Deer Minotaur Boyfriend: Jeremiah (complete)

Going to work is a pain in the ass, but I suppose that’s true for everyone. For me, it involves a long, long, long, train ride, then a bus from the train station. It gets a bit tedious. Back when I lived closer it was fine, but I had to move for several reasons. It’s complicated. A‘me’ thing, but I have been trying every day to get a job closer to home.

I work as a manager for a really big department store. I’m kept busy, busier than I want some days, but hey, that’s work. Every time I mention to my boss that I would like to find something closer, he keeps trying to convince me to stay. It’s becoming one of those things where I feel like I’m not allowed to leave. I have a bad boss, but so do a lot of people. Why should I complain?

It’s a rare afternoon off, and I am enjoying it by not getting out of bed. I have my phone in hand, coffee at the ready, and my favorite music playing. That’s when my sister starts sending me texts. She has a pretty cool job working at a radio station in town. It’s a small operation, but because it’s one of the few local stations in the area, it does a lot of business. She books talent and guests for the shows the radio does, and organizes the ‘midnight plays’ they do on Saturday nights. 

“There’s an opening at the station,” she texts me. “Get down here in thirty and you might have a chance at securing it.”

“Isn’t that nepotism?” I reply. “Also, I don’t know anything about radio! I would be great anywhere I go, but why ask me?”

“You’re a manager aren’t you? You know more than you think. We need someone good with people down here. Need a sheepdog for all these sheep.”

“Nellie, I work in retail. What the hell am I supposed to do herding sheep?”

“Get your big ass down here or I’ll tell Mom you were mean to me!”

I break into a grin and laugh. My sister was never a tattle tale, but during college she started deploying that tactic. “You’re just jealous I have a great ass. You can’t keep using that excuse.”

“You’re not the boss of me. But if you get down here you might get to be.”

I take in a deep breath and sit up, get dressed and slap on a fresh coat of paint that resembles grown-up makeup. I make it down to the station and into the lobby, where the front desk looks like something made from repurposed wood from a barn. The man behind the desk is typing away with a disgruntled look on his face.

“Excuse me, I’m here for the-”

“You’re Nellie’s sister, right?” he spits rapidly, firing the words like bullets. “Down that hall and through the green door on the left.” He goes back to his work like I’m not even there.

“Oh, uh...” I shuffle sideways from the desk. “Thank you?” I make my way down the hall and find myself at the green door on the left. Cautiously, I knock, and it opens right away. 

“There you are,” Nellie hisses. She grabs my wrist and pulls me in. “About damn time.” She pulls me to a long conference table and makes me sit down. There are already people sitting there, whispering idly amongst themselves. She joins them, pointing to me, and they all turn to look. I plaster on a fake smile, knowing the real one would probably make me look like a creepy doll. “Hi.” I wave anxiously.

“This is Elise,” Nellie says. “She’s been the manager at Aurora’s for a few years now. She’s my candidate for the new position.”

“Yes, yes, we gathered that,” another woman sighs. “Elise, we’re looking for a new talent manager, someone to do day-to-day negotiations with our on-air talent.”

I furrow my brow. “I thought that’s what Nellie did.”

“I mainly focus on the guests,” Nellie chimes in. 

I nod and look back to the other woman. “So, the people who are on air now, I would be their go-between, right? I would take care of scheduling and anything else of that nature?”

“Pretty much what you do now, I assume. You take care of them, and whatever messes arise, and keep them from killing each other.” The woman doesn’t really look at me. She just keeps her eyes on a clipboard.

“Is that a problem around here?” I laugh anxiously.

“Are you familiar with our programming, Elise?”, the woman asks, not missing a beat. She finally glances up, looking over her horn-rimmed glasses.

I swallow the nervous lump in my throat. “To be honest, no. I mostly listen in on Saturday nights for the midnight plays.” I glance at Nellie, hoping to see some sort of reaction on her face. “Which I really enjoy, by the way. Most of the time I just listen to what I have on my phone.” I’ve fucked it up, I can say that for certain.

“Well, for your information,” the woman murmurs. “We have the news program, morning, noon, and evening. There’s the weather forecasts at seven, one, and five. Traffic reports twice a day, before morning and evening news. We have the culture hour, which includes books, theatre, music reviews. There are thirty-minute music blocks between each segment, and then music goes all night until five the next morning. Various other programs are interspersed, mainly recordings from other local stations.” She looks at me again. “All in all, we have five on-air staff, including their producers on-site.”

“Oh,” I murmur as I fidget in my seat. “That’s not as many as I thought.”

“Several are from other stations that we patch in.” She looks back at her clipboard. “How many people do you manage now, Elise?”

“Oh goodness. Two dozen?” I chuckle. “More around the holidays, of course. Then it’s almost fifty.” 

“Then five should be easy.” She stands up from the table, followed by the two people flanking her. “I trust you to show your sister the ropes, Nellie.” She leaves the room, with the other two following close behind her.

Once the door closes, I look at Nellie. “What just happened?”

Nellie shrugs. “I think you’re hired.”

What happens after that is a blur. I give in my two weeks at Aurora’s. My boss pitches an absolute temper tantrum and just straight-up fires me. That’s fine, of course. It gives me a few days off before I start working at the radio station. 

Nellie gets me ready, giving me tours, teaching me the lingo and getting me acquainted with the programming. The five on-air talents consist of the newscaster, the weather forecaster, the music DJ, the culture hour host, and a general host who does all the odd jobs on air.

I start listening to the station before my job begins, just so I can get acquainted with who I’ll be working with. Everything is pretty much as expected - except for the arts and culture segment. The voice of the host is, in a word, heavenly. Deep, rich, and velvety, like a good piece of chocolate cake. Why was I not warned so I could prepare myself?

“You’re listening to Arts Share, with your host Jeremiah Moss. Today, I’m going to be talking about a pretty important anniversary in the world of cinema. We’ll have a historian with us who has made themselves an expert on this amazing topic, as well as some interesting trivia you may or may not know. Stay tuned, after these messages.”

Jeremiah Moss could read me all the mean things said to me in high school, and I would still melt into pudding. What am I going to do when I actually meet him?

My first day on the job I have to arrive early, just around seven, just as the traffic report is coming on. The early news reporter is a very sweet woman, and we chat for a long time before she has to go on air again. I get settled, meeting the producers and talent one by one as I decorate my new office.

Around noon, just as I’m thinking about lunch, a man pokes his head through my doorway. “I hope I’m not too late.” He’s a deer minotaur, with a voice like fine chocolate cake.

I almost drop my tablet. I quickly set it down as he comes into the room. His antlers spread out quite a bit, but that’s not what’s impressive about him. 

“You must be Jeremiah,” I say breathlessly. “Hi!”, I stumble as I get up, nearly tripping over absolutely nothing, and extend my hand to him. “I’m Elise, and-”

“Nellie warned me,” he says with a shake of his head. He grins at me and shakes my hand. “Jeremiah is my on air name, you can call me Jerry.” He’s a stunning representation of masculinity. He’s built like a Sequoia tree, incredibly tall, and his arms are as big around as my thighs and look twice as hard.

Standing before him I become hyper aware of my own body, my thick waist and hips, my butt and boobs that might as well be shelves. I could probably stand on my own shoulders and still not meet his eyes. But I like the view I had of him now. I’m sure if I wanted to I could bring him to his knees.

“I wanted to meet with you before I went on air, just to see what was on the up and up.” He clasps his hands together before him. “I was also wondering if you had any time to discuss some ideas I had for the show.”

“Ideas for the show?” Beautiful and a thinker. I might just have to bring him to his knees. “I wasn’t aware that you wanted to make any changes.”

“I never told anyone,” he shrugs. “The last manager was kind of… terrifying. Not to speak ill of the dead, but Mr. Ramone might have been the devil at the crossroads. I tried not to talk to him if I didn’t have to.”

“Ah,” I nod. “That explains a few things. There was a bottle of souls in one of the drawers.”

Jerry grins, breaking into a sort of laugh I can only compare to heaven. “That’s good. But yeah, I’ve wanted to change up a few things for a while now, he was always a stickler for tradition.”

“We can talk,” I nod. “I’d like to talk with all the talent and see if they have anything they want to do. This will be good practice for me.”

“How about after my show, then?” he asks. “I get done at three, so maybe we can talk then go out for dinner?”

I’ve been asked out by a wide assortment of men, but like those heart-shaped chocolate boxes there were a few that had questionable stuff inside. With Jerry, I feel like I’m biting into luscious caramel or fudge. 

“Yeah!”, I clear my throat when I realize I might sound too excited. “I mean, if you feel like it after work. Your dance card must be full.”

“I usually go to the gym after work,” he says with a shrug. “But this is more important. At least, I want it to be.”

“I’m like a ninja at the gym,” I chortle. “You’ll never see me there.” Bad jokes are fun, but who knows if they’ll fly with him?

Jerry’s smile appears again, and he laughs. “You’re funny.”

Oh good, he has taste. “I’ll see you at three, then. I’ll be eager to see what you have in mind for the program.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate your time.” He ducks down to exit through the door.

I exhale, sitting down in my chair and leaning back. I thought I could handle beautiful people, but Jerry might be something else altogether. I’m going to have to build up a tolerance to him if I have any hopes of surviving here.

By three I’ve met almost everybody. There are still a few late-night employees I haven’t met, but I plan to come in Saturday night to meet most of them when they participate in the midnight play. I’ve listened to Jerry’s show, enjoying his interview with a local author and a discussion on fan-created content and its impact on media today. It’s a refreshing take, something I haven’t heard outside of podcasts or the internet itself. 

“Sorry I’m late.” Jerry stoops to come into the office. “I was still talking to my guest from today.”

“No worries.” I set my things aside and pull out a pen and paper. “I’m still getting used to everything and meeting all the people.”

Jerry’s sleeves are rolled up, showing off his arms. His shirt is  unbuttoned at the top, showing off the patch of white fluff between his collarbones. The collar flaps open slightly, giving me a good enough peek at the muscle beneath.

“So.” Jerry clears his throat as he takes out a binder. “I’ve had ideas for the program ever since I took over. You may know that Arts Share started around twenty years ago, and since then it’s not changed much.” He scoots his chair closer and lays his binder open on my desk. “It was bad enough with Mr. Ramone when I took over, but he hammered me to keep the show as close to the original as possible. It was quite stifling.” He takes a pair of glasses from his front pocket and places them over his blue eyes.

Oh, gosh. His eyes are blue, I hadn’t noticed that before.

“The show you did today was really good.” Our eyes meet, and my heart starts to speed up. “It was refreshing and different. Most culture programs talk about books or the importance of classics.” I shrug. “I think more content like that could bring a younger crowd back into the mix. Could lead to new sponsors.”

Jerry grins. “You’ve been doing your homework.”

“It’s my job.”

“That’s part of what I want to do, too.” Jerry points to the binder. “I want to start reaching out to a broader audience, bringing people in rather than just have them listen.” He gets more excited the more he talks, and I can see the light beaming from his eyes. “I get bored,” he confesses. “I want to be able to come to work and feel excited every day, not like I have to read a script off a page. I know that’s part of it, but why not make something a little more spontaneous?”

“I get where you’re going. But it’s going to take time to work on this, to get people on board and keep them listening.” I look him over. He still has that light shining from him. “If you’re willing to put in that much work to it, then I really want to see results.”

Jerry grins. “I’ve been waiting on this for a long time, Elise.” His beautiful voice matches the radiance in his eyes. “If you’re willing to put up with me, then I’m in for all the boulders we have to push up the hill.”

I’ve taken some notes already, putting down bullet points for my own thoughts and concerns to work through. “Then I think we should start working on this plan of yours.”

“Thank you!” Jerry sighs with relief.  His whole body changes, sagging as if released from a heavy weight he was holding up.

“You weren’t scared, were you?” I put my hand on my chest, fanning out my fingers for dramatic effect. “Of lil’ ole me?”

He gives me an all-too-brief look before he snickers. “I told you! Mr. Ramone was terrifying, and I didn’t know what to expect from you. He was a silver fox and he was hell. You’re so very cute, I wasn’t sure if you’d be evil too.”

I can’t help but burst out laughing. “I’m sorry, what?”

“I have a cat!” he laughs. “She’s very cute but she will rip my face off. I thought you’d be the same way. Mr. Ramone has me gunshy!”

“I can’t believe you called me cute,” I chortle. “You can compliment me more if you like. I don’t mind.”

“I’m serious.” He looks at his watch. “Oh shit, it’s almost six. We’ve been talking for hours!” He stands up from his chair. “Where do you want to go eat? I’ll treat you for keeping you.”

“You know, I live around here, but I’ve spent so much time elsewhere I don’t know exactly what we have.” I slip on my coat and grab my bag. “What do you recommend?”

“You know, I’m not too sure. I usually try not to eat out too much. I would offer to cook for you, but it’s so late...” He ducks through the doorway again as we leave. 

“You cook?” I smirk up at him.

“I try to stick to a particular diet because of my fitness regimen.” He seems almost embarrassed as he says this. 

“What’s wrong with that?” I ask.

“I feel like an idiot saying this… My brother is getting married,” he grumbles. “He’s older than me, and, well...” He slouches as we come to the exit. “I’ve always tried to keep in shape, but when he told me… I dunno, guess I’m jealous.”

“You want to look prettier than your brother on his wedding day?” I try to keep from laughing.

“Is that bad?” he grimaces. 

I open the door to the parking lot, holding it as he ducks through. “I remember when Nellie got married, I kind of went through the same thing. I was happy for her, but a little jealous, questioning why I hadn’t gotten married yet.” I look up at him as he frowns. “I had to decide for myself if I wanted to be miserable with what I had or happy with it. I realized I was in control of what my life was, not other people.”

“But Morris and I have always competed for everything. At least I want to have a better body than him.” He laughs and shakes his head. “Does that make sense?”

“I understand siblings,” I smirk. “You can both have the upper hand somewhere, but you still want to put your thumb on top of theirs.”

He winks at me, and for a moment I think my knees might buckle. “That’s it exactly.”

Over the next few weeks, Jerry and I collaborate on the changes we want to make to Arts Share. I have to bring the ideas to the board for approval, which in itself isn’t awful. I quite enjoy making presentations. The thing is, I get nervous on Jerry’s behalf. I want him to succeed, and the more we work together, and the better friends we become, the more nervous I get. It’s a vicious cycle, if there was any.

Once a week we have dinner at a small twenty-four hour diner, where they have the best pie and biscuits. It’s Jerry’s one night a week he indulges himself, eating to his heart’s content. To be honest, I don’t understand the concept of ‘cheat days’, but he is insistent on keeping his diet until his brother’s wedding.

“You should come to the gym with me sometime,” he suggests out of thin air.

I set down my coffee mug and give him a once over. “You saying that this dollop of cream isn’t perfect as is?” I wave my hand up and down.

Jerry’s smirk is a tempting one. “Maybe I want to show off.”

I nearly spew my coffee. “Seriously?” I set my mug back down. 

“I’ve got some friends down at the gym,” he says. “Nice guys, dumb, but great.” He starts digging into his pie. “They’re asking me if I have any single friends.”

I arch my brow at him. “So you’re throwing me into the water with those sharks?”

“What?” He says through a mouthful. “You’re cute, funny, and smart. Any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“Do go on.” I lean forward on the table. “OK, so, who are these dumb, great guys? Are they gym rats like you?”

“Cedric is a trainer, and Mikey is a civil rights lawyer.” He winks at me. “I’d aim for Mikey.”

I smirk. “Why don’t you?” 

“Because Mikey is way too good for me.” His boyish grin grows by the second.

I lean back in my seat, taking my coffee mug into my hands. I glance towards the window, then suck air through my teeth. “Oh please don’t tell me it’s snowing!”

Jerry follows my line of sight. “OK, I won’t, but I’d be lying to you.”

“It wasn’t supposed to snow!”, I take out my phone as I go over the weather forecast. “What the hell do we pay Magot for?”

“To read a forecast we got from the TV station.” Jerry stands up to get a closer look. “It isn’t too bad.”

“That’s not what I mean,” I sigh. “The heat in my car isn’t working, and I haven’t refilled my gas tank yet.” I chew the inside my cheek as I try to think of the best way to survive the trip home. “I get cold even in the summer.”

“I have a wood stove,” Jerry replies.

I eye him sharply. “You’re a lumberjack, too?”

He shrugs. “I also have a guest bed. I can run you home in the morning so you can change, then take you to work.”

I remember the woodstove my grandfather used to have, and how Nellie and I would camp in front of it when we visited. It would be nice to revisit that toastier-than-toast feeling. 

I sit up in the booth. “Only if you’re sure you don’t mind.”

Jerry finishes his pie. “I’ll even lend you my shirt to sleep in.”

I sigh again. “Fine.”

His home is a short drive out of town and down a winding road through the woods. The cabin is nestled perfectly amongst the trees, like some sort of fairy-tale oasis. I was never certain how to picture Jerry’s living situation, but this is both perfect and a surprise.

“It was my dad’s,” he says. “Originally it was a hunting cabin, but Morris and I got it renovated before he moved for his job.”

“What does he do?” I’ve barely been out of the car twenty seconds, and already I’m shivering, my teeth chattering from the cold.

“He’s a professor.” He unlocks the door, then pushes me inside. “I’ll get the woodstove stoked. Make yourself at home.”

Jerry gets me situated once the wood stove is roaring. He gives me extra blankets, and a real down comforter! I fall asleep so fast I almost get whiplash. It’s such a deep sleep that in the morning, I don’t realize where I am. I stumble through the cabin like I’m still at home. I open a door and walk through to find Jerry standing before me.

“What’re you doing in my house?” My voice is still garbled from sleep.

Jerry turns around with a towel at the side of his head, which he quickly whips down to cover himself. “Elise?” he stammers.

I rub my eyes as I look around the room. “Where’s my bathroom?”

“Elise,” he sighs as he ties the towel around his waist. “Remember? You stayed the night in my house?”

“Your chest is big,” I yawn. “Mine’s bigger.”

“You’re not a morning person, are you? Jerry steps close, keeping his hand around the towel just in case. “Why don’t you go back to bed? It’s still pretty early.”

I tilt my head to the side. “Are you naked?”

“Yes, I just got out of the shower!”

“Ah, OK.” I turn and walk away. I flop back down on the bed, falling half asleep before I wake up with a start. “Oh my god, I saw his dick!” I gasp to myself. I can hear him in the kitchen. I grin, reveling in the horny schoolgirl feeling for a few seconds. His body was immaculate - of course it was. He works hard enough on it. But that third leg was all natural.

I get up and peek into the kitchen, seeing his back to me. I’ve tried not to stare at him too much at work - he’s my friend and coworker after all - and I’m not going to be greedy. But now that I’ve seen him like I’ve paid a nickel at a peep show, it’s hard to ignore the thought of him naked.

“Sleep well?” He glances at me before turning back to the stove.

“I think so. I can’t even remember falling asleep.” I make myself a cup of coffee, then sit down at his table.

“You know,” he says cautiously, “I was thinking. Before I introduce you to my friends, maybe you could be my plus-one at the wedding.”

“You don’t have a date?” I laugh.

“No, and hush!” He slides pancakes onto a plate. “I’ll take care of everything, I just need you to be some arm candy.”

“You want my dress low-cut, or backless?” I wink at him as I sip my coffee.

Jerry chuckles shyly. “Whatever you wear, I’m sure you’ll look great.”

“Why me? Surely a specimen such as yourself could find a willing captive for such a romantic event?”

He sets the plates of pancakes on the table. “It’s too soon to ask anyone. Even if I started dating someone now it would be too late to arrange for someone else to come to the wedding on such short notice.” He gives me puppy dog eyes. “Pretty please, Elise?”

I roll my eyes. “If you’re so desperate, who am I to turn down a charity case?” I give him a friendly smile. “I’d love to go.”

“Thank you!” He relaxes. “I promise, I’ll make sure you have a good time.”

“I’m not worried about that.” I watch his arms flex as he eats. I’m worried about this crush I suddenly have. 

Since he’s in the wedding party, we end up leaving work the Thursday before. We drive there, then immediately go to the dress rehearsal. I meet his brother Morris, who is a bit aloof, but just as handsome as Jerry.

That evening, when we finally check into the motel, there’s a bit of a shock waiting for us. “One bed,” I murmur. “Guess you’re sleeping on the floor.”

Jerry gives me a pitiful look.

“I’m joking! We’re adults, we can share.” I set my bags aside. “I just want to get out of this awful dress.”

“You look amazing.” His voice still sounds wary. “What’s awful about it?”

“You really don’t understand the trials women go through to feel beautiful.” I tap my shoulder as I turn around. “Can you unzip me?”

“I can, but-” Jerry’s fingers tremble when he touches me. He pulls down the zipper, then quickly steps away. 

“Thank you.” I glance back up at him. “You OK?”

Jerry frowns, avoiding eye contact.

“You’re not still worried about the bed are you? Look, it’s fine. I don’t mind sharing.”

Jerry grumbles. “But I do. I won’t be able to get comfortable. I’ll be on guard all night.”

“I’m not going to eat you,” I laugh.

His eyes flick back to me. “No, but… I keep picturing eating you.”

My eyes widen, and all at once blood rushes to my face. “Whoa.”

“I know!” He sits down on the bed and holds his head in his hands. “I’ve had a crush on you ever since you came to work at the station! I thought I could get over it, but now these feelings are just...” He grunts loudly and shakes his head. “Stupid.”

I sit down on the bed beside him. “They’re not stupid.” I place my hand on his knee. “I’m flattered.”

“I’m sorry. Maybe I should try to get another room. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” His eyes linger on me. “You’re so beautiful, Elise, but you’re also my friend.”

“You’re my friend too.” I pull down my dress, then unclasp my bra. I watch as his eyes go wide and his jaw drops open. “And I don’t think you’re going anywhere tonight.”

He looks at me in disbelief, then slowly moves in close. “You’re sure about this?” 

“I think we’re on the same page, Jerry.” I take his hand and place it over my breast. “Let’s indulge.”

His hand squeezes, and his mouth presses against mine. We kiss, falling onto the bed with his waist between my legs. I rip at his clothes, pulling his shirt off, but it gets tangled in his antlers. His strong hands grope my soft body, digging into the plump flesh. He kisses my breasts, removing my dress so I am laying naked beneath him. He grins at me, a hungry look coming into his eyes. He pushes up my legs, holding my ankles in his hands.

“I’ve been seeing this in my dreams.” His eyes drink me in, and I watch as his tongue glides over his mouth. The bulge in his pants looks painful, but he has me positioned so that I can’t free it. I look back up at him as he rubs down the back of my legs. He gropes my ass, digging his fingers in hard. I let out a soft cry, then bite my lip.

“Stand up for me.” His sultry voice is my weakness. “I want to see.”

I do as he asks, standing before him while he leans back on the bed. I rub my hands down my body, feeling the heat pool between my thighs as he watches. 

“It’s better than my imagination.” He slowly undoes his belt and opens up his pants. His underwear tents forward. He pulls down the elastic, and his cock pops out before flopping heavily onto his stomach. 

“So I wasn’t seeing things,” I chuckle. I walk up close to him and place my hands on his thighs. 

“So you did see. I thought you were still asleep that morning.” He cups the back of my head and tangles his fingers in my hair. “You know, when you came in that day, my shirt was tucked under your boobs, and you weren’t wearing any panties, either.”

I smirk. “I have a tendency to strip in my sleep.”

Jerry bends me over the bed and places his hands on my ass. He rubs and strokes, then gently smacks the soft flesh. I moan and giggle as he pets me. He pops and pets, smacks and strokes. He kisses my ass, running his tongue over my skin. His fingers slip between my thighs, finding me dripping.

“Damn,” he groans. His fingers slide along my labia. “You ready?”

“The moment I saw you.” Bracing myself, I feel him rise behind me. He lifts my hips and his cock rubs against my thigh. “Hurry, put it in before I have to beg.”

Jerry chuckles, slipping his fingers away. His cock replaces them, rubbing along my slit and then between my cheeks. His hand claps my ass, and I cry out into the bed. His strong hands wrap around my waist, pulling me closer. Once he is in place, he goes slow. He teases me with the tip, pushing in before slipping back. He goes a bit deeper, then pulls away from me completely. 

“Just put it in!” I whine.

Jerry laughs. “Greedy, aren’t we?” He kneads his fingers into my ass. “Be patient. I just want to make sure you’re not going to hurt me,” he teases.

I grunt in frustration and thrash my arms back before I grip onto the sheets again. “I’ll hurt you if you don’t give it to me.”

“Is that what you want?” he singsongs.

“Yes!” I roar.

“Then take it.” He pulls me back against him, his entire cock fitting snugly inside me. The sudden, hard thrust presses deep inside me, making me cry out a little too loud. I squeeze tightly around his shaft, feeling every turgid inch of him.

“Want more?” His hands stroke up my sides and reach under, grabbing my breasts. “Or have you learned a lesson?”

“More,” I wheeze. “Give me more!”

He bends over, kissing my shoulder and neck. “You sure?”

“I’ll bite you,” I whimper.

“You don’t sound very convincing.” His hips pull back, nearly all the way out, and he stalls there, his head wrapped in my lips. “But...” He slams hard and deep back inside me. I cry out again, squeezing even tighter around him.

“Like. This. Huh?” The words punctuate his movements, and with each hard thrust I feel myself unravel a little more. I grunt and sigh, taking him as he moves inside me. 

“Elise,” he moans in my ear. “You feel so good.” He rolls me onto my side, wrapping my leg around his waist. His fingers work over my clit, watching my body jiggle as he thrusts into me. He kisses me, adding to the already overwhelming sensations he’s delivering. His deep thrusts, his skilled fingers send a rush of electricity surging through my body, slowly collecting in my core.

My voice grows higher, wailing the harder he moves, the slicker his fingers become. I clamp down hard around his cock, almost screaming until he kisses me. His tongue silences me, but so does the electric current going up my spine. The release is hard, nearly knocking me from this world and into the next. 

He snarls and groans, gritting his teeth hard. He overflows within me, pooling inside before slowly trickling out.

After a moment I start to giggle. I lay there, tittering behind my hand. Jerry looks at me, confused and delirious. “What’s so funny?”

I smirk and turn to look at him. “I always have a giggle after a good orgasm.”

“It was good?” His smile is sleepy. 

I kiss him and stroke my hand down his chest. “Very.” I untangle his shirt from his antlers, then snuggle up beside him. I kiss his chest and neck while his hand rubs down my back. “Was yours?”

“I think I went blind for a second,” he breathes. He sits up and looks me in the eye. “Look, I don’t just sleep with anyone. If it’s alright with you, I think...”

I kiss him to silence him. “I’m not going to your gym to meet your friends,” I tell him. “Unless you introduce me as your girlfriend.”

Jerry breaks into a huge grin. “Really?”

“You don’t think I’m a fool, do you?” I climb into his lap.

Jerry wraps his arms around me. “Of course not. You’re the smartest woman I know.” He kisses me. 

I grin and press myself close to him. “Keep going. I reward wonderful compliments.”