Page 43 of Curses and Cornstalks
Seconds later, I catch up to the climax I’ve been chasing, the explosion of pleasure taking my breath away. My legs tremble as waves of ecstasy crash into me, and Atticus talks me through it as I shatter.
“That’s it. Come for me,” he whispers in my ear. “You look so fucking perfect when you fall apart.”
He slips his fingers out of me, holding them up to admire the way they glisten while the aftershocks of my climax subside. Then, to my surprise, he pops them into his mouth to lick them clean.
“Becaue of the curse, I have no need to eat or drink anything,” he says with a cocky smirk. “But if I was alive, I’m almost certain I could survive on the taste of you alone.”
Heat scorches my cheeks, making them sting.
This man is going to be the death of me.
“Is it my turn?” I ask, reaching for the bulge in his pants, thick and rock hard through his jeans.
To my surprise, he falters and looks down at where my hand is resting.
“Take anything from me that you want, darling, but I must warn you… it was also changed by the curse. It won’t be what you’re expecting, or even close.”
My brows knit together as I wonder what he could possibly mean, and I squeeze him through his jeans. Whatever he’s packing is definitely curved, girthy, andmisshapen.Alarm bells sound in my head, but I don’t let them show on my face.
“I can close my eyes,” I assure him softly, my fingers dancing against his erection.
“That’s up to you,” he says. “No one else will ever know me in this form, and everything that I am now belongs to you.”
He belongs to me.
I don’t know why those words please me so much, but they do. Atticus is mine, even if it’s only for today. Even if all of this unravels tomorrow and I never get another chance to see him naked.
Rolling onto his back, I wait with bated breath as he unfastens his jeans. Each second stretches on for an eternity. As he shimmies the denim down over his hips, his enormous cock pops free, standing at attention. It’s thick and curved, with a wide base at the bottom, unlike any cock I’ve ever seen. Unlike his gray skin, it’s pale orange and veined.
I blink, leaning closer to inspect it better, and finally realize what I’m staring at.
My stomach cartwheels nervously, and the next words fall out of my mouth.
“Oh my…gourd?”
Chapter Eighteen
Cassie
Standingat attention where a human cock should be is a gourd. I can hardly believe my eyes. Despite Atticus’ other strange attributes, a vegetable cock was the last thing I expected.
The shaft is slightly curved, and there's a baseball-sized knot at the base; it looks like a fall decoration a craft store would carry at this time of year. It’s thick and long, bigger than any other cock I've seen, but it's phallic enough to make work.
Atticus looks at me expectantly, waiting on my reaction.
“If you’ve changed your mind, I understand,” he says. “I told you it wasn't what you were expecting?—”
“No,” I cut him off. “It’s… fine. This is fine.”
I might be only trying to convince myself, but I don't want him to feel bad about his…anatomy. It's not his fault, and I still want him. My pussy throbs, my body screaming to have him close again.
Penis, corn, gourd, it doesn’t matter what he has below the belt.
All that matters is that he gets it inside of me, asap.
Tentatively, I wrap my fingers around the shaft of his gourd—cock—and he sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. As my fingers slowly slide over the smooth rind and wrap around the swollen base, his hiss deepens into a delicious moan. The heat in me becomes an inferno as I stroke back up toward the tip.
Clear liquid beads at the divot in the top, coating my fingers on the next stroke, and I can’t help but wonder how it’ll feel inside me.
