39. Chapter 39
Chapter 39
Alone at last.
“Here we go,” I said, supporting Serlotminden to his room on Don’s ship.
Serlotminden and I were finally leaving the medbay. It had been a week or so—the days had sort of blurred together—since he’d woken up. Having a moment alone with him was a relief, not to mention having some breathing room without so many people buzzing around.
I helped settle him onto the backless couch, how comfortable, with a groan. He kept a hold of me, pulling me next to him. I glanced around, fiddling with my new glasses. Their computer had created new lenses for me, so I could finally see clearly. The apartment wasn’t large, with only a living room and a single doorway, which led to a bedroom.
Racing stuff was everywhere, but it wasn’t displayed. It was haphazardly scattered around. Pookie had made a nest with flags and racing suits. I didn’t currently see her, which meant she was either in Mindy’s bedroom or with Caleb—he was rather attached to her.
The temperature was frigid, as Caleb had warned; we were going to have to raise it for myself and Serlotminden. It was too cold for us. In time, we’d have to see if she tolerated a warmer temperature or if we needed to construct some kind of home for her. I wasn’t sure, but we would provide the best possible home for Pookie.
Pressing a kiss to his bare shoulder, I asked, “Do you want to lie here or in the bedroom?”
“Bedroom.”
I helped him to his feet again, swearing. He was fucking solid. We should’ve gone to the room first. I yanked the blanket back before helping him lie down. He whined in obvious pain.
Gently, I tucked his hair behind his tapered ear, tracing the studs and long earring down to his neck. “Are you sure you’re ready to leave the medbay?”
“Yes.” He was panting, which made me pretty sure he should still be there.
I didn’t argue, and closed the door before adjusting the environmentals to raise the temperature. “Lean up, Honey,” I said, tugging on his shirt.
Serlotminden complied, allowing me to get it off him. He bit his bottom lip. My eyes latched onto the gold ring and my cock twitched. God. It took nothing to set my heart racing. I forced my gaze away. It was wrong to get horny when my boyfriend was in pain.
His chest was leaner than it used to be, and there were healing punctures that were free of scales. The injuries were jagged white against his mottled skin. I hoped they would fade and his scales would return, but no matter what, he was as hot as hell.
Bending, I pressed a gentle kiss to one of the marks, tongue licking the rough skin. Serlotminden groaned and the front of his pants began to tent. I wasn’t the only one who didn’t need much encouragement. I trailed from one injury to the other, pressing my lips and tongue over them. With each brush, his breathing harshened and his cock swelled.
“These look uncomfortable,” I teased, sliding my finger under the waistband of his pants. Since he’d been in the medbay, we hadn’t been able to do anything intimate, not even kissing. His brothers had always been around, and it was sweet, but I was desperate for him. I wanted to touch him, and assure myself that Mindy was alright.
“Please.”
My fingers made quick work of the ties. I slowly slid them down as Serlotminden lifted his hips. He hissed in pain, his tail whipping before it coiled around my arm.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” I ordered. “You are going to lie here and take it.”
He laughed. “Yes, my Flower.”“Good job,” I joked.
I pressed a kiss to his cock still trapped in his briefs. Serlotminden moaned. I nuzzled the soft fabric, breathing in his musky scent as he cried beneath me. He was so loud, my Mindy, and I loved it. Every noise, every sharp breath, every movement. All of it. I feasted on it.
I pulled his briefs off, and his cock smacked into his taut stomach. Pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock and made me lick my lips. I was already anticipating the sweet taste. I bent and lapped it up, groaning. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
“More,” Serlotminden demanded, which made me smile.
Who was I to deny him? I dragged my nose over his shaft, breathing in his scent. I would never tire of it. Was it because of the mate thing between us or because it was Serlotminden?
I pressed open-mouthed kisses along his shaft, licking the ridges of his scales. I was desperate for him to be inside me, pounding my ass, but it would have to wait until he was better. I reached his heavy sack and took one of his balls into my mouth, sucking and circling it with my tongue. Serlotminden rested a hand on my head and released a lewd moan.
“Do you like that, Honey?”
“Please,” he begged. Serlotminden was very good at begging.
I licked the seam between his balls, and he groaned, arching. His sound of pleasure changed to pain.
“Do not hurt yourself. I will take care of you.”
He chewed on his lip.
When I was sure he wouldn’t move, I kissed the tip of his weeping cock, relishing the sweet taste of him. I sucked the crown into my mouth, and he called my name, claws scraping on my scalp. I lapped at the slit, then circled the tapered crown, and his noises grew louder. I worked his shaft with my hands, wanting more pre-cum. Loosening my jaw, I took him as deep as I could, gagging. I tried to breathe through it but couldn’t.
Serlotminden caught my chin. “Don’t worry about it.”
“I want to take all of you.” He deepthroated me with ease, and I wanted to return the favor.
His thumb skated over my chin and bottom lip. “We can work on it later, then, but don’t worry about it right now. I love your touch. I love everything you’re doing. I love you.”
Blushing, I took him in my mouth again as deep as was comfortable. I bobbed as I pumped the rest of him while my other hand played with his sack. I moaned at the feel of him in my mouth. I loved the stretch of my jaw, the weight of him on my tongue, and the sweet taste of him on my lips.
Feeling brave, I circled his rim with my finger, and his grip tightened on what hair I had.
“Mate. So perfect. Again. Please. Please.”
My finger ran over his hole, keeping the pressure light. We didn’t have lube right here for me to finger-fuck him, and I wasn’t sure if he liked it. I sucked him, cheeks hollowing. Spit slid out of the corners of my mouth as I worked his cock, desperate for his release on my tongue. I tugged on his balls and circled his hole, making him scream.
“I’m coming,” he warned, voice strangled.
I slid up, tongue prodding his slit. Serlotminden released an animalistic cry as his cock jerked. Warmth coated my tongue, and I swallowed the sweet, tangy liquid. Some dripped out of my mouth, even though I tried to keep all of it. I didn’t want to waste any, but there was a lot.
He went boneless beneath me as he panted, fingers stroking my cheek. I licked up every drop, then slid up his chest, dragging my tongue over him. He shuddered. “Bartholomew.”
“Honey.” I was hard. So hard. I needed to come. I crushed my lips against his, and I forced my tongue into his mouth, swiping mine against his. Serlotminden gripped my hips. I jerked my cock with no skill or patience. I was desperate to come. “I want to come on you.”
“Mate, yes.”
My breath came out in short gasps against his lips as I pumped my cock. My orgasm built with intense speed before crashing over me. I moaned as ropes of cum splattered Serlotminden’s chest. He kept hold of me as my hips canted, chasing my pleasure.
I crashed on the bed beside him. Fuck me. I swallowed at the sight of my white cum stark against his dark purple scales. Serlotminden dragged his fingers though it, then plunged them into his mouth, tasting me. I groaned. Why was that so hot? Fingers wet, he rubbed my cum over his scales, and I frowned.
“What are you doing?”
“I need to smell like you.”
I laughed. “What?”
“I need to smell like you,” he repeated in a matter-of-fact voice, smearing the substance around before lifting his fingers to his lips, cleaning my release off them with tantalizing licks.
I kissed his shoulder up to his neck. “You’re lucky you're cute.”
“That sounded like an insult.”
My lips continued their journey up his neck to his ear. “Let me clean you up.”
“No, I want it to stay for a bit.”
If he wanted my spend to soak into him, I wasn’t going to stop him, no matter how gross I thought it was or how hard it was going to be to get it off later if it dried. Snuggled against his side, I said, “When you’re better, I will let you fuck me.”
“I will have to recover quickly, then.”
I grunted.
“We do need to have a more comprehensive permissions discussion.”
That’s right. I’d forgotten. Now that their ship’s NAID, which I was pretty sure was an artificial intelligence of some kind, was translating for us, this conversation would be much easier. I looked at him, bracing myself. Mindy was very attractive, popular, and loved physical affection. Naturally, that led me to conclude he was very sexually active. I had zero problem with that. But I was fairly certain he had a lot of kinks and things he enjoyed. Which once again, I had zero problem with, but this conversation was going to be long, involved, and probably eye-opening for me.
“Alright, Honey, where’s your sex dungeon and what exactly do you want to do to me?”
Serlotminden paused. “Humans have underground prisons for fucking?”
So their computer wasn’t well-versed in sex terminology. Good to know. “No. I mean, we do have sex dungeons, but they’re playrooms meant for fun.”
“You desire one of these?”
“No.” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “It was a joke.”
“I like certain things.”
And here we go , I thought.
“I like fucking, Bartholomew, a great deal, but it is more than fucking to me.”
I moved so my chin was resting on him.
“For me, I need the connection. The intimacy of the act. It’s about closeness for me. Even with… I believe you called it edging?” I nodded, and he continued, “It is about my partner seeing how close I am, then stopping, comforting me, and beginning again. I like feeling how close we are. And I need that with you. I need to feel close and connected to you.”
“Okay,” I said slowly. “What are you saying, Mindy? I’m fine with edging you. I’m fine with you edging me. Well, at least once. I’ve never done it to myself, so I’m not certain if I like it or not.”
He smiled, but it was tense. “I am boring when it comes to fucking.”
That I was not expecting.
“It has been something that has been brought to my attention more than once. I enjoyed spanking you because I was fairly certain you would like it. I wouldn’t mind you tying me up, because I think you would like that as well.”
I squirmed, cock twitching. The thought of Mindy tied to the bed and begging beneath me as I rode him made my mouth go dry. Yeah, I wanted to try that.
“But in general, I mostly wish to have sex that is slow and is about us connecting, which is why I talk to you. I also thought it might help your nervousness, but I like being emotionally close to you.” He bit his lip. “I’m not much for being fucked either. I don’t hate the sensation, but sometimes I feel as if people are forgetting me or using me.”
That was one of Mindy’s big things. He enjoyed being the center of attention, but it was because he didn’t want to be overlooked. The other times we’d had sex came to mind—his loud cries, his holding me close, his calling my name and seeking my gaze. It was more than that. He was always touching me, pulling me close, huffing me, and always needing me. Mindy craved connection, and sex was the ultimate form of connection.
“Sex is about intimacy for me; the rest is trappings,” he said.
“I don’t care if you’re boring, Mindy. I don’t. I want to try things, but it will always be about us being together, not the fucking alone. If you ever want me to fuck you,” I whispered, “I won’t forget you or use you. You are not a toy or a thing for pleasure. You are my boyfriend, my mate, my Serlotminden and I love you.”
He beamed, then pressed his mouth to mine. I groaned into his kiss. Mindy said against my lips, “We’ll try things. Lots of things. Whatever you want… as long as I don’t hate doing it. I do have some limits.”
“Which is good. I do too.” I didn’t know what they all were, but I sure as hell knew I had them. “I don’t like blood.”
“Me either.”
Off to a great start. “I don’t want you to put anything inside my dick.” I’d read about sounding in a smut book once, and it freaked me the fuck out.
“I don’t mind that, but we do not have to.”
“I don’t want to be punished or disciplined.”
“I don’t want to do that or have it done to me either.”
“Good.” I tried to sort through the random porn things I’d seen or read, but I was fairly vanilla all things considered. “I’m not super flexible.”
“I am. You can fold or tie me into all sorts of positions.”
“Good to know.” Blanking, on what else to make off limits, I said, “I like you biting me.” In response, he nipped my shoulder. “I like you spanking me, and I do want to tie you up.”
“I’d like that.”
I kissed his neck. “I like you teasing me with your tail.”
He groaned.
Moving up, I licked his earlobe, and Mindy cried out. I smiled. “I love your noises and when you beg.”
“Mate.”
“I want to try shower sex.”
“We can.”
“I want to try floor sex.”
“Easy. Very easy.”
“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
Serlotminden panted.
“I want you to fuck me against the wall while I cry and scream for you.”
“Oh, Mate,” he said, voice thick.
“I want to edge you until you’re begging for release, then make you come so fucking hard.”
His breath sharpened.
“I want to try everything.”
“We can. Anything.”
I kissed the cartilage to the tip of his ear, and he wiggled under me. I knew what he wanted, so I pressed a kiss to the tip, then gently tugged on the piercing. Mindy called my name and pulled me fully on top of him. I had to balance my weight on my knees to not hurt him. I licked the tip of his ear again, and his hands clamped onto my ass.
“But you know what I really want?” I asked, meeting his gaze.
“What, Flower?”
“You, Mindy. I want to spend my life with you. I want to see you get old. I want to hear you laugh. I want to be there when you cry. I want to hold your hand and know you’re holding me back. I want to go to sleep, sated and safe, in your arms.”
“Bartholomew,” Serlotminden whined. “I love you.”
His cock was hard again against me. I pumped him, keeping my eyes on his, and he whimpered. “Where’s your lube, Honey?” I asked in a husky voice.
He pointed to the bedside table. I climbed off him to snag it. I peeked at his writhing tail, picturing it on my cock again. “Maybe we could…” I trailed off, gesturing to his tail.
Mindy said with a grin, “I want that as well.” He reached for me, and I straddled him. “Lube my tail, Flower.”
The lube was nice and slick, though it was cold. I rubbed it between my fingers before grabbing his tail and sliding along the length.
Serlotminden groaned, “Slowly. Go slow, my tail is very sensitive.”
I hadn’t known that. I made a mental note to explore it later. Right now, I was more interested in loving on Mindy. After I’d slicked his tail, I rubbed lube over our cocks and pumped them together. His tail curled around us, jerking us in slow movements. I bent over him and claimed his mouth.
The pace was slow and steady, but I didn’t rush him. I gently thrusted my cock against his and into the tight clasp of his tail. Serlotminden groaned beneath me; I swallowed his pleasure and kept up my rhythm, determined to show him how much I loved him, how much I saw him, and how much we belonged together.
When my orgasm came, it wasn’t mind-blowing, but it was potent, and most importantly, I felt so fucking connected to Serlotminden. His cum, my cum, our cum, indistinguishable, splattering our chests. His rough breath against my lips as he called my name. His tail eking every ounce of pleasure from us with steady movements. His warmth seeped into me and his scales scraped against me with every movement.
He held my cheeks. “I love you.”
I kissed him and replied, “I love you too.”