Berries and Greed

“Yes,” I rasped, still grinding against him even though it wasn’t feeling quite as good as it had before now that I was so sensitive. “I want you to come.”

As if he’d just been waiting for my permission—the thought of which was almost enough to make me come again—Greid bit his lip to muffle his desperate groans, eyes scrunching shut and head tipping back. He shuddered, gasping as his hips jerked beneath me. I could feel the base of his cock flexing against my tingling pussy. I could see the enormous outline of it, under the layers of fabric covering him, as it kicked up with each spurt of cum, stretching ridiculously far over his belly.

I moaned at the sight of him coming. Holy shit, I was watching Greid have an orgasm. Greid. Have an orgasm. I was seeing him at his most vulnerable, his features drawn tight with pleasure, his sharp teeth flashing and his throat bobbing with his hoarse moans.

He finally sagged beneath me, throat clicking as he swallowed around panting breaths. Dazed, bleary eyes blinked once before slowly lifting to meet mine. I heard his breath catch, and my insides cramped up when a hint of fear crept into his gaze.

“Are you okay?” I asked, worry flooding me. He nodded quickly.

“Yeah, I’m—” He swallowed again, brows pinching when I sat back and moved off him. Sitting up hurriedly, he reached for me but let his hand drop as he said, “Sorry, I—Was I supposed to…”

I frowned, thoroughly confused. “Supposed to what?”

His ears fluttered wildly as he scrubbed his face. “Was I too… Should I have…”

When he trailed off again, I gripped his knee and asked, “Should you have what, Greid? Stopped?” I guessed. “No. I didn’t want you to stop. I would have told you if I wanted you to stop. Did you want to stop?”

Dread flooded my belly like acid at the thought, but he quickly shook his head.

“No. Definitely not. I didn’t want to stop.”

“Okay, so…” I sat back and fiddled with the blankets, feeling strangely self-conscious. “What did you mean? Should you have what?”

He groaned and covered his face with his hands. “I don’t know. I just… Agma hated it when I was… like that.”

I flinched at the sound of his ex’s name mere moments after what we’d just done, but I still didn’t understand what he meant.

“No, I’m sorry,” Greid blurted out, shifting to face me and touching my arm. “I wasn’t thinking about her, Beryl. Not while we were—I just meant… she—she hated it if I was… You know.” His throat bobbed, and he whispered, “Submissive.”

I stared at him in shock. What? She’d hated it when he went all pliant and eager and desperate? How the fuck could anyone hate that?

Was that what he’d meant, when he said they wanted different things? And had she made him feel ashamed for it? He was acting like he thought he’d done something wrong. Fury boiled up, making my hands clench into fists.

“There is absolutely nothing wrong with you being submissive, Greid.” My voice trembled with emotion. “I liked it. I loved it. What we just did… You were amazing.”

He still looked so uncertain, hunched over and staring down at his hands. Not letting myself think too hard about it, I knee-walked closer and wrapped my arms around his head, pulling him into my chest.

He sagged against me, wrapping his long arms around my middle and clutching me tight. “Really?” he asked in a tiny voice.

My throat closed up. I pressed my lips to his hair and murmured, “Yes. It was perfect. You were so good, Greid.”

He shuddered, fingers clinging to the fabric of my onesie. Leaning back a little, I cupped his face and tilted his chin up so I could look at him.

“I told you I like being in control,” I said with a little smile, though it stretched into a grin when his eyes flared with renewed heat.

He licked his lips. “Y-Yeah. I remember.”

Stroking my thumb over his sharp cheekbone, I let my gaze drift down to his mouth. “Can I kiss you again, Greid?”

“Yes,” he said immediately, eyes turning pleading. “Please.”

His mouth was so wonderfully eager as I pressed mine to it, his long fingers clutching me tighter and a shudder wracking his frame when our tongues glided together. I gently urged him to lie back down, and he went willingly, shivering with pleasure as I lay down on top of him. For the first time since getting it, I wished I wasn’t wearing this giant hoodie. I wanted to feel his hands on me. Maybe if I hitched it up enough, he could get his hands under my pyjama top—

“B-Beryl.” He tore his mouth from mine, breathing hard and staring up at me with wide eyes. “I don’t—I don’t want you to think that I… planned for this or anything, when I went to the compound and asked you… I really didn’t. I promise. I didn’t ever expect to… I like you so much, but I didn’t want you to feel uncomfortable or like I’d go back on anything if you didn’t want the same thing.”

I softened, cupping his cheek. “I know, Greid. And I know you wouldn’t do that.” Kissing him again, I murmured against his mouth, “I really like you too. I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”