Nyx 1: Curse of the Catastrophe Cat (Mafia Reverse Harem Poly)

1.33 So Long Rogerson

So Long Rogerson

Rourke AKAThe Viking

Saints, Grimm's tongue is huge. Even though he lets my shaft drop, and I feel the breeze of the room, ten degrees difference to his smoldering cavern, and the thing that puts Gene Simmons to shame curls and pulls it right back in.....

My head goes back in the belly clenching groan when Grimm not only has me at bottom, but makes my rock-hard nuts bounce again with added slides of his tongue on them.

It's a challenge, a test to see how much he can get away with. He's learning my limits. Paying too close attention, looking for the same tics I do when I'm feeling someone out.

I don't know what is harsh to him, and hell if I wouldn't pay knowing exactly what he charges for the experience when he satisfies that curiosity.

Sucking my nuts into his mouth with my shaft and pressing my hips to fuck his face to my heart's content for a solid minute without a single breath. I return my fingers to his neck to gauge when he needs a break.

I pull back, pack it down and deny myself the orgasm, determined to make it last. "Breathe, baby. Take a second, and a sip." I encourage, grabbing him a water.

Letting Grimm relax a minute, so I can stop myself from the full-body shake of my system in overdrive.

Taking a few gulps of my own bottle before Grimm pushes me on the flat of my back again. The last chug of his is still cool and wet and fully loaded in his mouth when he kneels between my thighs sucking me with the bubbling liquid.

The alien feeling bringing me back to the edge, faster than I mean it to, and this time he isn't playing. "You want my cum that bad, you're going to get it...." I pant the warning while he continues to bob my dick, slap my nuts and suck me in ways even I didn't know existed.

I hold it as long as I can, but last all of ten minutes with how intense it is. I massage his throat and thumb his lip like I would a good girl who swallowed every last drop. Praising, teasing while he takes down the water half shaking, and full horny.

"So Long Rogerson."

"Sorry Sarge...." Luca's tone is more serious than I've ever heard it as he pulls out of bed. "Pay to play is off the table."

Grimm's mouth may be as ever busy as his hands, but I've never seen him smoke. I meant it to be a compliment, but clearly he's not taking it like that, retreating to my patio with a custom tin of rolled black cigarettes.

No matter how buzzed I am, something tells me this is not the usual fuck yes cigarette after an amazing session. "No pressure Grimm. Even in 'pay to play' arenas, I don't go there unless my partner's going to enjoy it."

Getting myself back in my pants and out of bed, I join him leaning on the rails. Still feeling the buzz of the release in my body, though it's gone from my head.

The puppy turns predator again. Trailing every inch of me and searching my features with indecision as he blows out a sweet rather than noxious type cloud he's been holding in his lungs. "It's a compliment, not an insult," he informs me after a minute.

"There are very few things that I believe in, Rick. Money being at the top of the list." Grimm, the darker side of Luca's puppy personality, admits taking another drag. Real as real talk gets with him using a variation of my first name, Alaric.

Stringing me into the confession, more than conversation. "No other power in this world kept me warm, clothed or fed. Cash was the only comfort I had after my mom started selling my literal ass at five to get her drug fix. Finding pleasure in the act was an accident that became a priority the more I had of it."