He vibrates me into another orgasm, and then he takes mercy on me. Moving up my body, he languidly kisses the ticklish spots around my hip bones and abdomen. He cups my breasts and then forces me to lose my mind again when he does the vibrating tongue thing to my nipples. I moan and whimper and scream my approval, and then I kiss the fuck out of him when his lips are within attacking distance.
I can taste my desire on his tongue, but I’m not even fussed about it. It’s not going to earn so much as a nose wrinkle from me, because anyone who can do what he just did deserves to be worshipped, and I am up for the task. I roll my hips against him, my pussy begging to take his cock for a ride. I wrap my hand around him and start working him slowly root to tip, while I break up our kiss and move my mouth to his ear.
“You feel so fucking good,” I purr, stroking him leisurely, his wetness coating my palm and smoothing out my rhythm. “You want to fuck me, Treno? You want to shove this cock deep in my pussy while I scream your name?” I ask him, and he groans deeply in reply and sucks at my neck.
He drops a hand between us and pushes fingers inside of me, and I purr and grind against the palm of his hand.
“You make me so fucking wet. Do you feel how much I want you? I want you so deep inside of me, fucking me hard and fast. Do you want to fuck me?” I ask.
This time, Treno nips at my earlobe and growls a resounding yes. “I need to be inside of you, flower. I need to claim you. I need to feel you clench around me as I fill you up and make you mine,” he rumbles in my ear, and even more desire flutters through my limbs at his words and needy tone.
“Then fuck me,” I command.
Treno snarls his approval, biting down on my earlobe, and lines himself up with me. I’m so fucking wet that his size isn’t even an issue as he buries his cock balls deep between my thighs.
“Yes,” I shout over and over again, my praise and encouragement punctuating each deep perfectly timed thrust.
I pull my knees back, opening myself up as wide as I can to accommodate his large body. We both shout out at the new deeper connection, and he takes over, pressing down on my knees, spreading me and using the hold as leverage. I shove my fingers in his hair and pull lightly so there’s just a hint of delicious pressure at his roots, and Treno’s sensual growl lets me know he loves it. He leans in and sucks on my bottom lip as he rolls his hips with each thrust. He gets so fucking deep it feels like he’s lighting up every nerve ending I have between my thighs.
“Fuck yes! Make me come, just like that...make me fucking come!” I order, and he leans down his mouth to my ear, clearly taking a page out of my book.
“You like that, flower? Like when I own you and work you into a frenzy? Mmmm, you feel so good around my cock. Come all over it like you did my tongue. Scream my name and come for me, flower.”
Treno whispers all the best dirty shit in my ear, and I could practically cry from the massive orgasm I feel building in my cells.
“Harder,” I bark out. “Yes, right there! Fuck, I’m going to come...right there…”
I scream and shatter as Treno fucks me into the best fucking orgasm ever. He comes inside of me, kissing me and mumbling incoherent shit like mate and mine against my lips. I’m so fucking exhausted as release tingles through me like waves, and all I want to do is sleep and then wake up and fuck him all over again. I want to spend weeks on this dude’s dick, and even then, it might not be enough.
Fuck, that was good!
Treno chuckles and rolls onto his back, panting. He laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand up to his mouth and kisses it sweetly. Pigeon is giving him a standing ovation, and I get the distinct impression that she flings a my turn at me. And that throws me off.
“You can’t fuck Treno; that’s weird, you creep.”
Pigeon rolls her eyes at me and then flashes me Treno’s white gryphon—and a brief synopsis of everything she’d like to do with him. My eyebrows shoot up to my hairline, and I beg her to stop.
“How the fuck is that even possible? You know what…I don’t want to know, keep your perv to yourself, okay?”
Pigeon chuckles and flashes me an image of an Amish woman.
“Did you just call me a prude?” I demand, completely offended. “First of all, rude. Second of all, you just watched what Treno and I did together, so you know that’s bullshit.”
Smug satisfaction flickers through me, and I can tell that somehow Pigeon thinks I’m making her point. She flashes me another my turn and then a memory of me at the movies. I stare at it for a second until I realize what she’s trying to say.
“It’s my turn to watch?” I ask, trying to confirm that I’m understanding her correctly.
Images of lights and alarms sound off in my head like I just won money in Vegas. I open my mouth to tell her she’s lost it when I realize that, if I’m being fair, I may not have much of a choice in this. How can I fuck my brains out but expect her not to?
Treno’s laugh pulls me away from the uncomfortable direction of my thoughts.
“You didn’t hear any of that, did you?” he asks, rolling to his side and tracing the curve of my breast with his finger.
I offer a sheepish smile.
“What are you thinking about now?” he teases good-naturedly.
“Gryphon porn,” I reply before I can stop myself.
He barks out a laugh. “Why, by the stars, are you thinking about that?”
“I don’t know, it just hit me. How does it work? Do we just hang around and watch like perverts? Does it feel good to us too? How do you keep your gryphon from humping everything?”
I shoot out questions rapid-fire, and with each one I voice, another pops up in my head. Treno laughs hard and then kisses me softly before pulling back. “I don’t actually know what it’s like. I haven’t experienced it yet, but from—”
“Wait. What?” I ask cutting him off. “You’ve never allowed your gryphon to let his freak flag fly?”
Shock radiates out of my tone, and Treno’s brow dips in confusion.
“Of course not,” he defends, like I’ve just accused him of something seriously fucked up. “When a gryphon mates, it’s for life. It’s different than when we mate in this form,” Treno explains, gesturing to my naked body and his. “We can mate in this form for pleasure, and it doesn’t create a bond, that is unless it happens after a mate call. But if a gryphon mates in its gryphon form, those gryphons are immediately bonded for life.”
“Oh okay, that makes sense,” I state.
“So is it usual for a gryphon to be a massive ball of lust until they mate?” I ask, thinking of Pigeon and all the fucking with my hormones she does.
“No, the opposite is true. A gryphon’s mating instinct can only be sparked by their true mate. If they don’t find them, then that part of them stays dormant.”
My eyebrows crinkle as I think that through.
“Wait...but you said that your gryphon wanted to fuck mine?” I remind him, like somehow there must be a loophole.
Treno laughs like he thinks I just told a hilarious joke. He immediately stops when he realizes I’m not laughing too.
“Well, yes, of course my gryphon wants to mate with yours because she’s his mate,” he declares, his eyes filling with concern.