"Instead of a blubbering mess?" she asked, sitting up to press her ass into her ankles, looking down at me, the towel knot near her breast looking loose, just barely holding on. It was an inappropriate moment for my cock to get hard, but cocks never really gave a fuck about the right moment.
"Ya can be all sorts of messes around me, duchess," I assured her, unable to stop my hand from reaching out, grabbing the tuck, and pulling it free, watching as the material fell down to her calves, leaving her fucking perfectly naked before me.
"Don't be giving me that look," she told me, attempting a firm voice.
"Why not?"
"Because you need to feed me," she informed me, lifting her chin, trying to act unaffected, but her nipples tweaked harder. I'd bet my life savings that if I touched her pussy, she'd already be wet.
"Aye, I will," I agreed, grabbing one of her thighs, forcing it over my body, spreading her. "But first..." I said, sliding down, watching as realization lit her face, "I'm fuckin' famished."
"Ad... fuck," she hissed, hand slapping down on her own thigh, the smack reverberating off the walls and back at us, making my cock only strain harder as I let my tongue slide up her wet pussy, finding her clit, sucking it until she was gasping for breath.
She was always easy when you went down on her. Within three minutes, her thighs were shaking almost uncontrollably, her breathing a harsh, labored rhythm.
Another minute, and she was screaming out instead of simply moaning.
Another after that, and her pussy was shaking as she came.
"Fuck. Gotta feel that," I told her, yanking her down my body as I freed my cock, shoving inside as her pussy was still spasming, making another wave wash over her at the sudden invasion, getting my cock impossibly harder still.
I didn't have the control to make it last all night, the day's events, the adrenaline, the worry, the weird chest heat thing, it was all coiled inside, making me fuck her hard, fast, seeking a release my system so desperately needed.
"Fuck, Adler," she cried, falling forward as her pussy grabbed me as she came again, milking my own orgasm out of me, calling out her name with an almost desperate sound.
She fell into me for a moment, evening out her breathing, before she hopped up, heading to the bathroom, coming back a moment later.
When the bed depressed, but she didn't move in to my side, I forced my muscles to lift me, turning onto my side.
To find her sitting there.
Eating the fucking cold chicken with her bare fingers.
"What? It's still good. Hell, it's fast food. It will probably stay good for another two decades," she added, shoving another piece into her mouth. "The fries are a little yuck," she went on, but shoved a handful into her mouth.
A laugh burst out of me, making her brows draw low. "What?" she asked.
"This is gonna be fuckin' fun," I told her.
"What will be?"
"This."
"What this?"
I pushed up, moving to sit beside her, accepting a fry when she held it up to my lips, wrapping an arm around her lower back, pulling her tight to my side.
"Us."
And so it was.EPILOGUELou - 3 weeks"Jesus Christ, Peyt," Lenny's voice called, eyes wide. "What the actual fuck is this thing?" she asked, holding up this massive, red, bumpy, tapered, well, cock.
"Oh!" Peyton squealed, actually clapping her hands as she rushed around her kitchen counter where she'd been pouring wine, grabbing the shaft, and pulling it to her chest lovingly. "This is Gregor."
"Yeah," Lenny said, sharing a look with me before glancing back at her friend. "We are going to need more than that. What the fuck is it? Because it looks like an..."
"Alien cock?" Peyton asked, beaming, fucking beaming. "That's because it is! It's an alien dildo."
"Please tell me it is just a movie prop or something," I implored, raising my glass to take a sip.
"Prop? No! It's fully functional."
Lenny's gaze went to mine again, both of us seeming to have a silent conversation.
Like... If it is a dildo, how is it functional? Dildos didn't do anything.
And... Yeah, but this is Peyton we're talking about here. Sex toy connoisseur. She knows the difference between a dildo and a vibrator.
"Alright. Functional how?" Lenny asked, sounding scared to know the answer.
"You want a demonstration?"
"Look, Peyt, I like you and all," I started, shaking my head, "But we are not pussy/dildo demonstration friends."
"Oh, please. Like I'd whip out the goods. No, here," she said, lifting it, and slamming it down on the counter where, I'd be damned, the thing fucking suction cupped into place. "Ready?" she asked, practically bouncing on her heels.
Lenny took a deep breath. "I'm pretty sure that no matter what happens with that freaky alien cock, that neither of us could ever be prepared. But fire it up."