Page 37 of Minding the Minotaur
Playfully, he resists, prising my legs apart to plant more kisses on the inside of my quivering thighs. The cold tingle of his nose ring and the warmth of his breath only add to my torture.
I arch my back and stick my hips in the air, whining pitifully. Arlo’s tongue edges closer, lapping at my damp pubes, so damn close to my labia, but not quite zoning into the place where I need him the most.
I lift my hips higher, chasing his tongue.
“Oh fuck, babe, you smell like heaven,” he growls.
“I should have showered,” I gasp.
“No fucking way. I’m going to lick out all your beautiful, sweet juices,” he mutters. I feel his fingers gently parting my labia, pinning me open. He blows gently. My clit nearly explodes.
And then that firm tongue lands on my throbbing flesh and I moan, grinding my ass into the bed cover as he licks up my slit, covering everything—clit, vagina and all. Consuming me.
After a moment, he adds a digit, rimming around my swollen entrance, where all the nerve endings are at fever pitch. He dips it into me as his tongue circles my clit, then adds another. Tongue and fingers join in sweet torment.
I’ve never experienced anything remotely like this in my life. My whole pussy is vibrating, ready to detonate. I feel like my body is going to levitate right off the bed with the build-up inside me.
It’s literally two more strokes of his tongue, two thrusts of his finger, and I’m twisting my hands into his pelt as I scream out my orgasm, my pussy clenching wildly around his fingers. I’m still riding the waves, jibber jabbering nonsense as he moves up my body and engulfs me in a hug. Then we’re laughing, nose to nose, his pelt tickling my face, and I scent myself on his mouth.
“I need you inside me,” I beg when I can finally catch my breath.
He chuckles softly and draws back a little. “Not so fast, babe.”
A sliver of rejection takes root. “Don’t you want to?”
The desperate longing in his taut features puts paid to my fears. “I do, babe. More than anything.”
I frown, confused, propping myself up on my elbows. “Then what?”
“I mustn’t come right now.”
“If it’s about protection, I mean…” I stare at him helplessly. Could I even get pregnant to a minotaur? Unlikely.
He gives a sad little shake of his head. “Did Otis tell you about my job?”
“He said you had a clinic appointment once a week, but he didn’t say why. He said I’d find out, but that it was to be kept quiet.”
Suddenly, he won’t meet my gaze. “I sell my sperm, Sammy.”
My eyes and mouth saucer in unison. “Wha— To whom?”
“A human drug company.”
I snap my mouth shut, swallow, open it again, but no words come.
Arlo winces. “I’ve shocked you.”
“Surprised me, not shocked me.”
He sits up, taking me with him, still limp from my release. Resting his back against the bedhead, he tucks me under one big arm. “There’s a drug company that has been conducting experiments on minotaurs for years to work out how we breed so prolifically. Finally, they’ve identified an enzyme in our sperm that can help with human fertility. And it seems mine has the highest count of any minotaur. Much higher than most.”
I’m silent for a moment, trying to take this in. Arlo is connected to the expensive drug most couples need to conceive—and very intimately, it would seem. “Does that mean there will be lots of your kids running around Sparkle?” I try not to sound judgy, but I really don’t like the idea. Arlo is mine. If anyone’s going to have his babies, it should be me.
To my surprise, he laughs. “Are you joking? Humans don’t want minotaur babies.” I silently think of one who would, and she’s right here. “No. They just want to harvest the super enzyme from my cum. Seems if I abstain for a few days, the amount increases, and I get paid a hell of a lot more.”
“Oh—oh.”
His arm around me tightens. “That’s how I make coin, pet. It’s just a job, and honestly, I would stop tomorrow if it wasn’t for the fact that I pay for my nieces’ and nephews’ education.” He huffs a big sigh. “Do you think less of me?”
