Page 54 of Nine Inch Nasty
I can feel him in my very soul, swimming through me, effusing my body in warmth and affection.
I don’t even realize there are tears escaping my eyes until he lifts my head away from his chest to kiss them off. “Thank you, for making my first time the best thing I’ve ever felt, Delaney,” he whispers.
“Thank you for finding me, for being willing to put up with everything I come with in order to be mine.”
“So, this is touching and all, but we’ve got another virgin that’s hanging on by a thread,” Spencer calls out.
I swing my eyes to Wil, who’s rocking in the corner, naked. “Totally fine,” he wheezes, waving me off.
“It is proper unicorn etiquette to take both holes, when possible, upon a first mating. Would that be an inconvenience for you, Delaney?”
I look down to find that Skylar is indeed still very…stiff. Oh damn. I’m no ass virgin, but he’s definitely fatter than my other mates. And those squishy rings? You know what? Hell yeah. “Let me get Wil set up first?”
“Told you we should have used diagrams and a schedule,” Rush sasses as he sinks to the floor next to Wil. “You sure you’re good, man? Your skin’s all blotchy. You want me to lend a hand? I’ve got some experience, you know. I’d totally be willing to help a very platonic friend out.”
“Perhaps we should give the young fellow some space? I’m not sure I’ve ever seen a penis grow quite to that shade of angry,” Leo announces while I crawl out of bed.
Well, start to, anyway. August beats me to the punch by suddenly appearing with a warm cloth to clean me. He knows me so well. “Thanks, love.”
“Can everyonepleasestop talking about my dick? I’m really…trying here. I’m…fuck. Damnit. I can see her whole left breastnow. I give up.” Wil uncrosses the legs he was squeezing so tightly together and with one graze of a single finger, he’s erupting.
And erupting.
And…you guessed it.
By the time his cock is still, I’m almost sure he’s unconscious, until he lets out an exhausted bleat and slumps over, blinking up at me.
“Good thing I can get that thing right back up. Can somebody carry him over here for me?”
“On it, but I ain’t cleaning up his goat juice,” Rush tells me as he scoops up Wil, who screeches when Rush’s hand brushes his ass on accident.
I have Rush lie Wil down right next to Skylar so they’re side by side, one gulping loudly and shaking, the other singing in…Russian, under his breath.
When I take too long to make a move, Rush steps into the closet, whistling, returning with a piece of actual parchment rolled up into a scroll. “You want the diagrams? I made everything as efficient as possible, accounting for everyone’s personal preferences. Yes, I asked them, I didn’t assume. Also, check this out.”
He turns the scroll upside down to show a professional level sketch of me and everybody else in various positions. “I’ve got a whole music playlist it’ll match up to as well for maximum enjoyment.”
I feel my lower lip wobble. “You…optimized my sex life? And madediagrams? Rush, I…I don’t know what to say!”
He eyes the scroll, turning it sideways now to get a different perspective on one of the drawings. “Youcouldsay you’d try flow number four, but it’s not totally necessary.”
I take measure of the men on the bed. I think the sex high has Skylar thinking he’s a professional ballerina, but he’s still lying flat on his back as he sings to himself. His arms and legs are trying so damn hard to flex and point into proper positions. Also, he found a sharpie in my nightstand drawer while I left him unattended and has drawn a smiley face around his belly button, and is now using it as a mouth. “You think Wil could handle that?”
Rush scoffs. “Can he handle it? Yeah. Absolutely. Wil, you’re good, right?”
I’m pretty sure that’s terror coming off of Wil, not arousal, but we’ll get there.
“Um, did you say, flowfour? Isn’t that one…a bit advanced for someone like me?”
Adam tries to reassure him. “Cory and I literally did that in our sleep once. You’ll be fine, man. Promise. And if you aren’t I will personally carry you to the infirmary to fix it.”
“That doesn’t really make me feel better,” he whispers.
“One little two, little three ballerinas, eating cuppy cakes and wearing pretty dresses…” Skylar sings, finally switching to English. Yeah, he’s blitzed.
“You’re probably going to want to sober that one up before you even attempt it though. Much less risk of something going…awry.” Rush suggests. I can’t tell if he’s amused by Skylar’s performance or is trying to work out complex equations in his head.
“How awry?” Wil asks, staring at the sex high Skylar.
