Chapter 21

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

My body took up most of the space between the opposing rows, but Satin didn’t seem to mind as she crawled out on top of me. My dick had already lifted up my kilt, which meant that when Satin rested her hands on my chest and straddled my midsection, the soft skin of its underbelly rubbed against the silk of her pajamas, right beneath her crotch.

“Oh, fuck,” I rumbled. It was clear she meant business—and whatever she wanted to do with me, I was going to let her. But—last night hadn’t been that long ago—she had to be sore. “You sure you’re down for round two?” I asked her, with the last bit of common sense I possessed.

Her hands curled into the shaggier V of fur atop my chest. “Yeah,” she said, grinding down, biting her lips, giving a sigh. “I—I like you.”

It wasn’t love, and she said it like the words cost her, but my heart still thrilled to hear it.

“Yeah? I like you too,” I confessed.

“Not just your dick?” she teased. “But—the rest of you?”

“Yeah, Satin,” I said, grabbing her hips. This way I could drag the silk between her legs up and down all of me. She leaned forward and let me, and I knew I was hitting her clit. She quickly pulled off her top and flung it away. “Now these,” I commanded, meaning her pants.

“You do it.”

I ripped them in two at once.

She wasn’t wearing underwear beneath them, and I felt the soft, hot skin of her pussy rubbing on my shaft immediately.

“Put those on my tab,” I told her, while she started to arch her hips and moan.

I wanted all of her wet, and all over me. I could feel her heat building, so fast, like she was a match and I was a strike-pad—and for the first time I had hope it wasn’t just me in this.

Plenty of other MSA guys had found human women to be with—of course we’d talked about our situations some.

And in the end, not a single one of them had fallen alone.

If my body called to hers—maybe hers wanted to call back.

“Ace,” she whispered, fighting my hands to stay still, before she rocked back and reached down, spreading her pussy wide between her fingers where I could see. I was hit by a wave of her scent, at the same time as I saw all of her folds were glistening, a flushing a dark pink from the friction. I made to grab for her—but then she suddenly leaned forward, planting hands on both my shoulders, picking her hips up.

“Line it up,” she demanded.

I was going to ask if she was sure—then I decided to take her at her motherfucking word. I reached down, lassoed the top half of my cock with a palm, and brought myself up in between her legs at once.

She settled back and gave a small grunt when she made contact, but didn’t press further—she just moved her hips up and down, drenching my slit far better than I could ever manage with my tongue.

I groaned, and ran my other hand into her hair, pulling her face into my chest, so I could watch her heart-shaped ass bob above me.

“Like what you see?” she asked.

“Yeah,” I said, in a hushed tone. “Always.”

She lifted her head and her lips curved into a soft smile. “Well—since I can’t truly see you—tell me how it feels.”

I groaned, half-a-second away from telling her that her pussy was also ‘amazing.’

“I’m not really a man of words.”

“Try. Please.”

I clenched my jaw and then nodded my head. “Sorry—I’m nodding, I’m down—and I think you can already tell where I want to be.”

She giggled at that, still rubbing her pussy on my cock’s fat head. “Yeah, he’s pretty noticeable. I’m surprised you didn’t fall off the bed last night.”

“Me too,” I said, laughing back. “Can I go inside you?”

“Yeah,” she said, arching slowly back. “But—talk to me,” she urged, as she began to press.

“You’re hot—everywhere, I mean, you’re gorgeous, but, especially right there, and my dick feels like some sort of heat-seeking missile.”

“Yeah?” she teased.

“Uh huh. And the second I scented you—I knew I had to try to—” My words failed me again. “Get inside you?” I guessed, preferring to sound crude over desperate. At the same time, I clenched my ass to rise my hips up and get my dick closer to her and she allowed it, the edges of her pussy finally deigning to take me in, stretching to accommodate my girth. Both of us made deeply satisfied noises, and she started teasing me again, having taken, very literally, just the tip.

“Hmmm,” she purred, just riding there. “You wind up inside a lot of girls, Ace?”

“Yeah.” I didn’t want to lie. I wasn’t as famous as Satin, but thanks to my ex, there were pictures out there of me, too. “But?—”

Oh fuck it. It was impossible to lie to her while she was on me, and seeing as she still needed the MSA’s building, while my confession might put an end to this, it wouldn’t send her screaming.

“I think I’m meant for you,” I blurted out, and she stilled her hips immediately, staring down. “Not like in a gee-this-would-be-nice-to-fuck way right here. But something more. Real. Long-term.” Maybe even forever.

Her elegant eyebrows arched over her blindfold. “No wonder you’re shitty at poker,” she said. “You suck at hiding your hand.”

“I don’t want to hide from the person I want to be with. Not now—not ever.”

She was silent above me— still on me!— for another too-long beat. “Then I guess your dick isn’t the only thing big about you.”

I looked up at her, utterly mystified. All of me was big, my hands, my shoulders, my horns. “Which other part?” I asked, slightly terrified of her answer.

She broke into a grin and laughed. “Your heart, you idiot!” she said, and then rocked back to take in more of me.

It wasn’t the answer I longed for—I wanted to hear that felt like I did, and that somehow together we would make things work. But instead of wondering what she was thinking, I decided to listen to her body, which was now eagerly taking me, sliding back and forth, fucking herself with my cock. She leaned over so that my angle into her was perfect, and her breasts brushed my fur.

I wanted to come at once—and had a vision of myself accidentally shooting her across the rest of the jet—so I reached out to either side to grasp hold of the metal legs of the seats where they were bolted into the floor, trying to contain myself.

She noticed the movement from me. “Are you good?”

“Yeah. Just trying to exercise some self-control,” I groaned.

“Why?”

There wasn’t any point in holding back. “Because you make me irrepressibly horny. Because ever since I met you all I’ve only thought about two things: how best to make you happy, and how to give you all my loads. And because if I don’t distract myself somehow, I’m going to tell you more things you might not want to hear.”

She’d started fucking herself in time to my phrases. “There’s all your words,” she said, with a grunt, as she rammed me home in her cunt. She balanced on my chest with one hand, then reached for her clit with the other, fluttering just an inch of me in and out of her, holding me deep inside. “But—who told you—” she said, lightly panting, as she wound herself tighter above me—“that I don’t want to hear them?” she asked, looking down, her hair falling forward to stroke my cheek like a caress.

If that meant…that this was real… I released the chairs beside me slowly, and wrapped my hands around her waist. My fingers met on either side. I didn’t guide her, I just got to feel her there, using all of her small human muscles, taking me.

“Isn’t dating your bodyguard a cliché?” I asked, hardly daring to hope.

She giggled again and licked her lips. “If it’s good enough for the Princess of Rhondal, it’s good enough for me.”

“Yeah…but I don’t want to fuck her,” I teased, and that made her laugh.

“Stop it Ace, I’m trying to concentrate!” she said, and I could see her free hand practically vibrating between her legs.

For me. Like the rest of her. That wanted to date. Me.

Relief and joy swept through my body like a raging river—and then I knew I needed to get on task.

“Get it, Satin,” I purred. “Use me. Ride me. Rub yourself.”

She bit her lips and then nodded, giving a small whine.

“You’re so fuckin’ close I can feel it,” I said, because I could—her knees were shifting beside me, like a cat waiting to pounce.

“I’m trying,” she whispered—and I knew sometimes, some girls had a hard time coming—hell, sometimes I did, too—so I let go of her waist and grabbed my dick again. It was rock hard, but because it was so long it did have a little give, which meant I could lift it up and down, making it angle differently inside her, like I was stirring her with it.

She squeaked at that, then went completely still, keeping her hips splayed wide.

“Gonna fuckin’ take all of you,” I muttered.

Her rubbing hand dropped and wound into the fur of my chest— marking me with her scent —as she panted. “Ace,” she hissed, tensing, her brow furrowing above her blindfold’s black line as her jaw fell open. “Ace—Ace—Ace!” she called out with a shout, bowing her head down, and then bucking it back, coming on me at last. She swam forward and back, ramming my cock into her, making me hit the back of her over and over again, deeper than I’d been last night, I was certain, and I—I just relished the show. I closed my eyes, feeling her squeeze me, knowing that there really would come a time when I would get to fill her with my spunk, listening to her cries and the soft wet sounds where we met. She shuddered, and gave a final moan, and I knew I was up to bat.

I pulled her off of me, even though she complained, but I kept her on top my chest, as I stroked myself good and hard beside her.

“Someday—soon,” I grunted. “This is gonna be in you—when I unload.”

She nodded frantically, like it was her dearest wish, and suddenly she was right—my heart was as big as my dick—no—bigger—swelling in every dimension.

“Satin,” I warned her, and then let go with a bellow, waves of milky white satisfaction pouring out of me, like my balls were fucking Niagara, covering my chest, but also her shoulder, spattering the side of the nearest chair, and probably spotting the floor.

All because of her.

My mate.

I gave a final groan once I was finished, and another few pulls to clean me out, then just lay there, breathing hard, as she lay atop my heaving chest.

I pushed some of her hair back away from her, trying to save it from getting drenched. “You should get away from that stuff,” I warned her.

She gave me a lazy smile. “You act like it’s poisonous.”

“Because if baby-making were an alcohol, it would be one hundred proof.” I usually wore strong-enough-for-satyrs condoms, but not every satyr did. We had reputations for a reason. Other satyrs though—not me. And looking down at her I was so glad I hadn’t fucked off or fucked around too much before I found her.

“I need to tell you something, Ace,” she said, finally picking herself up.

Part of me panicked, but it was nothing compared to the much larger part of me that now trusted her. “Yeah?” I asked, beginning to draw a lock of hair behind her ear. It’d gotten some cum on the end though—so I tossed its tip into my mouth to clean it.

“Yeah,” she said with a nod. “My real name is Sarah.”

I beamed up at her—the same way she was beaming down. “Sarah,” I said, trying it out for the first time. “Nice to meet you. Let’s go home.”