Page 17 of The Totally Typical Tale of Mappy McMapface (Ghostlight Falls #1)
Chapter sixteen
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Miguel
W e drop off the mouse at the lab. He rubs his paws together at the sight of all the notebooks. Little guy is going to be mighty busy.
Shutting the bookcase between houses, I approach Mappy on the couch.
What am I doing? His other half has tried to kill me twice.
If it weren’t for the weird dolphin DNA, there’s no way I would’ve survived the drowning.
I’ve never tried to sleep in water, for obvious reasons, but I guess now we know I can .
Mappy is sitting with his elbows on his knees, head in his hands, looking utterly defeated. I sit down next to him, and he flinches.
“I almost killed you. Again. How can you even stand to look at me?”
“You didn’t do anything. That was all Carter. You’d never do that.”
“But you’re not safe with me. Not unless Encephalon can fix me.”
“Mappy, you’re not broken. You don’t need to be fixed.” I try to place my hand on his leg, but he pulls away.
“I almost killed you. Twice. I’m a fucking monster. You tried to warn me, but I didn’t listen. I’m selfish and awful, and if there was any good in me at all, I’d make you leave.”
Hooking my finger under his chin, I turn his head to look at me.
He keeps his eyes anywhere but on my face, but it’s a start.
“You are not a monster, Mappy. Carter is. I read one of his journals. He’s been fucking with you for months, if not years.
” His eyes turn to mine when I mention that.
“He’s obsessed with you because you’re everything he’s not.
You’re kind and sweet and so fucking hot it’s distracting.
You are constantly helping everyone in town with a smile, no matter how obnoxious they are.
And if I can see that after only a few days, I’m sure Carter knows it, too.
” I lean in to give him a kiss. It’s quick, but I can’t stand not kissing him any longer.
“I am scared as fuck that Carter is going to come back and finish the job before that little mouse can do whatever it is that needs to be done, but I also know that you’ll do everything you can to fight for me. ”
“What if it’s not enough?” A tear falls down his cheek, and I wipe it away with my thumb.
“You’re always enough, Mappy.” I kiss him again, but this time we don’t pull away. It starts out slow, but builds. I reach over and yank him onto my lap, needing him to be closer to me. Always. My cock aches to be free, pressing against the tight fabric of Mappy’s pants.
“I need you, Miguel,” Mappy says.
“I know, baby. Lube?” He nods, pointing to a bag under the end table I hadn’t noticed before. Leaning over, I grab the brand-new bottle. There’s nothing else in the bag. “Condom?” He shakes his head. “I’ve been tested recently, you?”
“Um, I’ve never…” He blushes. “There’s never been a reason to be tested.”
“You’re sure about this?” He nods, biting his lip. He rises to his knees, tugging his ridiculously short shorts down, showing off his beautiful cock. We awkwardly move to help him get them all the way off and tug the way-too-tight pants down my legs until there’s nothing between us.
Squeezing a glob of lube onto my fingers, I slowly massage his tight hole. I slide one finger in, then two. He doesn’t seem fazed at all, just continues kissing me and making the noises I’ve decided I can’t live without. When I add the third finger, he makes a guttural moan.
“Miguel, I need your cock, please,” he whines. “I need you to fuck me. ”
“I want to make sure you’re ready, baby.”
He looks me straight in the eyes. “I promise I can take it. I’ll tell you if I need you to stop, but I want it. I want you to use me. Mark me. Make me yours.” There is no way I looked half as hot saying that to him yesterday.
I spread some lube on my cock and line it up with his ass. With locked eyes, my cock slides in and out of Mappy, pushing in further each time. When I’m finally all the way in, I pull him into a kiss.
“Fuck, baby, you were right. You take my dick so well.” Wrapping one arm around his waist, I hold him so that I can leverage myself to thrust up into him.
After a couple of slow pumps, I pick up the pace.
Using my other hand, I grab his cock, stroking it as I continue fucking him.
I am going to be feeling this tomorrow, but the look of absolute bliss on his face makes it worth it. “You going to come for me, Mappy?”
“Yeah,” he breathes, head falling back.
I kiss along his neck, running my teeth along the spot where it meets his shoulder.
Mating bites aren’t a dolphin thing, or at least they weren’t in my family, but the thought of Mappy displaying my mark when he struts around town shirtless makes me dig my teeth in a little.
Not enough to actually break the skin, but Mappy feels it.
“Fuck, Miguel,” he cries out, cum covering my hand and stomach as I continue to pump him. He drops his forehead against mine as I keep fucking him. “Make me yours,” he whispers so quietly, I’m not sure I heard him right.
I want that. Probably more than he realizes. My little map-bat-man. Because despite knowing the risks, I’m already his. With a couple more thrusts, I come hard, filling him up, cum dribbling down my thighs.
As much as I know we should clean up, no part of me wants to disconnect from him. We can’t stay like this forever, but surely we can stay like this for a little longer.