Page 69 of Friends With the Monsters
A whole lot of tawny skin is showing, enough that a girl can’t take any blame as her thoughts scatter. Calix’s chest is covered in a light smattering of short hair, it’s a few shades darker than his light locks. His stomach is flat, and there’s no clear definition of abdominal muscles, yet his body screams masculinity.
He shucks the pants off quickly, not bothered in the least with my staring. I watch his hand move to the waist of what can only be described as a pair of tighty-whities, but damn, I ain’t ever seen a pair look so good. The material is tight enough that I can easily see his growing erection pushing against the fabric.
“Shifting, shifting.” I find myself repeating the words, but I’m definitely not thinking about him shifting into a Nemean lion. Not at all. My eyes are glued to Calix’s hands as he hooks his thumbs into the tight fabric and pushes it down enough that I can see where his body hair grows a little thicker, leading down to his dick.
“Don’t hurry back, Nemean.” At Grim’s words, I startle a bit. I was so busy watching Calix, I didn’t even think about Grim having to witness Calix getting naked.
I drag my eyes from Calix’s lower body and meet his eyes. I can’t help the grin covering my face. No wonder he doesn’t have an issue with a little exhibitionism or an audience. “Are you sure you’re not a horse shifter?” I tease.
Calix chuckles and stands in front of me, completely unabashed with his nakedness. “Try not to miss me too much.” He winks and turns around, giving me a good look at his ass, then struts out of the room.
I shake my head, still smiling. “He’s cheeky.” I snort and look over at Grim. “Get it? Cheeky?” I’m such a dork.
Grim’s lips are slightly parted, and the gray in his eyes are just tiny spheres around his dilated pupils. I lick my lips—he looks turned on. I don’t know if that excites me or makes me a little jealous.
“You’re aroused,” Grim states.
“So are you.” I wave my hand in his direction, checking to see if I can see the evidence in his pants. “That was pretty hot.”
“Was it? All he did was undress.” Grim studies me.
“Yeah, but he’s beautiful and looks like he was made for fucking.” I watch Grim for his reaction to my words.
He surprises me by taking a step closer and reaching for the hem of his shirt. He drops it to the floor after removing it. Completely undaunted, he tilts his head to the side. “Am I?” He steps even closer, and I have to tip my head back to keep eye contact with him.
“Are you what?” I whisper, my throat going a little dry. Calix is masculine, but Grim is male perfection personified.
“Made for fucking?”
Chapter 22
Igulp, completely taken off guard by his question. He seems strangely sincere. I run my fingers from the outside of his shoulder over his collarbone to the center of his chest. I take in the lean lines of his physique and the sheer flawlessness of his face. It doesn’t seem fair that he would be so damn, cruelly perfect. Even if he had a micro dick, he would still be a wet dream. But fortunately, I know from our little make-out session that he’s not hurting in the package department either.
“I want to know what you feel like inside me, what you sound like when you come,” I tell him with all honesty.
Grim exhales loudly enough that it could be considered a low groan. “I think I was made to fuck you.” Heat flashes in Grim’s eyes as a pool of warmth settles low in my belly.
“Aren’t those just the sweetest words.” I lean up on my toes and softly place my lips against Grim’s. My hands immediately go to his shoulders so I can steady myself. There’s something about him that makes me forget all reason, makes me want to just climb right inside him and curl up like a contented cat basking in the sun.
Grim grabs my wrist and glides it down his body. He sucks in a breath as my palm brushes over his nipple, only releasing it when I guide my fingers back up and gently flick it with my fingernail.
His grip tightens on my wrist and he drags my hand down over his obliques, I can feel his muscles shifting under my touch, jumping up to meet my fingers as if he can’t wait for me to caress more of him.
We move my hand lower and it becomes clear pretty quickly that he can make these clothes disappear just as easily as the cloak. I gasp when I feel the little indent next to his hip. Grim slides his tongue, still tangling with mine, deeper into my mouth, and makes a masculine sound of need.
With a quick, jerky movement, Grim places my hand on his cock. I lick his lip with the tip of my tongue then retreat from the kiss so I can look down at him. His much larger hand is still locked around my wrist. I curl my fingers around his dick, and his knees bend slightly as he tips his head back on his shoulders. “Made for you,” he murmurs, sighing as I move my hand up and down a few times, jacking him off.
While Grim’s chest is bare, he has a thin line of dark hair leading from his belly button down to his thick cock. He may not be as long as Calix, but fuck if he isn’t just as perfect down here as the rest of him.
“Damn, I think you’re right. How can you have such a pretty dick?” I lower myself to my knees, kissing my way down his belly as I do. Grim’s breaths are coming in short, heavy pants. I look up to find him staring down at me, his chest heaving as if he’s just run a mile. He releases my wrist then slams his hand against the wall, and I hear the plaster crack. “You’ll be fixing that,” I singsong, before taking him into the warm, wet heat of my mouth.
I let my eyes close, and a soft moan vibrates up my throat. Damn, he even tastes good. I never mind giving head—I like being the one to give pleasure—but giving Grim head is fucking magical. He smells like clean soap and tastes refreshing, like a cool glass of water on a hot day.
Grim’s knees soften, and his thighs begin to tremble a little. You’d think he’d never had a blowy before. “Oh stars,” he groans, while threading the fingers of his left hand into my hair. I’m not expecting the gentle way he cradles the side of my head, or the soft murmurs he’s making. Keeping my hand fisted around his base, I pull my mouth all the way off him, but continue to slowly stroke Grim’s dick.
“This changes nothing,” I warn the both of us. I could grow addicted to the way he’s making me feel right now.
Grim’s eyes flash with that fiery heat. With deft movements, he reaches down and slides his hands under my arms, lifting me from the floor as if I weigh nothing. “Fuck you,” he growls. “It changes everything.”
