The Great Escape
The Great Escape
For Dax
"Hey, Luke--!" Everything shifted, forcing me quiet. I reached out for whatever I could find in the darkness, grabbing on tight as I raced towards the mattress. "Hey!"
My calling went unnoticed. With a rumbling snore, Lucas flopped back down, smothering me firmly between the heat of his chest and that of the bed. The air rushed from my lungs. A groan followed. This was certainly a wake up call.
I tried to move, to press and poke at him, to cry out again, but none of them met with much success. Opening my mouth only saw it fill with fur, prodding went totally unnoticed, and an attempt at squirming along the bed must've moved me all but an inch.
'Man... guess there's a first time for everything,' I thought to myself, instantly jumping back to the first night my bigger Husky and I slept together. Lucas had been worried about rolling over in his sleep... Looked like that worry wasn't without reason after all. Shit.
'Okay, okay.' I forced myself calm. 'You're fine... He's not hurting you.' The whole world seemed to shake with another of Lucas' deep bouts of snoring. Instinctively I clung to his fur, nose overwhelmed by his scent while my ears flicked like crazy. 'Gotta get out from under here.'
But how? Lucas had the sheets wrapped tight around him. No chance of my getting myself free on either side of the bed, nor up towards the top of his chest. Of course. Those'd be the easy options. That left one other... downwards.
It took a lot of fighting against his weight, but I did finally get myself rolled over onto my own frontside. I couldn't stop from wincing at the pressure loading onto my back. Even the curl of my tail fell flat beneath Luke as I forced myself down the bed.
It wasn't easy going, not by a long shot. Even with all my strength put into it, every grab and tug at the bedsheets moved me barely half a body's length. No surprise that I'd started panting by the time I'd squirmed my way down to Luke's belly.
As if all that wasn't enough, I also had to deal with his constant snoring and shifting. In one moment the weight on top of me would ease just that little bit, only to come back even stronger a moment after. Whatever he was up to up there, I couldn't help wonder if somehow, subconsciously, he knew exactly what he was doing.
'Don't be dumb,' I groaned internally, heaving myself free from another smothering press of Luke's stomach. Either way, hanging around here didn't strike me as being such a smart idea. One mistimed movement, and my boyfriend might do more than just wind me.
My fur had got all kinds of screwed up by the time I'd made it to relative freedom. Like it'd been magnetised to the white of Luke's above. I was still very much trapped, but I'd finally got free from the under his hot, fleshy midsection.
Rising up as much as I could beneath the blue of Lucas' briefs, positioned it seemed where his waist met his crotch, I sucked down all the air I could get. At the very least, this was all one hell of a workout.
Breath after breath, my larger Husky's scent danced in my nostrils. Here, arm's length from the mattress, I had the chance to enjoy it. The air was even warmer, thicker, muskier than that I could get beneath Luke's fur. No prompting needed for me to understand why...
He must have shifted onto his side at least a little, judging by the bulge beneath his underwear. The semi he sported pulsed noticeably, jutting down against the mattress and extending further towards me.
It pulled me in, fast killing my urgency for getting free from under here. 'I mean, at least he's not smothering me anymore...'
That thought alone convinced me to crawl forward, heart pounding in near perfect unison with the throbbing ahead. With every breath, I was taking in less air and more Lucas. The heavy musk started my own loins tightening. Placing both paws on his tip, shifting and rubbing, only added to the excitement.
Playing with a cock as wide as my whole body never got old, but this was a new one for me. A voice told me, 'this probably isn't such a great idea,' but my own fast-growing semi easily overruled it.
I ground my pads faster along either side, squeezing tighter. My tail wagged hard enough to bat against Luke's crotch. I pulled myself further forward until I practically straddled my big Husky's cock.
I stroked harder, grumbling at the vibration between my legs. The mass below grew and grew, firming, grinding further out along the mattress. With a shift forwards, I pressed my nose down into the musky heat, bucking and grinding my own erection atop his. My panting started again, as did the grunting from above. I humped again, nosing deeper. My boxers started to slicken. Lucas', too--
A roar of a groan stopped me fast, as did the thunderous shift of what seemed like Luke's whole body atop me. I huffed and squeaked at the force of my boyfriend's pelvis pummeling down into me, squeezing me against his cock for the longest moment I'd ever experienced.
As fast as it came, the pressure eased. Luke started to roll onto his side, carrying me along with him. Before I knew which way was up, I'd fallen from atop his shaft, dropping back to the mattress
'Fuck...' I winced, hand to my head as I waited to regain my bearings. In the process, the rumble of the mattress shook some sense back into me. Lucas had dropped onto his back again, leaving me flanked by his broad thighs, and within the shadow of his heavy balls and towering cock. 'Not doing that twice... In a night. Time to get outta here.'
My escape attempt had been made all the easier with just the blankets above me... instead of a whole giant Husky. I could crawl the rest of the way down the bed, rather than claw and drag myself inch by inch. Damn it, I had to try and get Luke to be more careful... while sleeping... somehow.
I made it out from under the sheets not long after, helped again by Lucas and his paws sticking out from beneath them. At last, I could see something other than fur and fabric. Breath cool, actual air instead of the hot, sticky excuse back below.
'Should probably go wake him up,' I figured to myself, climbing to my feet and prepping for my climb over Luke to the head of our bed. 'Or at least find a place to... settle... next to him.'
It'd have been impossible to miss my Husky's pawpads staring me in the face. Even through the darkness, I could make out their familiar curves. The way they flexed with each twitch and clench of his toes. Three cheers for canine eyes.
I put the climb on ice for the time being, veering off instead to get a better look at Luke's right paw. It stood tall towards the ceiling, double my height and change. Placing a paw to one pad, sighing at the warmth it spread to me, I couldn't have cared less about giving up that cool, clean air again so soon. Breathing in deep, the scent of his paw flowed into me. It could have picked me right up off my paws, if I hadn't been so keen to start giving his my attention.
I squeezed at the leathery thickness, a smile wide enough to feel starting as I soon did the same with the other hand. Squeezing became rubbing circles, which in turn became an attempt at a massage. The warm tightness in my crotch soon returned. Not that it needed much encouraging after my grinding on Luke's barely a couple minutes previous.
It didn't take a lot to run away with myself. I pressed harder, with both my paws and my muzzle, entire body rubbing up against him. The salty coarseness of his pads overpowered my tongue. Not that it stopped me sampling it again and again.
I buried my face deeper, past the pads, inhaling the damp, musky scent of the fur within. Every breath made me shudder, physically weaker at the knees. The only thing strengthening was the throbbing of my cock... and the desire to press and grind it up against my big Husky's flexing paw.
My breathing got heavier, turned to panting, heating and slickening up Luke's paw fur even more. The grind of my hips grew into not so subtle thrusting. My nostrils had long since seared with the musk of my boyfriend overloading them. I never saw what put my square onto my back coming.
The mattress rumbled, with the whole room seeming to join in on the act. Luke's paw hovered there, flexing harder, coming back down to shake everything all over again.
There I laid, the mountain range that was my boyfriend under covers rising to fill the whole of my view. He yawned hard, letting the blanket drop down into his lap as he scratched over himself. Guess I'd really got myself going...
"Dax?" He looked down to the mattress beside him, then to the crumpled sheets. Another yawn came with another, more worried call of my name. "Where are you?"
"Down here." I offered a sheepish wave up at him. "I'm fine."
Luke rubbed his eyes, narrowing them once he finally found me here between his paws. "What're... How did you get down there?"
"Long story." I scratched my cheek, trying to resist a smirk. "One that starts with you rolling over in your sleep."
"Oh." His ears dipped. "Sorry." The sweet, apologetic frown he wore quickly disappeared once he put two and two together. "Hah... Well now, it's any excuse to get down to my paws, huh?"
"Can ya blame me?"
"Yes." He snorted, grinning. "Not that it'd stop you."
I spat out a laugh, reaching to give the side of his paw a quick rub. "Not in a million years."
"So..." Luke adjusted himself, scooting towards me. "If you're done, do you wanna come back to bed?"
I nodded, but couldn't resist flashing another glance at the thickness of his upright paw beside me.
He scoffed out a laugh of his own, beckoning me to him. "C'mon. You can finish off in the morning."
"Morning? You're really gonna make me wait that long?"
I noticed the subtle smirk Luke developed as he reached for the top of our covers. One hand slipped beneath, down beyond his stomach. "Y'know... I'm starting to think you were fooling around with more than just my paws." He let that thought hang between us, smirk growing. "Am I right?"
"Maybe."
"Lewd little Husky," he sang, sliding the sheets down past his briefs. "But, if you're that keen on having some fun, I guess morning is a little long to wait." His thumb slipped easily beneath the elastic waistband. "So, how about we don't?"