Page 15 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface (Ghostlight Falls #1)
Chapter fourteen
Red Eye Pies
Miguel
M appy’s face lights up and, unlike with previous partners, I don’t get the feeling he’s excited because he can cross some weird peen off a checklist. He reaches out to stroke me, and I curl my penis around his wrist. I figure I might as well get that out of the way.
Because the shifter DNA is so far back in my family tree, no one in my family can fully shift into a dolphin. We all have varying abilities and traits. I ended up with a large, prehensile penis, and some high school swim team records .
Mappy pulls me back in and kisses me hard. My dick wraps around his like I’ve been wanting to since being on the couch.
“Fuck, Miguel. We’re never going to get in the shower, are we?” Mappy doesn’t stop kissing me.
I grab one of his thighs, wrapping it around my waist, and he jumps up, crossing his ankles behind my back. He pulls a hair tie from his wrist, quickly pulling his hair up and out of the way. With that done, he grabs my neck tightly, clinging onto me as he kisses me like his life depends on it.
My dick keeps rubbing against his as I open the shower door and carry him inside.
Once I’ve shut the door behind us, I slam him against the wall.
He shudders against the cold tile, but doesn’t break the kiss.
I slide my dick against his, picking up the pace.
It’s not enough to get me there, but it feels so fucking good.
“Miguel,” Mappy whines, his dick hardening as mine continues to move, the water from the shower making everything slick. He reaches between us, grabbing my cock. His hand moves quickly as he frantically kisses me, making the cutest little noises.
“Do you want me to come, Mappy?”
“Mhmm, so bad.” He squeezes me with his legs, trying to get us closer.
“You want me to make a mess of you? Cover you with my cum?”
“Yes, please, Miguel.”
“Maybe I want to hear you beg a little more.” I nip at his earlobe.
“Fuck, Miguel. Please,” he whines, shuttling his hand up and down my length. It’s taking everything I have not to spill all over him now. “I need your cum. I want you to paint me with it. I want to taste it. I want you to fuck it so deep in me. Give it to me, Miguel. Please.”
I explode in his hand. Painting his stomach with cum, just as he asked.
As I set him down on his feet, I spread my cum over his body.
Even though we’ll be washing it off in a moment, I like this feeling of marking him as mine, no matter how temporary.
He kisses me, pulling us close together, the cum smearing between both of us.
We take turns washing each other off, and I smile, knowing that I will be smelling like him after this. After toweling off, we throw our clothes in the wash and curl up in his large bed together, him lying on my chest, one leg thrown over me, my dick wrapped around his.
“Are you seriously ready to go again?” he asks, nuzzling in closer.
“I think I’ll always be ready with you.” I kiss the top of his head. Truth is, I’m always hard. Dolphin thing. But it’s not a lie that there’s something about him that’s special.
It's not long until we’re both asleep.
The first thing I realize when I wake up is Mappy is gone. Jumping to the worst possible conclusions, I start to panic, throwing the blanket off me and looking for clothes. They’re still in the washer.
“Mappy?” I yell. No response. I can’t imagine he’d get up and leave.
Unless he was trying to do something sweet like grab food?
There was a pie place not too far away, I think.
That seems like a Mappy thing to do. I look through his drawers and find some sweatpants I can get on, even if they are a bit snug and hide absolutely nothing.
Walking out to the living room, I try again. “Mappy?”
“Mappy’s not here right now.” Fuck. That voice. I don’t have time to turn around before things go black.