To Love A Monster

by Marina Simcoe

  Going down on a man had turned into my way of avoiding having to explain anything about my past or risking a panic attack during another failed attempt at intercourse.

  Here with Monster, oral sex simply felt like a safe path to the intimacy I craved with him.

  As if having a will of its own, my hand inched along Monster’s lower belly towards the tenting sheet. The finer fur covering his abs slid between my fingers, tickling my skin, while the dark hair covering his groin felt more springy to the touch.

  I pinched the edge of the sheet between my fingers and tugged carefully. It slid off immediately, making me gasp at the sight of his massive cock springing free—tall and proud, leaning up towards me ever so slightly.

  “What is it you’re trying to do, princess?” Monster’s deep voice, rough from sleep yet with a distinct tone of amusement, made me freeze in my spot. Still holding the sheet in my fingers, I realized I’d been caught red-handed, looking very much like a pervert.

  “Sorry,” I squeaked, dropping the sheet.

  “Don’t be sorry,” he rose on his elbows. If anything, his erection only seemed to get harder, bobbing in the air, urgently. “Tell me what you want.”

  I lowered my gaze to his abs.

  The thoughtful note in his voice cut through the initial amusement in his tone, prompting me to give an honest answer in return, no matter how mortifying or awkward it felt.

  “I wanted, um, to see it.”

  “Well, you have.” He cocked his head. “Now what?”

  “I want to touch it,” I blurted out. “With your permission, of course.”

  “Are you sure?” His eyes narrowed at me, and his voice dropped a few notches deeper.

  I nodded then added quickly, “Just. Stay where you are. Okay? Don’t move. Like, at all.”

  “I won’t,” he promised then tipped his chin down his body, granting me his permission. “He’s all yours.”

  I felt his stare on me, as he probably monitored my reaction. After all, I hadn’t given him much confidence in my attitude towards sex. As far as oral sex went, though, I didn’t doubt my abilities and that gave me all the confidence I needed. I knew from experience, that as long as I held a man’s most sensitive part of his body between my teeth, I didn’t need to worry about him climbing on top of me or pinning me down—I was in control.

  Fingers trembling, I reached for his shaft. My chest rose with a sigh of relief the moment my hand wrapped around him. I could at least give us this.

  He was impossibly hard—so engorged, it must’ve been painful. The skin felt warm and silky, delicate in contrast to the hardness underneath.

  Slowly, I slid my fingers up and down his length, enjoying the feel of it. He hissed and stretched through his whole body, thrusting his hips up, into my hand. A low growl reverberated through his chest, and I felt the vibration through the side of my body pressed to his.

  “I want to taste it,” I demanded, emboldened by his response.

  “Anything—” he rasped, his voice strained and stilted. “Anything you want. Just, don’t stop.”

  I pulled myself up and over his pelvis then lowered my mouth, taking as much of him in as I could manage.

  Sliding my lips up and down his length, I felt it twitch in my mouth with every stroke of my tongue.

  He stiffened and his back froze in an arch, his whole body vibrating with strain.

  I realized it’d been years since anyone touched Monster this way. His deep growl sounded tortured, and his groans appreciative, even reverent. I knew that at that moment it was just me for him—my lips sliding up and down, my tongue twirling, my teeth grazing. And for these few minutes, he was absolutely mine.

  The noises he made, the shudders of his body under my hand, the pulsing of his shaft in my mouth channeled the pleasure I made him feel back to me.

  The warm feeling enveloped me, swirling in a languid vortex inside my chest all the way down to my lower stomach.

  Unexpectedly, I felt my own control slip. Suddenly, I became aware of the sensations my own body was feeling.

  His musky, wild scent tickling my nostrils, making me want to bury my face in the springy, dark fur between his legs. The warmth of his thigh seeping through my nightshirt as my breasts rubbed against it with my every movement. The tingling in my nipples as they hardened against the soft fabric.

  I tucked my knees under me and arched my back, pressing my thighs together, against the achy pressure building up between them.

  “Sophie—” Monster gritted through his teeth. “I—”

  He was attempting to give me a warning, I assumed, but I only moved my head faster. His heavy breathing hitched for a second then broke into a roar as his hips jerked up and his shaft pulsed, filling my mouth with his release.

  The roar grew stronger and continued to resonate through the house. I could have sworn the glass panes in the balcony doors shook.

  Milking every last drop of orgasm from him, I glanced up, enjoying the sight of the bed covers fisted in his hands, his claws deeply embedded in the silk. His head was thrown too far back for me to see his face, but the two deep, long grooves left by his horns in the timber logs of the headboard gave me the pleasure of my own kind of satisfaction.

  His undoing was my reward.

  “Fuuuuuck!” One last convulsion ran through his large body, horns to toes, like the aftershock of an earthquake, and his tail lashed the mattress with force.

  I waited, as the shudders of his climax subsided. Only then I let him slip out of my mouth as I sat up, propped on one arm, my hand on the bed between his spread legs.

  He panted, coming down from his high, then rose on his elbows reaching for me, grabbed me under my arms and dragged me up along his body.

  “If only I could, I’d kiss the shit out of you right now.” He sank back into pillows, holding me close to his chest.

  “Most guys avoid kissing after a blowjob.” I smiled and buried my face in the mane between his neck and his shoulder.

  “Most guys are idiots.” He lifted my head to face him. The pad of his thumb caressed my bottom lip. “I would never stop kissing you. Long and deep.”

  I stroked the short, velvety fur on the side of his snout and kissed his nose.

  “There is nothing I miss,” I whispered to comfort him and myself.

  His mouth stretched in a smile.

  “Oh, but you must be missing something, princess.” His hand slid down along my spine to squeeze my bottom as the fluffy end of his tail stroked the back of my leg from the heel to the thigh.

  Anxiety flickered somewhere at the back of my mind already, stopping me from exploring any tantalizing possibilities his words and his caress could bring.

  “Don’t worry about me,” I breathed out as he slid his tail under the hem of my nightshirt, tickling the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “I’m good, really.”

  “Are you?” A small inquisitive smile played across his lips. He continued to gently cup my ass as he remained still—relaxed. Except for his tail—flickering in short, teasing strokes, the tip inched further up between my thighs, reviving the sensation of achy pleasure. “Say no, and I’ll stop.” Monster’s low voice held challenge.

  Unexpectedly, his demand eased the threatening anxiety. His words reminded me that I did have control. Sooner or later, I knew I’d still have to say no—I had no choice, but it was up to me when to stop it.

  “Not yet,” I whispered, closing my eyes and spreading my thighs wider for him. “Don’t stop yet, please . . .”

  Following my invitation, his tail dove deeper, stroking my folds now. I realized just how wet he’d made me only when I felt the tip spreading the slick wetness in tantalizing circles around my opening.

  Lying on top of him, with my legs on each side of his waist now, I moaned and buried my face in his shoulder.

  “Just a little bit longer . . .” I rocked my hips against his hard abs, seeking more contact.

  “There are still places where I can kiss you, m
y princess,” Monster’s hot whisper came next to my ear.

  For a second, every muscle in my body tensed, as I realized what he was suggesting, then a deep sigh escaped my chest as fear, doubt, and desire warred inside.

  “I can still kiss you,” he repeated, pressing the side of his face to mine. “Long and hard.” His deep voice slowly coiled around me like a velvet ribbon, making the fine hair on my arms stand on end as my mind dissolved into the possibilities offered by his words. “And I won’t stop until you tell me or until your legs shake, your mind explodes, and you beg for mercy.”

  His words brushed against my skin like the caress of silk then coursed through me in a waterfall of scorching hot lava, down to the place between my thighs.

  With a gasp, I lifted my head, needing to see his face.

  His hands slid up and down my back. His tail continued drawing circles—enticing, tormenting, and suddenly not enough.

  “Please, let me, Sophie.” His eyes seemed even more imploring than his voice. “I want to hear the sweet, breathy moans that you’ll make. I want to feel your body flush hot as you come around my tongue.”

  Breathless, I was afraid to move, lest I chase the moment away, lost in the speckles of amber glowing among the moss-green of his eyes.

  I watched his tongue wet his lower lip, grazing the tips of his sharp, gleaming canines.

  “Let me,” he begged, his arm tightening around my waist, bringing me closer.

  I lowered my gaze to his chest and nodded briefly, giving him my silent permission. Still unsure if I could go through with this, but wanting so badly everything he’d just said.

  The next moment, he slid me up his body by my hips, all the way to his chest.

  “Hold on to the beam.” He tipped his chin up at the horizontal log between the two posts of the massive timber frame bed.

  My emotions scattered, I stretched my arms up and grabbed the wooden beam above my head.

  “Hop on.” He winked in invitation. “I won’t bite.” Two rows of long, white, pointy teeth bared in a wide smile didn’t help this assurance.

  His teeth were not the reason I hesitated, though, and he knew me well enough by now to guess.

  “I won’t grab you,” he promised, letting go of my hips. “Here.” He turned his open palms to me. “My hands will be right here the whole time.” Lying on his back, he stretched his arms over his head and took hold of one of the logs in the headboard.

  Slowly, I rose on my knees over his chest. My thighs shook with trepidation as much as with anticipation of what was to come. Walking on my knees, I shifted forward, holding on to the beam over my head. His long snout still peeked from under the hem of my bunched up nightshirt.

  “Close your eyes, Sophie. Don’t look at me,” he whispered, before diving under my shirt.

  Seeing the pair of his thick winding horns between my legs was intimidating, as was the knowledge that his sharp teeth were now a breath away from my most delicate place. However, this was not what caused my concern.

  My gaze shot to his hands holding firmly to the log, as my mind already calculated the possibilities of his grabbing me, flipping me over, pinning me down . . .

  The contact of his cold nose with my hot, sensitive folds was startling. Followed by the wide sweep of his warm tongue, though, it turned into an exquisitely invigorating sensation.

  My eyes closed, his hands immediately forgotten, I focused on the new wave of desire spreading between my legs.

  His chest rose with audible inhale as he nuzzled between my legs in the most intimate way. The slight prickle of his whiskers on my inner thighs shot tiny sparks of pleasure through the wave of liquid heat that engulfed me as his thick, long tongue lapped at my core.

  With my knees on the pillow on each side of his head, I swayed my hips slightly, following the motions of his tongue and slipping into the pleasure he created. My fingers flexed around the beam I held on to for my dear life, nails scraping at the wood, and a groaning moan tore from my chest.

  Floating in the speeding current of bliss, I felt his tongue dive inside me, swirling in and out with increasing intensity. The waves of pleasure rose higher with every twirl, each swell more intense than the other, until they swallowed me whole.

  Monster lapped at me in long firm strokes, and the hot pressure inside me erupted in violent shudders against his relentless tongue, the intense ecstasy of orgasm blinding me.

  My fingers gave up, letting go off the beam, and I collapsed in a boneless heap. Monster’s hands caught me around my waist and gently lowered me next to him.

  He met my dreamy gaze with a smug smile, his tongue licking his lips. The satisfaction on his face was that of a cat that just ate the canary. The comparison brought a lazy smile to my face.

  Only then I realized that I never ended up saying no after all.

  “I can’t believe it,” I exhaled slowly.

  “Was it good?” He traced the side of my face gently.

  “Good? It was simply amazing, Monster. Incredible.” I settled my gaze on his eyes that had more green than brown in the bright late-morning sunlight. “My first orgasm ever,” I whispered and added shyly, “That I didn’t give myself, I mean.”

  With a deep inhale, he gathered me in his arms.

  “No one ever made you come, princess?”

  “No one was this caring and patient.”

  Chapter 31

  IT WAS ALMOST NOON by the time we got out of bed and had breakfast. And before long, the sun started to move closer to the horizon. The evening seemed to approach way too fast today.

  “I have to leave soon, Monster,” I said, reluctantly. Here, on the couch, next to him—with my head on his shoulder and his arms around me—was the only place I wanted to be at that moment.

  “Do you?” he replied slowly.

  “Mmm.” I raked my fingers back and forth through the fur on his forearm. “Bob needs his truck first thing tomorrow morning. I promised—”

  “Is it simply the truck?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Well. What else holds you in town?”

  “Um,” I inhaled, wondering what he was after. “You know. Jo and Melanie, my weekly phone appointments with the therapist, and I have the apartment there—”

  “How often do you need to see your friends? And, technically, you have the lease of this place too,” he reminded.

  “The lease is just to help you out, isn’t it?”

  He lifted me off the couch and turned me around to face him, setting me down in his lap to straddle his thighs.

  “How long are you planning to stay in Rocky River, Sophie?” His eyes narrowed, and his voice grew more serious.

  “I . . . well. I haven’t really organized anything.” In fact, I hadn’t planned much in my life for years now. “I’ve been just kinda drifting with the flow here.” I gave him a small, awkward smile.

  Most people had life goals and tried to follow through on them, didn’t they? Wasn’t it an adult thing to do? My own life had been just happening, without much control or preparation on my part. I used to be much more proactive when I was in grade school. But then, many things used to be different.

  “Okay.” He nodded with somber focus. “When do you have to go back to Calgary? I mean when is it that you absolutely have to be back?”

  I dropped my gaze to his chest where I started to twirl my finger in his fur.

  “There really isn’t a deadline for my return . . .”

  “Your mom? Does she need you in Calgary?”

  “Mom would love to have me close, of course. But no, she doesn’t need me there to help her or anything. And now that she has Jeff . . .” I gave him a small shrug.

  “How about your volunteering positions?”

  “They’re fine. For now. There is always a need for volunteers, and I’m sure they’ll be able to find something for me to do when I come back—”

  “How about the school lunches here?” he kept questioning me in what began to feel like
an interrogation. At the same time, I realized, by making me organize a list of everything going on in my life right now, he was helping me to get a grasp of the big picture.

  “The school lunches are good.” I smiled broadly. “Both children and their parents love them. I’m working on increasing it to twice per week now. That’s the other reason I should be in Rocky River tonight—I need to review next week’s orders for groceries and make some payments.”

  “So, technically, there is no need for you to live in Calgary. Right? You could always go visit your mom whenever you want. And there is more than enough opportunities for your charity work up here.”

  “Well, I may change my rent agreement to a yearly lease.” I’d started thinking about it ever since I made the January payment. All the reasons that Monster made me name right now had been bouncing in my brain for some time now.

  “What if you stayed here instead?”

  My gaze snapped up to his.

  “Here?”

  He released a long breath and sat up straighter, radiating nervousness.

  “Move in here until the end of this year.”

  “What?” I exhaled. “Is that what you want?”

  He shook his head slowly.

  “I’ll tell you what I want in a minute. First, think if that’s something you would want.”

  “Me?” I blinked, considering his offer. Forced to make a decision, my thoughts scattered in disarray.

  It would make more sense for me to drive to Rocky River once or twice a week than coming here every moment I had the use of the truck. The truck . . . Moving in with Monster, I would have to figure out how to get a vehicle of my own, which wouldn’t be easy up here. I’d probably need to place an order for one to be delivered, if no one in town was prepared to sell theirs . . .

  “I’d have to get my own car somehow.”

  “Forget about a car.” Monster waved off my concern, a slightly impatient note entering his voice. “Besides that, would you like to move in here?”

  Right. This would be the most important question to answer, wouldn’t it? Did I want to live here with Monster? Every day?