Page 10 of Ghouls and Girth
I don’t stop him.I can’t.His gigantic pinky finger presses against my sex.Even with so many layers of fabric between us, he burns me alive, each stroke of my hand sending streaks of fire through my clit.
Any more of this and he’ll get a handful of my cream.I’ve never been so close to coming with another person before, and the few times I’ve masturbated were pleasant but nowhere near as intense as this.
This is wrong, but it feelsoh so right.
The white hair draped over me shifts.Robes glide over my back.A cool, coarse tongue flicks over my nape.Warm fingers flex against my pussy, thigh, and hand.
The instructor leads the class to a new position.Mr.Grunty Hunk guides my body, rarely lifting his hands from me.I sink into a thick, white mental haze, keeping my orgasm at bay by sheer force of will as the sun dips toward the horizon.
When everyone stands and bows, the curious silence emanating from my friends knocks into my side, wiping away the fog.Embarrassment sweeps through me.I scramble to my socked feet, give a hasty bow, and reach for the top button on the borrowed suit coat.My hard nipples chafe against my bra and mortifying wetness makes my panties cling to my sex.
Massive hands brush my shaking fingers aside and undo the buttons with annoying ease.
The displeasure in Trista’s eyes as she glances away from me curdles my stomach.
She told us at the start of the semester that her goal for the year was to bang as many hot dudes as possible.The monsters disguised as men are definitely attractive, but neither of us should bang them.
I have one rule: avoid all paranormal creatures.It’s the only thing that’s kept me alive since my accident.Even in bribing the boggarts under my bed, I avoided direct interaction with them.
What the hell am I doing?This is too dangerous, and my roommates are my first friends in a decade.I can’t let something like this break us apart.
Urgency pulses through me.I need to retreat.Now.
All of us need to leave before we’re caught in the mausoleum owners’ trap.
I reach under the coat and pick at the knotted sleeves of the undershirt, but whatever voodoo magic he used to secure them won’t let go.
He parts the lapels of the coat.Chilly air washes over my chest.Hot hands span around my ribs, cupping the undersides of my breasts within the hidden confines of the fabric.
My lungs seize at the enormity of his palms.He could crush me without batting an eye.
He trails his hands down my torso and squeezes my hips before untying his brother’s undershirt sleeves.
With sensual threats shining from his eyes, he unthreads the fabric from my waist and reaches around me to pull the suit coat off my shoulders by the nape.
Too overwhelmed to handle more, I drop to my ass, tug my boots onto my feet, untie my hair, and fluff it around my shoulders before standing and rolling my mat.
Mr.Grunty Hunk doesn’t take the hint and leave.He stays standing a few steps away with his arms crossed over his chest and both sets of eyes glued to my every move.
I clear my throat, tuck my mat under my arm, and glance around, still not ready to face the behemoth after his very public display of affection, although I’m not sure affection is the right word.I feel marked.Like he drew a big target on my back while staking his claim.
If I didn’t want him so much, I might stay and try to figure out who he is and what he wants, but it’s too dangerous.I can’t let him steal the independence I fought so hard to earn.
Most of the class forms a group and saunters down the sidewalk toward the front gates to catch the bus together.Several others head to their cars in the parking lot.Only two meander into the cemetery.
Was Mr.Swanky Grouchypants telling the truth?Are they closing now that yoga is over?
Acute disappointment spears through me, even though I just told myself we need to leave.
I study the darkening cemetery but find no sign of a bare-chested giant of a man with a skeletal being towering above him.
The unhappiness in Trista’s eyes makes sense.She must have turned her attention from one brother to the next when Mr.Swanky Grouchypants left.
Awareness pulses through me as Mr.Grunty Hunk devours me with his eyes.
This must be a warning, right?He wants me to leave, so he singled me out and embarrassed me in front of my friends.
Deciding to rip off the bandage, I lift my face toward his but avoid his eyes.After a quick and final thanks, I turn and hook my arm through Gabby’s.
