Friends With The Monsters

by Albany Walker

  Grim licks his way into me, using just the tip of his tongue. I don’t know if he’s teasing me, or if he thinks this is still part of our foreplay, but I need more, and I’m not willing to wait. I tighten my hold in his hair and push him harder against me. I’m about two seconds from flipping him over and sitting on his face.

  He growls against me—I can feel it rumble past his lips. “You want my tongue here?” Grim opens me up with two fingers and blows a cool breath of air against my clit.

  “Yes.” I squirm a little.

  Grim licks my opening from bottom to top, then pulls back. I groan. “What else?” he demands.

  Fuck, is he going to make me tell him everything I want? “I want you to lick me, fuck me with your tongue until I come.” I swivel my hips again, hoping that was enough of an answer.

  “How will I know when you come? Are you going to tell me?” he purrs.

  I foolishly thought I was going to be the one in control. I’d gladly let him spank me right now if it meant he would have his hands on me. I’m on the edge, and he’s barely touched me.

  “Yes, yes. I’ll tell you,” I agree easily. Grim doesn’t make me wait any longer. He slips his tongue inside me and laps at me like he’s eating the best ice cream he’s ever had, and my clitoris is a sweet morsel of chocolate that he’s trying to melt with the heat of his mouth alone.

  I try closing my thighs when the sensation of him between my legs is too much, but he shoves my legs against the mattress and snarls, “Mine.” He inches up higher, so his shoulders are bunched, and he’s almost curled over me.

  With a quick stab, he shoves his tongue inside me. My knees start to shake, and I let out a low moan of pleasure. Grim jerks me tighter against his mouth, with one hand on my lower belly and the other spread out under my ass. “I’m gonna come,” I pant, while my head is thrashing against the bed. My body is strung so tight, and the euphoria builds until I feel like I might break apart. With one more swirl of his tongue, I tip over the edge. I’m not quiet as the waves of pleasure spill over me, I can feel my inner muscles clenching over and over as he continues to lick me.

  I eventually push him away and draw my legs together. Every time his tongue touched my clit, I would jerk with an echo of the orgasm.

  “Did I hurt you?” Grim prowls up my body, pushing my legs to the side to accommodate his hips. Just the pressure of his body against mine has another moan leaving my throat.

  “No,” I drawl. “But now I know why they call an orgasm la petite mort.” I grin and run my fingers through Grim’s hair.

  “Little death?” His hips swivel as he gazes down at me. “Was that a little orgasm?” He licks his bottom lip, and his eyes close like he’s savoring my taste.

  “Not at all, but maybe you should give me another so I can judge properly.”

  Grim pushes away from me and crawls back down the bed, like he’s eager to try again. I chuckle and reach for him. “How about this time, you give me that pretty cock.” I slide my hand between our bodies and wrap my fingers around him. Grim sucks in a breath between his teeth. “Or would you like me to return the favor first?”

  “What favor?” His forehead lands on my collarbone and he pushes himself deeper into my hand.

  “Do you want me to lick you?” I purr into his ear, and nibble on his earlobe.

  “I do want that, but I need inside you more. Maybe after.” Grim pulls my hand off his dick and lifts it until it’s above my head. The position sends a delicious wave of heat to my lower stomach, and my back arches. He pins me there and gazes down at me, his eyes molten. “I’m keeping you,” he whispers, and places the sweetest little kiss on the tip of my nose.

  “You’re going to crave me.” He bites his bottom lip. I feel him shift over me just as I begin to think he may be right, and maybe I should stop this before it goes any further, but then I feel the head of his cock as he brushes the velvet soft skin up and down my lower lips until I want to beg him to fuck me.

  I roll my lips in and bite them to keep the words from forming. If he knows just how much I want him, he’ll probably use it against me. “My touch, my scent, and just when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll make you love me.” My eyes dart up to his as Grim slides inside me.

  He’s staring right down at me without an ounce of remorse. Once he’s so deep our hips meet, he pauses. “Oh stars. This is heaven.” He pulls back out so slowly, I feel his every breath.

  Even after his threat to make me love him, my eyes close as the pleasure of having him inside me takes over. This must be some sort of fucking magic, because I’ve never felt anything quite like this. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. My heart is beating like I’m running a marathon. Every nerve ending in my body is alive and singing. He’s right: I’ll fucking crave him. He’s still inside me, and I’m already thinking about the next time he touches me.

  Grim retreats quicker this time and pushes back in, seeming to go even deeper. I pant out a little huff. Grim’s shoulders tremble under my hands. “Are you okay, Omnia?” Grim’s voice is again layered with many others.

  I nod against him, not trusting myself to speak. If I do, I might say something I would regret later, like tell him how much I want him, or ask him who the fuck Omnia is.

  I cling to his shoulders and curl my hips up to meet his. I’ll be damned if this missionary, vanilla fucking doesn’t feel more intimate than I’m used to. A sliver of panic hollows out my belly. I shouldn’t be doing this—shouldn’t be letting him in like this—but I can’t make myself tell him to stop. If anything, I want to drag him closer, let him surround me.

  Grim keeps his pace unbelievably slow as he pushes into me. Yet, the heat of his hands skimming my body seems to say he can’t get enough of me, and the flex of his muscles is telling me he’s working hard to maintain his leisurely tempo. I open my eyes to see him still staring down at me. I can’t handle the intimacy of his maintained eye contact, so I let my heavy eyelids close and tilt my head back. Grim takes it as an invitation to run his lips up the column of my throat.

  His hand slides under my ass, and he palms me, lifting me closer to him. I feel his forehead on my collarbone as he pushes himself up to his knees, my legs falling open as he kneels over me, his body curling around mine.

  Grim’s left hand pushes under the small of my back, and he lifts me from the mattress, until my shoulders are barely grazing the bed. He makes a sound that could be considered a growl as the angle shifts. I lift my arms above my head and gather the sheet in my hands as my toes skim the bed. Oh hell, I feel like I’m floating.

  The hand on my ass curls over my hip until it’s splayed over my belly. His palm is near my pubic bone, pushing just the right amount of pressure over my clitoris. Each time Grim grinds into me, I let out a breathy moan of surrender.

  I swivel my hips as much as I can while being caught between his hands. I’m trapped in the best way possible. Grim slides his palm up my back, between my shoulder blades, and curls his fingers around my right shoulder, dragging me back up until I’m straddling his waist with our chests locked together.

  He bites my chin roughly, and his breaths are heavy as he stills against me. I can feel his cock jerking inside me, but he’s pinning me down against him so I can’t move while he’s frozen beneath me. I clench my inner muscles, begging him to move, to do anything, but he just pants, showing me his endless patience.

  “Look at me,” he orders, his voice echoing with many. I don’t open my eyes, instead, I wrap my arms around his neck and nuzzle his ear and jaw. The hand he had on my stomach reaches around and pulls my ass forward, forcing me against him even more. My fingers trace over the smoothness of his back, eager to feel as much of him as I can. Yet, I can’t bring myself to look at him, my heart wants to pretend he’s just another body I’m using.

  “Omnia.” Grim individually releases each finger wrapped over my shoulder, only to retighten his grip. “Do you feel me inside you?” His cock jerks again, and my
lips part as I nod. “Look at me,” he demands again, and this time there’s a roughness to his tone.

  I want to deny him, but he snakes his hand up my back and tugs on the ends of my hair, forcing my neck back. I slit my eyes open and glare at him. Grim rolls his hips once, like it’s some kind of fucking reward, and I’m silently cursing him, because it feels exactly like it is.

  “Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for this?” Grim lets his head fall back on his shoulders when I grip his dick with my pussy, but he’s quick to snap his head back up, and he hits me with a glare of his own.

  I lift one eyebrow and try for a nonchalant smirk. “I’d say a little over thirty years.” My voice is husky with lust.

  Grim rises from his kneeling position, and my weight shifts so I’m impaled on him even more while he’s holding me in the air. “Try forever,” he growls, jerking his hips back and driving forward, slapping his hips against mine. The hit is rough enough his skin smacks against my clitoris, but damn, it feels so good.

  I climb up higher on him, so our faces are level, and wrap my ankles around his torso. I hear his words, but they’re not really registering. “Then what are you waiting for?” I shift my hips back and roll them forward, working myself over him. I search his eyes, begging him with my body to give me more.

  “That, right there,” Grim whispers, his eyes locked on mine, and he returns to his slow-paced fucking. I don’t know if I want to claw his back or beg him to go even slower. He lowers us to the bed, with my knees still high on his sides as he begins moving over me as if there’s a sensual rhythm only he can hear.

  My body goes completely lax beneath him, every time I think to close my eyes, he pauses, until I’m staring right back into his, and only then does he resume his punishingly slow rhythm.

  “You’re an asshole, but God, don’t stop,” I moan, reaching for his shoulders. Fuck if I don’t feel like he’s worshipping me. I can’t even think past the pleasure to wonder if he’s right there with me, blissed out.

  “Do you want to come, Omnia?”

  I reach up and grab Grim’s jaw, snarling, “If you call me another woman’s name again, I will flay you in my bed.”

  A slow grin lifts Grim’s lips. He leans down close until his sinful mouth is near my ear, and whispers, “It’s not another woman’s name. I only see you…Omnia.” He delivers the word with a hard grind, taunting me.

  “What the fuck does it mean?” I grab a handful of Grim’s hair and fist it. A smile I could only call evil darkens his eyes as I jerk him back.

  “Are you sure you want to know?” He licks his lips, unbothered by the grip I have on his hair. Sexy motherfucker.

  I trace my fingernail over his collarbone, back and forth slowly, pretending to think about my answer. Then, when he relaxes a little from my seductive touch, I curl my finger and drag my nail over and his skin. Grim hisses, but doesn’t make any other move to acknowledge the slice I just put along his upper chest. “Tell me,” I command him, as a ball of ugly jealousy takes root in my chest.

  My breath leaves me in a whoosh as he drops his weight against me. “It means my all, my everything, my universe.” My body goes rigid, then I struggle to get him off of me. Panic hits, because I felt those words down to my soul. He’s not fucking kidding. The part of me that can’t sense if he’s lying flares to life and I know his words are the truth, and he fucking means them.

  “No, you don’t.” Grim pins me to the mattress and there’s nothing I can do to get up, short of hurting him. “You asked, I answered.” Grim slides his hands under my arms until he’s leaning on his elbows, his face is next to mine. Thankfully, he’s not making me look at him. My breaths are coming out choppy, and it has nothing to do with his fat dick still lodged inside me—well, maybe it has just a little to do with his fat dick. I hate lying to myself.

  “The sooner you accept it, the sooner I can let you come. Do you want me to make you come?” His words are a softly spoken promise, at such odds with the rigidity of his body, which is still crushing mine.

  I lick my lips. I knew I shouldn’t have let him touch me. Stupid, greedy pussy. I could have grabbed Buzz and had some good one-on-one time with him.

  Grim pulls almost all the way out of me and inches back in, as if he knows exactly what I’m thinking, and he’s reminding me that my vibrator can’t compare to his languid strokes. My head arches back on the pillow.

  “Yes,” slips past my lips. It seems it’s not just my pussy that’s a traitor: my mouth is, too.

  “Yes what, Omnia?” There’s that word again. It’s like he’s forcing it down my throat. “Yes, you want me to make you come? Yes, I was made to be inside you?”

  I taste blood in my mouth from biting my tongue, but I still groan when he slides out of me and pushes back in.

  “Yes to all of it, you motherfucker.” I feel Grim smile against my neck. It’s probably the kind of smile that would send children running for their parents and have fathers crossing the street. Yet, I feel another wave of heat blossoming in my lower stomach. Twisted bitch.

  “I’m so glad you agree, Omnia. I’ve waited eons to feel this.” Grim slowly rocks his body into mine, but with a new force. His arms circle around me like he’s afraid to let go, and I melt against him, giving everything over to him. “I’ll never go another day without being inside you.” His words are muttered, almost like he’s making a promise to himself.

  I shut off my thoughts and focus only on the pleasure spiraling low in my belly, at the heat and friction he’s creating by pumping in and out of me.

  “You can come now, Omnia,” Grim growls harshly in my ear. My inner walls quake, but I fight not to follow his order.

  “Fuck.” I slam my hand against the mattress and fist the sheet, but there’s nothing I can do to stop the torrent coming over me. A long, low moan steals its way up my throat and past my clenched teeth. My thighs are shaking uncontrollably as I let out a feral scream. My body bows off the bed, and I rake my nails down Grim’s back, pushing his ass so he’ll go even deeper, and I fucking come for him. The bastard.

  His chest lifts as Grim throws his head back, letting out the sexiest fucking moan, calling my name as he does.

  My body convulses, and so does my pussy when Grim nibbles my shoulder. “Asshole,” I breathe with no heat. Here I thought I was going to be the one to pull him undone, yet he just fucking topped me, and I loved every second.

  I look up when I feel Grim lift my leg up. “What are you doing?” My throat is dry from all the panting. He pushes himself against me while holding my ankle in the air. He’s still hard inside of me. My brow furrows.

  “I don’t want to crush you,” he offers, and slips my leg over him, then places it gently to the side with my other leg. Through the shifting, he slides out a little and grunts, shoving himself right back inside of me.

  “Um…” I can’t think of the right words to say as he leans forward and pushes me over to my side, still mostly inside my pussy with his semihard cock.

  Grim lets out a sigh. “What are you doing?” I ask again, as he nuzzles his face on my neck and shoulder.

  “Big spoon,” he tells me, like it explains why he’s nesting in my pussy like a fucking bird.

  “I mean, what is your dick doing?” I glance over at the mirror above my vanity, and my body looks dwarfed by his. Should have been watching that while he was fucking me.

  His head lifts. “What do you mean?”

  “You got off, right?”

  Grim leans on his elbow and scowls down at me. I literally feel his muscles contract. “I did not get off.” He says it like getting off is a bad thing. He licks his lips and his eyes go down to my mouth. “I came inside you.” I lick my lips too, like some fucking Pavlovian response.

  “Right, okay. So why are you still...?” I point down to our still-joined bodies.

  “Oh, I like it here.” He settles himself behind me. “And I called big spoon.”

  I snort at the absurdity. “
You do realize that calling big spoon does not mean you get to have your dick swaddled in my pussy, right?”

  Grim slides his palm over my face and uses his fingertips to gently close my eyes, whispering a low, “Shush, rest.”

  “You want me to rest?” I chortle incredulously.

  He responds by taking a deep breath and pulling my hips back into the crook of his body. This is foreign—I don’t even do the whole cuddle thing after sex. “This is ridiculous,” I scoff, not sure why it’s bothering me so badly, but I also don’t pull away from him either, so I must not hate it too much.

  “Rest,” he murmurs softly.

  “I should be out looking for Aeson,” I mumble dejectedly, yet I close my eyes.

  “Let the Berserker and Nemean work, Omnia. We will find her.”

  Chapter 23

  Falling asleep with a dick inside you isn’t all that bad. Waking up after a short nap with a hard cock already raring to go and in position is even better.

  I succumb to a second round with Grim. This time, there’s no power play involved. I think he knows not to push me too much, but he must have a fucking PhD in tantra, because he still took his time making me come.

  I hear the door to my room slam open while I’m rinsing my hair. I lean my head out of the stream of water. “Did you find out anything?” I don’t have to ask to know who opened my door like that.

  “Vanessa is at her home. She’s gathering her coven, but I didn’t hear anything about a Brownie.” Gunnar pushes into the bathroom and leans against the doorframe, watching me through the clear shower walls without an ounce of remorse. His eyes travel over my skin, and I find myself slowing my movements so he has a better view.

  I lean back into the spray and let the warm water cascade over me. With my hair rinsed, I’m pretty much done, but I find I’m liking his attention. Gunnar licks his bottom lip and drags his teeth over it, pulling the skin around his scar and turning it white. I bend over a little and give my leg another good rinse. His eyes track my hand as I glide it from my calf to my thigh.