Dashing Devil Omnibus 2: Books 4-6, page 10
“It’s not that…” Tinker sighed again. “I was just hoping for an excuse to not make something you had to screw into your bones. I knew you weren’t the type to say ‘I told you so’ from your profile and talking to Silvie. You reserve using ‘I told you so’ only for when someone does something dumb you warned them multiple times not to do.”
“Does it really make you that uncomfortable to make these?” Boyd asked, taking his stool next to Tinker.
She watched him as he did, as if expecting him to scoop her up into his lap again. As soon as he felt a tinge of disappointment on their Bond when it appeared he wasn’t going to, he changed his mind and did just that.
“Eep!” Tinker squeaked as he leaned over to grab her around the waist. He had her halfway to his lap before she added, “W-wait! The o-other way.”
Boyd paused for a moment, wondering if that might be a touch intimate for the current stage of their relationship. His other self was enthralled by the way the differences in their sizes allowed his hands to literally encircle her waist. Which he would have to continue to hold on to if she faced him—purely to support her, of course.
His other self reminded Boyd that she had obviously left those buttons undone for a reason and that facing her away from him would be inconsiderate. Mindy insisted that he was supposed to be embracing his other self, so Boyd spun the littler inventor around and lowered her down to straddle his lap.
His big hands continued to hold her around the waist, his thumbs resting together just under her ribs while his middle and ring fingers met over her spine—just to support her, of course. The enjoyment that he sensed from Tinker at the reminder of their comparative sizes always surprised him. He’d decided that it had to be a fetish, given the nature of the enjoyment and the deepening of the blush high on her cheeks. It was not an embarrassed blush.
Her big hazel eyes were wide as she stared up into his amber gaze. “T-this will be better for t-talking,” Tinker stuttered, then bit her tender lower lip and dropped her chin. “Unless you think it’s weird. Is it weird?”
Boyd sensed a wave of insecurity flow through their Bond. While she liked their size difference, she wasn’t sure if he did. She seemed unsure of what to do with her hands, at first, but they eventually came down to rest on his forearms, gripping gently but not even coming close to encircling his much larger limbs.
“No, it’s not weird,” Boyd assured her, giving her an exceptionally careful squeeze.
Between his history in the PAC, along with recent developments, Boyd was now a stalwart supporter of the concept of open and honest communication. He still winced when he thought of the damage his withdrawing from all contact and communication had done to Silvie. He’d only learned of it after becoming one with her.
“At first, the difference in our sizes was a concern for me,” Boyd rumbled gently, causing her to frown and her eyes to drop further.
Boyd chuckled, “I said ‘at first’… and even then it wasn’t because I didn’t find you attractive. At the very least, I found you incredibly cute—and that was in the big grease-strained coveralls after working straight through the night. When you try even a little, that ‘incredibly cute’ jumps up to somewhere between ‘adorable’ and ‘irresistible’.”
That drew her big hazel eyes up to his again. They went wide as her cheeks flushed a deeper red. “R-really?”
“Mhmm,” Boyd hummed. He made a point of glancing down between them and smiling in approval.
She had clearly put in some effort. It would be rude not to acknowledge it—just like his other self said. As her eyes returned to hers, she bit her plump and tender lower lip again and took a deep breath through her nose. That’s when he realized she had even put on a little high-sheen lip-gloss.
“I was just worried about hurting you,” Boyd explained. “Not only am I big, but I have A-ranked strength.”
It was his turn to blush. “My ego might have been concerned about other size differences as well, but that only lasted until I remembered that particular piece of… ah… equipment, I guess… resizes.” He ended on a chuckle and a chagrined smile as he felt his cheeks heating up.
It seemed to take her a moment to catch on to his innuendo, then her pink blush deepened into a red comparable to tomatoes. “Oh! Ummm…” Tinker’s voice faded off before she gave him her response.
Boyd sensed that it would be better for him to push on before his attempt at levity backfired. “I was also concerned that you might be… intimidated by my size and just trying to ignore it because of the Enhancement,” Boyd continued, carefully keeping any hint of accusation out of his voice. “Not that I…”
“That’s not it!” Tinker blurted out.
True to his prediction, she cut him off before he could finish the thought. Her small hands gripped his forearms as if she feared he might suddenly disappear. A spike of anxiety surged across their Bond.
“I mean, that’s why I found out about you, and why I was interested in you for the first like two minutes after talking with Silvie, but from the moment I first read your profile it was always about more than the Enhancement.”
All this came out in a rush.
“Not that I think your interest is because of the Enhancement,” Boyd completed his sentence with a grin. “I’ve been sure of that since your first full day on the team. After our first date, I’ve literally felt how you feel about me—including the fact that my size excites you.”
“Oh!” Tinker jumped in surprise, the motion arrested by his loose grip around her waist. Her eyes fluttered in rapid blinks as embarrassment flooded their Bond. “Um… really? I didn’t think you would pick up on stuff like that yet.”
Boyd chuckled. “I guess Silvie didn’t warn you. That is the kind of stuff that I pick up on first.”
“Oh… Darn,” Tinker sighed, glancing up at him from under her long eyelashes. “Looking back, she just made it sound all so romantic.”
“Hmm,” Boyd nodded, “yeah. I can see her looking at it that way. I don’t think it was to mislead you, at least not in this case. Silvie just views physical intimacy as a part of romance.”
“Hehe, yeah,” Tinker giggled with a shy smile, still watching him from under her long eyelashes. “Looking back, I realize now that she wasn’t all that subtle about it. I think I just heard what I wanted to hear. Um… before I forget to ask again, I tried a little…”
She pressed her hands to her eyes and took several deep, calming breaths. “So… how is this?” She gestured with both hands, indicating herself as she asked, still somehow looking shy.
Boyd let his eyes shift up and down her petite form again. His big crimson hands circled her tiny pink-clad waist, making her both look and feel incredibly small. Boyd himself would have to come to terms with how much his other self liked that, because he really did.
His other self made Boyd aware that he liked being a protector, and that Tinker really set that off for him. Having to be gentle with her—having to hold himself back—only added to the experience. Mentally waving away this unwelcome bout of insight, he focused on the lovely vision that sat in his lap, who had very literally invited his inspection.
The artfully unbuttoned, leg-baring romper left a surprising amount of cleavage on display, given she was such a petite woman. It also felt just as soft beneath his hands as it looked, making him want to slide his fingers over it. The fragile-looking buttons ran almost all the way down the front. They were small enough to give his big fingers trouble—although that could be part of the fun with the right mindset.
That, mixed with her cute braids, the rosy blush that had settled on her cheeks, and the way she shyly watched him with her big hazel eyes with her chin slightly lowered, made his response clear.
“Irresistible,” Boyd rumbled the single word.
“R-really?” Her cheeks shifted back to a deeper red as she dipped her chin.
“Mhmm,” Boyd rumbled, giving her one of the grins that Silvie liked so much.
♥︎ Chapter 11 ♥︎
“G-good,” Tinker lifted her chin to look directly into his eyes, “b-because I decided I want to d-do it again—go down on you—if I’m going to make the wing thrusters for you. That should make it harder for you to say no, right?”
Boyd studied her eyes as they shifted slightly to stay centered on his own. While he did, he tried to get a better sense of her through their not-quite-stable Bond. Both what she had in mind and her certainty of what she wanted were clear. That was enough for him, but the brief pause must have made her feel she needed to justify her decision.
“Last time I got a big burst of energy, even though you made me go to sleep afterwards, and I think it might help now,” she said in her rapid staccato. “Plus, I know that I have a few more days to decide, but I didn’t really feel a change at the first stage. Which, using Silvie as a base, would indicate that I already felt more strongly about you than the first level of Enhancement triggers. I want to see if it’s the same for the second level.”
Boyd was fairly sure it would be. The first level triggered something akin to a particularly strong crush. The second was a more intense infatuation, which the pretty little inventor clearly already felt for him. That was okay, though. He’d already decided to keep her forever—if he could. That meant that he was in love with her. He just wasn’t sure if the third level would change how she felt about him, though he would rather it not.
His other self rolled his eyes at him from within his wood-slat room, making it known that Tinker falling in love with him was only a matter of time. So what if the realization that he could blow her mind on the regular was involved in her coming to love him fully? Sex wasn’t everything—but it wasn’t nothing, either. It was allowed to be important.
Boyd used his grip to dip Tinker’s upper body back so he could lean forward and softly rumble into her ear, “You don’t have to justify it. I want it, too.” Then he dipped his head into her neck, using his cheek to nudge her chin up to grant him access so that he could gently kiss at the curve where her neck met her shoulder.
“Oh,” she sighed as he kissed her shoulder.
Through their Bond, he sensed how much she liked how big and warm his lips felt against her sensitive skin. So, he did it again, shifting his head to find a spot a little higher on her neck. Then he tested her with a tiny, oh-so-careful, little nip just above the collarbone.
“Oh!” Tinker gasped, her powerful mind finally sidetracked.
She really liked the way his elongated canines felt as they brushed her skin. He could sense as her rapid thoughts slowed and centered on what his mouth was doing. He continued to shift from point to point, delivering gentle kisses and careful bites, following their Bond’s guidance to lull her deeper into the moment.
While his lips and teeth kept her distracted, his tail came up to support her back in her dipped position to free up his hands to shift along her hips, thighs, and waist. After doing that for a few moments and enjoying the sighs and gasps he was eliciting from Tinker as her excitement grew, he shifted his fingers to work at the tiny buttons on her romper.
Part of him wanted to just rip the garment open, but a larger part of him enjoyed the level of care and focus it took to get his big fingers to unfasten the fiddly things. He had Tinker distracted, so much so that she didn’t realize what he was doing until the first button came loose.
“W-wait,” she gasped after a kiss to the hollow formed by her dainty little clavicle. “I meant just like last time. I’m not ready for…”
“I know,” he murmured warmly into her neck. “No penetration, but I’m not forming the second level with you without reciprocating.” Boyd had picked up that the no penetration part mattered and assumed she wanted to save it for the third level, which he found himself approving of—at least with this particular woman.
“Um, is that—Ah! Is that a rule?” Tinker’s question was interrupted by another gasp.
“Hmm, an unofficial one,” Boyd rumpled as he got the second button undone, which was enough to free her full and perky breasts from the confines of the tight fabric and confirm his suspicion that she had forgone a bra for the occasion. “Besides… last time, you promised I could.”
“Oh-okay,” The word was broken by a sigh as he kissed a little lower on her shoulder, sliding the romper to the side. “But, I want to save—Ah!”
Boyd nipped her shoulder to cut off her reply. “I know, no penetration, but that still leaves me with all kinds of options.” He ran his left hand up over her wonderfully firm yet pillowy breast, brushing his palm over the small and firm nipple that capped it.
“Oh my,” she murmured as his lips worked their way down and across her upper chest then down to her breasts.
Here, he gave even gentler nips, scraping his canines gently across her areola, which she simply adored, bucking her hips against his abs before her legs wrapped tight around his waist, at least as far as they could.
“Ah! B-but I can’t…”
“We’ll get to me,” he rumbled with his lips pressed to her perky pink little nipple, leaning her back on his supportive tail while one hand stabilized her with a gentle grip that encompassed half her waist.
Tinker shivered against him and whined, “But I can feel how hard you are.”
Boyd didn’t doubt it. The little noises she was making had awakened him and his stiffness had pressed up urgently into the cleft of her amazing little bubble butt.
“Don’t you want… ohhhh…” Tinker’s response faded into a moan as a lust-muddled thought came to her. Then she ground that perfectly soft yet magically firm butt down and then up along his shaft.
Boyd groaned and gently kissed the nipple that he had been gently breathing against. Tinker repeated the motion, attempting to massage his now steel-hard shaft with her ass through his shorts. He set to work on her breasts and nipples, kissing and pulling at them gently with his lips, incorporating careful nibbles to elicit further gasps and moans.
Tinker’s breathing hitched and changed as he moved from point to point, which made getting the remaining buttons of her romper undone more difficult—especially since he was only using one hand that had to reach between them. The urge to simply tear the romper apart was getting stronger.
Tinker watched him, and he sensed she thought she should offer to undo the small buttons for him, but was enjoying him doing it so much that she didn’t. It took Boyd a few minutes, resisting the urge to rip and tear the whole way. By the time he was done with the tiny buttons, both of them were heated well beyond their boiling points.
“Oh my, I was… ahh… was warned you would be g-good at this, but I feel like my brain is m-melting,” Tinker whimpered.
Boyd smiled as he gently tugged on her left nipple with his lips and added a little twist to send a spike of pleasure through her. He finally got the last button undone, this one only a few inches above her womanhood, and purred his satisfaction.
“Eep!” Tinker was surprised by how much she liked that.
So he did it again.
“Oh! That’s just… wow…”
Boyd transitioned to her other breast to do it some more, while his tail crept up around her waist. It coiled down and inside the open front of her romper and then pressed lower. While it did, he subtly adjusted the spade tip to make it better suited for his intent.
“W-wait,” Tinker’s hands closed around the tail and tried to hold it back, not that she could.
Boyd paused its motion and lifted his head to kiss her firmly, catching her by surprise. She gasped into the kiss at first, but soon her lips parted as she allowed Boyd to deepen it. Her arms went up around his neck, pulling herself into it.
After holding the kiss for a long moment, Boyd broke it and rumbled against her lips, “I know… trust me my clever little cupcake. I’ll sense it before I press too far.”
“Okay,” she murmured against his lips.
He smoothly moved his tail into position, sliding inside the smooth and silky panties she wore beneath the romper until it found the very top of her womanhood. “Oh, oh no, I’m not sure if I’m ready for—Ahh!”
Boyd was certain she was, in fact, ready—so sought and gently swirled the very tip of his tail around her clit, causing her to go rigid and give a lovely little mewling cry of pleasure. A cry he cut off by taking her lips in another firm kiss. He sought her pleasure on their Bond, cheating as he used it to determine the best way to stimulate her and enjoying the little cries she made as she desperately kissed him back.
He sensed Tinker’s pleasure building, along with a sense of impatience. She was enjoying herself but, like him, wanted to reciprocate. So, without breaking the kiss or ceasing his tail’s pursuit of her enjoyment, he repositioned her so she could.
Stripping her legs from his waist, Boyd moved her so she sat a little further lower down his legs. She was eager, her hands dropping from his neck to his crotch as soon as the pathway was open. Tinker gripped his ridged length through his shorts and moaned into the kiss before scrambling to tug the intruding article of clothing out of the way.
Boyd lifted his hips to help, and she tugged his shorts most of the way down to his knees to free him. Pulling back, she broke the kiss to stare down at him. Her hands moved to encircle him, barely getting her fingers around his girth. He blinked, remembering that his hands had wrapped around her waist in a similar manner.
Boyd let her stare for a moment before resuming his pursuit of her climax.
“Ah! W-wait, let me—Oh!” Tinker half-panted as she tried to shift forward.
Boyd pulled her forward until there was just enough room for her to reach down between them to grasp him.
“Ah, th-thanks. Now, I can… oh, wow… you’re really good at that,” she squirmed in his lap as her hands worked to glide up and down his length together.
