Smash & Grab: RELIC #1

by Maz Maddox

“Kinda.” I shrugged. “It’s more uncomfortable than painful.”

  “How can you do that? Are you some sort of alien manipulation? Gene splicing? Secret government project used for battle? A virus gone wrong?” Simon rambled, eyes searching mine for all the deep, hidden secrets.

  “Like the T virus but with dinosaurs?” I offered. It broke my heart when he wrinkled his nose.

  “What?”

  “How are you so cute and nerdy but know nothing about your culture?” It was truly tragic. Why do the beautiful ones always hurt you the most?

  “I don’t study viruses. Oh, is that the zombie thing from The Walking Dead?” He asked hopefully.

  “My sweet, sweet, Simon.”

  “Really, Dalton. I need to know. I have to be able to wrap my brain around this.” Simon sat on the mattress again and pleaded with his eyes. How could I say no to that face? I took a seat beside him and exhaled. The urge to fuck with him and just start explaining the T virus from Resident Evil was almost too overpowering. Instead, I just coughed up the actual truth.

  “We’ve always been around, at least as far as I know. Ever since the first bubble of life on this planet, there’s been those of us who can move between forms. Way before humans, way before things with spines and eyeballs, we were there. I’ve lived countless lives, Simon. I’ve moved between forms for so long, I can’t really tell you when it started.”

  “Can you turn into other things?” Simon asked in a hushed whisper, like we were discussing where the Holy Grail was buried. “Besides a human and a raptor?”

  I shook my head. “Not anymore. Before the mass extinction in the Cretaceous, we moved around as we pleased. My raptor form was just one of many, but something I felt deeply connected to. Every once in a while, we feel that tether, I guess. Like we’re hooked in a little deeper than the other bodies we’ve had. When the meteor hit, it changed us. It changed everything.”

  “It definitely changed the planet forever,” Simon agreed. “It set the path for life as we know now.”

  “You’re so sexy when you talk earth science to me, sugar bear.” I tossed him a wink and he tried to look annoyed. It was cute. “When it hit, I shifted into something small and buried myself deep, hoping to sleep through whatever was happening. I didn’t wake up until about forty years ago as a human.”

  “Holy shit. You slept through 65 million years?” Simon shook his head. “How?”

  “Shit if I know,” I said honestly. “None of us know.”

  “‘Us” as in your team?” Simon asked and I nodded. “Is that what happened to them too?”

  “Basically. We woke up at different times. Royal and I woke up around the same time in the 80’s, Baha’s been around since the 60’s and I have no idea how old Yu is. Montana was alive during Marsh and Cope’s glory days. He was one of the people who helped steer them to their biggest finds.”

  “No shit!” Simon laughed. “Did he work with Cope or Marsh?”

  “Both. They were apparently assholes,” I said around a laugh. “But him and Reaper, another one of us, were on a mission to uncover our lineage and show the world. As well as find more like ourselves.”

  “How many of you are there?” He sounded lost in wonder, his words soft and full of imagination and excitement.

  “I don’t know. There’s five of us on our team since Reaper died, but we run into outliers from time to time who prefer to stay alone.”

  “Died? You’re not immortal?” Simon’s eyebrows connected in concern.

  “We can definitely die,” I corrected. “That’s why we moved between forms. It was a survival tactic, like rapid adaption to a situation instead of an environment. If I was cornered as a cute little Gallimimus, I could flex into a theropod and fuck shit up. It was pretty handy.”

  “Wow.” Simon exhaled, his mind no doubt on overdrive. “So, can you shapeshift into other people? You said you woke up as a human...like as a baby?”

  “I woke up just like this.” I waved a hand over my still naked form. “We only have adult sizes. And I’m all adult, sweet cheeks.”

  “Do you age? Will you grow old?”

  “I dunno,” I said honestly. “Montana didn’t. He’s been alive since the early 1900s and he still looks the same. So, maybe not. We don’t typically stay in the same form for that long. Before I was this dashing specimen of a man that you see before you, I would change forms every couple days. Maybe months if I really liked it.”

  “I can’t imagine everything you’ve seen. Everything you must have experienced. You’ve seen the world in ways humans have only speculated. You know what the world was like before any living creature could document it. I hope you understand how priceless that is, Dalton.” Simon’s eyes sparkled as he spoke. “I could ask you questions about the earth in its youth for years.”

  I clicked my tongue. “I would answer them the best way I could. The perception of an animal isn’t the same as being a human. This is the most conscious and self-aware I’ve ever been. Yeah, I was alive for millions of years, but I was alive as a bug for a huge haul of it. A fish for another. Even in my raptor form, everything is way more basic. I can tell you how things look, smell, feel -- but I can’t describe to you the depths of what I experienced. My brain doesn’t operate the same way.”

  “You knew who I was as a raptor. I could see it in your eyes.” Simon shook his head. “I looked at you and you looked right back. You can’t be operating simply off basic instinct.”

  I smirked. “Yeah, you’re right. I know you when I’m in my other form. You’re my Pretty Simon.” Oh, the blush that crept up his neck at that. “When I see you, all I want is to shake my tail, feed you rabbits and keep you safe.”

  He blinked, his mouth open a moment as he wrangled his words. “That...is both the weirdest pick up line I’ve ever heard, and the sweetest thing anyone’s ever said to me.”

  “Weird and sweet, that’s what I strive for.” I reached out and cupped his chin, running my thumb over it gently. “We’ve never told anyone about us, Simon. This has always been a well-guarded secret I swore I’d take to my grave. I hope you know how precious that is. I don’t go around tossing this information out.”

  “Why did you tell me?” he asked softly after a moment. “I was convinced I dreamed the whole thing. You could have gotten away with it.”

  Wasn’t that the ten million dollar question.

  “I trust you.” I admitted, feeling that damn bloom of heat in my chest again. “And I like you.”

  When Simon pulled my hand away from his chin, I thought maybe I had tossed too much out too soon. I did just tell him about my real age, which meant I was into guys millions of years younger than me. Maybe it was too much. Maybe it was too weird and insane to want to roll around with an ancient entity that just confessed to wanting to feed him rabbits.

  It was a lot to ask of someone.

  Needless to say, I was surprised when I was pulled into a kiss. Not just a kiss, but a passionate, demanding kiss that stole my breath away. Simon’s mouth was already a weakness for me, but feeling him urge open my lips with his as he squeezed the nape of my neck made me melt. He pretended to be such a polite, coy thing until you pushed his buttons just right.

  Then he was a bossy, hungry professor with an agenda.

  God, I really needed to start writing down all these new kinks.

  Since I was still naked from the shift, I got the benefit of easy access. Simon’s hands were eager to explore as he urged me backwards onto the mattress. He huffed and pulled his shirt off as I tried to tug it over his head, switching to his jeans once the shirt was tossed away.

  He cussed and rolled over to slip his pants all the way off, kicking them to the floor as I climbed on to top of him. I chuckled as he reached for me, trying to pull me down into another kiss. Instead, I grabbed his wrists and playfully pinned them beside his head, pressing them into the pillow.

  “I want you to fuck me, my Pretty Simon,” I cooed, leaning down just far enough to brush his
nose with mine. “I won’t be satisfied with just another sexy showertime hand job.”

  “I’ve never done that,” he said in a rush, an embarrassed blush deepening the flush of lust over his face. “With a guy, I mean. I’ve had sex. With a woman. Jesus Christ.”

  “You don’t have to call me Jesus, Simon. I already said you could fuck me.”

  “You’re impossible.” He licked his lips and swallowed. “Can I...blow you first?”

  “Baby, you never have to ask if you can blow me,” I assured him. “The answer is always yes.”

  I released his wrists and repositioned myself over him while he lay on the bed, my cock just a breath away from his lips. When he looked up at me, his eyes were unsure and I saw him swallow.

  “This ok?” I arched an eyebrow. “You don’t have to.”

  “Nervous.” He winced. “Not sexy, I know. This is all new.”

  “But you have gotten your dick sucked before, right? Good. Then you know what feels good. Do that. Gagging is a compliment.”

  I watched his throat as he swallowed again, and Simon reached up and gave me a few slow, warm tugs as he worked up the nerve to try anything with his mouth. I wasn’t in a rush, since he was doing just fine with his hand, so I hummed and let him know just how much I liked it.

  If I was addicted to Simon’s mouth before, then I had transcended into full blown crazed zealot the moment his tongue touched my cock. I was ready to build temples dedicated to Simon’s lips when he pulled me into his mouth, licking and savoring me like I was made of candy. It’s not like this was the first time someone had gone down on me before. But this...this was fucking magic.

  His hands explored my hips, cupped my ass and squeezed when he tried to go deep. When he had to pull back and catch his breath, he’d kiss my lightning bolts before returning to work. I needed so many more lightning bolts if they guaranteed Simon’s attention.

  The urge to buck my hips and mouth fuck him was almost too much to handle. I gripped the simple wooden bed frame with both hands as I forced myself to stay still, cursing and moaning like Simon was draining my life force. When I felt the telling tingle down my spine, I pulled back and took a deep breath. I hadn’t dared looked down to watch Simon taking my cock into his mouth, because I was absolutely sure I would have popped.

  I nearly did anyway at seeing his swollen, wet lips and hooded brown eyes that were dark with lust.

  “You taste good.” His voice was low, raspy and completely hot.

  “It’s illegal how hot your sex face is.”

  That cheeky bastard actually smirked at me when I said that. Like he knew.

  I pointed a finger at him. “Don’t move.” He obeyed as I dismounted and snatched my jeans from the floor. From my wallet, I plucked a condom and small pack of lube, discarding the rest as I crawled back over to Simon.

  He reached for the condom but I smacked his hand away, tearing it open with my teeth and slipping it free. Simon huffed and leaned his head back as I rolled it over his cock, which I did super slowly just to torture him. Once he was suited up and ready, I sat on his hips with my back to him, tearing the lube packet open and smothering my fingers with the slippery substance. The goal was to not only make sure we were both oiled up for take off, but drive Simon insane while I got us ready.

  Watching his brown eyes widen as I prepped myself in front of him was delicious, and I grinned over my shoulder as I pushed my fingers inside.

  “Fuck,” he whispered, his throat tight.

  “Hmm, that is the plan,” I teased.

  SIMON

  Watching Dalton saddle up for a reverse cowboy was likely the most erotic display I had ever seen.

  In all the insane events that transpired over the past week, having sex with Dalton was only second to seeing a dinosaur in real life. And the list was pretty damn impressive at this point.

  The nervousness I had felt when we crawled into bed together had evaporated the moment I heard his happy whimpering. My selfconscious fear about my lack of experience was overshadowed by Dalton’s praises.

  The bright splash of color across his back shifted as he reached behind himself and lined me up for entry. My hands squeezed his calves as he slowly impaled himself with my cock. I was thankful he gave me a moment to fight back the bolt of pleasure that danced up my spine at the feeling of his heat surrounding me.

  Dalton moved his hand away as he rolled his hips, and I heard him hiss in pleasure. Everything about the way he moved was controlled and strong, the muscles in his back, legs and ass flexing as he moved his hips in a lazy wave. The slow rhythm was blissful and sexy, well practiced and easy for his well toned body to handle.

  He laced his fingers behind his head to show off more of his physique, never once dropping his motion. I ran my hand up his back to feel the coiled strength, shivering at the squeeze he gave me in appreciation. My hand slipped to his hip as I began to match his movements, pushing my hips up as he rolled down, wanting to feel myself go deeper.

  His shoulders tightened as he isolated his movements, the long, slow wave shortening to a controlled bounce. Dalton moved like a goddamn porn star, like he had been honing his strength just to show off in the bedroom. I couldn’t contain my groan at feeling his round ass riding me like I was a prop in an amateur porno video.

  The strength and stamina he had was incredibly hot, and the slickness of his skin from the exercise made his tattoos shine. I sat up to wrap my arm around his waist, bracing myself with my other palm to keep leverage for thrusting. The smell of his sweat was musky against the spicy spike of his fading bodywash, his pink hair soft with the hint of citrus.

  Dalton grinned over his shoulder, turning his head to capture my lips in a searing kiss as we moved together. He panted against me, murmured how amazing I felt inside of him.

  “I wanna face you,” I said between catching my breath and kissing him. “Lie down on your back.”

  Dalton’s icy blue eyes dilated, and for a brief moment, I swore I was gazing into the wide pupils of the beast that wanted to eat me.

  Or, I guess, feed me rabbits.

  He eased off me slowly, smirking as I sucked air in between my teeth. When he twisted around, his hand caught the back of my neck to drag me down with him, our mouths clashing together with sparks of dazzling passion. I hooked his long legs over my shoulders, huffing at the weight of them as I pressed back inside. Dalton tossed his head back with a happy whine, his hand fisting his cock as I moved.

  Listening to the dirty talk spilling from his lips was almost as sinful as watching him writhe, his hair falling down around his face from the sweat and heat. The pink strands stuck to his forehead and cheek, making his blue, hooded stare seem so much more vivid. I may not have been a prime porn actor like he was, but I did my best to play the role of the satisfying dick to the star.

  I could have spent an eternity watching the pleasure rippling over Dalton’s face as I drove into him, his mouth moving from silent cries to desperate lip biting. As the hand wrapped around his cock began to speed up, his dirty sex talk turned into pleas. A choked gasped was the only warning he was able to muster before his orgasm hit, my thrusts in time with the pattern of his splatters.

  That was the last push over the edge, my spine sizzling as my own wave crashed onto shore. I roared like a primal beast, unable to keep myself quiet from the pent up swell of ecstasy that Dalton ignited in me.

  Dalton gazed up at me in hazy bliss, his cheeks flushed a shade of pink that was only a bit lighter than his hair, his lips quirked up in a lazy, happy grin. He was covered in splashes of ecstasy that drizzled as his chest rose and fell. As I eased out of him, I took a moment to mentally capture how impossibly beautiful he was on those ugly hotel sheets.

  “Could I trouble you for a towel, handsome?” he asked, his voice rough like he had just been roused from a deep sleep.

  “Yeah, I just...wanted to watch you a minute.” I hoped it didn’t sound creepy. His smirk seemed content, so I assumed it was alright. I
discarded the condom before grabbing a towel from the bathroom, and Dalton made a little noise of happy amazement when I cleaned off his chest for him.

  “Such a gentleman,” he teased. “Cleaning up my spunk and everything.”

  “You are such a charmer,” I snorted. “Maybe I just wanted to get you cleaned off so I could spoon you properly.”

  “Only if you’re the big spoon.” He winked, the gesture so slow and relaxed it almost looked like a blink. “But first, I need a fucking cigarette.”

  As Dalton lazily rolled off the bed to find his pack of cigarettes, I allowed myself to quietly take in his features. Even after sharing such a fun, passionate moment with him, I couldn’t help but feel a tug of astonishment that he was here with me. Not only was his existence mind-blowing and impossible, but he was something amazing.

  His tattoos added such an air of defiance to his character, mixing with his cuddly nature and playful sense of rebellion to make him such a charming scoundrel.

  Who...liked me.

  Me.

  The man who had smelled like a basement when we first met, and consistently failed to score second dates.

  As he lit his cigarette and pushed the window open to blow the smoke outside, I felt a warm grip around my heart.

  I was falling for this guy.

  This...pink punk, bat wielding bodyguard. Who could shift into a dinosaur.

  And liked to be the little spoon.

  Oh, shit.

  Chapter Twelve

  Simon

  “Is it alright if I ask you more about...you know...how it all works?”

  Dalton had finished his cigarette and crawled into bed, leaning back against the headboard as we figured out what pizza to order. We weren’t going anywhere until morning, so ordering something slathered in cheese sounded beyond heavenly.

  He gave a shrug. “Yeah. Shoot.”

  There were countless questions rolling around in my head, and organizing them all was giving me a mild migraine. “When you said you “woke up”, what do you mean? You had been sleeping underground for what, sixty five million years? Did you wake up underground?”