when our lips parted, tongues brushing together. Our breaths shallowed, and soon I was on my back, my towel discarded and my legs wrapped around Holt’s waist as he sank his lubed dick inside me with a trembling groan.
We couldn’t stop kissing, panting into each other’s mouths as our tongues tangled together. My fingers were buried in his hair, the heated friction of his lean stomach against my straining cock making me moan. God, the feel of his hard length gliding inside me would never, ever get old. It grazed my prostate with almost every thrust, and I found myself picturing its gleaming copper head, imagining it spurting his release all over me, inside me.
Suddenly, I was seizing up in an orgasm that caught me off-guard. A strained sound vibrated into Holt’s mouth as I shook, clutching at his hair, my tongue darting feverishly into his mouth because I wasn’t willing to stop kissing him. Holt groaned desperately, pressing closer to trap my pulsing cock between our stomachs, then started thrusting wildly as he neared his own peak.
“F-fuck, Taylor…” He buried his face in my neck, hips slamming into me. I released his hair and reached down to grip his ass, encouraging his manic thrusts, urging him on. My heart was racing as I came down from the intense orgasm, breathing hard, feeling the slipperiness of my release coating our skin as his chest heaved against mine.
In a rush, Holt choked on a breath and stiffened, a tremor running through his body. His thrusts grew jerky, before he sank his cock in deep and held it there, the base flexing against me as I clenched around it with a moan. A hoarse moan vibrated through his chest, arms shaking where they held him up, until he sagged as the tension fled his body, leaving him to collapse on top of me.
We lay there in sated silence for a while, still joined, until Holt let out a low groan of utter contentment and pushed up onto his elbows to kiss me. I felt his cock slip out of me and shuddered at the sensation, sighing against his lips as we kissed for long moments.
“I need another nap,” Holt eventually said in a gravelly voice, flopping back down on top of me. “I’m still a little hungover. I’m just powering through it to give you as much sex as possible.”
I snuffled a laugh, but my jaw cracked with a yawn a second later. I was tired too—exhausted from the late night, the hangover and the intense adrenaline rush of quitting my job. The relief at knowing I’d never have to go back to HutSec Corporation again. I knew it was just a job, but it symbolised a lot of things that had made me miserable for so long. And now that part of my life was over.
“Let’s nap,” I croaked, grabbing my discarded towel to lazily clean us both up before throwing it onto the floor.
As Holt snuggled back into my side, burying his face in my neck, I thought I heard him mumble something. But I was already drifting off, loose and relaxed and the happiest I had ever, ever been.
—
It was the best week of my life.
Holt hadn’t been joking when he’d said he was going to spoil me. He ran me baths, gave me massages in bed and by the pool, ordered whatever I wanted for dinner every night and had flowers delivered to surprise me while he was at work and I was doing nothing but lounging around his house, watching TV and snacking and swimming laps.
He worked as little as possible, but still had to go in to sort out the matches for the week and check there weren’t any problems at the club. But most of the time, we were together. Napping a lot to take advantage of the fact that we could, curling up together on the couch to watch TV, fucking a ridiculous amount until we were both too sated to move. I’d lost count of the number of times he’d sucked me off over the last few days.
By Thursday, I was feeling too lazy and content to go and watch the wrestling, but I promised Holt I’d go the rest of the nights. So I stayed at his place while he went off to work, feeling a little silly about how excited I was knowing he’d be coming home to me. Knowing he knew he’d be coming home to me.
I ended up falling asleep watching TV in bed, but woke when he got home in the wee hours and slipped into bed still wearing his suit, telling me between feverish kisses that he had another surprise for me. As I hastily undressed him, I discovered what it was. Holt had gone to work wearing a pair of lacy panties under his suit. It made me so horny that I begged him to ride me while wearing them. He happily obliged, straddling me and grinding on my dick with the lacy fabric pushed to one side, the copper tip of his dick peeking out from the waistband.
Another night, he’d restrained my wrists to the headboard with a necktie and used the Fleshlight on me for what felt like hours, backing off every time I started to shake with an impending orgasm. He throatily told me it was payback for what I’d done to him in his office, then flipped around and straddled my face so I could rim him while he continued to edge me, telling me I had to make him come with just my tongue before he’d let me get off.
I’d succeeded.
On the following Monday, once the shows for the week were done, Holt did actually throw a pool party for everyone at Goliaths to welcome me to the team. I finally got to meet the commentator, who I’d only ever heard before. He was an incubus called David—leaner and a little less wild than Gabe, but still demonically handsome and flirtatious in a way that seemed to just be his nature.
One of the bartenders, a cheerful young orc called Garrett, chatted with me excitedly about the signature cocktail ideas I’d previously had. Ludo approached and teasingly chastised me for letting him believe for so long that I was a lampyr stripper Holt had been hiring.
Holt did not enforce his supposed ‘balls out or no entry’ pool rule for the party, for which I was grateful—I wasn’t sure I’d have survived seeing all the wrestlers naked. Kit spent most of the party on the roof of the porch to avoid getting their wings wet, but they didn’t seem to care, they just sat up there drinking beer and heckling the other wrestlers playing chicken in the pool.
Biff took charge of the grill, wearing a skimpy apron over his swimming briefs, chatting with Brian and Val until Gabe slunk over and convinced the werewolf to jump in the pool, then shake the water off his wet fur beside Holt and Susan, who were sunbathing side by side on loungers in matching sunglasses and floppy hats. The banshee let out an ear-splitting shriek when the cold water hit her, drawing the concerned gaze of her incubus boyfriend as he chatted with Mads and Coach Boris.
Yes, I met the monster porn star Assmo Dickus. He was a big, ripped incubus who turned up with Susan in a backwards cap and the tiniest pair of shorts I’d ever seen. He was possibly one of the friendliest and most enthusiastic dudes I’d ever met, and he doted on Susan, constantly asking her if she wanted anything—a fresh drink, a burger, a back rub, more sunscreen.
