Fifteen

Khush

"It's okay. Just say stop if you think it's too much," Dustin said, then leaned forward to press his lips to mine while his hand continued caressing my side.

His tongue traced my lips, and I opened my mouth for him with a soft moan. Our tongues tangled together, and I wrapped an arm around his waist, pulling him close. He felt warm, and soft, and right against me, and I never wanted to let go.

Dustin groaned, and the sound vibrated through me, sending shivers through me. My senses were heightened, and I felt like I could hear each of Dustin's heartbeats, each gasp of air he sucked in so he wouldn't have to stop kissing me.

I tangled the fingers of my other hand in his hair, cradling his head as I pulled him closer still, and he moaned into the kiss, shifting around on the couch until he was sitting astride me.

I made a surprised sound, and he hushed me softly, pulling away from my lips and kissing my neck instead while he caught his breath. I watched the top of his head as his lips pressed against my neck, moaning when he started sucking on my skin. His teeth teased me with a bite without digging in hard, and heat washed through me as I slid my hand from Dustin's waist to his ass, pulling him close.

Feeling myself getting turned on, I pulled his head back up, claiming his lips in a searing kiss. He rocked against me as he kissed me back, rubbing himself onto me. I felt my cocks sliding out, and I could tell the moment Dustin felt them against him, because he paused, swore against my lips, and then started kissing me again with an almost animalistic fervor.

I'd never been kissed before the way he was kissing me, and I felt completely out of control as he took the lead, making my tongue dance the way he wanted to.

A groan slid past my lips when I felt his hand against my dicks, and my eyes fluttered shut when he wrapped his palm around them. My dicks were slimmer than an average human's, but just as long—yes, I'd checked via a Google search—and Dustin's palm barely circled around them both.

"Fuck, Khush. So sexy," Dustin murmured against my lips, then let go of my dicks. I started to protest but then realized he was pushing his pants down, and instead helped him do it.

Dustin settled back on top of me, but this time his hole directly pressed against my dicks. "Is it okay if we do it like this?" he asked, and I nodded quickly. I didn't think I could make my voice work right now, or find any words to say.

He smiled, a hungry, hooded-eyed smile that made me want to kiss him again. So that was what I did, and Dustin chuckled softly as he kissed me back and slowly started moving.

He rubbed himself against me, his knees gripping my hips tightly, as if making sure I didn't go anywhere. There was nowhere else I'd rather be, so he didn't need to worry about that. I tried to show that to him by pulling him close and wrapping my arms around him.

Giving him a moment to catch his breath, I moved him back, reaching for the hem of his hoodie. "May I?"

Dustin's eyes met mine, the heat simmering down a little as he looked at me. I opened myself to him, hoping he'd find whatever he was searching for.

After a moment, he nodded, and I slowly pulled the hoodie off of him, throwing it somewhere behind the couch.

Kissing his neck now that I could access all of it, I let my hand trail down his front, teasing each of his nipples with my thumb until they hardened. I loved the way it made him moan, so I played with them some more, pinching them lightly and tugging at them until they turned bright pink.

Dustin dragged me into another kiss, his hips still moving steadily as he rocked over me. Kissing him back, I ran my palms up and down his back, memorizing each and every dip and curve of it. His skin was silky smooth, and I wanted to lick and kiss every inch.

Pulling away with a gasp, Dustin rested his forehead against mine as he increased his pace, pressing harder and harder against my dicks.

"Are you close?" I murmured, finally finding my voice, and he nodded wordlessly, letting out a soft whimper.

I sank my fingers into his hair, trailing my other hand up and down his side.

"Shit," I growled as I felt myself drawing close too, and Dustin moaned loudly, clutching onto my shoulders hard as he rocked over me a few more times before letting out a broken gasp.

He shuddered, and I wrapped my arm around him as his climax rocked through him, pushing against him a few times before reaching my own orgasm.

I held onto him as I came, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I groaned softly. His hand pressed against my back, and we held each other through the aftershocks.

"Fuck," Dustin muttered against the top of my head, and I chuckled roughly.

"Yeah."

"That was…that was unreal. I don't even want to think about what having you inside me would feel like."

I groaned, banishing the image from my mind before it could fully form. "Don't. Don't say shit like that right now."

Dustin chuckled, sounding like he was ready to fall asleep.

"How about a nap, huh? We can get lunch later."

"Jacinta will kill you," he reminded me, and I shrugged.

"Eh, I can take them."

Dustin snorted, but didn't protest when I picked him up and carried him upstairs, though he did ask me to grab his hoodie.

Upstairs, Dustin crawled under the covers as soon as I placed him on the bed, and I joined him after removing my tank top and wiping myself down with it.

The trees around my cabin thankfully kept the sunlight from falling into the room directly, so it wasn't too bright to sleep in.

As soon as I slid under the covers, Dustin wrapped himself around me and let out a contented sigh.

Smiling, I threw my arm over his waist and wrapped my tail around his legs, holding him to me.

"Perfect," he mumbled, then fell asleep almost instantly. I spent a few moments just gazing at him, before closing my eyes and allowing myself to drift off.

Dustin

Three days ago, I'd thought it would take me weeks before I felt comfortable being physical with Khush.

Well, I proved myself wrong there, didn't I?

Usually, when I slept with someone, I was always a little anxious. I'd be wondering what they thought about my body or if they were thinking of me as a woman in their mind. I'd judge each of their actions while trying to figure that out, and basically get too in my head to actually enjoy what we were doing. I'd faked a few climaxes to get out of hookups that had suddenly started making me uncomfortable, and there was one memorable time where a man actually said mid-fuck that he was going to 'remind' me what I was. Thank fuck my bag—and my trusty can of pepper spray—was close by, because that asshole did not stop when I asked him to.

All that was to say that no matter how attractive I found someone, I always had mixed feelings when it came to sex. But Khush had somehow managed to avoid every single one of my triggers, and it'd resulted in the best orgasm of my fucking life .

He was still asleep under me, and I was enjoying the quiet moment to reflect. I felt like everything had been go-go-go since the day I met Khush, and I'd very much needed a moment to breathe.

Gazing up into the trees, I watched the branches sway, the leaves flutter, and I realized that it wouldn't take me very long to get used to this new life of mine.

I'd learned a long time ago to be responsible for my own contentment, to not depend on someone else for it, and it'd served me well for all the years I'd spent alone. But I thought it was time I stopped being so self-reliant, and allowed someone else to make me happy, allowed Khush to make me happy.

Because he did. Khush made me so very happy with every little thing he did, whether that was painting my nails, or feeding me snacks, or carrying me around just because I asked, or any of the million little things he did for me without asking.

Khush stirred under me, and I leaned up on my elbows to watch as his eyelids fluttered. He squinted up at me, and I grinned as I tapped his nose.

"Hey, there, sleepyhead," I said, and he yawned as he blinked his eyes open.

"Shit, how long was I out?"

"I have absolutely no idea. I woke up a few minutes ago, but we left our phones downstairs, so." I shrugged, and he hummed, wrapping his arms around me.

I shrieked in surprise when he suddenly twisted us around so I was on my back with him hovering over me, his elbows braced on either side of me. He'd removed his shirt before the nap, and I reached up to press my palm against the smooth skin of his chest, tracing the faintly iridescent impression of scales that covered it. It was all over his skin, but so faint that it was invisible unless you looked at him in a brightly lit room—or under a bright sky.

"You're so mesmerizing," I murmured, glancing from his chest to his luminous eyes, and he lowered his head to rest his forehead against mine.

"Right back at you, handsome," he murmured, his nose brushing mine, our lips inches apart.

"Such a sweet talker, aren't you?" I teased, and he huffed out a laugh, then smacked a kiss against my lips before moving upright.

"Come on. We have to beg Jacinta to let us have some of the lunch leftovers, or we'll be starving until dinner."

"Will they really make us beg?" I sat up too, holding the sheets up to my shoulders as I searched for my hoodie. I was sure I'd asked Khush to grab it…

"Here." Khush held out my hoodie, and I took it from him, quickly pulling it on as he picked up his tank top and then wrinkled his nose at it, making me chuckle. "And yes, they really will. Jacinta takes pride in their cooking, and they hate it when anyone disrespects it. Not showing up on time, in their eyes, counts as disrespect."

"I guess I can understand that," I said as I got to my feet. The hoodie was oversized enough that it covered my ass, but it still felt weird to be naked underneath. It was way too breezy for my tastes.

Khush led the way downstairs, and we both washed up—separately—before sliding into fresh clothes.

Scrappy was happily dozing in the sunlight in front of the window on her cat tree, so I gave her a few pets while rushing about.

I brushed my hair while Khush simply ran his fingers through his, and then we grabbed our phones and left the cabin, hurrying across the grounds to the door.

"Okay, so we're about two hours late. Maybe they haven't gone nuclear yet," Khush said in a voice that implied it wasn't very likely.

"If they have, I'm sure you'll take the fall to save me," I said with my sweetest smile, and Khush rolled his eyes at me, then sighed.

"I probably will."

Was it wrong that him saying that made me unbelievably happy? It was a dumb thing to get all excited over, but I didn't care. Stupid shit like this was worth way more than grand romantic gestures in my book.

When we reached the dining room, Jacinta wasn't there. What was there was a pile of dishes in the sink, and a note beside it.

Latecomers! Want food? Do the dishes first. And remember to show up on time next time, or you won't even get the leftovers. - The person who spends hours every day cooking for ungrateful jerks like you.

Well, I couldn't say we hadn't earned that. So we washed the dishes and earned our meal, then ate together in the empty dining room, chatting and laughing the whole time.