Page 12 of Nine Inch Nasty
I get the idea that maybe I can manipulate the clouds a bit to offer us some shelter, so I start pulling and kneading at it, trying to make a bit of a cave, and then I pull Cory into it and burrow down so that nobody can see us unless they really try to.
“Hi,” they say when I’m finally underneath them.
“Oh, Cory. I’m so sorry. This is all such a mess…” It’s not often that I get really emotional and feel like I need to cry, and I wouldn’t have picked this moment for it to happen, but I know I’m safe with Cory.
They fall into me and straddle my hips, burying their face in my neck. “We’re going to get them back and we’re going to fix everything. We’re going to go back to our cozy room with the awful shag carpeting that we all secretly love, and we’re going to finish our school year and live this beautiful, messy life together. I promise.”
Wrapped up together like this is a bit different for us, we’re usually just making out or hanging out with Adam, but I like the dynamic. “Be honest. If you knew all of this shit was going to happen before you met me and got caught up in it, would you have changed everything? You could be living such a normal, quiet life right now doing homework and not being shape shifted by a crazy goddess.”
They pull back and kiss me on the forehead, sitting up while still straddling my body. “I’d never change a thing about you or us, Delaney. Other than pulling away the pain that you’re experiencing. How could I want that when it’s because of the crazy that I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life? You and Adam are…you’re everything. I can’t have one without the other.”
Oh. I feel a bit silly now, thinking we could have a moment with just us. They probably feel uncomfortable touching me without Adam nearby.
I try to reign in the lust, to convince my body that we’re not going to get intimate right now, but it’s going to take a minute to shift gears.
When I finally focus again, Cory is staring down at me curiously. “What are you doing?”
“Resetting my…expectations. I’m sorry, I should have factored in that you’d feel uncomfortable without him here. I can work with that. Sorry if I pushed a boundary.”
They smile down at me, somewhat sadly, before tracing my jaw with one of their delicate hands. “I don’t need Adam to feel like I want to touch you, but that has to go both ways. You have to be comfortable with knowing me and him are likely going to have time together occasionally when you’re not around. I know this is complicated…but is that something you can handle? I just…we need to keep our communication open. I don’t want any one of us getting our heart hurt because they feel left out.”
This is an important conversation we’ve been due to have for a while, so I take a deep breath and relax into it. “That doesn’t bother me. I know the two of you were together before I came into the picture. It wouldn’t be right of me to expect you both to be solely with me or to only touch each other or enjoy each otherwhen I’m around. I don’t think I’m the jealous type, as long as we’re all aware of what’s happening…have you and Adam talked about what it’s going to be like now that we know you’re mine, as well? Did he have any objections to you and me... you know, doing things, if he’s not around?”
“That man is so in love with you, Delaney, I don’t think there’s anything you could do that he would say no to. If he was here to ask right now, you know that he’d be pushing us together and locking the door as he ran out of it to give us some privacy if he thought we wanted it. I’ve just never been in a relationship like this one before, I don’t know how I’m going to keep everything from getting all tangled.”
I nod. “We seem to be doing alright so far. I guess we just take it one day at a time?”
They smile down at me and then start taking my top off. Priorities, you know.
When I’m down to just my bra, a shimmery teal number, they start playing with my breasts, wiggling on my hips a bit as they do. “I think I want to fuck these…is that something that people do? I have to tell you, they’re fantastic. Like, really. First pair I’ve ever wanted to touch, and I totally get the appeal now.”
I tip my head back and enjoy the tingles spreading through my body, yanking gently on their hips to encourage them to scoot up. “With this slutty little skirt on, you wouldn’t even have to take anything off. I bet you have slutty panties on underneath too, don’t you?”
Cory’s eyes are blown out as they lick their lips, their cock hardening under the skirt.
“Fuck, I like that, Cory. I love seeing your cock in a skirt. What color are your panties today? You look so pretty sitting on top of me like this.”
They seem to slip into an almost submissive state of mind, eyes glazing over while I take charge. I love the games we play, love everything about them.
“Go ahead and look.”
When they’re finally on my rib cage, I slide my hands up their thighs slowly, loving the slight prickle of hair there. Slender and toned, these legs are fucking incredible.
From the angle I’m at, the view only gets better the higher I go. I flip up the skirt and can’t stop the moan that tumbles out when I see the nearly see-through white lace panties they’ve got on, cupping their balls so delicately with the tip of their hungry dick poking out the top.
“So fucking perfect for me, Cory. Look at you. You want to slide that cock against my skin, hmm? Want to ride these?” I ask as I grab myself with both hands, pressing my breasts together to give them a visual. The tight space I create with that movement has their hips flexing involuntarily, chasing it.
“Take me out, Delaney. I need your hands on my cock.”
Their hands are digging through their hair, head thrown back as their narrow hips start to move, out of their mind on lust.
So I feed them a bit more; I want them so lost to me that they never forget this first time together.
Their hands reach around me to unclip my bra, only struggling for a moment to unhook it, freeing me, and tossing the bra off to the side. “That thing is sexy but you’re so much better without it. Wish I could just stare at these all day. Such rosy perfect fucking nipples, Delaney. So perfect for my fingers and my tongue…”
They lean forward and lick one at a time, nibbling and pulling slightly until both of my nipples are hard and sensitive.
While they’re occupied, I reach between their legs and try to get the lace to slide past their hips, but I’m only successful when they move into a plank position and help me out. I use my toes to remove the panties completely, reaching for them so I can stuff them in my pocket for later. I want them. “Finders keepers,” I tell Cory when they look confused by my action. Not sorry. “Mmm, love you bare under this sexy skirt. Get up here.”
