Page 59 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"Can it be the dress?Or…can it just be the dress tonight?"He reached over to the door and shut it as quickly as he could without slamming it.Her skin broke out in goosebumps.His eyes roamed her body and her heart fluttered once again.It didn't matter how often they'd gone at it…the way he stared at her like she were a masterpiece he was experiencing for the first time, and he'd never understood art before seeing her.
"If it's the dress, you can't rip it off me."
Elliot stepped up, taking her by the hips and pressing their hips together.He rubbed his thumbs against her hips."I won't harm a single stitch."
Cass raked her hands up his chest, lifting his tank top off his stomach.He let go of her just long enough to rip the top off by the fabric bunched at the back of his neck.Elliot tossed it, catching her panties dangling off his horns and dropping them to the floor.Backing her up into the wall, her heels clicked against the small patch of clear floor.She moved to toe the heels off but he snatched her by the back of the thighs."Oh no, those stay on."
Elliot hoisted her up, off the ground and shifted, hooking his arms under her thighs.She squealed as he tossed her back against the wall, her legs tossed over his shoulders.Her hands wrapped around his horns desperately.One wrong move, and she was dangling upside down with her heels for Elliot earrings.Cass held onto him for all she was worth.His mouth was against her wet cunt in seconds.Flat, long tongue brushing through her lips, savoring every drop of her.Her core trembled with effort.As if realizing, he pushed her closer to the wall, now only a thrash to the left or right away from dangling cartoonishly.His palms wrapped around her thighs and dug in.
Spearing her alive was dangerously close to making Cassiopeia receive a noise complaint.She rocked her hips, riding his mouth.His nose ring pressed into her underbelly, and she couldn't wait to see the bruise as she smashed him harder into her pussy.Over and over, she drove him deeper into her warmth, walls quivering around him.Elliot pressed his heavy tongue into her walls, stretching her at the same time as making her eyes roll back in her head.When he switched to sucking on her clit, she was gone.Tossed over the cliff of pleasure and descending into blissful oblivion, Cass dropped hard into the wall.Her skull thudded against the dry wall, but she'd happily take a concussion if it meant he didn't stop.Elliot ate her like a starved man and he moaned against her skin.He spared a nip to the inside of her thigh before lapping up the cum he'd worked for.
"Elle-Elliot!"she squawked, legs cramped over his shoulders as the weight of gravity threatened to rip her out of his arms.
He chuckled, scooping her off the wall.In quick succession, he dropped her onto the bed, she bounced once, and he dribbled her with a twist, flipping her onto her stomach.Cass lost all the air in her lungs as he lined himself with her and drove his cock home with finesse.No one, and she meant no one, had ever so smoothly dangled her, dropped her, and managed to whip their cock out before fucking her with it.Cass would have praised him for the slick move…but she had a mouth full of duvet and a rock-hard minotaur railing her from behind.She barely had the sense of mind to plant the heels, her legs trembling.He rocked her bed, the wood creaking even with the bouncers.Cass only realized she was screaming his name when he reached around and clamped a hand around her mouth.Cass moaned into his palm, eyes rolling back in her head once more.Bliss and scalp-prickling pleasure washed over her.His hips slapped into her backside, leaving her cheeks red from the force.She'd wake up to a bruise on both cheeks as if he spent the night spanking her.
"Fuck, those heels, I know I asked you to wear sneakers more, but I want you in heels more.I want to fuck you like this, bent over like this, in only those."He bunched up the dress around her waist, keeping it free of the splash zone he'd created.Something long and fluffy slapped against the inside of her calf and it took Cass an embarrassingly long time to realize his tail was curling around her.She'd forgotten he even had one until it slapped at her in tandem with his hips.
"Yuewanmenabed?" she mumbled against his palm.
"No, right now I want you to like this dress so much, you can't imagine wearing anything else.I want it to make you feel so fucking sexy, you wear it to shreds.And it's ripped a seam or two, I want to tear it off you, I wanna hear it rip and fuck you in the pieces of it.Then we'll find you another red dress that every time you wear it, you feel me fucking you in it."
Cass didn't even realize his knot was full or even there until it popped inside her.A low moan of delight and fullness filled his hand as she wrapped her fingers around his digits, keeping her quiet.Her walls shuddered, clamping down around him.Warmth trickled down the inside of her leg as she milked him desperately.She wanted every drop.And Elliot was always generous.He grunted loudly, hips snapping against her in a broken rhythm.Ropes of him splashed across her walls, running goosebumps up her spine and making her insides gooey.She didn't have leg strength, held up purely like laundry draped around his rod of a cock.His knot took forever to soften, leaving them panting and locked together.
Elliot let go of her mouth first, letting her drop to the bed.Bent over her, still buried deep in her, he kissed any inch of skin he could reach.The back of her neck, the side of her arm, her back, all of it covered in his kisses.
"Breathe for me, Cassie," he reminded her, and she gasped.Hungrily gulping down air till her lungs ached.He chuckled, rubbing her back sweetly."That's my girl."
"I can't…" She flopped her head to the side, letting her cheek press against the bunched-up fabric."I can't believe you're still in heat."
He chuckled, "I'm not."
"What?"She furrowed her brows, twisted as best she could to look at him.
"My heat finished the night of the game.I don't feel it anymore."He shrugged, rubbing her back."The knot in you is my regular ‘my girl looks smoking in that dress and I desperately want to stuff my face up that skirt’ knot.Everyday minotaur knot."
She stretched out along the bed, legs still trembling from the force of his fucking, smiling."So…what really is the difference?It feels the same."
"Mmm, well, I'd say the biggest difference is in heat, I'm insatiable, you could be dead on your feet, barely able to take another round, and I'd need to do it again.Now, sometimes it'll fill up, sometimes it won't, and not having heat flashes is nice."He finally softened out to pull away.The wet squelch of him slipping out of her left something to be desired, but Cass shivered regardless at the empty, delightful feeling of having been stuffed.
She used what was left of her arm strength to drag her corpse onto the bed fully and flip onto her back.He sat on the edge of the bed, his back to the wall, shoulders rising and falling.She dropped a hand onto his thigh.He took up her hand and squeezed it.
"But that didn't happen during your heat, I was expecting you to need more back-to-back."She traced her thumb against his hand.
"Because someone took my knot every time, or most of the time.I didn't need back-to-back if you can take the knot every time I need it."He peeled his eyes open and looked down at her, spread against the bed."But next time it hits…you probably won't be so lucky."
"Next time?"she grinned mischievously.
"Oh baby, this happens multiple times throughout my life.At random times too.We'll just be doing stuff and bam, heat, and I've gotta fuck you behind a grocery store."
Cassiopeia Darling lay on her bed, exhausted and drenched, a massive smile on her lips."That sounds like fun."
Elliot Bonesaw chuckled, rubbing the pad of his thumb against her knuckles, "Ah, how the tables have turned."
She lay there, in their mess and her happiness, soaking in the warmth.Then, with a grunt, she kicked off her heels and climbed to her feet."I better clean up my disaster."
Elliot picked up clothes while she threw on pajama pants and a t-shirt, holding up the fabrics to decipher if they needed washed or not.Once her room was back to functional and her red dress at the top to be washed for Friday, they headed out to the living room.Lily was probably asleep, but Cass knew better to assume she'd stay that way.They worked in quiet tandem.Cass would toss him fabric and he’d slam dunk it into her laundry basket until everything was cleaned up.
“Shower time?”she asked him hoarsely under her breath.
