Page 15 of Bread By the Grim
“Then don’t let me stop you,” I tell her, gathering up her hair, as a gentleman does.
She laughs and, with a hum, wraps her warm, wet mouth around the tip, as her hand wraps around the shaft. I can’t help the groan that escapes me. She’s so beautiful on her knees with those pink lips wrapped around me. She meets my eyes before taking me into her mouth, humming as she builds up a rhythm.
Her eyes bore into mine as she takes me deeper and deeper, her rhythm picking up pace as I fall apart on her tongue. I do my best to keep quiet, but I can’t stop the moans that fall from my lips. She’s working me hard, sucking me so far back that when the end comes, I don’t even have a chance to warn her how close I am. She doesn’t seem to care. She sucks that much harder as I cum with an orgasm so hard I’m left shaking.
She doesn’t stop until I’m completely spent and slightly out of breath, her fingers digging into my thighs as I come down off the high. I want to pull her to me, but it takes me a few moments to recover. She says nothing, just quietly rests her forehead against my stomach for a moment before I lift her up into my arms, desperate for her scent once again.
“Do you know how beautiful you are with your lips around my cock?” I press my nose to her neck, the sweet scent of vanilla filling me, as I run my tongue over exposed flesh I can reach. The neckline of her dress is loose, and I pull at it without thinking. Suddenly it falls away from her, ripping loudly. The sound startles us both.
She pulls back from me and laughs, her beautiful shining eyes meeting mine. “Maybe we should take this someplace a little more private?”
I have no idea how I’m going to drive. My cock’s already hard and aching once again. I zip up, and she takes my hand. We step out of the woods and right into the middle of the wedding party arriving at the Performing Arts Center. I manage to pull Phil back into the wood line just before we’re spotted.
We watch from behind a tree as a goat-man, the spitting image of Lieutenant Arnold, offers a hand to a human woman, in a white dress and veil, off the back of a giant motorcycle. The rest of the wedding party appears in similar fashion—on the backs of motorcycles and tricycles, with one exception. Alady centaur trails at the end of the procession with a human man on her back. The man wraps his arms just below her breasts and gives her a kiss before hopping off with unexpected grace given his suit and tie.
“Oh,” Phil says from my side, watching their PDA, “That must be incredibly…disappointing…for her.”
I can’t help but laugh. She covers her mouth, a horrified expression crossing her face. “I did not mean to say that out loud.”
Phil and I watch on, amused, as the rest of the women of the group—a mix of lady goat-folk and humans—manage to shimmy off the backs of bikes in dresses and heels, one hand still holding bouquets.
She wraps her arm around my waist and sighs. “I just love weddings. I hope all this with Arnold doesn’t ruin my shot at doing more of them.”
I squeeze her back as we wait for the door to finally close behind the last groomsman. I don’t know how, but I’m determined to give Phil anything she wants. Her cake business will succeed, Lieutenant Arnold be damned.
Chapter 9
Phil
How we make it down the basement steps without a repeat of my first day here I’ll never know. But there are no words, no plans, no discussion ahead of time—it’s a silent agreement we make as Grim has to wrestle the passenger side door of his truck open for me. He has me in his arms immediately, carrying me inside the back door of the bakery and to the basement door that I thankfully left unlocked.
Doux lets out a yelp of annoyance and runs for the couch as we land on the bed still wrapped up in each other’s arms. Grim’s mouth is all over me, kissing every exposed bit of flesh he can get to, ripping the dress more and more while promising between kisses to buy me another.
“I need to taste you,” he practically growls as he reaches my upper thighs. “Can I take thisoff?”
“Take off or rip off?”
He laughs. “I’m sorry, I got…carried away.” I nudge him with my knee, and he rolls to my side, giving me a moment to shimmy out of my underwear.
“The underwear is more expensive than the dress,” I explain as I toss it to the floor.
“Really?” he says as I sit up on an elbow and unhook my bra.
“God, Phil, what do I do first?” he says, a look of true concern on his face. I can’t help but laugh.
“Whatever you want. I’m all yours.”
The look in his eyes changes. In fact, his whole demeanor changes. I could swear something passes in his eyes–they seem to grow darker for a moment—but it must be a trick of the light because it’s there and gone in a flash.
“Yes, yes, you are.” He leans over me and kisses each breast. “Ladies, I’ll be back,” he says before grabbing a thigh with each hand and burying his face in my pussy.
“Grimmmmm.” My voice sounds possessed, but Grim either doesn’t care or doesn’t notice. Unlike other men I’ve been with, he gets straight to the point—his tongue is on my clit immediately, circling and sucking in a rhythm that has me wrapping my hands around the back of his head and pushing him harder against me.
He releases my left thigh and turns me justslightly on my side. I have no idea what he’s up to until a finger pushes inside me, then two, working in sync with the motion of his tongue.
“Grim!” I squeal as the pressure becomes intense. I feel so close to the edge, so close to falling over…the noises coming from my mouth and my body are obscene, but nothing seems to stop Grim. In fact, every moan, every sudden intake of air just seems to push him to work harder.
It’s almost too much, and for a moment, I think I’ve missed my shot at it, but Grim presses even harder against my clit, and I force myself to focus on chasing my release, on feeling everything he’s doing instead of worrying about the massive wet spot on the bed or the trauma I’m forcing Doux to endure.
