Rakshasa Boyfriend: Jian Part Two (complete)

“Where are you right now?” The text message pops up in the middle of the ASL class I’m taking. I’ve been taking the classes in secret since Jian and I started dating. I figured it would be nice to be able to talk together without the use of phones. We could look at each other rather than at phone screens for conversations.

“I’m with a friend,” I answer Jian.

“When you get a chance, I’d like to meet you somewhere. Plans fell through, so I’m free all evening.”

My heart bounces around as I check the clock on the wall. “I should be done here in a few minutes. Where can we meet?”

“That twenty-four hour bakery you showed me. I’ll be there in a second. Want me to order you anything?”

The teacher dismisses the class and passes out workbooks for us to take home. “Anything cinnamon, you know me,” I text.

“I’m learning.”

I leave the community center where the class takes place and make my way to the bakery. By the time I get there, Jian is sitting at a table, reading a newspaper while munching a donut in his other hand. I love the way he looks at me, his dark green eyes flicking up from the paper and lighting up. He stands as I approach and wraps one arm around me while the other dusts off the donut crumbs on his jeans.

We kiss, and I stand on my tiptoes to reach him better. He’s the first one to pull away, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 

“I’m glad you messaged me.” I say as he pushes a cup towards me. “I was getting hungry.” I take a sip of the drink, finding it frothy and full of cinnamon.

I check my phone for the message he’s typing. “I was wondering if you’d like to spend the night with me tonight.”

I suck in a breath I don’t intend to let go while a nervous ball bounces around in my gut. I glance up to Jian while he continues to type.

“I understand if you’re not ready for anything so intimate. But I have tomorrow off and you have tomorrow off, so I wanted to extend the offer, even if all we do is cuddle.”

I lick my lips and shyly glance up at Jian. “I don’t mind the intimacy,” I chuckle in a goofy voice. I quickly clear my throat. “I just don’t have a change of clothes.”

Jian smiles and types on his phone. “You can wear one of my shirts to bed or nothing at all. I also have a couple of stores near my place we can stop at.”

I bite my lip as I start to grin. “You buried the lead in there.”

Jian grins and nods. He reaches out over the table and takes hold of my hand. He rubs his thumb to my palm then gives me a tight squeeze. He doesn’t need to say anything, I understand what he is trying to ask me.

“Ok, you’ve convinced me.” My voice is soft and breathy. “I’ll come over and wear your clothes if you insist.”

Jian’s ears perk up, and he leans across the table to kiss me again.

“Nothing has to happen,” he texts. “Waking up next to you will be a reward in itself. I promise, I’ll behave.”

I duck my chin down slightly. “I don’t mind a little misbehavior.”

“A little, then.” He replies.

We get a box of donuts to take back to his place, and I ride home with him. It’s my first time seeing where he lives, so I’m very curious. We drive into a neighborhood where the houses start to get farther and farther apart the more we drive. Jian finally pulls up outside a stone cottage. He opens the car door for me and takes hold of my hand as we walk up the cobblestone path to his house.

“Whoa,” I murmur as he fumbles with his keys. “This place is beautiful!”

Jian opens the door and as I step inside. Automated lights come on, showing off a grand living room with a bar and fireplace. 

“Is there something about construction workers I’m not getting?” I say as I look up at him. “This place looks like it costs a million dollars.”

Jian shakes his head and shrugs.

“Did we break into someone else’s house?” I tease. I walk into the living room and look around. I set down my purse on the sofa as I turn to look at a wall full of books. My phone chimes, and I take it out to read his message.

“My family is wealthy.”

I turn back and look at him. “Are you a secret millionaire or something?”

“Trust fund brat,” his text answers. “I like working though, that’s why I work with the construction crew. I’ve been a bit nervous to tell you.”

I glance away from my phone to take in his sad expression. “Why?”

“I wanted you to like me for me.”

I set my phone down, then walk over to Jian and take hold of his two big hands. “Okay, let me see if I can get this right.” I let go of him and start signing with my hands. Jian’s eyes go wide, and he starts to sign as well.

“Whoa! Whoa!” I laugh and hold my hands up. “Slow down, you talk too fast.”

Jian lowers his hands and speaks slower. “I thought you said you didn’t know sign language.”

“I started taking a class,” I say out loud while signing. “I realized I really wanted to talk to you.” I then drop my hands. “It’s only been a few weeks though, so I’m not fluent yet.”

“You should have told me!” Jian’s eyes widen more. “I could have helped you practice!”

“I wanted it to be a surprise.” I fidget in place and look up into his eyes. “I thought, maybe, one morning, we’d wake up together and you’d roll over and we’d kiss and I’d start signing to you ‘Do you want eggs or bacon?’ and then you would be all cute and fluff up and I would-” Jian pulls me in to kiss me. He wraps his arms tight around me while I loop mine around his neck.

I giggle as our lips part. “You can help me now.” I press closer to his body. “I got a new workbook today.”

Jian presses a soft kiss to my forehead then smiles. He motions to my bag as he sits down on the sofa. 

“Ok, so,” I huff. I then take the workbook out. “How about we set up a reward system?”

Jian tilts his head as a grin spreads across his face. 

“If I do well on my assignments and practices, you’ll take me out to the Little Place.” I inch closer to him on the sofa.

Jian nods in agreement. 

“If I do well on my tests, you’ll let me stay the night.” I show him my test from class that evening. “I did excellent on this one!”

Jian shakes his head as he grins and kisses my cheek.

“And, let’s say, when I get good grades on my workbook reports...” I set the book aside and place my palm on his thigh. “Maybe we spend the night together doing something fun.”

A low growl rumbles in Jian’s throat, and he nods to me.

I gulp down a breath. “Uhm… workbook reports are once a month.”

Jian flips through the pages of the workbook, then chucks it over his shoulder. He leans into me, pushing me down onto the sofa. He crawls on top of me, kissing me and nibbling on my ears, then down my neck. 

“Jian,” I whimper as his hand snakes up my shirt. “Jian, wait a second.”

Jian sits up and kisses me. “Eat out,” he signs.

“Huh?” I sputter, all flustered, heated, and dreamy. “But we just got here. If you wanted to eat out, you should have-” Jian licks his chops and waggles his brows at me.

“Oh!” I gasp and clutch my hands to the front of my shirt. “Eat me out!”

Jian nods and pops the buttons on my shorts with one hand. He then tugs the zipper down while watching my expression.

“If you want to?” My voice squeaks.

Jian taps his finger to my lips. “No. You.” He signs.

I look down as my shorts lay open and my underwear is exposed. I then glance back up at Jian; his expression signals that he’s eager to please.

“I’d be stupid to say no,” I sigh.

Jian tugs off my shorts with one powerful yank. He tosses them aside as he kneels down, kissing my belly and my plump thighs. His sharp teeth drag along my skin while his dangerous eyes flick up to me to make sure I’m watching. 

His hot tongue presses against my panties while a low growl vibrates against my skin. I throw my head back against the sofa, panting in excitement as I feel the heat of his breathing. Jian pushes my panties aside so his warm breath hits me directly. My mind goes blank as his tongue presses to my slit. He growls again and inches closer. His big shoulders pin down my legs before he lifts them and swoops them over onto his back.

“Jian,” I mewl as I touch the top of his head. I run my fingers through his fur, then rub behind his ears. Jian gasps and his body lurches. His tongue slips inside me while his finger rubs and taps my clit.

“Oh… oh, wow!” I shiver and squeeze my thighs around his head. 

Jian’s fingers replace his tongue while his lips press kisses to my mound. His eyes glare up at me and before I know it, he’s trying to suck the life from me. I buck, lurching up from the sofa and wrapping my arms around his head. I’m bent like a pretzel, but the way he’s sucking my clit has made me forget I have a spine.

I fall limp against the sofa as Jian rises up. He licks his chops, then scoops me up in his arms. He carries me to his bedroom and lays me down on the grand bed. My legs feel useless, but at least the sheets feel cool against my skin.

Jian undresses down to his underwear and crawls into bed beside me. I reach for him, laying my hand on his chest, then weakly try to pull him closer. He complies and snuggles up beside me.

“That was amazing,” I lay my head on his thick arm and curl up to him.

Jian kisses the top of my head.

“Do you want to continue, or-” Jian taps his finger to my lips and shakes his head. “That was a thank you, wasn’t it?” I chuckle.

Jian nods.

“I didn’t do it for a thank you,” I murmur. “I did it because I wanted to make you feel more comfortable.” I tangle my legs with his. “I know it must be easier to do than texting.”

Jian nods again. He brushes his fingers down my cheek, then kisses the tip of my nose. He strokes his palm down my hip while a low purr rumbles his chest. I fall asleep pretty quickly after that. He is so soft and warm, I was barely able to hold on.

Come morning, I wake up as the little spoon. Jian’s pressed close with his arm wrapped around me. I smile and rub my rear against him. His arm tightens and there’s a nip at my ear.

“Good morning,” I stretch. “Sleep well?”

He kisses my neck.

“Me too.” I roll over so I can look up at him. “Would you like me to make breakfast?”

A sinister smirk crosses his face and he holds his hand up to sign. “Eat out.”

I push his hand away. “Is that all you want?”

Jian licks his chops and nods.

“I want breakfast!” I cackle as he shoves me back down into the bed, covering me in kisses and nibbles.

Despite our agreed upon reward system, I start to spend much more time with Jian in his home. He also helps me out with my assignments as well as being a boon to practicing. I find it easier to sleep at his place too. My parents like to stay up late and let the TV chatter on at all hours, but Jian’s place is quiet, relaxing, and like a spa retreat.

And yes, we fool around quite a bit, though we haven’t quite gone all the way. He has his fondness for eating me out and thigh jobs, using my closed thighs to pleasure himself. It gets me going like crazy. But for one reason or another, we have yet to actually have sex It hasn’t bothered me. In fact, I like the fooling around we’ve been doing. 

One evening, I go to his place, having just finished picking up groceries. I finish bringing in the bags just as Jian comes out of the shower. He furrows his brow at me as I start filling the fridge.

“What are you doing?” He signs.

“I’ve been staying here a lot.” I place a pineapple on the counter. “I thought it was only fair I contribute to the groceries.”

Jian walks up to me in nothing but a towel. His fur is damp, and he smells so good. “You don’t need to do this. I like having you here, that’s good enough for me.” he signs.

“I know, but-” I huff and blow a loose strand of hair from my face. “I want to help out. I don’t want to feel like a mooch. I’ve been here every night this week, I’m eating you out of house and home!”

“To be fair, I’m doing a lot of the eating.” He kisses my temple while I giggle. “When was the last time you went home?”

I think hard about it. “I have to get clothes at some point,” I grumble.

Jian takes hold of my hands and kisses my knuckles, looking into my eyes before letting go. “You should move in then.”

An electric shock trails down my spine. 

“I like having you here. It’s been great. Better yet, waking up with you and not alone has done wonders for me.” He grins and tilts his head to the side. “Your sign language has gotten better, too. We haven’t even needed to use texting as of late.”

“I really want to,” I whisper to him. “But are you sure, Jian? This is a really huge step.”

Jian kisses me. “I love you. I’m very sure.”

I grab hold of his hand and kiss his palm. As I look into his eyes, I take a deep breath. “I love you too.”

Jian picks me up and sets me on the counter. He kisses me and moves between my thighs. He then chuckles and looks down.

“I accidentally stepped on the groceries.”

I hold back my laughter. “Yeah, let’s put those away.” I slide off the counter and stoop down to pick up the bags and clean up the grapes he squashed. 

“We should talk more before we… fool around,” Jian signs.

“Yeah, I think so too.” I grin up at him. “What would you like for dinner? I’ll cook us something.”

“I’ll order out,” Jian replies. “I’ll text the Little Place and have them deliver us something.” He kisses my cheek.

“That sounds nice.” I clean up and finish putting away the groceries. Jian answers the door when the delivery comes, then sets the table with paper plates.

“Smells good,” I say as I come into the dining room. I put my arm around Jian’s back as I look at the spread on the table. “You hungry?”

“Nervous,” he replies. “I always eat a lot when I’m nervous.” He grimaces and puts his hand over his belly.

“Hey now,” I grab his hand. “I like this belly. In fact, I love this belly. Don’t start thinking mean things about it.”

Jian smiles down at me. “Yeah, I know,” he answers.

I sit down at the table while Jian opens up the containers. “Part of what made me look at you in the beginning is because you looked like this big, tall, strapping guy, but there was this softness to you too. You looked cuddly and warm. I just wanted to know what a hug from you would be like someday.”

“Do you like my hugs now that you know?” Jian asks.

“More than anything,” I grin up at him. “It’s all hard and gooey at the same time.”

“Gooey?” He even mouths the word as he signs.

“Oh, you know!” I laugh.

Jian kisses me. “I’m glad.” He sits down so I start eating. “So, moving in? What have you got that needs to be moved?”

“Clothes, mostly.” I huff. “Some stuff in storage. I moved in with my parents so I can’t remember all the things in there.” I look around his place. “I don’t want to move anything in if it’ll get in the way.”

“Nonsense,” Jian frowns. “This will be your home. Your things belong here with you.”

I giggle. “Even my inflatable chair?”

Jian sets his utensils down and gives me a hard glare. “Are you seven years old and living in the nineties?”

I sputter and throw my head back laughing. “Okay. So not that!”

Jian reaches under the table and squeezes my thigh. “Anything else is very much welcome. I’ll make room in the closet and I’ll get us a new chest of drawers.”

I kiss him, cupping his soft fur in my palm. “I hate that I had to find a rich boyfriend to get my own place.”

Jian arches his brow at me.

I snicker again. “I’m kidding. I’m kidding.” I then stroke my palm up his lap. “Well, I think we should celebrate.” I press my palm to his groin and feel his bulge. “Perhaps even go further than a thigh job.”

Jian growls and bites the tip of my ear. He grabs my wrist and drags me to the bedroom. He tosses me down onto the bed and strips off his shirt.

“I was going to wait until you graduated from your class. But I think this will take precedence.” He yanks off my pants and tosses them away.

“What about our wedding?” I tease.

Jian’s head jerks up and he stares at me with a strange bewildered expression. “Our wedding?” He mouths.

“It was a joke!” I gasp. “I was teasing! Jian!” I kiss him, trying to bring him out of the stupor I inflicted upon him. “I was joking with you.”

Jian growls and pushes me back down. “I have considered it. But one step at a time.”