Page 14 of Minding the Minotaur (Monsters of the Labyrinth #1)
He gives a low, husky chuckle. “You were watching.”
“It’s my job to watch,” I pant.
“Guess you liked what you saw.” He just stands there, cock in hand, totally unabashed, taunting me. “Guess I like what I see too,” he husks.
The sight of him in all his muscular glory, the scent of him, even from here, sends my libido into complete overdrive, making me forget everything, even my own name.
With a guttural little squeak, I run, and freaking jump, and he catches me, and then my legs are round his hips, locking on, my pussy shoved against the rock-hard length of his cock.
“Kiss me,” I beg.
Another rumbly laugh. “Is that in the job description?”
“Don’t care,” I mumble as his beautiful lips hover over mine.
And then his mouth crashes down and I open wide for his thick tongue, letting it thrust into my mouth, so deep I’m almost coming just with the feel of it filling me up.
The room resonates with his grunts and my sighs and the smack of our lips and somehow, we’ve found our way over to his bed, and with a laugh he’s tipped me back onto it and he’s supporting himself above me now on those tree trunk arms, pecs and biceps bunched, and his eyes alight with desire.
I squirm on the bed, planting my hands wherever they can gain purchase on his huge frame, loving the tautness of his muscles, the softness of the pelt around his neck, his scent, his warm, responsive mouth.
He moves down my body, planting hot kisses as he undoes my blouse a button at a time, and then together, we rip it off.
My bra goes next.
“You’re a goddess,” he breathes, looking down at me. And I feel like a goddess in this moment, with Arlo’s gaze worshiping me.
“Oh, yesssss.” I can’t help crying out as his lips catch one of my nipples, sucking it into his hot mouth, his big palm scooting under both breasts to hold them to his lips as he moves from one to the other, administering pleasure, each lick and suck prompting an answering spasm of delight in my pussy.
“Lower,” I beg. I take his horns and try to push him down my body, and he laughs again, a deep rumbly sound that makes my toes curl. He’s pressing tiny light kisses on my belly and around my hips, but I keep ramming his head toward the apex of my thighs like a woman possessed.
Playfully, he resists, prising my legs apart to plant more kisses on the inside of my quivering thighs. The cold tingle of his nose ring and the warmth of his breath only add to my torture.
I arch my back and stick my hips in the air, whining pitifully. Arlo’s tongue edges closer, lapping at my damp pubes, so damn close to my labia, but not quite zoning into the place where I need him the most.
I lift my hips higher, chasing his tongue.
“Oh fuck, babe, you smell like heaven,” he growls.
“I should have showered,” I gasp.
“No fucking way. I’m going to lick out all your beautiful, sweet juices,” he mutters. I feel his fingers gently parting my labia, pinning me open. He blows gently. My clit nearly explodes.
And then that firm tongue lands on my throbbing flesh and I moan, grinding my ass into the bed cover as he licks up my slit, covering everything—clit, vagina and all. Consuming me .
After a moment, he adds a digit, rimming around my swollen entrance, where all the nerve endings are at fever pitch. He dips it into me as his tongue circles my clit, then adds another. Tongue and fingers join in sweet torment.
I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this in my life. My whole pussy is vibrating, ready to detonate. I feel like my body is going to levitate right off the bed with the build-up inside me.
It’s literally two more strokes of his tongue, two thrusts of his finger, and I’m twisting my hands into his pelt as I scream out my orgasm, my pussy clenching wildly around his fingers.
I’m still riding the waves, jibber jabbering nonsense as he moves up my body and engulfs me in a hug.
Then we’re laughing, nose to nose, his pelt tickling my face, and I scent myself on his mouth.
“I need you inside me,” I beg when I can finally catch my breath.
He chuckles softly and draws back a little. “Not so fast, babe.”
A sliver of rejection takes root. “Don’t you want to?”
The desperate longing in his taut features puts paid to my fears. “I do, babe. More than anything.”
I frown, confused, propping myself up on my elbows. “Then what?”
“I mustn’t come right now.”
“If it’s about protection, I mean…” I stare at him helplessly. Could I even get pregnant to a minotaur? Unlikely.
He gives a sad little shake of his head. “Did Otis tell you about my job?”
“He said you had a clinic appointment once a week, but he didn’t say why. He said I’d find out, but that it was to be kept quiet.”
Suddenly, he won’t meet my gaze. “I sell my sperm, Sammy.”
My eyes and mouth saucer in unison. “Wha— To whom? ”
“A human drug company.”
I snap my mouth shut, swallow, open it again, but no words come.
Arlo winces. “I’ve shocked you.”
“Surprised me, not shocked me.”
He sits up, taking me with him, still limp from my release.
Resting his back against the bedhead, he tucks me under one big arm.
“There’s a drug company that has been conducting experiments on minotaurs for years to work out how we breed so prolifically.
Finally, they’ve identified an enzyme in our sperm that can help with human fertility.
And it seems mine has the highest count of any minotaur. Much higher than most.”
I’m silent for a moment, trying to take this in.
Arlo is connected to the expensive drug most couples need to conceive—and very intimately, it would seem.
“Does that mean there will be lots of your kids running around Sparkle?” I try not to sound judgy, but I really don’t like the idea.
Arlo is mine. If anyone’s going to have his babies, it should be me.
To my surprise, he laughs. “Are you joking? Humans don’t want minotaur babies.” I silently think of one who would, and she’s right here. “No. They just want to harvest the super enzyme from my cum. Seems if I abstain for a few days, the amount increases, and I get paid a hell of a lot more.”
“Oh—oh.”
His arm around me tightens. “That’s how I make coin, pet. It’s just a job, and honestly, I would stop tomorrow if it wasn’t for the fact that I pay for my nieces’ and nephews’ education.” He huffs a big sigh. “Do you think less of me?”
“Of course not!” I kneel on my haunches to face him, my pussy obligingly making a squelch as I do so.
Clearly, I’m a squirter and have never been aroused enough before to know it.
That, combined with Arlo’s saliva—I must be marking his bed cover.
“I just wish you didn’t have to abstain on account of your work. ”
“Gods, I don’t want to, Sammy. I want you so badly, believe me, I can barely walk without crippling myself. But even if we could right now—go all the way, I mean—I’m a big guy. We’ll have to take it real slow, warm you up to taking my cock.”
“I’m more than up for that.” I place my hand on his cheek, and we gaze into each other’s eyes. And then we kiss, long and slow and deep and tender.
Finally, Arlo groans and pulls away. “Gods, this is torture.”
I mewl out in frustration. And then I have a sudden brainwave. “When’s your next clinic appointment?”
“Tomorrow at 11.”
“I have to accompany you.” I smirk. “Boss’s orders—I go everywhere with you.”
Arlo’s face breaks into a shit-eating grin. “Of course you do.”
“And I will be obliged to undertake certain duties while there.”
“Goes without saying.” His cock jerks its approval, and another little stream of pre-cum oozes out of it. I reach out to touch it, but Arlo gently catches my fingers, bringing them to his lips and kissing them in turn. “Tomorrow, you can milk me dry, pet.”
I pout, and with a laugh, he jumps off the bed, lifts me up and puts me on my feet like I weigh no more than a feather, and hands me my crumpled shirt, which I put on reluctantly.
Then he swoops down and picks up my panties, and crumples them in his fist. “Keeping these,” he mutters thickly as he presses them to his snout. “To pretend you’re right here with me.”
We kiss at the door again, tongues softly tangling, but Arlo releases me on a pained grunt, even as I feel his cock hard against my belly. “Until tomorrow, Princess.”
“Until tomorrow,” I answer.
As I turn to leave, he chuckles and gives my butt a slap with his tail.
It makes me wonder what else that tail could get up to.
And then I take my leave, tottering out on orgasm-drunk legs that feel like half-set Jello.
I’m not sure if that qualified as keeping Arlo out of mischief.
But I’m sure going to sleep well tonight.