“What’s wrong?” My voice was husky with desire. It had been a few hours since we’d last fucked and I was jonesing for some action.
“We shouldn’t do this,” my boyfriend said, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Why not?”
“Not feeling it.”
“Are you sure?” Glancing down, I could see his manhood snaking down his pant leg. He was so long and thick there was hardly enough room. It looked borderline painful. “Come on. My ass is aching to be filled,” I coxed, sure that I had him, but when I reached for his belt, he grabbed my wrist.
“Please stop.”
“Did I do something wrong?” The movie was completely forgotten as I tried to figure out why he wasn’t all over me. This morning he’d been hesitant at first, but within seconds he’d pounced on me like a hungry lion. What changed? A million equally unsettling possibilities flew through my mind.
“I’m just not in the mood,” he murmured softly.
“What did I do?”
“It’s not you,” Uriah assured me, giving me a quick kiss on the forehead. “I’ve just got a lot on my mind.”
“The genetic suppressant?” He nodded. “Jean-Luc has it covered. There’s nothing to worry about. Come on, let me take your mind off it.” Uriah hesitated. “We haven’t messed around since this morning. I’m in need of a good fucking.”
My boyfriend contemplated this for a moment before asking, “How about a blowjob instead?”
“You’re passing up sex for a BJ?”
He shrugged. “That’s what I want.”
“Okay.” He sat up, his back against the headboard while I moved in between his legs. Forgoing undoing his belt, I went straight for his fly, eager to unleash the beast within. When I freed his cock, it spring up and slapped him on the belly. Despite all the times we’d been together, it never ceased to amaze me how big he was. Uriah groaned when I squeezed his shaft, a stream of pre-cum leaking from the tip.
“Come on,” he hissed, shifting his hips impatiently as I took my time working my fist up and down his length.
“Come on, what?” I asked coyly, looking up at him from underneath my lashes.
“You’re killing me, man.”
“Am I?” It was so hot seeing my boyfriend come up done. He was practically vibrating with need.
“Just suck it already.”
Deciding that I’d tortured him enough, I opened my mouth and throat and swallowed him whole. Uriah grunted and slammed his hips upward as I sucked relentlessly.
“Oh, my god! Oh, my god!” he groaned, his fingers gripping my hair as he continued to thrust past my lips. Pumping the base of his shaft, I licked and sucked for all I was worth. My boyfriend was in such a frenzy, he was starting to babble nonsensically, his fingers gripping my hair ever tighter. I loved it when he lost control like that. I knew it was just a matter of time before he came and I was ready. Right before he climaxed, I took a huge gulp of air before allowing him to deep-throat me. With an animalistic grunt, he shot load after load down my gullet. As the last of his ejaculation disappeared, his wings suddenly surged out. Looking both stunned and confused, Uriah pushed me away.
“Are you okay?” I asked, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand. Ignoring me, he stuffed his tampering dick back into his pants before concentrating on retracting his wings. When they wouldn’t go, he began to look panicked. Jumping up from the bed, he paced back and forth, his massive wings taking up most of the room as he mouthed no, no, no, over and over again.
“Uriah,” I chanced, seeing him quickly falling apart. “It’s not that big a deal.”
It is! he signed with wide, wild eyes. What if they don’t go back in?!
“Jean-Luc is working on a replacement. You’ll be fine.”
Yeah, in six weeks!
“I’m sure they won’t stay out that long.”
You don’t know that. They’ve never come out during a blowjob before. My condition is getting worse!
Realization dawned on me. “Is that why you didn’t want to have sex?”
Uriah hesitated before giving a quick nod.
“Then I guess there’s nothing holding you back,” I replied, getting off the bed and unfastening my belt. My boyfriend looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Hey, you got yours, now it’s my turn.”
We’re not having sex.
“Why not?”
I’m not in the mood.
“So, I give you a mind blowing orgasm and you won’t do the same for me?”
Fine, Uriah signed, looking increasingly agitated. You want me to fuck you? Fine! Get on your hands and knees.
“Are you kidding me?”
You want it or not?
“Not with that attitude.” My boyfriend’s hands had started to migrate to his belt, but when I rejected him, he shook his head in exasperation before turning his back on me. For a moment, I just stood there, staring at his massive wingspan, trying to make sense of the situation. I assumed with a new genetic suppressant on the way, Uriah would be happy. Now he seemed anything but. My first reaction was to tell him that he was overreacting, but I didn’t want to add gasoline to the fire. He was obviously upset and getting angry would only make things worse. Honestly, I just wanted us to get along. Stepping away from the mattress, I cautiously approached my boyfriend. I intend to apologize and validate his fears for the future, but before I could say anything, he spun around, tears in his eyes.
I’m so sorry, he signed, looking defeated. I don’t know why I said that. It was completely out of line. It must be a mood swing or something. I felt so angry. Please forgive me.
“Of course I forgive you.” After a long embrace we returned to my bed. I didn’t mention sex and Uriah also didn’t bring it up. Not wanting a repeat of what just happened, I decided it was best if we returned to the movie. For now sex could wait. I didn’t know how much worse his condition was going to get over the next few weeks and I didn’t want to do anything to worsen it. Hopefully someday soon, he’d let me touch him again.
Chapter 25
Uriah
Aaron was doing his best to comfort me. I understood that, but six weeks is a long time. The possibility of being mute that long scared me. Also having to hide out in my boyfriend’s bedroom basically rendered me helpless. But more than anything, I was terrified about what these mood swings had in store. When Aaron requested sex, an intense angry had swept over me. But the thing that scared me the most was that I didn’t realize how inappropriate my reaction had been until the angry passed. What if the next time that happens, it doesn’t go away? What if I’m trapped in some extreme, irrational state? When I voiced, or should I say signed, my fears to Aaron, he said and did everything he could to raise my spirits, but I was inconsolable. For hours, I sat crosslegged in the middle of his room, my wings drawn close and my head bowed. For all I knew, my depression was just another mood swing, but it didn’t matter. The emotion felt real to me. According to Aaron at least I hadn’t experienced anymore blackouts. Not yet anyway. Like I said, nothing he offered could raise me spirits.
It had been a while since I’d gone flying over the National Forest and if my wings weren’t gone by nightfall, that’s what I intended to do. I don’t like flying at night, but it couldn’t be helped. Without a functioning genetic suppressant, I was trapped. At eight, when the sun had completely disappeared behind the horizon and my wings still wouldn’t leave, I got up.
“Where are you going?” Aaron asked as I drew the feathered appendages close to my body and opened his bedroom window.
Flying, I signed.
“Take me with you?”
It’s too dangerous at night.
“How so?”
Low visibility. Aaron didn’t look happy, but he accepted this. In reality, the lack of sunlight, isn’t an issue for me, I just needed to be alone right now. Carefully sliding out of the window, I took off into the night. High in the air, I thought about many things. What if my wings don’t go back in? Can I really wait
six weeks? Will I be forced to return to my home world? The month Aaron and I spend apart was hard. Our relationship can't take another hit.
At midnight, I returned to Aaron’s house. Prying the window open, I climbed in and joined him on the bed. He was lying on his back, his head turned to the side, his lashes sweeping his cheeks. He looked so adorable, so innocent, so vulnerable. What if I lose him? What if this is too much for us? An unexpected and overwhelming sadness filled me. Deep breaths, Uriah. I have to hold on for just a little longer. In a few weeks, I'll get a new genetic suppressant and everything will be okay. Pulling him close, I wrapped my wings around us. Aaron didn’t wake up, but a soft smile slid across his face when I positioned his head against my chest.
The next morning, I woke up bright and early. I immediately tried to retract my wings. Crossing my fingers, I closed my eyes and tightened my shoulders. No go. Of course not. Why did I have to request that damn blowjob? I should’ve known something like this would happen. After the grocery store incident, I should’ve known. I had half the mind to go for an early morning flight, but changed my mind. I didn’t want Aaron to wake up alone. I might have left a note, but I couldn’t write. In every possible way I was grounded. To make matters worse, my stomach started growling. As I shifted into a more comfortable position, my boyfriend’s head slid down my chest to my belly, causing him to stir. Right when I thought he’d go back to sleep, my stomach gave another annoyed gurgle. This time it was much louder and Aaron’s eyes slid open. He blinked twice before looking up at me.
“Good morning, angel.” Unable to speak, I simply ran my fingers through his copper-colored hair. Seeing that my wings were still out, my boyfriend sat up. “When did you get back last night?”
Midnight. I signed.
“Did you have a good flight?”
I nodded.
“When you weren’t back after a couple hours, I wasn’t sure if I should be worried.”
Sorry if I caused you concern. I needed to clear my head.
“Maybe next time I can go with you.”
Maybe. Aaron looked like he might say something when my stomach groaned irritably. I was so hungry, I was starting to feel sick. Before I could decide what to do, my boyfriend jumped out of bed.
“Wait here. I’ll get you something to eat.” A moment later he was gone. I sat in relative silence, awaiting his return. Is this what it’s going to be like for the next month and a half? Me hiding out while he feeds me? What a nightmare! What if one of his family members walks in? In the past, I would take refuge in his closet, but that would only work for so long. Sooner or later one of us was bound to make a mistake.
I expected Aaron to be right back, but the bedroom door didn’t open for twenty-five long minutes. When my boyfriend finally returned, I was practically crawling out of my skin. He was carrying a plate piled high with eggs, sausage and bacon along with toast, hash browns and waffles swimming in syrup.
“Here you go,” he said proudly. “A meal fit for a queen.”
I had an overwhelming urge to snap at him, but with some effort, I managed to quash it. I could feel the irrational anger bubbling just underneath the surface, but I refused to subject my boyfriend to it. Taking a deep breath and letting it out, I forced a smile and signed. You made this?
Aaron nodded. “Yep. I know my way around a frying pan.”
Accepting the plate, I immediately dug in. Man, I was hungry! All that flying last night took a lot out of me. My boyfriend had prepared enough food for a small army, but I managed to finish every last bite. I hoped that my irrational anger would have subsided while I ate, but if anything it was getting stronger. It was mildly annoying that it had taken him so long to get me something to eat, but I knew I shouldn’t be as mad as I was. If anything, I should be touched that he’d gone to the trouble to prepare such a fantastic breakfast. Unfortunately, the mood swing was swallowing me whole. With every passing second, I was having more and more trouble convincing myself my anger was irrational. While I fought to keep myself under control, Aaron slid into bed beside me, oblivious to my internal battle.
“I still can’t believe how much you can eat,” he marveled, his dark green eyes taking in the empty plate. “How do you not weigh a ton?” As he said this, his hand wandered down to his own midsection. He already knew the answer to that, so I just shrugged before placing the empty plate on the bedside table. The moment it was out of the way, Aaron curled up against me.
“Feel better?” he asked, running tender fingers across my full belly. I nodded, wiping my mouth off on the back of my hand. For once I was glad that I was mute. The inability to talk was making it a lot easier not to belittle my boyfriend. Looking satisfied, Aaron’s hand slid tentatively down my middle all the way to my cock. Through the thin material of my boxers, he started stroking me. I couldn’t control myself anymore. The anger won over and I slapped Aaron’s hand away.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, looking surprised.
I’m not in the mood. Even as I signed this, I prayed I didn’t say anything I couldn’t take back. The anger that coursed through my veins was stronger than yesterday. Much stronger. It was scary.
“Why not?” Aaron asked, starting to look concerned.
I struggled to swallow my irritation. Shouldn’t it be enough that I didn’t want to? Do I need a reason?
“It would help me understand. Once upon a time you couldn’t keep your hands off me. Now you cringe every time I touch you. Is this another mood swing?”
It would’ve been so easy to say yes and tell him not to take anything I said personally, but for some reason that question just enraged me further. Is that what you’ve reduced me to? Mood swings? I can’t just be having a bad day?
“Of course not!” Aaron said, looking anxious. “Like I said, I just want to know why you can’t stand to be intimate with me. Is it really because of the suppressant or are you just not attracted to me anymore?”
I can’t risk doing anything that will cause my wings to stay out.
“What makes you think that will happen?”
Nothing. I just don’t want to take the chance.
“I thought we already established that we’re in this together? Whatever happens, we’ll deal with it together.”
That’s easy for you to say. You’re not the one being forced into silence and seclusion. Apparently now whenever I’m hungry, I have to wait an hour for you to bring me something to eat!
Aaron’s jaw dropped. “Are you fucking kidding me?! I worked my ass off to give you a good breakfast. If I’d known you’d be so ungrateful, I wouldn’t have bothered.”
I almost fainted waiting for you. At this rate, I’ll starve to death before I get a knew genetic suppressant.
“Okay, hold on,” he said, his face getting steadily redder. “Wasn’t this your original plan? Back when we first started dating, you were planning on flying the nest and throwing caution to the wind. I was the one who convinced you to think things through. If not for me, you wouldn’t know where the portal was much less how to keep it open.”
Out of nowhere, the overpowering anger turned to blind panic. Oh, god! He’s right! He’s going to dump me and I’ll be all alone! Why am I being such an asshole?! I have to fix this!
Please don’t hate me! I signed, my mind a whirlpool of fear, uncertainty and confusion. I didn’t mean anything I just said. You were right. It’s another mood swing. I can’t control myself!
My boyfriend’s eyebrows shot up at this declaration. When he finally found his voice, it was slow and cautious. “You really didn’t mean anything you just said?”
Of course not. This is so frustrating. I hate that I can’t censure myself. I hate that I keep hurting you. By now, tears were streaming down my face. When Aaron didn’t respond, my panic began to grow. Please don’t be mad at me!
“I’m not mad.”
Yes you are.
“I’m not,” he insisted. “I’m just a little confused. These mood swings are going to give me whipla
sh.”
Are you sure you’re not mad? As I asked this, I wiped the tears from my face.
“I’m sure. I’m just… really horny.”
Do you want a BJ?
“I’d prefer sex, but that will do.”
Hastily moving between his legs, I worked his boxers down his thighs before snatching up the bottle of lube. Aaron looked mildly confused so I gave him a reassuring wink. Squirting a dollop on my index finger, I pushed his legs apart and bent his knees before rubbing a circle around his hole. Then, tentatively, I slid my finger inside. Aaron first hissed then grunted when I found his prostate and began massaging it. When he started thrusting against my finger, I bowed down and took his cock in my mouth while continuing to stroke his sweet spot.
“Oh, my god!” he moaned as I worked my lips, tongue and finger. “That feels so good. Jesus!” While he was distracted, I slipped another finger inside. This elicited another whimper. An instant later, Aaron grabbed a handful of my hair, taking me by surprise. When I paused, he bucked his hips impatiently. “Don’t stop. Please, I’m so close.” Doubling my efforts, I slipped a third finger in and started deep-throating him. “Oh, god!” Aaron cried out, grinding his ass down hard, driving my fingers in to the base. For a moment, I thought he might take my whole hand. Then I wondered if he could. Before I had a chance to find out, his whole body tensed as his orgasm crashed through him. Determined to make his climax the best he’d ever had, I sucked and stroked him all the way through. By the time he came down, he was a sweaty, trembling mess.
Feel better? I signed when my boyfriend’s eyes finally focused on me.
“Much.” he looked drunk with pleasure. “I can’t believe…” before he could finished, his phone rang. When he gingerly sat up, my fingers slid free of his ass and he released an involuntary moan. Shooting me a look as his ears turned pink, he cleared his throat before answering his phone.
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