Page 57 of 20% Stud 80% Muffin
As he fucked my face, pleasuring himself, satisfaction filled me. The beautiful length of his spine arched, pushing him deeper into my throat. The new position pressed his nipples into my palms as he whined, purred and garbled nonsense. Finally, he stilled. His release pulsed down my throat in hot spurts. Our eyes locked, his gaze so wild and hungry that I almost spilled.
I placed his hand around my throat, squeezed it right over his pulsing dick, and took deep breaths through my nose.
“Blant, Geo. You’re so sexy.” His thumb pressed gently over my Adam’s apple, right where his tine was lodged, into his softening length.
It’d never felt like this before. This need to absolutely dominate and be owned at the same time. I massaged my thumbs deeply into Makir’s thick thighs above his knees. His muscles clenched, but he still held his cock in my throat.
When Makir’s senses returned, his eyes opened, and the lavender swirls shifted from contentment to concern. He pulled out of my throat slowly and jumped down from the counter, soft cock swinging, and gently wrapped his long fingers around my throat.
“Geo…” He focused on the ceiling and prayed. “Oh! What have I done? Are you all right? Can you speak? Will you be able to eat, drink, breathe?”
Where the suction of his tail kissed along my throat, blissful zings of energy erupted. The laughter about to burst out of me at Makir’s reaction morphed into elation as the electric waves turned me into a moaning mess. His tail’s suction seemed to amplify emotion, and my release barreled through me, soaking the front of my swim shorts.
Makir glanced at the wet spot on my shorts, and my gaze dropped to where his tail and hand were still wrapped around my neck, and we burst into laughter.
“I guess you’re okay then.” Makir reluctantly unwound his tail from my neck and propped his elbow against the counter, his long, lean body on display.
I wasn’t sure why he created distance between us, but space was the last thing I wanted, so I stood from the stool and pressed the length of my body into his. I tipped his face down to meet my mouth before gently sucking his lips. My handsrubbed up and down his soft, velvety arms and stilled when our fingers threaded together. Our kiss deepened.
Makir pulled back, his voice soft. “I thought I choked you and…”
“And stopped me from eating, drinking, speaking and…breathing?” I teased before I smoothed my palm up and down his spine. I couldn’t stop touching him and pressed my lips to his again.
He pinched my waist, and I didn’t even care when my muffin top pushed against his lean hips. “Don’t tease me. What if I’d hurt you?”
“I loved it.” I fixed my eyes on his, willing him to see the truth there, while I circled my thumbs on the inside of his wrists.
Makir grinned. His voice became so eager he sounded like a child. “Does that mean we can do it again?”
“Abso-fucking-lutely.”
“Now?” he purred.
“Quit it.” I tugged his tail. “No more purring.”
When I released him to gather his swim trunks from the floor, he whimpered. I worked his feet through the legs, ran my thumb possessively down his half-hard cock and gently tucked it back in his pouch. Finally, after a quick peck on his nose, I pulled his shorts up the rest of the way and tied the drawstring in a neat bow.
I leaned away for a second, trying to gauge his expression. The tether hung slack and heavy, the alpha in me content, but I didn’t like the uncertainty in his eyes, as if he wasn’t sure what to do with this kind of attention. He worried his lip.
“Hey, I don’t care if it’s not something alphas do. Did you like it?”
His tail wrapped around my calf, and he nodded, eyes on the floor.
“Look at me.” I tipped his chin up. “Then I’m going to keep doing it for as long as you like it, ’kay?”
His eyes swirled, and the way his lips curled in a tentative smile looked a lot like hope.
“We’ve got a swimming lesson to take care of.” I smacked him on the ass. “And I can’t wait to have that mantu. It smells fucking amazing.” With a smile, I loopedone arm under his legs and lifted, cradling him in my arms as I walked to the lounge chair in the courtyard and laid him on it. “But first”—I nestled in behind him and rested my arm in the crook of his waist—“we cuddle.”
20
Silky fabric floated overmy legs in a direct contrast to the heavy plod of my steps, each foot dragging as if chained to an anchor. The pool lurked in front of me, its placid surface a deception. Soon it would break and ripple and attempt to swallow me. My hair was braided back so the wet tendrils didn’t turn into tentacles attacking me as I sank into the unknown depths of hell, but perspiration still soaked my hairline.
Geo’s voice startled me from my funeral march. “Makir, you barely ate any dinner. Are you feeling okay?”
At this point, a heart-to-heart with my parents would have been preferable to thistorture.
“Yep. Just great.” My high-pitched voice and over-eager smile convinced no one, including me.
