Berries and Greed

He let out a shuddering breath. “Me too.”

“Shall we just see what happens?” I smiled down at him. “I think it could… I think we could be really good. Together, I mean.”

His eyes filled with fragile hope. “Me too,” he said again, then exhaled softly as his body went lax beneath me. “Beryl.”

I kissed him again. Now that I’d done it, I didn’t think I’d ever be able to stop. The TV droned quietly on the other side of the room, forgotten as our tongues glided together. Greid’s was longer than a human’s. It had soft ridges down each side and felt almost rippled along the centre. I shuddered, imagining what that would feel like on other parts of me. Every other part of me.

I finally lifted my head when he squirmed and made a muffled sound against my mouth long minutes later.

“Shit.” He winced, lifting the neck of his hoodie and peering into its depths. “There’s, um, there’s jizz everywhere in there.”

I snorted with laughter and sat back on my heels so he could shift upright. “Are you not wearing a shirt underneath?”

“No, which was a mistake.” He ducked his head, ears fluttering. “Not that I knew we were gonna… That I was going to be… You know. Coming.”

My mouth stretched into a wide, slightly filthy grin that made his face spikes twitch as he glanced over at me sheepishly. “Well, good job you have more than one, huh?”

He had two giant onesies that he wore in rotation, so he wouldn’t have to go without while one was in the wash.

“Yeah.” He climbed off the couch. “I better—I’ll just go take a quick shower and put this in the laundry.”

“Are you coming back?”

“Yeah, of course,” he said hoarsely.

I grinned at him. “I’ll rewind the show back to where we, uh, stopped paying attention.”

Which reminded me—where was that piece of lettuce? I looked around in the blankets, glancing up just in time to see it stuck to the back of Greid’s onesie as he left the living room. I bit my lip around a smile. He’d see it when he took it off. Maybe. Or it might end up disintegrating in the washing machine.

My thighs still felt a little trembly from my orgasm as I rearranged our blankets and leaned forward to grab my water, gulping it down. The cramps had faded for the time being, so I was able to get comfy under the blankets as I rewound Gloom Falls and waited for Greid to come back.

I couldn’t stop the huge smile spreading over my face when he shuffled back into the living room a while later in his other onesie. He gave me a shy smile back, ears fluttering as he made his way over and went to sit down.

I grabbed his arm before he could. “Do you want to… Um, shall we lie down?”

Greid gulped but nodded. He awkwardly lay down along the couch, breath catching in his throat when I snuggled into his side, draping an arm and a leg over him and resting my head on his chest.

“Is this okay?” I asked. God, he smelled so good, and he was so warm, the faint scent of whatever body wash he used rising from his skin.

“Yes,” he said immediately. “Yeah, this is…”

Letting out a shaky breath, he dragged the blankets over us and wrapped his arms around me. When I felt him press a tentative kiss to my hair, I grinned so wide my cheeks hurt, squeezing my eyes shut to savour it.

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Chapter Twenty-Seven

Greid

Sleeping curled up with Beryl was way better than passing out stoned. Way, way better.

When I blinked my eyes open the next morning, the TV was still on, showing a rerun of some house-hunting show from about ten years ago. We’d ended up watching late-night infomercials for a while, with Beryl teasingly asking if I’d bought each product that came on and me gruffly admitting that I had.

She was curled up behind me on the couch, a knee tucked between my thighs and her arm wound around my waist under the blankets. I could feel her face buried in the back of my onesie’s hood and her steady breaths told me she was still asleep.

My chest went all hot and tight, and as I remembered what had happened, my morning wood grew about fifty times harder. Thank fuck she was spooning me and not the other way around.

I let out a quiet, shaky breath as I replayed what had happened, which didn’t help the boner situation. When she’d pinned my wrists down, I’d just… That had been it. Heat had rushed through every inch of me, my prick immediately waking up and nudging its way out of my sweats. I would have done literally anything she told me to in that moment.

I still hadn’t really been able to feel her. Just her soft mouth and warm tongue and the heat between her legs as she rubbed against me. My cock pulsed in my sweats, once again trapped beneath layers of fabric. Although, that had probably been a good thing at the time. If she’d slid any higher…

Worry replaced all the pleasurable feelings and memories in an instant. If we were going to… How was that going to work? As my mother had so embarrassingly put it, I was a “fully formed” biological demiurgus male. My dick could not go anywhere near Beryl’s bare skin. Or… any deeper.