Page 104 of Friends With the Monsters
Each caress, each kiss, is punctuated with so much more than just desire. I reach up and run my fingers through his hair and grab the back of his neck, pulling him even closer as our kisses turn more urgent.
Gunnar lifts me using only one hand, and walks us back to the bed. I smile against his lips. He knew right where it was, even in the dark. “You’re a stalker, Kitten.”
Gunnar makes a growling sound and places me down. Wasting no time, he climbs over me.
I pull him close, greedy for everything he has to offer. He’s slow and sweet when he kisses me, but his hands are rough as he runs them over my body, pinching and squeezing like he can’t help himself.
I break from the kiss and tip my head back. Gunnar moves down my neck, licking and kissing the column of my throat. I wrap my hands around his head as he moves a little farther down, kissing both of my nipples before focusing on my right. My hips start to lift from the bed, searching for the friction I know he can give me.
Instead of grinding down against me, Gunnar moves his lower body to the side and places his hand between my legs. I’m already wet when he dips one long finger inside me. He makes a satisfied sound and sucks on my nipple, hard. My hips lift to meet his hand, and his palm connects with my clit. I pant a few times, freezing, because I don’t want the feeling to stop. Gunnar slides his lower body closer to me while he’s turned on his side. I lift my hips and angle my body until his cock is at my entrance. I let out a small huff when I feel his heat so close to me, and another when he pushes his hips forward, gliding right inside my pussy.
My head tilts back on the pillow as Gunnar lifts my leg in the air, holding my ankle while he pumps into me. I grab both of my breasts as he keeps up the perfect pace. Gunnar’s hot breath is near my ear, I can hear every sound he makes, every groan that passes his lips, and it makes me fucking hot.
I grab his thigh and use it to rock harder against him. Gunnar drops my ankle and grabs my chin, roughly turning my face to kiss me. I melt under his touch and curl my leg so it’s wrapped around his ass. When he releases my chin, his hand snakes down my center, and he slides his fingers between my legs, easily finding my swollen clit.
Gunnar’s steady rhythm picks up, and I get lost in the feeling of him in and around me. It seems like his hands are everywhere at once.
“You thought I was a stalker before,” Gunnar purrs in my ear. It’s the first time he’s spoken.
I chuckle and it ends on a moan when Gunnar circles my clit. “You don’t know me very well if you think I mind.”
Gunnar shifts on the bed, rising up on his elbow and lifting my leg in the air again. He uses the leverage to deliver deeper, more forceful penetration. I miss his fingers between my legs, so I suck my middle finger into my mouth then circle my clit just like he was.
He starts pumping even faster, harder. I move my fingers lower and feel him sliding in and out of me. Each slap of his hips against mine makes my palm connect with my clit, and I’m spiraling closer to the edge, about to fall over.
A low moan leaves my throat. My breaths are shallow pants, mingling with his. Another shift and Gunnar drops back to the pillow next to me, his face inches from my own, and slides the arm he was leaning on under my butt, rimming my asshole with the tip of his finger. I lift my hips in invitation. He pushes his finger in just a tiny bit, and I’m moaning out my release while he finger fucks my ass and drives his cock into my pussy.
Gunnar places his forehead on my shoulder and gives me several more, hard strokes before groaning through his own release.
I melt into the mattress, completely spent and sated. Gunnar removes his finger from my ass and curls his body over mine.
I wiggle a bit in his tight grip after a few minutes of relaxing. He doesn’t let up; if anything, his grip tightens. “I need to use the bathroom to clean up.” I nuzzle my head on the pillow anyway.
“Fine, but hurry up,” Gunnar orders, right back to mister bossy, but I know his secret—suspected as much all along. He really is a big sweetie when stroked.
* * *
“You knowwhat he does with all those marbles, right?” Grim asks, while sitting in the corner, eyeing Uncle. We’re on our second hand of cards and I can tell he’s a little nervous to be visiting while Grim’s here. I glare at him and purse my lips. “He uses them to lure the children away from their parents. Once he has them all alone, he steps out of the shadows and—”
“Scares them!” Calix shouts, adding to the end of Grim’s tale and making me jump. I throw a handful of marbles at him, and Uncle makes that dry, raspy sound I know is his laugh.
“Asshole,” I mutter without any heat. Calix chuckles and plops down next to me.
“When is Aeson coming?” Gunnar is quick to follow Calix from the kitchen and stands near my chair.
“She should be here soon.” I eye Grim. It’s been a few days since we went to the witch’s house. I still see the strain of what he did to save my friend around his eyes, but he promises he’s okay.
“Is she bringing herboyfriendsthis time?” Calix singsongs.
I shrug. “That’s up to her.” She stopped by two nights ago, with Enzi and a few others by her side, and wanted to know what we were planning to do about the witch.
“No, I’m not,” Aeson mocks Calix, and struts into the living room, looking around.
“Hey there, creepy.” She lifts her chin to Uncle, and he nods back.
I place my cards down face up, so Uncle knows I’m done playing for now. He reaches over and scoops up all the marbles, even the ones he didn’t win, and dips them into his chest. I know without him saying that he’s leaving, but I also know that after tonight, he’ll be back, and so will my other monsters.
I never thought I could have a life with someone—or three someones as it turned out—and keep the only family that ever stayed by me. “Tell Theius I miss him and to stop by. No one will bother him.” I lift my eyes to focus on Uncle. He nods and pats his chest before slinking out into the hall.
