Black: MM Kitty Play Romance

by Quin Perin

  Tony spread his thighs to accept me between them. I scratched and then dipped my head. With the skill of my tongue and teeth, working in tandem, I popped open the button of his jeans. The zipper was much easier, and then he helped me. While he worked on getting his pants out of the way, I showed off my body. Elbows rested on the floor behind me, back arched sharply as I waited. The skin stretched tight over my ribs, stomach a little dip. I was tiny, and I knew it, but Tony definitely seemed to like it.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured.

  I purred at the compliment, and when the couch stopped its faint squeaking from his movements, I was in my place between his thighs again. He hadn’t moved from his spot, making it easier on me. Without much ado, I dove face first into his lower stomach, brushing my nose into his tuft of pubic hair. He smelled faintly of soap and musk, sweat. A distinct, manly smell that drove me crazy. His cock flexed, the heat of it against my cheek. Too heavy to stand on its own when he was seated like that, it pointed toward his hip.

  I nipped at his stomach and turned my head so my cheek rested against him. Keeping my eyes closed, I flicked my tongue against the side of his cock. He groaned and shifted, legs spreading wider.

  Poor Tony.

  He thought he was going to get what he wanted. One thing he would learn was kitties didn’t much care for what other people wanted.

  This time when I scratched at his thighs, I was attacking bare skin. He jerked against me, hissing between his teeth.

  “Fuck,” he grumbled.

  He might not have caught the smirk that danced over my lips, but if he did, it was a brief moment as I bypassed his cock and went straight to his balls. My tongue lapped across the tender flesh, tasting salt and heat. I swore I felt his heart beating as my nose brushed the base of his cock and my tongue worked him over. Curious, I mouthed at his sack before letting out a tiny “meow.” He arched so hard and quickly I thought he was gonna jump off the couch.

  If he liked that, Tony was in for a long night.

  Tony

  Holy shit. Dima wasn’t talking, wasn’t making any sounds except for that one meow. It made me wince, made my blood catch on fire. Who knew this would turn me on? I’d wanted to play a joke on him, but here he was, nuzzling his face into my stomach and alongside my hard-on. Jesus.

  Tracing my fingers through his shiny, black hair, I guided his lips to the tip of my dick. He licked it briefly, making that toe-curling purring sound. I moaned, watching him between my legs as he gave my hard-on little licks. Like a goddamn cat. Those black ears were fluffy and pink on the inside. They worked well for him, blending in with his dark strands. I stroked the back of his head and then lifted my erection from my stomach. Dima didn’t move, his eyes half-lidded, bottom lip jutting out.

  I stroked my cock, watching the foreskin glide up and down the engorged head. I couldn’t believe I was only now discovering this...kink. I moved my other hand from his hair to his face, thumb sliding along his bottom lip, rubbing, then dipping in.

  “You’re a good kitty, aren’t you?” I whispered, my voice pitching deeper than expected. I was so lost in him. That faint blush across his cheeks, those wet lips, the cat ears. I caressed his cheek while he curled his fingers between my legs, kneeling in front of me. Then he brushed his cheek against my fingers, meowing once more. Oh, the sound was perfect. I fisted my hard-on at the base, the tip pointing up. Then I cupped his jaw and guided his lips closer.

  Precum was beginning to bead when Dima’s tongue tentatively slid from between his closed lips. My entire body froze at the image.

  “Yes, that’s it,” I whispered soothingly, my hand snaking to the back of his neck and then up into his hair. He licked again. And again. His fingers trailed up my sides, digging into my skin while I swirled my cock around his lips, grinning as he tried to lick and catch it. Finally, Dima hissed, nostrils flaring.

  He had me hard as steel, leaking and bulging. “You hungry?” I asked in the sweetest tone I’d ever used. A scratch slashed across my stomach was the answer, leaving red lines on my skin.

  “There you go,” I told him. His lips were pursed against my cockhead, partially covered with foreskin. And then he sucked me inside—in one go, as if he’d been waiting for it—and I almost lost my shit. “Ooh, God!” I half grunted, half gasped as he completely engulfed me and gagged the second my cock breached his throat. So. Tight. My mouth fell open when he did it again and again. He bobbed his head like crazy, never using his hands, and each time he pulled back, he purred hungrily.

  Those ears moved with him at an ever-growing rhythm, and I was surprised they didn’t bounce right off his head. He whimpered and wiggled on the floor as I threw my head back against the couch. The mixture of cute as hell and hot as fuck was mind-blowing. Too much for me. My hands clasped at the sides of his head to make him slow down, or else I’d blow my load within the next ten seconds.

  Dima pulled back and meowed when my cock slapped against my stomach. I drew in a shuddery breath. “Jesus,” I exhaled, gazing down at his half-shut eyes and his spit-coated lips and chin. The string of saliva cut the connection between us. He was mildly out of breath, his cheeks a darker shade of pink.

  “You gotta give Daddy time to calm down, baby.” Dima tried to dip down in search of my throbbing cock, but I didn’t let him. Grasping his hair on either side of his head, I kept him where he was. For a moment, he looked upset, but then he let out the sweetest fucking purr, eyes closed.

  I could never deny him anything.

  He fucking knew it.

  He was playing me.

  I let him lower his head again, his nose rubbing against the underside of my shaft before he slid down farther. Lips parted. Mine did too. Oh, shit.

  Dima eagerly swirled his tongue around my balls, then chose one to pop into his mouth, spurring on the raging flames inside my gut. He sucked me inside, making me pant, the muscles of my thighs twitching at the contact. I grabbed my broad boner and pumped it harsh enough to burn, letting the skin whip up and down.

  My arm stung at how fast I jerked off to the image of his cat ears peeking from between my thighs, his tongue lapping along my balls. One at a time—they were quite a mouthful. I swore under my breath, the sides of my vision flickering, then dimming. I reached for his hair, twisted my fist in it and then hunched forward. The movements of my fingers were a blur, my entire body running on testosterone.

  I thought filthy things. I said filthy things.

  “Want Daddy to feed you, huh?” I grunted out as Dima drew back, running his nails across my chest, getting stuck at my nipples. “Ahh, fuck, you naughty little kitty,” I growled, holding his hair tighter. I swear Dima was gasping too, his cock pointing right up toward the ceiling. But I couldn’t see much more. My eyes glazed over, ears ringing. I felt like a fucking kettle, whistling desperately.

  So. Close.

  Spots of light flashed behind my eyelids, and my entire body shook. Like a fountain bubbling over, I came. I shoved Dima’s face down, his lips opening. He meowed—fucking meowed—and whimpered as if he was hungry for it. My come wasn’t squirting out. Instead, a steady, thick stream erupted from the slit, trickling down.

  Dima darted out his tongue, and as soon as he’d found the source, he licked my come off. Like a starving kitty. I slumped back onto the couch, boneless, thoughtless, and completely in awe.

  I was still seeing stars, flushed and sweaty when I released Dima’s hair and hoisted him on top of me. Drawing in a lungful of air, I positioned his thighs next to my torso, half lying, half sitting on the couch. I couldn’t feel my legs, my cock softened against my hip. Dima straddled me, waiting patiently before I sat up and captured his swollen cock in my fist.

  I’m sure he wanted to curse at me, but instead, he bit his lip.

  “Mmm, did you get ready for me?” I patted his ass playfully, pinching the round cheek. He’d been so desperate to get into my pants since our date, I assumed he knew the deal and had gotten prepared. Dima wiggled, ro
cking his ass into my hand, mouth apart. “One meow for yes, no meow for no,” I told him with a wicked grin, leaning forward to bite the side of his jaw. Postorgasmic bliss made me feel sated, content, and so damn amazing. I wanted him to feel the same.

  Dima meowed once.

  My fingers instantly found the crack of his ass cheeks. I knew it. He was so eager. Ready to be fucked. He stilled his movements, hands falling to my shoulders, scrambling. There it was, his tight entrance. I looked up at him as he kneeled next to my hips, head lolling back. I rubbed his pucker and pressed my lips to the side of his neck. With my hand on his dick and the other one on his ass, he was at my mercy. Dima hissed and gasped as his tiny pucker opened up around my forefinger.

  “Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” I cooed. Dima bucked, my hand on his dick slick with his precum. As my finger slid in deeper into his ass, I knew I wasn’t gonna fuck him. Not today. Despite him preparing for me, he was still too tight. I’d have to settle for tasting him instead. Pumping my finger in and out of his hole, I grazed his ass cheek with my palm, feeling how smooth it was. How round. My heartbeat had slowed to a steady rhythm while Dima’s pulse slammed relentlessly below his jaw.

  “I am gonna pick you up, turn you around, and then eat my kitty’s ass, you hear me?” I whispered against his ear in that new, sweet tone. Dima inhaled a breath, his cock jolting in my grasp, ass clenching. I grinned. Good. That was the reaction I was hoping for. I had told him what I wanted to do because he couldn’t see. He was really at my mercy, and although this was a game we played, I needed him to know what was happening.

  Dima let his head fall forward, against my shoulder, nibbling while I probed his ass with my finger and then found that spongy spot inside him. Oh, here we go. His entire body trembled. Like I’d found a button that would make him quiver. I rubbed his prostate, eliciting a moan from him, totally out of character, but I didn’t fucking care. The nibbling stopped, his cock impossibly hard between my fingers. I gave it a few good tugs, faster-faster-faster until his glutes twitched, ass sucking in my teasing digit. I stopped, slid my finger out, and earned a grumble from Dima.

  “Stand up and turn around,” I ordered.

  Carefully, he did as I said, his cock bouncing, balls like plums, ripe and ready. I grinned at the image of him, so horny, so desperate. When he turned, I got up. I pressed my hand between his shoulder blades to bend him over, his hands feeling for the coffee table. They touched the surface, and I crouched to hook my arms between his legs and up around his waist.

  A sharp cry echoed through the apartment the moment I straightened and lifted him up. His hands scrambled for purchase until they found my hips. His ass was right there, in front of me, balls and cock against my sternum, thighs on my shoulders.

  “Such a pretty hole,” I said and bit both of his ass cheeks before I dove in. Tongue flat against his entrance, beard scratching his skin.

  Dima

  I wasn’t sure how much I liked the change of position. I appreciated the warning, but it was disorienting to suddenly be upside down when you couldn’t see anything. How close were we to the coffee table? What if he dropped me? I literally wouldn’t see it coming. A lot could go wrong, and I wouldn’t be able to react to it. I didn’t want to end up in the hospital because of a sex accident...again. Verging on the edge of uncomfortable, I was about to break character and say something, ask him to change it up, when his tongue flattened against my entrance. It was a long, slow lick. Like he was savoring the taste of me. All the worry was wiped from my mind and replaced by the cloudy haze of lust. A low whimper and I clawed at Tony’s hips and thighs. Apparently, it was easy to ignore worries about cracking your skull open with a tongue in your ass. Who knew?

  “Oh, kitty likes that, doesn’t he? I guess I should do that again.”

  He was teasing, and it was what I deserved. I’d done the same to him, but that didn’t stop me from whining and meowing pathetically. He chuckled, laughter buzzing where my cock pressed against his chest. It was a bizarre feeling. One that made my toes curl and my cock drip. I’d been on edge since I’d gotten my mouth around him, and I was painfully aware of it now. Balls tight and aching.

  Another lick, like eating ice cream, and then he swirled the tip of his tongue around my hole. His fingers dug into my hips, grinding the bones to the point it hurt; God, I loved it. Tony growled, wriggling his tongue into me. He pumped it inside a few times and then went back to lapping. Damp. Warm. Ticklish. The muscles in my thighs trembled, ankles crossing as I bent my knees. Tony’s hair rubbed against my calves, a squirming, delicious feeling, and his beard dragged between my cheeks. He buried himself in me, hot breath puffing into my crease. Blood rushed to my head yet somehow still managed to struggle to my cock.

  I didn’t realize how close I was until I was coming.

  All at once my climax twisted around me and choked a loud moan out. I scratched at his thighs, huffing for air as my cock spurted against his chest. Gush after gush of come, slicking his skin and spreading between us as he held me close. His tongue worked, making my stomach twitch with each flick. I emptied my balls over him, and he laughed in delight. All those sensations...it was too much, and my brain went black for a moment. Rebooting and then struggling to load again as I tried to catch my breath.

  Getting down was a little awkward, but Tony shuffled around and set me gently on the couch, letting my shoulders hit the cushions before dropping my legs. I shifted until I could curl against the arm, expecting him to sit next to me.

  Instead, the floor groaned beneath him, and he sat on it with his back to the couch. I heard the coffee table skid across the floor.

  “I’ll put it back,” he assured me, cutting off my protests in his breathless voice.

  “Hm.” I tugged the ears from my hair, setting them on the couch next to me. Running my fingers through my hair, I puffed out my cheeks and blew out a breath. My heart started to steady and with it came confusion. Tony was supposed to be a one-time thing. I wasn’t looking for more. One time and then it’d be over so he wouldn’t think I wanted to be with him. But now, especially after our new discovery, it was clear that wasn’t going to happen. I didn’t want it to happen. I could—and would—deny it, but there was some sort of connection there.

  Tony was right in front of me, so I touched his shoulders, guiding my hand to his hair. Lacing my fingers through it, I tugged and closed my eyes. I rested my cheek on the fabric of the couch and kept my fingers in his hair. “You still didn’t fuck me,” I mumbled, breaking the silence that had fallen over us.

  “Dima!” Tony guffawed. “What a one-track mind you have. I didn’t fuck you because it would have taken a lot of prep. Are you really complaining about getting your ass eaten?”

  He had me there. Most guys were more than willing to fuck, but it was a special guy who would put you upside down and rim you. I still didn’t like him being right. “No…I’m not.” I crinkled my face up and huffed. “Still could have fucked me.”

  Tony reached back, finding my cheek and brushing his thumb over it. “Aw. What a pouty kitty you are,” he teased.

  That made me sit up and shift, spreading my thighs. I placed my legs on either side of him, hands going over his shoulders and finding his chest hair. There was quite a bit of come in it, and I smirked. He was going to have to clean himself up eventually. But later. Right now, I wasn’t done with him. “So that cat thing...what was that? Is it a thing of yours or...” He’d bought the ears, and I was wondering if it was something he had done before. ‘Cause I had a lot of questions about it.

  Tony snorted. “Honestly, it was a joke,” he admitted. “They were cheap and cute. I thought it would be something funny. I didn’t expect you to take it there, but I’m damn glad you did.”

  I couldn’t help but giggle at that. “Me too.”

  His hands went around my calves, sliding upward as he rested his head against my knee. “Could have fooled me,” he said. “You really seemed to know what you were doing. Fuck, you didn�
��t even speak the entire time.”

  A flush burned at my cheeks, and I cocked my head to the side. “It...felt right,” I told him. “Like it was the right way to do it, you know? And you seemed to like it, so I didn’t want to stop.”

  “I didn’t want you to stop,” Tony said, kissing the side of my knee. “I’ve honestly never seen anything hotter.”

  Well, if Tony was into it and I was into it, there was a good chance we could explore this together. “Do you want to do it again?” I asked.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Tony

  After I’d cleaned myself up, we spent the evening fooling around, and slowly but surely, Dima’s facade started to crumble each time his lips curled. I loved to see the corners of his eyes crinkle when he graced me with one of those radiant smiles. It was easy; it felt good. As we made dinner—grilled cheese—I couldn’t help but grope his ass through the PJ bottoms he’d put on to shield himself from me.

  But that didn’t help.

  My hands were all over him, gripping his ass cheeks while the bread was in the skillet. He laughed against me, forearms trapped between us as I attacked his neck, and his cheerful chuckle transformed into a moan. Those cat ears were really something. And even if he wasn’t wearing them now, it didn’t stop him from purring.

  We ate our dinner at the coffee table, and I rose to clean up the kitchen. Dima chose to roll around on the couch, arching and turning as if he was having a good time; I could see him from where I was standing at the counter. I soaked the plates and glasses in a pool of soapy water when he meowed.

  Christ.

  Instantly, a wave of lust sizzled up my neck and then zipped straight to my dick. That sound, it was a promise, the beginning of another groping-or-possibly-more session. I left the dishes to soak, rinsed my hands, and dried them before sauntering over to the couch. Dima had heard me approach, which was why he sat up, cat ears in his hair. I’d moved them onto the coffee table when we ate and told him where they were so he could find them. I wondered what he’d look like with a tail. Which reminded me...hadn’t I seen butt plugs with tails online?