Page 27 of Jockstraps & Newspapers
"Really, boys?At the table?While we have a guest?"Mrs.Bonesaw huffed.The dwarvish woman put a massive casserole dish at the center, steaming and bubbling full of lasagna.Mr.Bonesaw put a basket of bread, jars of herbs and seasonings, and a massive wooden bowl full of salad on the table.
Cass sat back, letting the family fight over who got corner pieces and who should cut the pasta.In the end, Mr.Bonesaw cut and divvied up the delicious, lava pasta while Mrs.Bonesaw got everyone a helping scoop of mixed salad.Elliot passed Cass a breadstick the size of her face.Everything smelled divine.Rex immediately dove into the food, Jessie giving it a moment to cool off.Mr.Bonesaw broke off his bread stick, biting into it before asking, "So, what do you do, Cassie?Are you on the team with Elliot?
"Oh no, I don't know anything about sports.I work forKing's Falls Daily, I'm writing an article on Elliot and the team for the season."She took a bite of the sharply dressed salad on her plate.The vinegar bit back, the lettuce was fresh with shaved carrots, peppers, and flaky cheese that was melt in the mouth.It was delightful and made her shiver slightly.
"Why?"Mr.Bonesaw stared at her with bewilderment.
"Cause he's like everyone's favorite?And he's about to be coach next year?It's a really important stage in his career."She eyed him back, a defense tone rising in her words.Her hackles rose on the back of her neck.What do you mean, why?Even she knew why, and despite her begrudging feelings at the beginning, she wasn't about to let anyone talk down about her soon-to-be article or the minotaur it was about.Banging him or not, coming from his father?That dismissive tone was an issue.At least her parents approved of their children's occupations.Whatever paid the bills, her father used to say.Whatever skills you got, make money from them, her mother used to repeat that over and over till Cass could hear it in her sleep.
"My baby's gonna be famous," Mrs.Bonesaw sighed dreamily."Elliot, be a good boy and make sure I get a copy of the paper with your face on it."
"Of course, Ma."Elliot and Cass shared a knowing look.She dropped it, letting the conversation fade to something about the shop.They shared silent looks the whole night, nudging each other back and forth with their elbows while the rest of the table talked.Especially when she realized there was a morepressingissue hidden under the tablecloth.
Right, his Heat.It'd almost slipped her mind until he spread his arm along the back of her chair and gripped her shoulder tight.His touch was like an inferno, steaming her clothing.She leaned toward him, "Should we go?"
"If we leave before finishing dinner, she'll murder me," he laughed under his breath."I'm alright."
She glanced down to the tented lap he shifted to hide from her.Cassie returned to her lasagna, keeping her attention on Elliot despite her gaze being on the people around the table.Every shift, tense muscle, and heavy breath from him.It was strange to think that only a few short hours ago she'd just…accepted it.Elliot was in Heat.He wanted her.He liked her.Her stomach twisted up in knots.The sex had been amazing.She'd never felt so passionate about any person to let them smoosh her into the backseat of a car.But there was something about Elliot Bonesaw that made her forget every sensible thought in her head.
Her cheeks burned in memory.My girl.Even while Jessie asked about the interview and SportsBall, or Rex got into an argument with Mr.Bonesaw, she could hear Elliot say it.My girl.There he went again, tangling up her emotions and making her want him.How was she ever going to write an objective, unbiased article now?Then, he breathed in her ear and set her whole body on fire, "Your place or mine?"
The idea of lovely but analytical Lily listening to the dulcet sounds of her screaming Elliot's name…and whatever else came out of her mouth…was not ideal.Lily wouldneverlet her live it down.Cass laughed sheepishly, "Your place."
Elliot helped her out from the dinner table, using her almost as a cock shield from his parents as they excused themselves.Her heart hammering in her chest as the heavy weight of him was pressed against her backside."We should get back, Cass has work to do."
"Oh!Elle, we still on for noon tomorrow?"Jessie cocked his head.
"Absolutely!"Elliot wheezed with sheepish laughter, "Wouldn't miss it, I'll call you in the morning."
"Tight!"Jessie leaned over, offering his knuckles to Elliot.The brother's knocked fists together before the pair ducked out the kitchen door and into the night.Cassiopeia was sure of one thing…and that it was she was terribly horny and she didn't want to wait till they got back to his place.Elliot seemed of the same mind, as they got ten steps away from the house, and he grabbed her.On the street, where only a single streetlight worked, the whole street engulfed in the pitch black of night.A ten-foot tall, wooden privacy fence ran the length of their house and a whole lot beside the house.She could see the tops of trucks and other big vehicles houses beyond the oak fence planks.Pinned against his parents’ fence, he kissed her with the ferocity of a touch starved person.Fuck if she didn't kiss him back just as hard.Cassie grabbed a hold of his face, ready to climb him like a tree.Elliot groaned against her mouth.
"I'm not gonna make it back to my place."His cock was already pressed between her thighs.Elliot pulled back and glanced at a pad locked gate to the side of his parents’ house."Does my girl feel adventurous?"
"You're not breaking in, are you?"she hissed.He pulled a set of keys out of his pocket.He leaned over and opened the padlock without much more than a simple flick of his wrist."What's in there?"
"Plenty of trunks to bend you over."
Giddy excitement and an uncontrollable desire pumped through her."You had better keep me quiet or the whole neighborhood is gonna know you're in Heat."
He grinned, ripped her from the front of the fence and into the car graveyard.
Chapter thirteen
Going for gold in the junkyard
Elliot
WhereinKing'sFalldid he find Cassiopeia Darling, and why hadn't he found her prior to this season?Elliot was baffled by the sheer strength of Cassie when she grabbed him by the front of his shirt and shoved him into the fence he'd just locked.He grunted with great delight as she pushed up on her toes and kissed him.Her hips gyrated against him, sending glorious sparks of relief through his body.His cock pressed against her, sandwiched between them, the rubbing was soothing the ache.If he could manage for her to just touch him the whole way home, he might have made it to his front door at least.Thankfully, the yard was just a lot full of vehicles that the shop scrapped for parts, most of them sold to Pops from people who couldn't afford to fix their rust buckets.A sea of four-door cars mixed with half-eaten trucks and a few buses surrounded them.In the hazy abyss of night, Elliot grabbed at his handsy journalist and put those smooth palms to good use.She groaned against his mouth, grinding harder as he led her hands beneath the waistband of his sweatpants.She eagerly grabbed onto him and stroked him in tandem with her rocking hips.Their kiss broke as she panted for air.Elliot's head fell back against the fence, hoarsely speaking, "Cassie, yes, please."
"Yeah?"She egged him on, squeezing around his shaft.Elliot's hips bucked.Stars filled his vision, and he was lost to the feeling of her palms until he felt his sweats pushed down to the middle of his thigh.He blinked rapidly before glancing down.Cassie was on her knees, stroking him slower as she brought his heavy tip to her mouth.Elliot saw oblivion.His mind melted out of his ears as he watched her sweetly kiss his tip.There was a hungry, wicked flicker in her face as she glanced up.The whole junkyard was dark except right up against the fence, he could see her shadow drenched face like a hazy dream.She stared up at him before lazily working his thick length into her mouth.His hands fell to her curls and crushed them in his fist.She spread her lips over him further, her attention back on his cock.Elliot didn't push or move her.He didn't dare.Not while she was moaning against his cock.
He fell back on his hooves, rattling the fence with his weight as she worked his shaft with her hands and sucked on his tip.When she wrapped her sweet palms around his burning knot, Elliot burst.His balls clenched up into his body, his legs trembled, and he bit a hole in his cheek to keep from shouting her name.The house was a good distance away but that didn't mean Pops wouldn't come charging out into the yard if he heard Elliot yelp.He orgasmed in choked silence, hips bucking in tandem with her strokes.When the high passed and he could see straight, he glanced down at her.His cock was still painfully hard, but the relief of orgasming was washing over him.Right, stupid heat, It doesn't accept anything less than breeding.Elliot's attention landed on Cass and his heart skipped a beat.Sat back on her calves, hands still wrapped around him, her lips were covered in him.He watched a line of his release trailing down her chin where more of it stained the front of her shirt.
Elliot never used to be a pearl necklace kind of guy.Cum is sticky and it gets everywhere.However, seeing her knelt before him covered in him, he shuddered.Maybe he was a Cassiopeia pearl necklace guy.She licked her lips and he groaned, eyes rolling back in his head."Fuck."He forced himself to open his eyes and stare at her again, "That's my girl."
"You like when I swallow?Or do you like it better when I don't?"She grabbed onto his hips and hoisted herself up.
"Both?All of the above?I want…" What did Elliot want?He wanted to breed her.That much was clear.His knot made it very apparent; a blow job was nice, it did help him cool down the burning in his chest and groin, but it wasn't what he needed.Be inside her, fucking her till his knot pressed into her, filling her till she couldn't take another drop.That's what he needed and wanted."Cassie, I should…we should talk about it."
