Friends With The Monsters

by Albany Walker

  “Take your clothes off for me, Dami.” It’s not really a request; his words are spoken too gravelly for that.

  I lift my top off and reach behind me to remove my bra. Calix’s hand fists around his cock, and he gives it a few absentminded strokes.

  I shimmy out of my jeans, bending all the way over so my ass is right up against the glass to remove the pants from my feet. When I stand, I have them in my hand, but drop them in a heap next to me.

  “Beautiful,” he mutters to himself.

  “Want to know a secret?” I whisper.

  “I want to know your every secret,” Calix answers quickly.

  I step to the side so Calix can see the window and run my hand over the frame. “The day I first saw you as a lion, Nemean,” I amend, “was the day I met you at the club. That next morning, with the window, I was thinking about you. It was your cock I imagined I was riding.”

  Calix takes a heavy step forward, his nostrils flaring. “If I hadn’t been so fucking mesmerized, I would have scaled the wall to get inside this room. Do you have any idea how much I wanted you?” It’s not really a question.

  I lift my arms. “Well, here I am. What are you waiting for?” Calix is on me in the next second. He spins me around roughly and fists the back of my hair. My back bows and the bottom of my ribs hit the wall in front of me. I grind my ass back against him.

  The air in my lungs comes out in a whoosh as he flattens me against the wall. His shoulders are so big, they almost curl over mine as he surrounds me. Calix reaches down, grabs the inside of my thigh with his free hand, and lifts, so my leg is butterflied up against the wall.

  I don’t get any warning, any preparation, before he pushes himself inside me. I tip my forehead to the wall and lift up on my toes. Holy shit, he’s big, but fuck if I don’t like the rough friction of him sliding inside me. Once he reaches a certain point, he glides in smoothly, my body having already been prepared for his, merely needing a few seconds to catch up.

  Calix releases my hair as he places his forearm on the back of my neck. “Is this what you imagined I’d feel like? Thick and hard, giving your hungry, wet pussy everything I have?” He punctuates his words with slow thrusts of his hips. I can barely breathe, let alone move, but my body is singing.

  “Better,” I pant. “This is so much better.” Both of my hands are on the wall as I push back against him. Calix makes a rumbling sound and slaps his hips against my ass. I bet if I bent over, he’d go even deeper. My eyes roll back in my head at the mere thought. I don’t know if I can handle more of him, but fuck, I’m going to enjoy trying.

  “Years,” Calix pants into my ear. “I’ve been waiting years to feel you around me. Damn near lost my mind thinking about what you would feel like wrapped around my dick. But this…” His words trail off and he starts bucking into me harder, faster. “Nothing could prepare me for this.” He moves his forearm off the back of my neck and slowly releases my leg, until both of my feet are flat on the ground. Calix reaches for my wrists and tugs them behind me and out.

  I lean back a little and steal a deep breath. My heart is pumping double time as he continues to crash his hips into me. Calix bites the side of my neck where my shoulder begins, hard, and a soft whimper falls from my lips as I squirm into his bite.

  “Don’t move.” Calix’s order comes out muffled. His teeth are still pinching into my shoulder. My body goes still at his command, as does his, and I start to pant. The hands on my wrists loosen as he gently trails his fingers up my arms, until he’s cupping my breasts in his hands. The slight pain in my shoulder transforms as he rolls my nipples between his fingers and begins fucking me again, slowly this time.

  Calix’s teeth unlock from my shoulder and I feel his rough, wide tongue slide over the spot. “Hey, Chomper, a little warning next time,” I mumble with a huff.

  “Why?” Calix pumps into me hard. “Your body doesn’t lie, Dami. Your pussy was about to break my cock off, you were squeezing me so tightly.” Calix licks up the side of my neck and jerks me back. “Just like that.” He chuckles darkly into my ear when I squeeze him again.

  I pinch my lips closed and tighten my inner muscles. “You mean like that?” I swivel my hips and tilt my ass back toward him. Calix groans and his hands slide down to my hips. I may like to be fucked, but I like to do the fucking, too.

  I push away from Calix and spin to face him. “I didn’t say I didn’t like it. I said to warn me first.”

  Calix licks his lips and bobs his head eagerly. “Okay.” He reaches for me, his eyes wide and wild like he thinks I’m going to deny him now.

  I let him come to me, let him slide his hand over the curve of my hip and draw me close. His lips go to the same shoulder he bit, and he kisses me gently, reverently. I walk us backwards until the bed hits the back of my legs.

  Calix climbs over me as I lie back on the bed. I keep my eyes on his as his gaze roams all over my body. When his eyes finally meet mine, he leans down and kisses me. I slide my hands into his hair and lean up to meet him stroke for stroke with my tongue and lips.

  It’s not too long before Calix is grinding against me. This time he doesn’t rush; he waits until I grab the head of his dick and run it up and down my pussy.

  His eyes squeeze shut, and he makes that rumbling sound again. “Okay, Chomper, you gonna be a good boy?” I croon into his ear, while still rubbing him over my clit.

  “Fuck yes,” he blows out.

  I guide him back inside me, and we both groan in response. Calix places his forehead on mine, his eyes wide open, as he pushes deeper. Fuck, if it doesn’t feel like he’s peering at my soul with those hazel orbs of his. I’m tempted to close my eyes, but I don’t. I let him look. Let him see all the dark places inside me, all the jagged edges formed over the years from rejection and loneliness.

  I expect him to look away, to be the one to break the stare, but he doesn’t. Instead, he tips his chin and places a soft kiss on my lips with his eyes still locked on mine.

  My breathing starts to speed up even more as the desire to run from him fills me. I don’t want to feel this; I don’t want to get to the point of no return, the point where it will rip my heart out if he leaves.

  “Damiana,” Calix purrs, and cups my cheek. “Where’d you go?” His forehead lands on mine again, and his breaths mingle with my own. I’m fighting so hard not to let this mean anything, but it fucking feels like it does. Why does it feel like he’s got his hand around my fucking heart instead of stroking my cheek?

  I reach up and grab the back of Calix’s hair in a fist. “If you’re fucking with me…or waiting until you’ve seeped into my bones before you leave me, I’ll make you beg for death. Do you hear me?”

  One corner of Calix’s lips tilts up, but it’s not a real smile; it’s doleful at best. “Dami, we’re not going anywhere. I’m sorry we’re part of the reason you don’t trust us yet, but you will. I promise you will.”

  I release his hair with a flick of my fingers and click my tongue, angry that I even let him see how much he’s already affecting me, and what’s worse? He knows it’s not just him, but all of them.

  Calix averts his gaze from mine, but he glides his hands up my body, not letting me forget that he’s inside me—in more ways than one. My stupid body caves to his touch the same way my stupid heart already has. I curl my hips up to meet his.

  Calix takes that as a sign to start working his hips against mine again. I let the heady rush of pleasure help me forget about all the emotional bullshit, and give myself permission to just feel. I reach for his ass and dig my nails into him, urging him on. “Hold on,” he mutters, and wraps his arms under my back. He rolls us until I’m the one on top, looking down at him.

  Using my knees planted into the bed, I lift myself up and down, working myself over him slowly. The change in position is welcome, but my body still needs to adjust to the deeper invasion. I lean over his chest, and the shift puts some much-needed pressure on my clit. Calix’s hands skim my back and a
ss as he lifts his hips from the bed, rocking into me.

  My breath catches as the first tremble of an orgasm hits me…I’m on the precipice. My hips start to move faster, chasing that euphoria I know is right around the corner. “That’s it, take it, Dami,” Calix purrs, tilting his head back and exposing his throat.

  His words spur me on, and I bounce against him. “Oh, fuck,” he breathes, and the tendons in his neck go taut with tension as he clenches his jaw. Watching him under me—seeing how much I’m affecting him—pushes me past the edge until my orgasm crashes over me. I cry out and my hips move in a slow dance instead of frantic movements as I ride him, drawing out the pleasure.

  Calix lurches upright into a sitting position and locks his arms around my back. I feel him jerking inside me as my inner muscles milk him. I shudder when his fingers tickle down my back and he cups my ass, dragging me closer. His forehead is rocking against my collarbones as I gasp, trying to catch my breath.

  He plants soft, sweet kisses across the tops of my breasts, only interrupted by his heavy breaths. I wrap my arms around his head and let my heart begin to slow, but it still feels like it’s beating too hard. After several long moments, Calix lifts his head from my chest and peers at me. His eyes are soft, lazy, as he searches my face. I swallow, wondering what he might say.

  He swats my ass with a loud crack, and I jump, slightly startled. “Amazing. Want some hot cocoa?”

  I snort at his simple question, but I’m happy he isn’t making a big deal about us having sex and isn’t going to get all mushy on me. “Nah, that would take way too much effort.” I start to lift off Calix, and his mouth drops open and a sigh escapes his lips.

  “I’ll make it,” he offers, his voice all husky as I crawl off the bed to head to the bathroom.

  “I have a feeling I’d be asleep before you even got back, so don’t worry about me. If you want something, go get it,” I tell him over my shoulder.

  Calix lies back and knocks his head against my fluffy pillows. “I got everything I need right here.” He lifts his head up again and watches me. “Or I will in a few minutes, anyway.”

  I tap my fingers against the door, closing it a little so I can clean up. For my sanity, I choose to ignore his comment.

  Coming out of the bathroom, I move to my side of the bed. Calix is spread out naked, looking like some fuckable dream come true as his gaze stalks me to my bedside table where I flip off the single lamp.

  I don’t bother with jammies. Why should I when I have all that golden skin to keep me warm instead? The room is so silent that I can hear my breaths as I pull back the sheet Calix didn’t bother to get under. I lick my lips. I’m going to sleep next to him: just he and I in my bed. Somehow, it feels as if allowing this goes even further to prove I’m making reckless choices when it comes to the guys.

  But I’m too greedy to give it up. I want to know what it feels like to sleep next to him and the others. I want to know if waking up next to him, after a full day of slumber, will chase away some of the loneliness I inevitably rouse with every night.

  “Why are you standing there, Damiana?” Calix’s smooth voice whispers through the room.

  I climb into bed, using that as my answer. Calix doesn’t give me space; instead, he forces his legs under the sheet and slides his body right up against mine. I find myself holding my breath as he nuzzles his nose near my shoulder. I feel his tongue make a lazy lap over the place he bit me. It’s still a little tender. I hold my body still, but my pussy tightens.

  “Sleep, Dami,” Calix murmurs, and I let out my pent-up breath.

  It takes me several minutes, but as my breathing evens out, my body relaxes, and my eyes naturally fall shut.

  “Oh, my fucking God! What are you doing?” I sit up and squint my eyes. I can see a sliver of light piercing the heavy curtains. A hand tightens over my lap, fingers digging into my thigh. I look over to see Calix, his lips slightly parted, and his eyes closed. How the hell is this racket not waking him up? I rip back the sheet and stomp out into the hall to find the source of the noise.

  A few doors down from my room, I hear a grunt and the pounding start up again. I tilt my head to the side, and my mind fills with thoughts of what that rhythmic pounding added to the grunts could be, and I’m about ready to rip someone’s dick off. Unless it’s Grim and Gunnar. I bite my lip—shit, that might be hot. I shake away the thoughts and tiptoe down the hall. Gooseflesh pebbles the skin on my arms and thighs as my nipples tighten. Why the hell is it so cold out here?

  More pounding, more grunts. I slap my hand against the door and shove it open. Gunnar spins around, flicking his hair and sweat off his brow as he does. I search the room, coming up empty, so my eyes go back to the man in front of me. His chest is heaving, all those delicious scars covering his naked torso glistening with sweat.

  I bite my lip as I take in the rest of him. Loose black pants sit low on his hips. He has black tape banded across the tops of his feet, separating his big toes from the others. Something behind him finally catches my eye. A swaying, black, heavy bag is suspended from a short length of chain attached to a large, silver circle embedded in my ceiling.

  “That’s new.” I give Gunnar a meaningful glare.

  “I have…to take off…the edge,” he pants, his eyes trailing over me. I’m as naked as I was when I went to bed, so he gets an eyeful.

  I feel Grim’s presence at my back. “You look lovely,” he tells me from behind, like I’m decked out in a fancy dress.

  I spin, always ready to accept a compliment. “Why, thank you, sir.” I let my eyes travel over him too. He looks amazing, as usual, in jeans that fit just right, bare feet, and a loose black shirt. “You ain’t so bad yourself.”

  I hear a thwomp behind me, so I turn back around. “You look delectable too, Kitten, but I have to say, I’m not happy you woke me up,” I chastise him.

  “You’ve been sleeping forever,” he whines.

  I peer over at Grim with a furrowed brow. “What time is it?”

  “Three twenty-two,” he rattles off without looking at a watch.

  “That’s oddly specific.” I turn back to Gunnar. “However, that is not, in fact, forever.” I cross my arms under my breasts, and it lifts them. Gunnar’s eyes darken. “Have you slept at all?”

  “No, that animal was in your room, stinking it up,” he growls and hits the punching bag again.

  I click my tongue at him. “Big boys share, Kitten.” I wink and saunter out of the room, trailing my fingers across Grim’s chest as I do. “I’m taking a shower,” I announce loudly, as I walk down the hallway back to my bedroom.

  Calix is still sleeping soundly, curled over on his side. A girl could get used to waking up to them being here with me—not the pissy-ness from Gunnar, although I do kind of like that, too. I like not being alone and ignored. I’m excited to get out of the shower and find out what Grim and Gunnar learned last night, even more so to see what today might bring.

  As I step under the spray, the door pushes open slowly. “Damiana?” Grim calls softly.

  “Hmm?” I lean my head back and let the hot water seep into my long hair.

  “May I enter?” he asks just as softly.

  “Yes. Why are you whispering?” I whisper back to him. The door closes with a soft click, and Grim materializes in front of me, naked.

  “Whoa.” I jump back and my foot slides against the tile. I reach out to stop myself from falling on my ass, and Grim grabs a hold of me, pulling me into his chest. His hard dick pokes into my tummy.

  “Dude,” I say in warning, “I’m not used to having someone pop up in the shower with me.”

  “I asked if I could come in.” Grim looks down at me, clearly confused.

  “I thought you meant the bathroom, I didn’t… never mind.” I shake my head, giving up on the explanation.

  I glance down at the persistent nudge of the tip of his dick, then back up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Giving you a hard time, is it?” I try to keep a stra
ight face at my pun.

  It flies right over Grim’s head, which makes me want to really laugh. “Stars, every time I see you or even think about you, it’s throbbing for attention.” Grim shakes his head, exasperated.

  I can’t hold in the laughter, it erupts from my closed lips and splutters across his chest. Reining it in quickly, I try for a sympathetic look. “Want to fuck around? Might as well put it to good use, am I right?” I lift my arms in a ‘what can you do’ gesture.

  “Yes, please,” Grim murmurs with relief.

  I run my palm up Grim’s thigh. “Now I know why you were whispering,” I say quietly, letting my breath fan over his chest and my wet body slide against his.

  He nods and swallows. I place a soft kiss against Grim’s upper chest. He smells good, something altogether his own. My mouth dampens as I lick the beads of water off his skin. Grim lets out a breathy huff, and I grin. I continue to work my lips and mouth lower and lower, until I’m bending at the waist and letting my tongue slide up the matching lines that angle down to his groin.

  Grim grabs my hair in a fist. He might be new to this, but his instincts work mighty fine. I lower myself to my knees and spread my legs a little, dropping my ass down to my calves. The tile is hard on my knees and shins, but worth every second as I watch his thighs tremble before I even touch him.

  I blow a breath across him and his hips jerk in response. Wrapping my fist over him from the top, I lift his cock to point up, then flatten my tongue and lick him from his balls up to his tip, releasing each finger so he can feel my tongue on every inch. I linger on the underside of the tip, moving the end of my tongue up and down to bounce against him.

  His fist tightens and he pushes forward, eager to be in my mouth. I lick a circle around the head. “Hey, Loverboy?” Grim’s eyes drop to mine, wild. The fire is already burning across his gray irises. “Am I the only one who’s ever tasted you?” I give him a long lick.

  Grim lifts his head in a jerky nod. “Take me in, please.” His eyes lower as he bites his bottom lip.

  I already had every intention of doing just that, but since he asked so nicely, I’ll make sure he’s seeing stars before I’m done. Grim widens his legs and leans back ever so slightly as soon as I close my lips around him. Knowing he seems to love sustained pleasure, I hum deeply before doing anything else, just keeping him between my lips.