Chapter 8 #2
He rolled my nipples between his thumb and first finger, and I screamed. He released me when I tossed my head back to let the scream escape, and all of a sudden, I was lying fully on my back, and Inkiri had his shirt off.
I stared in wonder. He had no nipples that I could see.
I reached up to get some tactile confirmation of that, and while everything was nice and firm, hairless apart from a line of the softest blue fluff running from his navel down under his pants, there were no nipples, just an expanse of flawless, light blue skin.
His confusion about mine made sense, then.
“Huh.”
Inkiri made a little noise; not quite a click, but close. “You aren’t pleased?”
“Oh, no, I am. This is a nice chest. All nice and blue. And firm. I like that it’s firm.
See, when I jerked off, I’d think about guys with firm chests taking advantage of me and just having their lusty way.
” Which was not something I ever told people.
I needed to get a grip. Or better yet, Inkiri could get a grip.
On something. And just rub, rub, rub until I felt properly taken advantage of. That would be good.
“Then, you like this?” he asked innocently, and then, belying that innocent tone, he gyrated on top of me. I felt him rub against me. Against my very hard cock, specifically.
I groaned and ground right back. Then I shoved at his knees and my pants, fumbling with the buttons.
Inkiri didn’t need an invitation after that.
It was utterly thrilling to see the grace he moved with when he got up off the bed and pulled his own pants off, along with his strange shoes.
Then he did mine, but I was too distracted to feel even a tiny little bit shy about him opening the button and sliding the zipper down.
I was shamelessly staring. At his cock.
He was…big. Proportional, I figured, since he was a head or two taller than me, not counting the horns. But still big.
I was really glad I’d taken a hard pass on penetration just then.
His hood was pointier and wider than mine, and the ridge around it was so pronounced it looked like it might feel good to have that rub against one’s most sensitive spots. After a lot of preparation, I assumed.
I reached that conclusion based on nothing but my own imagination about how a thing like that would feel. Inside me. After being stretched to take it. Possibly, the conclusion was also based on a certain amount of desire I was feeling about experiencing such rubbing.
But… “You don’t have balls,” I said.
Inkiri had been working my jeans off me, carefully maneuvering them over my feet.
He tossed them aside, and just like that, I was naked in bed with someone else.
Well, naked but for my cat socks. I was going to get deflowered wearing cat socks.
Well, okay. That was going on the list of things I would never tell another living soul.
“Our testicles are inside. Yours look so swollen.” With a mischievous glint in his eyes he reached out to touch them as soon as he lay down next to me.
That put me between him and the wall. “You’re hardly wet though.
” He dabbed at my cockhead and spread the precum. “Are you not enjoying this at all?”
I’d been just lying back and hoping I wasn’t making a stupid face, but at that I shuffled up on my elbows. “Are you saying you’re expecting me to be wetter?”
I wasn’t exactly sure what was normal in terms of the amount of precum, but it felt like a lot right now, with him. At a glance, it looked like a lot too.
He purred at me, took my hand, and guided it to his own, markedly larger cock and nudged me to touch him while he never stopped touching mine. Inkiri was wet all over, it turned out. He was like peeled okra, just…bigger. But so slick. Would he slide right in? Was that a thing that happened?
“Oh. We…don’t get wet like that.”
He made a surprised sound followed by a few clicks. I watched in fascination as he brought the hand he’d been touching me with up to his mouth and licked my precum right off his fingers.
“That’s a shame. You taste so sweet. I’ll have to savor everything you can give me, and I’ll cherish every drop.”
That was an aphrodisiac of the verbal variety, and I couldn’t do anything with it. Except grow harder. But I didn’t have the wherewithal to say anything back, not when I was still busy taking all of him in.
He didn’t just look and talk in a way I’d never known I liked, he also smelled good, in a musky way.
I’d been to college for a short year and a half before the trip, and I’d had a roommate, so I knew what a sex smell was.
But Inkiri smelled a lot nicer than that.
Sweet, yet earthy. I’d have liked to do some licking of my own, but I never got the chance.
Inkiri pushed me back into all the soft things he’d gathered to top his mattress pile and rolled close to me.
He tilted my head to expose my throat again, all his touches gentle rather than firm.
His tongue resumed its attentions to the sensitive skin on my neck and throat.
He wasn’t playing fair though, and pretty soon, he ran that rough tongue over my right nipple. I squirmed.
He clicked at me. “Yes, that’s nice. Show me what you like, sweet thing.”
While he said that, his hand was on me, on my stiff cock, trying this and that. And just by doing this and that, he got better and better at touching. Either that or he was just a lucky genius at handjobs. I wasn’t sure.
Whatever the case, it had been a while. For me. Meaning, I had never come with someone else. Even that one experience I’d had with touching hadn’t ended with either of us finishing.
But Inkiri kept going, and I came. Not just a little bit, but a lot and all over. I came hard, harder than I ever had by myself. I got loud and bucked up under his hand, and I said, “Fuck, yes, I fucking love you.”
Well, okay. That was awkward. His damn fault for luring a human virgin into his bed. What was he expecting if not a spontaneous confession of love?