I couldn’t believe Agma had done that. I’d always tried to keep my opinion on her neutral. She was just a person who used to be in Greid’s life. A closed-minded, insensitive person—with similar friends, evidently—but not a monster. Not evil.
Now I wanted to punch her in the face.
“I know it goes without saying, but there is nothing you could tell me you wanted that I would find weird.” Trying to bring some levity, I added, “Even if you told me you wanted me to dress up as a sexy clown and honk a big red clown nose while we had sex, it might take me a minute to get into it, but I’d be more than willing to try it out.” I pulled back and cupped his face with a grin. “Might be kinda fun, actually.”
He snuffled out a little laugh. “Pretty sure I’d be into you dressed up as a sexy anything, but the nose honking might be a little distracting.”
I smiled and stroked his sharp cheekbones with my thumbs. “Of the two of us, I’m the one with the strange baggage. You accepted me without question, sex cult past and all. And you accepted my vaginismus and aversion to penetration without question too. You… You’re an inherently good person, Greid. And I feel so lucky that I get to be with you.”
His big yellow eyes softened as a lump formed in my throat. He swallowed, voice thick as he said, “It’s the other way around, berry. I’m lucky.”
I gave him a watery smile. “Let’s just agree that we’re both the best, so we were always meant to be together.”
I’d said it jokingly, but Greid didn’t even smile. His gaze drifted down to my mouth as he nodded.
“Yeah. We were.”
I swallowed, letting my hands slide down to the sides of his neck. My mouth went dry, so I licked my lips. “Greid, I… I—”
He leaned forward in a rush and kissed me, arms wrapping around me tight and tugging me onto his lap. I slid my knees apart to straddle him, moaning into his mouth as our tongues tangled together. It wasn’t long before I was frantically tugging up his onesie, breaking the kiss so we could get it over his head, and then my hands were smoothing over his bare chest as our mouths crashed back together.
His stiffening cock throbbed against my backside, trapped in his sweats. Long fingers fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, then shoved my bra up as Greid tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard. His hands dipped to cup my ass, hoisting me up higher so he could suck a nipple into his mouth.
I moaned, sliding my fingers through his hair and arching my hips so I could press myself against his front. His ridged tongue felt incredible as it circled my nipple, lips sucking feverishly, his moans vibrating through my chest. One of his hands shifted, sliding between my legs from behind to cup my pussy.
“Greid,” I panted as he shifted his mouth to my other nipple, lavishing just as much attention on it. His long fingers rubbed over my pussy, giving just enough friction through my pants and underwear to make my clit take notice.
‘Domme mode’, as I had dubbed it, was starting to come easier now, allowing me to shift into the role fully as Greid shuddered beneath me. I gentled my fingers in his hair, but kept his mouth pressed close to my breast.
“My greedy boy,” I breathed, wanting to smile when he groaned hoarsely against me. “You love doing this, don’t you? You love feeling my nipples get all stiff and sensitive in your mouth.”
He moaned desperately in answer, unwilling to stop.
“And you love licking my pussy, don’t you?” I murmured, the words turning me on just as much as they were him, because all I could picture was Greid’s head buried between my legs. “You love feeling my clit throb against your tongue. You love tasting me, knowing how wet you make me. You love it when I sit on your face and all you can taste and smell and feel is me.”
Greid’s hips strained up beneath me, fingers biting into the curve of my ass and pressing harder against my hot pussy. He finally released my nipple to kiss his way frantically up my neck, breathing hard as he crushed his lips to mine.
“Can I?” he pleaded between feverish kisses. “Please.”
I gently clasped his face to pull him away and grin at him. “Maybe I’ll let you once I’ve fucked you.” Leaning in, I gave him one more kiss. “Do you want me to fuck you, Greid?”
“Yes,” he panted immediately, yellow eyes hazy with desperation. “Please, Beryl.”
I grinned again, pressing a kiss to the tip of his flat nose. “Good boy.”
Chapter Forty-Five
Beryl
The strap-on’s harness was sitting comfortably on my hips, the bedroom was softly lit with candlelight, and Greid was naked on the bed with his dick hard and a desperate look in his eyes.
Perfect.
I’d opted against handcuffing him this time for two reasons. One: this was a new experience for both of us, and I didn’t want him to get overwhelmed or panic if he decided he actually didn’t like it. And two: I was pretty sure I was going to need his help figuring out a viable position for this, seeing as he was so much bigger than me.
There’d be plenty of time later to restrain him and blow his mind while I had my wicked way with him. But I was a little nervous too, and this had to be enjoyable for both of us.
Parting his knees, I settled myself between his long legs and smoothed my hands up his thighs. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m… I’m okay.” He was already shivering with lust, yellow eyes wide and gleaming in the low light as they trailed down my front and locked onto the big pink dick between my legs.
My mouth curved into a tiny smile. “Nervous? Excited?”
He swallowed. “Both.”
I knew for him to truly enjoy this, I had to help him get out of his head a little. And I knew the best way to do that was to get bossy.
“Come here.” I leaned forward for a kiss, and Greid struggled up onto straightened arms to curl forward so our lips could meet.
The dildo bumped against his hard cock, making him jerk and break the kiss to look down with wide eyes. “Damn, th-that feels weird.”
I huffed in amusement, rocking my hips to slide the length of the dildo against his dick. “In a good way?”
Greid shuddered, his tail flicking anxiously between his spread thighs. “Y-yeah, I… don’t know. I think so.”
Lunging forward to give him one more kiss, I murmured, “Well, maybe you just need to get better acquainted with it.”
Resting my hands on his shoulders for balance, I carefully stood up on the mattress, wobbling only a little as I shifted my feet until they were either side of Greid’s hips. I could hear his shallow breaths, and when I looked down, my clit pulsed at the sight of the dildo just inches from his mouth.
Greid was staring up at me in silence, breathing fast. Just waiting.
“Lick it, Greid.” My voice was low and throaty as I fisted the base of the dildo in one hand and tilted it toward his mouth.
His yellow eyes darkened before dropping to the length jutting from my hips. I saw his throat bob with a nervous swallow, but he leaned in and obeyed so sweetly, his tongue emerging to slowly, hesitantly swipe over the dildo’s head.
I moaned as if I could feel it. “Good boy. Again.”
He licked again, starting lower this time so his tongue connected with all the little barb-like bumps on the shaft. This time he lingered on the head, swirling his tongue timidly around the tip and letting out a hoarse sound. I wondered if he was imagining how it felt when I did the same to him.