A long, body jarring purr left him as I grumbled at him but sat up and took my shirt off, shoving it over his face in annoyance, and flopped back down. Huffy puffy on the outside, I was practically trembling in anticipation on the inside.
Tossing my shirt to the floor, he resettled.
“Happy now?” I bitched, even as my skin prickled as he purred, pressing himself up to my back immediately, to brush the underside of my breast with the back of his palm as his arm curled around me once more.
Nuzzling my bare shoulder, he purred, “Rek cold. Jojomine warm.”
“I’m not yours,” I muttered, squirming in his arms.
“Mmm… Mine.” He hummed softly to himself, absently nibbling his way up and down my shoulder, as if he meant to kiss every single goose bump that cropped up along the spot. Good luck with that. Every little teasing kiss he placed left a trail of heat and those body wracking shivers in its wake.
“I’m not… I’m.” I forgot how to breathe for a minute as his fingers grew searching, one boldly cupping my breast for his thumb to start playing with my nipple, his other hand teasing the waistband of my pajama pants before dipping inside and slipping lower. “I’m not giving in- Ah…” My hips jerked as he brushed the sensitive nub his questing fingers found and he thought to tease to death. “This isn’t surrender,” I blurted.
“No,” Rek purred. “My Jojomine too stubborn. Head hard. No listen her Rek.”
I wanted to brain him as much as the urge to snarl at him that if he even thought of stopping I’d murder him.
As if he knew he was getting me good and riled and enjoyed me all cranky and spicy, his purr cranked up a notch.
“Freak,” I muttered, assisting him in wiggling my pj pants down my hips.
Something thick and long pressed into one of the cheeks of my ass.
“Jojomine’s freak.” His mouth closed over a spot on my shoulder and he teasingly bit down. Lifting one of my legs, he slid down more and hooked it over his, forcing my legs open for him.
His cock slid up under me, his shaft smacking against me hotly as his not so little friend jerked, ready to play.
A sharp gasp left me, my channel clenching, aching and empty. I knew I was done for the second his nostrils flared and he inhaled deeply.
Without preamble, he lined us up and slid deep.
His deep, guttural groan joined the moan I couldn’t hide.
“Oh… my Jojo,” he mumbled against my skin, his grip on me tightening as his hips slapped harder, faster. I worked to match his pace, sending us flying over the edge in no time.
His teeth sank deep then, remarking the spot he’d left permanent teeth marks on my shoulder previously.
Pleasure and pain mixed, dragging it all out.
Still hot and hard as a rock, Rek kept going, fucking me from one orgasm and right into another.
By the time he’d exhausted himself, I was too tired myself to give him the ol’ heave ho.
“You can stay, I guess,” I muttered, “but this in no way is my acquiescence.” Reaching back behind me as he snuggled down, I pinched his hip. “I’m back on no baby tea. No funny business.”
His purr was crazy loud, undeniable. It had a goofy smile twitching the corners of my mouth.
“Rek be good. Rek Jojoknee best.” Placing a kiss over the teeth marks he’d left, his grin was small but cocky.
“Whatever you say, Rektal.” My hand lifted to pat at him before it fell limply to my side with my next yawn.
“What mean, ‘ever Rek say?” A sharp grunt left him and he gave me a little shake that woke me up for a second. “What say, ‘ever Rek say? Rek best.” Another jiggle of a shake. “Say Rek best.”
“You’re the best,” I mumbled sleepily, swatting at him to knock it off.
With a mollified grumble, he settled behind me. Soon, huffing puffs followed, grunted out mutterings in Lo denaii. “Rek Jojomine only one. Rek first…” Something-something, I dunno. He continued to mumble under his breath but I was too far gone to care.
Waking up alone, to the sound of soft, urgent knocking, squinting around the room in confusion, I had about two seconds to collect myself before Gopher quietly opened my door and slipped inside.