Finn looks at her questioningly. “I’m sure they’ve met each other.” He groans as her elbow jabs into his side.
“Nice to meet you,” Landyn says softly, his eyes blazing with heat as he stares into mine.
“Hi,” I reply, captivated by his gaze.
“This is fucking weird,” Finn says quietly to Rose, causing her to jab him again and me to laugh. Finn’s inability to catch on to the fact that Landyn and I are totally vibing right now is pretty humorous. Landyn only grows hotter when his eyes crinkle slightly as a smile graces his lips.
“Well, I need to go back to the bar, Logan is probably drowning in it. Come on, Finn,” Rose says, grabbing him by the arm. Finn stares at us for a second longer as he follows Rose out. When Landyn and I are left alone in an apartment that isn’t ours, it becomes awkward.
“I assume you came up here for a reason?” I ask awkwardly, trying to tame the fire that is burning at my core. This man is pure sex, and I can’t help but imagine his strong hands grabbing my hips as he slams into me.
“I did,” he replies, giving away nothing. I nod, pressing my lips together, unsure where to go from here.
Landyn just stares at me, his eyes penetrating my defenses, making me feel helpless.
“I don’t do this often,” I blurt out, immediately regretting it when I do.
A bright white smile crosses his lips. “Do what, exactly?”
“Go out. Come to Vee,” I reply, shifting uncomfortably in my dress. “I’m normally in something much more comfortable.”
My words give him the excuse to take in my body, and my core clenches as his eyes rove over me. I may be thick, but I know that I’m hot as fuck. I have the perfect amount of curves, and my thickness makes me capable of taking it rough. Boy, do I love it rough. I can tell he knows exactly where my mind is, based on the dilation of his pupils and the way his nostrils flare. He can smell how wet I am.
“I think I would like to see that,” he growls, taking a step towards me.
My eyes widen slightly at his words, and I take into consideration that we aren’t in our own home, that we’re in Rose’s and Sebastian is in the other room. I lick my lips unconsciously as I imagine allowing him to take me right here on their couch. “I would like to show you,” I purr back.
Within a moment he is on me, a flash, and his hands have shot out, grabbing onto me. One hand takes my throat as his other grabs one of my breasts, and I relish in the roughness of it all. “Is this too much?” he asks, his voice cracking in its heaviness.
I stare into his eyes, baring my teeth. “More.” My pussy arches into him, rubbing against his hardened cock straining in his jeans. All I want is for him to give it to me hard and rough. I want to come, my brain screams as I stare into his eyes.
“Your wish is my command,” he says as his grip tightens on my throat. “There are rooms downstairs. I don’t think it would be wise for me to fuck on my bosses’ couch.” His deep voice and smirk only add to my slickness. I bite my lip, trying to refrain from purring like a cat in heat, and nod to him. He grabs onto my wrist and pulls me to the door and down the stairs, back into the madness.
Calluna
The sudden darkness takes my eyes a bit to adjust to, since the only light is coming from the strobe lights streaking across the crowd. The atmosphere feels different than before, less terrifying and more electric. Mostly due to the strong hand that grips mine tightly as he pulls me through the crowd. When we get towards the back, he slips a key into a door that I’d never been in before, and I look at him questioningly.
“This room is just for employees,” he says with a dark smile. As the door swings open, I take in the room before me. Dark red and black, the consistent theme of Vee, carries on in here. Black velvet curtains drop from the ceiling around a round bed covered in dark red silk. “It’s cleaned often, if that’s something you’re worried about. The Whitakers have the Cleanly Den on retainer.”
I nod, releasing my hand from his grip and walking towards the bed. My fingers drag across the soft silk, and I close my eyes as I imagine how it will feel against the rest of my body. I listen closely, hearing Landyn walk behind me, slowly coming closer. “Is this okay?” he asks again, and I feel a bit of warmness in my chest at his need to constantly make sure I am comfortable. I answer his question without words as I place my fingers on the strap of my dress and begin pulling it over my shoulder. His fingers cover mine, taking over the removal of my dress as his lips begin to caress my neck. When he has gotten both straps over my shoulders, he pulls the dress down farther, baring my heavy breasts pushed up in a black lace bra. His fingers continue their trail down, gently gliding against the skin on my stomach and then my hips, which reveals a pair of matching panties. When the dress has been pushed past my wide hips, it falls to the ground without a problem, and I squirm a bit as I feel Landyn spin me around in his arms so that he can see me from the front.
“You are unbelievably sexy,” he growls, taking a step back to look me up and down. I stare him down unflinchingly, old enough to not feel self-conscious about my lack of a thigh gap or the fact that my stomach hangs over the waistband of my panties a bit. When his eyes finally get to my breasts, his tongue comes out and glides over his lips slowly. His large fingers slide across the top of my bra and pull down, causing my large breasts to bounce out. His eyes zero in on one of my nipples before dropping down to take one of the peaks in his mouth. My moans fill the room as I throw my head back, loving the feel of his lips against my sensitive nub and his rough beard dragging against the soft skin of my breasts. His hands fumble with the back of my bra, unhooking it and throwing it across the room before shoving me onto the bed. My long, dark brown hair fans around me as I bounce lightly on the bed. Before allowing him to cover me with his muscled form, I sit up, my fingers quickly pulling at his belt and popping open the button on his jeans. Pulling down his fly, I slip my fingers under the waistband of both his jeans and boxers, unwilling to undress him as slowly as he undressed me. I want him so much that there is sure to be a wet spot on the bed below me as I soak through my panties.
I yank down his pants and release his large cock, gasping at its thickness. By far the fattest cock I have ever seen in my life, it also has length and a slight upward curve that I know will rub me in all the right places. It’s fucking beautiful. The kind of beautiful cock that you just want to sing songs about, although I know I must refrain. I slowly glance up and try to give him my sultriest stare, taking in his smug smile as he takes in my look of pure lust. I stare into his gaze as I reach my hand out and grab the base, squeezing gently and feeling it twitch in my grasp. When I lean forward and take it into my mouth, his groans match my own as I savor his smoky taste. My tongue swivels around the tip, licking up the pre-cum that has gathered there, then drags from the sensitive underside down to where my fingers still grasp the base. As my tongue drags back to the top of his crown, I feel the anticipation before I perform one of the sexual acts I’m most proud of. Getting your tonsils removed as an adult is fucking horrible. HORRIBLE. But I now have a handy little trick that seems to make the men wild—the lack of a gag reflex. I pull my lips around my teeth as I sink his monster cock into my mouth, feeling my lips stretch uncomfortably as he is much larger than I am used to. Never one to give up, I push on and relax my throat as I accept him deeper and deeper, knowing that I won’t be able to take all of him. When the head of his cock hits the back of my throat, I feel his fingers sink into my hair gently.
“Fuuuuuck, Calluna.” He groans out my name like a prayer. “How the fuck are you doing this?”
I moan as I slowly pull back before sliding back down. His fingers tighten on my hair as the vibrations do wonderful things to his cock. His fingers are never forceful as I allow him to fuck my mouth, almost soothingly. He growls loudly before pulling his cock from my hot, wet mouth, his grasp finding my throat again and pulling me up to his eye level.
His lips slam into my own, and our teeth clack together in the r
oughness of the kiss. His tongue delves into my mouth, and I get more turned on at the thought of him tasting himself on me. He breaks apart from me, his fingers tightening on my throat. “That was fucking amazing, seriously. But if I don’t get inside you right now, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
“No arguments here,” I moan back, leaning back down onto the bed and pulling a soft pillow underneath my head. Landyn pulls his shirt off over his head and crawls onto the bed with me. He takes no time at all in getting my panties off and thrown to the floor with the rest of our clothes. I wait in anticipation, listening to the loud club music still beating in the background. He drags his tongue across my slit, and I squirm in surprise, caught off guard by his tongue instead of his cock, the scruff of hair on his chin doing wonderful things to my skin. His lips suck on my clit just before he slides up the rest of my body, caging me beneath him.
“I also needed to taste you,” he says as his cock drags against my entrance. “I want to make you come in my mouth, but I can’t wait any longer.”
“Fuck me, please,” I beg, arching my pussy into him as the head gets closer to my opening. I reach down and grab his cock, leveling it with my core and pushing up onto him, feeling the delightful stretch. He’s much thicker than I’m used to, but I know that the pain mixed with my pleasure will be delicious. He strains as he pushes in, working to be slow and gentle as he stretches me to accommodate his thickness, but I want more. Need more. Curling my legs around him, I push him down into me with the heels of my feet digging into his ass.
“Luna,” he gasps, the muscles in his neck and arms flexing. “I am holding on by a thread right now, and I don’t want to hurt you,” he growls, his brow furrowed.
“I’m not a dainty flower, Lan, now fucking shut up and fuck me hard,” I snarl, getting closer to his face. He kisses me deeply as he shoves the rest of the way in. Shoves being the apt word, as I feel my body shatter beneath him as I take him in. My pussy clenches around him, feeling so close already, my eyes crossing as the pain and pleasure overtake me. My nails dig into his back, spurring him on as I thrust upwards. ‘Fuck through the pain’ has always been my motto, and it has never been more true than right now. Landyn groans as he begins to fuck me in earnest, one of his hands reaching down to thumb at my clit.
“You feel so fucking tight, so fucking wet for me,” he rumbles as he slides in and out of me in the most delightful way, pulling every gasp from my lips. I quiver beneath him as the head of his cock drags against the sensitive spot inside me and his thumb continues to circle my clit.
“I’m close,” I moan, arching up to put more pressure on my clit.
“Then come for me, baby girl. Give it all to me.” Landyn growls, then he captures my mouth as I scream out my release.
Calluna
I wake up with my legs interlaced with Landyn’s, the different brown shades of our skin complimenting each other somehow. My hand slowly drifts against the hardness of his chest as I take one last feel before I flee. My core clenches achingly as I remember fucking him last night, his thickness stretching me to the limit but still leaving me begging for more. As I found out last night, Landyn is willing to give more. The time waiting for his cock to bounce back was spent with his head between my legs as he sucked and flicked at my needy clit. I came until it hurt, and then he made me come more before slamming his monster cock back into me. We fucked in every position possible, and I know I’ll be walking out of this place bowlegged like I’d been riding a horse all day. Well, riding a griffin.
The only thing we took from each other was pleasure, leaving words for never. We both knew what this was, and I know that he won’t be pained to see me gone before he wakes. I slip from the covers, enjoying the last touch of his smooth skin under my palm. Walking out of Vee in the daytime, in my nightclub dress, is going to be embarrassing enough without having the awkward morning after talk where we pretend that what this is will ever be more than just a night of hot, animalistic sex.
After jamming my body back into the skintight dress of last night, I slip on my shoes and walk towards the door. I can’t find my underwear, but I’m unwilling to spend a minute longer in this room and risk him waking up. The maids of the Cleanly Den will dispose of them, magically, I hope.
I unlock the door and walk into the giant empty room that stands as the dancefloor for Vee, my heels echoing as they tap on the hardwood floor. I look around warily, glad to see that the room is empty and I don’t have to have an embarrassing conversation with Rose or any of her guys. I speed up my steps, the exit in sight, when I hear a deep voice behind me. “Hi, Calluna.”
Fuck.
I turn around to see Reggie walk out of one of the office rooms behind the bar, smiling at me knowingly. “Nice night?” he asks, a laugh in his voice.
“Very nice, thank you,” I reply shortly as I continue to back towards the door, more than ready to escape this shit.
“Good. Have a good day.” Reggie laughs, turning around to head back into the room he had just vacated. I sigh in relief as I slam my hands into the door and walk out into the brightness of the morning.
The worst part about the ‘walk of shame’—besides the name of course, since there is nothing shameful about fucking a stranger—is the walk home because it’s bright as fuck out and everyone knows by the look of you what you’ve been up to. People are out peopling and you’re hungover, and in my case, waddling slightly after having your pussy blasted to smithereens by a griffin’s monster cock.
I avoid the eyes of everyone I pass, groaning when I see Buttercup looking up at me from the window of her bakery. Especially when I walk into the entrance of my building and see my neighbor checking her mail.
“Good morning, Calluna,” Violet says, giving me a disapproving once-over. “I assume you didn’t dress like a…like a…” She waves a hand vaguely, indicating my outfit.
“A tart?” I ask.
“I didn’t say that!” Violet flushes.
“Well, I don’t know. I feel like I’m a tart at all times during the day,” I say sassily, quirking my brow at her in annoyance.
“Mmmmmm,” she hums in agreement, and her eyes light up with mischief. “Your animals were very loud last night, dear. I don’t think the landlord would appreciate it.”
“Well, you couldn’t get him to keep the elevator running so you don’t have to ride magical dildos down the stairs, so I don’t think he’ll start giving a fuck about my pets anytime soon,” I hiss back. I don’t hate the woman, I really don’t. I’m just not in the mood this morning, and she knows it. “By the way, you’re talking like an old person again.”
“Language, dear,” she replies pointedly, ignoring my comment about how she’s speaking to me. “Besides, you know I don’t need dildo rides anymore.”
“Oh I know, I’ve seen the men. My animals aren’t the only loud ones,” I reply, smiling when I see her face flush as she realizes how her statement came off.
She tries to shrug off the comment, like she isn’t embarrassed, and turns the conversation back to me. “Why are you walking like that?”
“Monster griffin cock, Vi. Blasted my pussy up,” I state with a wide smile.
“That’s…” Violet’s cheeks flush, but in a way that tells me she’s thinking of a griffin cock of her own. Or in Violet’s case, I’m guessing troll cock. And the way she quickly waves goodbye and rushes upstairs tells me she’ll be having one very soon.
I shake my head with a smile of my own as I fumble with the keys to my apartment, then unlock the door and automatically put my foot in front of the crack as I open it to keep all my animals inside. It was quite a surprise when I learned that my elderly librarian neighbor was actually a woman in her early twenties in disguise. Shit in Silver Springs is always weird.
I jump when I get inside and find that it’s more than just my animals waiting for me.
“Fuck, Lars! What the hell are you doing here?” I yell out, dropping my keys to the floor. Immediately Binx, my black a
nd tan dachshund, is all over them, smelling them before licking my ankles. I bend down and rub behind his ears, giving him a quick smooch, then snatch my keys back up.
“Well, you disappeared last night, so I got a little worried,” he replies, staring at me with a smile.
“Worried?” I ask, already stripping out of the dress as I walk to my bedroom. I’m unconcerned about him seeing me in just my bra, though I do freeze before pulling the dress off my waist when I remember I lost my panties.
“More irritated. I figured you snuck out after talking with Rose and that I’d find you here in your granny panties and a giant t-shirt watching Netflix. So I hurried up and found someone to blow me in the alley, then headed this way ready to bust your ass,” he explains, and I roll my eyes because of course he found someone to blow him in the alley.
Without skipping a beat, he goes on. “But I get here, use the spare key you gave me—”
“For emergencies,” I cut in.
“Right, right. I come into your home, and what do I find? No Calluna,” he says with a wide smile. He stands suddenly, walks over to me, and leans in to look closely at my side.
I snap my hand out and push him back. “What the hell are you doing?” I ask in surprise, looking down at the place he’s staring at to find bruises in the shape of fingers around my waist.
“What is this, Cal? Who is the mystery man?” Lars asks in glee, returning to sit on my couch.
“Nobody,” I state firmly as I walk out of the room and into my bedroom. I quickly strip from the dress, slipping on a pair of comfy underwear and leggings. I trade my strapless bra for a comfier alternative and pull on a t-shirt, knowing I need to get my ass in gear so I can open up Beastie Besties. I take in a deep breath and smell coffee brewing. Bless you, Lars. Running into the bathroom, I throw my hair up in a messy bun on the top of my head and brush my teeth. The makeup I had on last night looks fine enough after using a q-tip to get rid of the smudges under my eyes, and I walk back into the living room to find Lars standing there with my coffee in a to-go cup and a smile on his face.
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