I glanced down at him to see his eyes shut, an expression of bliss on his face. God, I wished I could see his fingers touching himself there. Next time. Or maybe I’d do it myself.
“What do you imagine when you think of me while you’re doing this?” I asked in a low voice, gently pinching his nipples. “Keep stroking your cock, Greid.”
“I…” He obeyed, shuddering as he resumed plunging the sleeve over his cock. “I…”
“Be a good boy for me, Greid. Tell me. I want to hear it.”
“Oh god.” He sobbed, trying to keep his hips still as his hand grew erratic. “I think—I think about you fucking me. Pinning me down and fucking me until I can’t take it anymore. F-fuck, Beryl, I’m going to come. I’m going to come—”
“Stop,” I said, somehow getting the word out in a calm tone despite the lust pounding in my blood, which grew even stronger when he immediately obeyed with a groan of desperation. Stroking his chest, I kissed his ear and murmured, “You’re doing so well, Greid. I’m so proud of you. How much more do you think you can take?”
“N-no m-more,” he said immediately. “I can’t—I’m going to come. I c-can’t hold it back anymore.”
I made a soothing noise, nuzzling his hair, but the urge to push him just that little bit further swelled inside me. He had his safeword. He could use it if he really didn’t want to wait anymore. I wasn’t going to deny him his orgasm if he did—this was his reward, after all. This was just us testing out our newfound knowledge about what each other wanted. A trial run, so to speak.
“Maybe a little more?” I murmured gently. “You’re being so good for me, Greid.”
His throat clicked as he swallowed around his heaving breaths, but he eventually croaked, “Okay. I’ll try.”
“Such a good boy.” Cupping his chin, I tilted his head up for a brief kiss. “Nearly there, Greid. I’ll let you come soon, okay?”
“Okay,” he repeated weakly, then let out a slow, shaky breath as he poised the sleeve back over the tip of his cock. It bucked just from that light graze, a low whimper escaping him before he clamped his lower lip between his teeth.
“Just the head this time,” I whispered, watching avidly as he moaned and worked the sleeve over the head of his cock with short, slick strokes. The sound of it was making my clit throb, the pad in my underwear completely soaked with arousal. I pushed my hips harder into his back to try and get some relief.
“I can’t…” His voice wobbled, hips twitching erratically and clawed toes curling. “I c-can’t—”
“Stroke your cock hard and fast. Get in at least five pumps, then you can come.” Smoothing my palm over his chest, I purred, “God, I can’t wait to watch you come, Greid.”
“F-f-fuck.” He plunged the sleeve down the full length of his cock, entire body shaking now that his release was in reach.
I forced myself to count his rapid strokes, and I knew he was too, because on the fifth, his hips snapped up as his head craned back, digging into my shoulder, and he let out a raw shout.
Dark, smoky cum shot out of his cock in a heavy wave, reaching his exposed throat. The second spurt was just as bountiful, and the third. And the fourth. Then they started tapering off as he used the sleeve to milk his cock, shuddering hard like he was already too sensitive but wasn’t willing to stop.
A tiny whimper escaped him when it finally ended. He sagged, completely boneless as all the tension left his body, pressing me hard into the headboard. I winced but didn’t say anything, taking his weight as I pressed kisses to his hair and ear and the side of his face.
“You were amazing, Greid.” I wrapped my arms fully around his neck, uncaring of the cum getting everywhere. “My good boy.”
And he was mine. I wasn’t going to let him go, not while he still wanted me. We may have met under strange and somewhat unsettling circumstances, but in the time since, we’d built something special between us. Something that had been easy and comforting when that was what I needed, but now, this was what I needed. I needed Greid in this way too. I needed to make him happy and fulfilled in every way I could. Not just with my friendship, but with something more. Something deeper.
“My good boy,” I repeated in a mumble, burying my face in his hair, a hot and unfamiliar emotion tangling with the heady arousal still coursing through me.
Greid was trying to catch his breath, his whole body shivering as his cock deflated on his stomach. The barbs had shot out further during his orgasm, the longest ones reaching about half an inch, and they pulsed gently as they retracted.
Reaching over, I grabbed my shirt and used it to wipe him clean. His head lolled on my shoulder, eyes drowsy as they blinked up at the ceiling, before he swallowed and shifted.
“W-wait, you don’t have to use your shirt for that.” His voice was hoarse and throaty.
“It needed washing anyway.” I swiped gently over the head of his cock, making him twitch with a moan, then dropped the shirt off the bed and tugged one of the blankets over us both. “Turn around, Greid.”
He shifted around until he could curl up between my legs, burrowing under the blanket and letting out a long sigh as he rested his cheek on my chest. I threaded my fingers through his hair, carefully untangling the long strands and rasping my blunt fingernails over his scalp.
After a few minutes, when I could feel that he’d stopped trembling, I kissed the top of his head and asked, “How was that?”
“The best.” He sounded half asleep. “Amazing. Thank you,” he whispered, so sincerely that my throat closed up.
“You were perfect,” I told him hoarsely, wanting to squeeze him to me, to get even closer.
He shivered from the praise, turning his cheek to press a reverent kiss to the centre of my chest. Then he yawned, trying to curl up into a tighter ball. “I’m falling asleep.”
“Hold on.” I stretched my arm out to the nightstand, then paused. “Which glass of water is fresh?”
I’d read about making sure subs rehydrated after playing, and Greid had certainly lost a lot of fluids.
“Um, the front one,” he said tiredly.
I managed to grab it and hand it to him, taking the glass back once he’d drained it. “Good boy. Now you can sleep, Greid.”
“Will you stay here?” he mumbled, and I knew he really was tired and sated when he didn’t follow it up with any nervous rambling about how I didn’t have to.
I smiled, resting my cheek on the top of his head. “Of course. I’m not going anywhere.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
Greid
“This is so good,” I mumbled around a mouthful of chicken stew.
I was cocooned in several blankets on the couch, still loose and boneless from earlier. Drowsy with the hum of total contentment, but wide awake after my nap with Beryl. I’d slept hard, dropping off quickly to the sound of her heartbeat under my ear, but thankfully not for too long, because Beryl hadn’t looked all that comfortable when I woke up. She’d been dozing with her head tipped awkwardly against the headboard, and when I moved off her with an apology, I’d seen her wince as she stretched.
I’d almost blurted out an offer to give her a massage. God, I couldn’t think of anything better than getting to have my hands all over Beryl’s soft body. But I’d been rendered speechless when she stretched her arms over her head with a yawn, and her small breasts had thrust out toward me. All I could think about was the taste of her skin, the feel of her stiff little nipples in my mouth. They were smaller than a demiurgus female’s—small and the nicest pink colour and perfect.