My Minotaur Husband (Stories from New Eden #1)

by Lyonne Riley

“I want someone to spoil,” the application reads. “Someone to go to the movies with me, to go out to dinner with me, to help me make my house a home. She needs to like dogs because I have two of them. I’m a good cook as long as meat isn’t involved, and I’m clean. I know how to do my own laundry and I actually like grocery shopping.”

He wears a tight-fitting white t-shirt over his huge chest, clearly outlining each of his rounded pectorals and thick, sturdy belly. I can tell there’s solid muscle under there, even if it’s not as defined,

He has a broad snout with a black nose, and wide-set, dark eyes that immediately make him look kind and mellow. His pelt is coal black and shining, with just a stripe of white running up the bridge of his muzzle and over his eyebrows. There’s another big patch of white down his throat and chest that fans out in a rather tantalizing manner under his shirt.

I realize just how tall he is—and how broad and beefy his shoulders are. Is it tacky of me to think he’s beefy?

He looks good. Better than good. He’s like a lava cake, spilling over with delicious dark chocolate.

So when he’s alone, Theo likes to listen to death metal?

“So you do have other hobbies!” I grin to show that I’m teasing. “Number one: Movies. Number two: Listening to death metal.”

The movie Theo’s picked is about a concert violinist working her way up from childhood poverty to playing first chair in a world-class orchestra. He was right in choosing it. My eyes well up with tears at least three times, and by the big climax of the movie, I’m outright crying.

A hand lightly brushes my skin. Startled, I look up to find Theo reaching over the armrest to rub up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

When I’m finally recovered and the movie is winding down, I lean and rest my temple on Theo’s big bicep. For a moment he tenses up, and I wonder if I’ve overstepped. But then he relaxes, even adjusting his arm to slide it over my shoulder and bring me in closer to his chest.

“That’s what I asked for, isn’t it?” he says, gently guiding me to a table with a hand at my lower back. “Someone I could spoil?” That is true, and it’s one of the reasons I chose him. I wanted to feel cared for in whatever relationship I have. “Yes, you did,” I admit. “Then that’s what I’m going to do,” he says firmly. “For as long as you’ll let me.”

“You asked me why I’m still single.” He rubs a thumb over the back of my hand anxiously. “It’s because I don’t make the move. I don’t say what I want. I don’t know how.”

“Well, I can tell you right now what I want.” Theo’s gaze jumps to mine, and he nods eagerly. “Yes. Please tell me.” “I want you to kiss me.”

I meet his tongue with mine and quickly, our chaste kiss becomes something different, more urgent, more lavish.

His hand splays across my hip, brushing my ass, and instinctively my body presses into his. Theo answers with a grunt, and suddenly he pulls his mouth away from mine.

“Let yourself get whisked away,” Maddie tells me. “You’re very whiskable.”

“You’ll have to carry me back to the car.” I moan melodramatically. “I can barely move.” In an instant, Theo scoops me up into his arms, and I let out a squeal of surprise.

“Oh, that picture.” He runs a hand down his face with a groan. “I forgot about that. One of my coworkers insisted I go shirtless. He wanted it to look like, what is it? One of those firefighter calendars?” That explains the look on his face in the photo, a combination of sultry and awkward. I laugh.

I can’t stop thinking about it and how much I wanted to touch it. What would Theo do with it if it were freed? I imagine other places his hands could be besides just brushing over my hip.

As I pass Theo’s room, I hear a sound—a deep, low grunt, and then Theo’s gasping breaths. I freeze, stopping in front of the door. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to piece together what’s happening on the other side.

I imagine him with his hand wrapped around his dick, and I wonder what it looks like. I wish I could see him, his fist pumping as he gets closer, but just the sound of his low moan as he climaxes is enough to do me in.

Theo’s breath hitches, and every bone in my body wants to just reach out and touch it. But is he as ready for me as I am for him?

I trace my hands down to his thigh, and then finally, I brush over the long bulge that’s only gotten bigger and harder. Theo exhales sharply.

His hands trail up my sides, grazing the swell of my breasts and dipping down again. He’s looking at me like I’m the only other person in existence.

Then his hands are on me, rubbing my nipples, cradling them between his big, thick fingers while he teases the tips with his thumbs. I’m melting into his hands, and they’re holding me up as he leans down to take one of my breasts in his mouth.

I’m arching into him and he’s sucking me harder, brushing just the edge of his flat teeth over each nipple. I wonder if I could come like this, with only his hands and mouth on my tits.

I try to focus on my task of teasing him through his jeans, up and down the length of him. He groans and his hips spasm, and I wonder if it feels as tight and uncomfortable inside there as it looks.

He unzips his jeans and pushes them off his hips, pulling his tail out through the slot at the back. Then he kicks them off and he’s just in his boxer-briefs, which fit perfectly around his toned ass and impressively large package.

The way he says it, I imagine hours of my huge minotaur taking me in front of those mirrors. That’s what I need, right now. “I want to feel your hands on me,” I say. “I’ve... I’ve wanted it for a while now.”

He circles my outer lips with the pad of his finger, as if he’s just getting to know me, and I gasp. Then he ducks under the hood and presses a ghost of a touch on my clit, which earns a moan.

Unfortunately, Theo takes his time, stroking again and again until my small slit is weeping with my arousal.

He reaches down and his finger gently presses inside, and I’m surprised by how large he is, how much my muscles have to relax just to let it in. “So small.” Theo sinks his finger in deeper and it feels so good, like an appetizer before an amazing meal. It’s just a hint of what’s to come.

He snags the band of his boxer briefs and pulls them down over his cock, and it suddenly springs free. It’s even bigger than I thought it was by the outline under his jeans. It’s black and thick and full with blood, and sizable veins spider across the length of it. A huge, dark sac hangs down below.

“We just have to get you ready.” Then his voice drops low, and I can feel that enormous cock against my thigh. “Stretch you out a little so you can fit me.”

The sensation of his rough tongue over my pussy instantly sets my skin ablaze. I moan and grip one of his horns as he traces my outer lips. Then he moves inward, and I’m holding on with both hands like I’m riding a motorcycle.

Once again he slides a finger inside me, and then another. Oh, those fingers are so big. It takes my body a moment to adjust, but soon he’s licking me and pumping me, urging me on toward that bright point at the end of the tunnel.

“This is step one,” Theo says, showing me the toy. Step one? I wonder how many steps there are. A bottle of lube follows, and he coats the head of the dildo with it. Then he kneels down in front of the bed so he’s peering up at me over my curls. “Can I put this inside you?”

I’m tighter than I anticipated, but Theo takes his time, and I’m overcome by the flicking of his tongue over me while the dildo retreats, then pushes through once more. Soon I’m writhing underneath him, my body taken over by tremors as he works it slowly inside me, just dipping it in as far as it will go and withdrawing it, softening me, loosening me up.

“You’re so beautiful, Celeste,” he murmurs against me. “I can’t wait until I can have you.” “I want you, Theo,” I moan as he buries the dildo ever deeper. “I want you, too,” he says between licks.

Still fucking me with the dildo, he reaches down to his own huge cock and strokes it with his other hand, watching me with half-lidded eyes as I thrash and moan.

He pumps himself faster, matching the tempo of the dildo. Pre-come drips from the tip of his huge cock, and he smears it around himself before continuing. “Not yet.” His movements speed up until he’s pounding into me and into his hand at the same time, as if he’s imagining himself in the dildo’s place just like I am.

I can see myself in the mirrors, writhing while Theo stands over me, running his hand up and down his incredible cock as he gazes down at me.

In the blinding brightness, I hear Theo grunt, and then moan as he reaches the sky with me. A powerful stream of white shoots out of him, lancing through the air to land on my belly. He squeezes himself a few more times, his shoulders curled with the sheer force of his orgasm, and even more of his come drips onto my thigh.

“When you’re used to it, we’ll try the bigger toy, and see how you accept that.” I quiver at the thought of another dildo, even broader than this one, filling me up. “And that’s so you can fit inside me?” I ask tentatively. “Yes. This way you’ll be ready to take me, and it will feel good.” He embraces me with his big arms and hands, wrapping me up tight. “So, so good.”

“I’ve wanted to climb you like a tree since you first kissed me,” I say. “In fact, I’ve been hoping you’d put the moves on me for days now.”

On his way out the door, Theo pauses to run a hand down my back, then cups my ass in a way that’s surprisingly bold. “Can’t wait to see you later,” he whispers in my ear. A shock of thrill rushes down my spine, and then he heads off for work, leaving me on the front step with a warm tingle between my legs.

It feels safe and easy to be around that Theo. Except for the fact he doesn’t know how to eat pizza.

Starting with just his fingers, he teases only the edges of my soft lower lips. Then he licks me and licks me, preparing me, getting me soaked and needy for what will come next. When he pulls out his cock, all I want is that, but I know I have to wait.

This time Theo guides me onto my belly, then pulls my rear up into the air. I’ve never been so exposed before, but I can see Theo’s look of pure lust in the mirrors as he slides the blue dildo into me from behind.

I’m mesmerized by the sight of us reflected back in the mirrors, me taking the dildo while Theo kneels down beside me, come already dribbling from the tip of his huge cock.