“Will you come inside me again, Bishop?” I asked, staring down at him. “Fill me up.”
“Fuck,” he moaned.
His arms tightened around me and he thrust his torso up. I moaned aloud, barely able to balance as he began to fuck me harder. I felt my breasts bouncing on my chest. His hands grabbed them, holding them steady as he grunted and thrusted. My clit rubbed against the fur on his body, creating a grinding sensation that I had not anticipated.
My orgasm was loud, and wet, and met quickly with his own as he roared, the sound muffled by the webbing on the walls of the nest. He was panting, holding himself inside me as he twitched beneath me.
I suppressed a giggle as I watched his legs flex and twitch, not unlike a spider that had just been smooshed. I smiled, leaning down to kiss him as I slid off his cock.
“I have to go,” I said. “What time is it?”
“Go?” he asked, looking afraid. “Justine, why would you go?”
“I can’t stay here,” I told him. “You know that, don’t you?”
“Why can’t you?” he asked, pulling me against him as his many eyes roamed my face. “Stay with me, Justine.”
“I. . .”
I had never been propositioned like this before. What was I to tell him? That I very well could not abandon my life and run away with the carnival’s spider-man? Could I?
I caressed his cheek, feeling the heartache pulsing out of him.
“Let me check my phone,” I told him. “And get dressed. What if your friends walked in here and saw me?”
He gave a disgruntled clicking noise, a spider growl. He stood and picked me up, carrying me tenderly down the web and back to the ground. His pedipalps stayed on me, as if afraid to stop touching me, as I reached for my clothes. My purse was flung into a corner and I reached into it, pulling out my phone. It was nearly six in the morning.
“Come to breakfast,” he said. “Meet the others.”
I could see him clinging, trying to find a reason to delay my departure. Meet the others?
“Are there others like you here?” I asked.
“No, I am the only one of my kind,” he answered.
“No, others who are . . . not all human?”
He nodded. Damn. I hated to say that sold me.
“Would it not be weird to bring a random girl to breakfast? I probably look a mess after last night.”
“I have a comb,” he smiled.
ChapterNine
We showered again.And fucked again. And showered after that. Then I was finally dressed, my hair combed, and Bishop was smiling as he led me through another web covered door. Instead of leading into another room, we entered the fresh air. It was chilly and the sun was barely rising. There was a fence strung up on one side, blocking the main carnival grounds from the behind-the-scenes area.
There were different tents and campers parked along the empty field where the carnival was set up. I saw a few people roaming about, handling their morning chores. I pressed closer to Bishop, uncertain that any of these people were going to even want me here. Bishop’s fingers brushed fondly through my hair as we followed the scent of cooking food. My stomach growled as I smelt bacon.
There were voices ahead of us, and I paused for a moment. Bishop turned, looking back at me with many curved brows.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“They will mean you no harm,” he assured me.
I gripped his hand tighter, and we walked beneath a large tent strung with lights. There was a sizzling griddle over a portable gas stove, and my eyes widened as I saw the collection of people there. Some looked normal. Others appeared like typical carnival folk. I saw the clown from the gate – Roger – waving Bishop over.
The spider next to me nudged me forward. Eyes grew wide as I stepped out of Bishop’s shadow.