Page 37 of Composed at Randy's
I rub the bulge of Bael’s cock with my hand, and he swears under his breath, but it’s the good kind of swearing, so I get bolder and try to free it for closer inspection.
Bael’s hands take mine and trap them. “Easy, baby. I’m not done learning about you yet. I’d like to take my time if you don’t mind.” He whispers that into my ear in a growly sort of way, and my tiny cocklet twitches in interest.
Yep, I’m small, folks. I have a tiny tadger. An eenie weenie dick. Technically, the term for results after meta-surgery is micro-penis, which I think is a bit mean to the folks who have size issues.
I’m not one of those.
I could have paid to have phalloplasty and gotten something massive if I’d wanted to, but personally, I think it’s pretty neat to have the two-and-a-half slender inches I’m packing. It doesn’t get in the way, I don’t have to deal with sweaty balls because I opted out of having them, and I got to keep my front hole, which is quite a lot of fun to have.
Go Team Tiny!
Bael seems to be a fan of Team Tiny as well. He keeps both of my wrists trapped in one of his, and he slicks his fingers using my front hole before stroking my cocklet. His eyes are on my face as he checks my reaction.
“Please keep doing that,” I say. “Jesus Larry Christ, please keep going.” I buck into his hand and make a mewling sound of disappointment when he pulls away. I don’t get a chance to get upset because he releases my hands and flips me around on his lap until my back is pressed against his chest. He holds me in place with a hand on my chest and he uses his other to start deconstructing my sanity.
His hands are huge, right? So he manages to use his thumb and index finger to jerk off my cocklet and slide his other three fingers into my front hole.
Oh god, his rhythm is amazing. My entire world has narrowed down to his magical hand and his hot breath on my neck, and before I know it, I’m coming like there’s no tomorrow. I ride his hand as he works me through my orgasm and my cocklet spurts a few milky drops on his fingers.
While I’m busy being thoroughly boneless and spent, Bael rubs his fingers together and makes a curious sound followed byan excited, “You can do that?” He brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them.
Fuck, that’s hot.
I nod shakily. My poor, smooth little brain is trying to catch up after getting scrambled, so an anatomy lesson is going to be a challenge for it.
Maybe just a quick one.
“It varies depending on the person, but I could do this before surgery, so I can do it after too. Stuff just got rerouted.” I love my results, and sometimes I want to high-five my surgeon for their excellent skills.
“That’s the coolest thing ever.”
“Right?” I love my body, and I’m absolutely delighted that Bael seems to as well.
“Can you come with my mouth on you? Because I want to try that.”
“I have no idea,” I say. “No one has ever sucked me off.”
Bael kisses the side of my head. “We’re trying it.” He stands and scoops me into a princess carry. “But first I’m going to fuck you.”
He strides over to the bed and tosses me onto the mountain of pillows, giving me a cheeky smile.
I’m still wobbly from the intense orgasm and the events of the past few days, so instead of moving the pillows out of the way, I say, “If you want to fuck me here, you’ll have to fish me out before I sink.” Because I’m sure as hell not fighting my way free from the bedding again today.
Bael snorts. “Condoms first, then I’ll save you.”
“I might be lost before you get back.” I’m losing ground fast and slowly falling between two of the larger pillows.
He roots around in a drawer and tosses me a sock. “Wave this and I’ll find you.”
I laugh because he could have found condoms in the time it took for him to find that sock.
He is so perfect for me. Just like my slowly vanishing body succumbing to the inevitability of the pillow pile, my heart is being completely consumed by Bael.
Artland blazes to life in my mind, and a perfect representation of this emotion unfolds. The desperate need to get it out floods through me, and for the first time in my entire life, I bat it away like an irritating fly.
Sex now. Art later.
Huh. Apparently, my need to get railed by Bael surrounded by an entire harem’s worth of pillows supersedes my need to get the pictures out of my head.
