Chapter 9
I decided the best course of action was to pretend I was too tired to talk after my orgasm. Inkiri was not on board with that.
He kept rubbing my cock, for one thing, which quickly grew uncomfortable.
I’d read about how coming could make you oversensitive, but experiencing it was something else.
He also bent over me and licked all the cum off my chest with his rough tongue.
He brushed my nipples as he did, and I wasn’t sure that was purely accidental. It made me squirm.
“Stop. Stop touching me, please,” I said.
He let up, released my now softening cock, and lifted his head off my heated skin until he had an excellent view of my face.
“That was you having an orgasm, yes? Is it always that fast, or did you enjoy it very much?”
With any luck, the post-orgasmic bliss hid my blush. I just wanted to die with embarrassment. How was I supposed to last when there were no people I could practice with to build up stamina? Or wanted to practice with, more accurately. I was not taking the blame for that, not today.
I turned to face the wall. “I need to sleep. I have a migraine.” Then I thought and turned back. “And don’t you dare say anything about how a uterus gives you migraines, because that is, a) untrue, and b) sexist.”
I thought he was going to give me a strange non-human response to that. Or demand that I return the favor of the handjob. I mean, I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d lain down and rubbed one out. Especially seeing as how his pretty blue cock was still at attention and ready to make contact.
Instead, Inkiri just clicked at me and pulled the bedding up over my heated skin. He lay down to spoon me, his warm arm tugging me close to his chest. He apparently wasn’t a total creep, because he angled his pelvis so his cock wasn’t getting overly cozy, which I really appreciated.
He nuzzled the back of my neck. “Sleep, sweet thing. Rest. I’ll watch over you.”
Even with my embarrassment about coming too fast, I could appreciate this moment.
It was unexpected, the way he was holding me so tenderly.
I liked it. I’d imagined something like this whenever I had dreamed of sharing my bed with another person.
Before I fell asleep, I wondered whether Stockholm Syndrome was setting in early.
Then again, I had been fine on that front with the religious weirdos, so maybe I didn’t get Stockholm Syndrome?
But none of that mattered. What mattered was the fact that if a hungry monster were to break in here, it would eat Inkiri first. And then I’d be sad.
Oh. Darn Stockholm Syndrome.
“Well, look at you, taking dating to the next level and living in the moment,” said a sarcastic voice that jerked me from a deep slumber.
Clicking noises came from near my ear, and the arm around my middle pulled me closer to the warm, firm body behind me and forced me to relax again.
Then I remembered. All of it. I’d had sex.
For the first time ever. I looked down at the arm.
Yeah, blue. I definitely hadn’t made Inkiri up, then, nor the sex, and it had all really happened.
I turned and looked over the massive blue shoulder behind me. Morning sunlight filtered in through the window around the dark and decidedly looming presence standing just inside the room, seeming to absorb it.
Vergis’s eyes locked on mine. “Get up. I want to try something.” He looked around, picked up my pants, and tossed them at me.
I hid behind Inkiri, and the garment went straight over my head and landed on the mattress. “You’re not watching me getting dressed,” I said.
“Like I give a fuck.” He turned toward the door. “Just get downstairs. This is important.” He ducked back outside, his horns barely missing the lintel, and closed the door behind him. I counted that as a small blessing.
Just like that, I was back to being fully conscious and naked in bed with a big blue monster. Who’d never let go of me, despite the interruption.
“Come here,” he said and pulled me close.
Closer. Before I knew it, I was kissing him.
It was as good as the first time had been, that rough tongue exploring me.
He took his time to ease into it and make it playful yet insistent.
Before long, I was moaning against his lips.
Inkiri broke the kiss, leaving my lips puffy and pleasantly sore from his attention. “You mean it? What you said yesterday?”
“What do you mean?” I licked my lips. He had a different taste to him than a human, at least in my limited experience. I liked it. Fuck, I liked it a lot. And I wanted more of it.
“When you came. When your sweet little cock jerked in my hand.”
Of course Inkiri had to frame it like that. I was sure his monster cock never did anything as silly as explode into ecstasy after just a few jerks.
“My cock isn’t little. It’s normal-sized.” I pointed. “See? Normal-sized.”
Inkiri smiled and clicked at me. “I like your sweet, normal-sized cock. Did you mean it, Sadir?” His indigo eyes looked hopeful and…
it destroyed me. All those plans I’d had in my head yesterday about finding a reason to get a monster divorce, they just went out the window.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t tell him he was a bad lover, not when he was still holding me this tenderly.
“I…uhm. I may have been in the moment. Lost in the moment. Overwhelmed, yeah, that’s what I was.
Totally overwhelmed, because of being a virgin.
But it was really, really nice. I mean, for me.
I do feel sorry you didn’t get to finish, you know.
” Sweet heavens, the way he looked at me.
I wished I could lie to him, but that would make me feel even worse, and my talent for lying was right up there with my talent for acting.
“I mean, I’m really, really sorry. Because you are nice and all. So nice.”
He clicked and ran a hand over my cheek tenderly.
“I’d just hoped that maybe you had started feeling it too.
The mate call. But it’s fine. I’ll show you I’m desirable and worthy of being yours, even without the call.
” He let his hand drop. Straight to my nipple, and he brushed over that sensitive part of me.
“Maybe you can explain why you have these if you don’t carry young. ”
He kept touching me, our eyes locked in a heated gaze.
It was a movie-worthy gaze, the kind of thing you get when the camera zooms in and the romantic music starts playing.
He looked like the hero the other person should be falling for head over heels, and maybe I was.
Maybe this was where the fireworks went off in all the movies, where we kissed and headed into our happily ever after together.
Inkiri blinked once. “I think your sweet, normal-sized cock is aching to be touched again, Rory.”
Before I could respond and tell him that, yes, maybe he should go for another round of touching, the door flew open. That never happened in the movies.
“If you’re fucking instead of coming downstairs like I just told you to a goddamn minute ago, I’m staying and watching the show.” Vergis crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe.
Inkiri’s hand closed around my cock. “Fine. But you’re not joining us.”
“Goshdarnit, stop.” I pushed Inkiri off.
“What?” he asked, clearly confused. “You want him to join?”
My jaw dropped. Vergis sniggered. I was beginning to hate his guts.
“No, no one is joining.”
I pulled my jeans on under the covers—not an easy task when you were half-hard.
I was about to tell Vergis how big of a jerk he was, but then I spotted the weapons he was now carrying.
There was a gun holstered to his right thigh and a knife on the other.
A long knife. Ugh. I’d been right about him.
He was dangerous. I decided to keep my opinion to myself.
The moment I made it to my feet—which were respectably clad in the cat socks—two more horned people burst into the room, Lissir and Nokim.
“Well, I am so hap—” Lissir’s beaming expression faltered and turned quizzical when he looked at me. At my chest. He was homing in on my nipples, I could just tell.
Nokim pushed past Lissir, who’d at least had the decency to only take a single step into the room, and had a close look as well. “I thought you were a hangu.” Nokim snapped his fingers. “I was right! We should have made a bet like Vergis always wants to.”
Inkiri finally got up himself, and I did some staring of my own.
No one else was bothered by him being bare-assed with his large, pointy cock on display.
The foreskin really was similar enough. I could see that it was only really visible when he wasn’t fully hard, like now.
The head of his cock looked even more bulbous, and I wanted to…
explore. Which was totally not appropriate.
Vergis cackled. “You’re staring like you didn’t even get to see the goods. What, did you keep it all modestly under the covers and avoid eye contact throughout?”
Yeah, I definitely hated his guts. But he didn’t sound like he would enjoy backtalk. Or getting kneed, which, frankly, he deserved for being a complete and utter ass. If I hadn’t been scared he would respond to anything like that by shoving his knife or gun in my face, I totally would have done it.
“You’re upsetting Rory, Vergis.”
Inkiri put his arm around me, then he tilted my head up and licked my throat.
He moved slowly as if he wanted to display it, and I was beginning to wonder whether this wasn’t his way of kissing.
The monster way of kissing. While he was doing it, his half-hard, oddly shaped cock bobbed against my abdomen, leaving some of its slickness there.
His entire cock lubricated itself then, even when he wasn’t yet fully aroused. Interesting.