Berries and Greed

Warmth flowed through me. Balancing myself on my knees, I cupped my breasts and gave both nipples a light pinch, smiling at the way his breath left him in a rush.

“Do you want to taste them?” I purred, feeling his claws bite into my skin as he clutched my thighs tighter.

“God, yes,” he croaked, practically panting as his cock flexed beneath me. “Please.”

“You deserve it,” I crooned, releasing one breast to cup the back of his head and draw it closer.

I arched my back so he could reach, thrusting my breasts toward his mouth. He groaned hoarsely, peppering sweet kisses all over the swell of one and trailing his lips down toward my nipple. My whole body tightened with anticipation, clit throbbing, nipples stiffening even more.

His fast breaths fanned over the peak before slick heat circled it. My head fell back, a low moan leaving me as Greid swirled his tongue then drew my nipple into the wet warmth of his mouth. He moaned around it, hands sliding up to my hips and gripping tight, like he wanted to tug me closer.

I didn’t know which aspect stopped him—my earlier words about who was in charge, or his fear of hurting me with his barbs. Either way, I did it for him, lifting my hips to settle higher up his shaft, pressing my weight onto it to hear him moan hoarsely again around my nipple.

He sucked on it with the perfect amount of pressure, his tongue teasing the tip before he laved it decadently. My breath caught from the feel of all those bumps. God, he had a talented mouth.

“That feels so good,” I breathed, threading my fingers through his hair. “You’re my greedy boy, aren’t you? I bet you’d do this for hours if I let you.”

Greid shuddered, moaning plaintively as he swirled his tongue and sucked again. Directing him over to my other nipple, I reached down and uncurled his long fingers from around my hip to draw his hand up to my breast. He groaned, cupping it and sliding his thumb over my wet nipple as he sucked on the other.

Sensation skittered through me, pleasure shooting down from my chest into my core, tightening my belly on its descent. I rocked my hips, feeling the drag of his barbs catching on my underwear. Greid’s moan was garbled against my breast, his hand squeezing in response.

Taking a breath, I gently eased his head away. I was getting distracted from my end goal. His mouth just felt too good. God, I couldn’t wait until my period ended so I could feel his tongue between my legs. Although, he’d said he didn’t care…

No, Beryl! This is about him. It’s his reward.

I was pretty sure by this point that Greid would consider getting to eat my pussy an amazing reward, but it wasn’t what I had in mind. Dipping my head to give him a deep kiss, I swung my leg over his hips to kneel beside him on the bed. Greid already looked dazed, his lips parted around trembling breaths, his cock throbbing against his belly, those little barbs pulsing in time.

Resting a hand on his thigh, I massaged the trembling muscle until he let out a shaky breath and looked at me, some of the fog clearing from his eyes.

I smiled. “Are you ready to find out what your reward is, Greid?”

He blinked, swallowing a couple of times. “That wasn’t it?”

God, he was adorable. Chuckling, I shook my head and trailed my fingertips up his inner thigh until they brushed the side of his sac. He jerked, sharp teeth clamping down on his lower lip as his knees eagerly fell open wider.

“You’re going to make yourself come for me,” I told him. “I want to watch you touch yourself. But I’m going to tell you what to do, Greid. How fast or slow to go. When to stop. You don’t come until I say you can.”

“Oh fuck.” His throat bobbed as he glanced down at his cock with mild alarm. “I’m… I’m pretty sure I’m about to come already.”

I tutted, dancing my fingertips over his tight sac, feeling his balls lift beneath the thin skin. “You want to be good for me, don’t you?”

A shiver rolled through his long frame. “Yes.”

“So you won’t come until I say you can.” I feathered my fingertips over the barbless base of his cock, making his hips twitch. “Or next time, it might have to be a punishment.”

We hadn’t discussed punishments yet, but Greid’s eyes flared with aroused interest before warring with his ingrained desire to be good for me, to not need to be reprimanded, as much as he might crave it. It was fascinating, and I already knew I’d be thinking up suitable punishments for him when I went to bed later, tucking them away for the future. The idea made my belly fizz with excitement.

“I won’t come,” he whispered. “I’ll be good.”

That had me leaning forward to kiss him. “I know you will, Greid.”

Sitting back, I resisted the urge to glance at the bottom drawer of the nightstand. I didn’t want to embarrass him by letting him know I’d seen a hint of what was in there. “Do you usually use toys?” I asked, remembering his ridiculously arousing admission to owning dildos.

“Um.” He swallowed, eyes darting to the nightstand. “Y-yeah, sometimes.”