Page 9 of Moist!

chapter nine

HAYDEN

Lachlan makes every sense I possess short-circuit.

The concept of a single sensation is beyond me. It’s all just too good. His hands all over my body, leaving a searing awareness in their wake, his tongue against mine, the sandalwood smell of him, the affirming sounds he makes humming in his chest.

I’ve never been more turned on in my life.

He kisses me with an intensity that steals the very air from my lungs as we stumble toward the throne, grinding and rubbing against one another until the pulse between my legs matches his frantic heartbeat. I can’t help but gasp as he gives me a sharp, claiming bite on my lower lip.

He growls low in his throat in response. We don’t even make it halfway to our presumed destination.

The gorgeous man entangled in me doesn’t want to wait another second.

The feeling is mutual.

Lachlan presses me flush against one of the pillars, using the length of his body to pin me in place, his breath coming in sharp, hot pants against my neck.

“I promise to wring orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body with my tongue later, but I need to be inside of you first or I might go mad.”

His voice is strained, and my knees nearly buckle from the searing heat in his eyes.

I can’t find the words to respond to him. I want the same.

Almost.

The best way for me to convey it is to reach between us, fumbling with the button on his jeans.

The thing is, I think I’d like to see him mad for me.

He steps back enough to let me work, unzipping his jumper as he does, and it’s all the space I need to sink to my knees in front of him.

“Hayden.”

The warning in his tone is dizzying.

“Lachlan.”

I smile up at him, pulling his jeans down until they pool around his ankles. His tight boxer briefs the only thing keeping his cock contained, and doing a poor job of it at that. I don’t wait for him to say another word as I pull the band down, letting his length spring free.

He’s gorgeous.

Long and thick, enough so that the walls of my pussy flutter in anticipation. It’s going to be a delicious effort to take him all. I’m sure I’ll love every second of it.

Then another fact catches my eye. The tattoo on his flank. The same as the stone sphinx. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

“Going to do something with that cock, goddess?”

I have been staring at him a bit longer than I intended.

“I’m admiring. Don’t rush me.”

He laughs at that, but makes no move to challenge me.

He is worth admiring, especially when I drag my nails up his legs, making his length bob as a shiver runs through him.

This will be fun.

I don’t get anywhere near touching him properly for a good five minutes. I drag my nails everywhere else, up his thighs, across his hip bones, over his stomach. Changing direction every time I get close to touching him where I really want to.

I just need him to break before I do.

He doesn’t last another thirty seconds.

“Fuck, Hayden, please baby. I can’t take it.”

I believe it. His entire body is rigid, the head of his cock dripping with precum. He’s been shaking for at least a minute.

“Please, what?” I turn my gaze to look up at him, my tongue out. An inch away.

“Touch. Me.”

I feel like I might be able to come on the spot from the way he sounds right now. Pure animalistic need has filled his voice, making that Scottish drawl rough, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard. I want more.

“If you’re sure.”

So far, my instincts haven’t been wrong where Lachlan is concerned. I raise my palm and give his cock head a soft smack, desperately hoping it’s a gamble that pays off.

As I’d hoped, his guttural groan is all positive.

“Again.” His voice breaks on the word, and my core tightens.

I comply.

When his hips start moving, rolling toward me all but begging for more, I give him what I know he wants again. Harder this time than either of the previous slaps.

I interrupt his yelp by wrapping my lips around his swollen cock head, swirling my tongue in time to the chorus of breathy curses.

I don’t stop until his voice breaks again.

“I’m so close, baby. Do you want me to spill down your pretty throat?”

I hum as I consider the question, or make it seem like I’m considering the question. Making a point to take him to the back of my throat, ripping another tortured sound from his chest before I pause, popping him out of my mouth for a second.

“I don’t think I want you to come for me yet.” I lock eyes with him as I wrap my lips around his length again, understanding passing between us as he tips his head back to the heavens.

“Holy shit. Okay goddess. You tell me when to come.”

I will, but we’re not even close. We won’t be until he’s begging.

It doesn’t take long.

“Please let me come, Hayden.”

I don’t stop idly bobbing on his length, flicking my eyes back up to his, or I would if they weren’t rolled back in his head.

“I’m right on the edge.” He sounds so perfect.

It’s intoxicating.

“Not yet.” I pause my work to respond and press a soft kiss to his shaft as I lean back on my heels.

“Would you still like to be inside of me?”

“More than I want to draw my next breath.”

He holds out a hand to pull me upright, a concerned look flashing across his pretty features.

“What’s wrong?”

He breathes deeply, giving me a look before he answers.

“I think you’ve gotten me too worked up. I’m afraid of losing control if I’m inside of you.”

The admission does wonders for the needy thrum between my thighs.

“Good. Lose control.”

He shakes his head slowly.

“Not carnally. Though I’m at risk of that too. I mean me. It takes a certain amount of focus to stay in my human form-”

“I don’t care what form you’re in.”

It’s the truth. I’m a little surprised he was even in his human form when I got back, seeing as the museum is closed and the area seems deserted.

“Oh. That’s not a good idea.”

I sigh, smoothing my hands down the creamy fabric of my yoga pants. It’s not as if I haven’t already seen it.

“Try me. ”

He gives the same shrug he did when we first had this conversation.

The shift is much the same as before; this time, however, he’s not sporting a thin cloth wrapped around his hips. He’s without clothes and fully erect. With two very intimidating looking cocks, the bottom one sporting an interesting texture like one you’d see on a toy made for her pleasure.

“Oh-”

I’ll admit I’m surprised.

“I can shift back.”

“Absolutely not.”

And intrigued.

I’m pulling my sweatshirt over my head before he can say another word. The desperate need to have him inside of me has only been building since the moment I saw him.

That same need is feral now, sitting insistent and hot in my lower belly like an explosive primed to go off.

His hands are on me again, cupping my exposed breasts. His claws manage to stay clear of my skin, a level of care I appreciate.

As if sensing my concern, he holds his hand up, the claws retracting with a neat little snick.

“So, can I have both of your pretty little holes then?”

I feel the blood drain from my face with that question. I find the idea extremely arousing, but I’m a little less sure of the execution.

“I’ll get you nice and ready. I promise. I never want to hurt you, by accident anyway.”

The blood rushes back to my cheeks at that statement. I don’t know exactly what he means, but I certainly intend to find out.

“Yes. You can take me however you’d like.”

He draws in a deep breath.

“Good girl.”

The way power seems to effortlessly flow back and forth between us has me too wound up to do anything but whimper.

Between one breath and the next he spins me to face the pillar, yanking my tights and panties down over my ass but not all the way off.

The fabric still clinging to me acts like a type of binding, keeping my legs pressed together.

Then he wraps an arm around me, cradling my throat while his other palm presses firmly on my back to bend me forward.

“I can’t wait to see how obscenely these perfect holes of yours stretch around my cocks.”

I shudder from his filthy words like his tongue is writing them onto my clit. I need it. Instinctively, I go to balance on the balls of my feet, hoping to help the height disparity between us.

I earn a sharp crack on my ass cheek for the trouble, yelping both from the surprise and the sweet sting of pain. Not just pain, possession.

“When I fuck you,”

He evens things out, his palm making a sharp crack on the other side of my ass.

“I. Fuck. You. You just enjoy it. Don’t worry, though. I’ll still be your good boy. You tell me when I can come.”

“Fuck.” my voice doesn’t even sound like my own.

“That’s the plan.”