Chapter 11 #2
I pour all of my attention into driving the dildo into him, so focused on watching his tight purple hole take the toy over and over again that I nearly miss the signs that he’s about to come.
I lean down, ready to suck him into my mouth, but he grabs me by the hair and yanks my head away from him before I get the chance.
“No.” The word is a low growl. Oh, that’s hot. Between that and his nails digging into my scalp, my cock is quickly filling again. I can’t help but whimper in response. “Not today.”
“Please,” I whine, apparently not above begging.
“Please, I wanna taste you so bad.” My head is a confusing jumble of thoughts.
I want Tavryn to say yes, to let me suck him off, but another part of me wants him to tell me no again.
To remind me it doesn’t matter what I want because he’s in control.
I don’t have to think; I just have to do exactly what he tells me to do.
“No,” Tavryn repeats, even more firmly this time. He tugs roughly at my hair to keep my head up and away from his dick. Little explosions of pleasure go down my spine as the spike of pain mixes with adrenaline. “Naughty boy. What did I tell you about behaving?”
“I’m sorry.” By this point, I’m panting as hard as Tavryn. It’s getting harder to remember to keep thrusting the toy into him at a regular pace. Luckily, Tavryn is rocking down into the movement. “I’ll be good, I’ll be so good.”
Tavryn uses his grip on my hair to force me up into another hungry kiss. One more thrust of the toy and he’s there, back arching as he hits his release again. This time, I manage to pull back just enough to see him stiffen and then melt as pleasure courses through him.
I slide the dildo out of him before gently guiding his leg back down to the bed. My own cock is achingly hard by this point. I ignore it as I wait for Tavryn to tell me what he wants to do next.
“C’mere,” Tavryn mutters, tugging me up so our bodies are flush. I moan as our cocks meet. He still hasn’t softened, and I can’t stop myself from rutting down into him.
It’s not long until his release coats us both, making the friction between us deliciously slick. The ridges of his cock keep catching against the head of mine, and it’s driving me out of my mind with lust.
“Please,” I beg. I’m not sure exactly what I want from Tavryn. Something. Anything. Whatever he’s willing to give me, I’ll happily take.
He grabs my face in both hands and pulls me down to kiss me fully.
It’s the first time he’s truly, purposefully touched me, and the contact makes my heart sing yes and more.
He tilts my head how he wants me, nipping and sucking at my lips as we writhe together.
One of his fangs catches on my bottom lip, drawing a guttural groan out of me that he quickly echoes.
“I’m gon’ come,” I breathe, barely able to get the words out before Tavryn is licking into my mouth again. Our tongues tangle together as the rock of my hips grows more and more erratic.
He keeps his grip on my face, and I almost think he hasn’t heard me—or that he just doesn’t care—until his tail slips between us.
It wraps around both our cocks, squeezing us so tightly that there’s barely enough room for me to pump into his grip.
I’m leaking so much that things are starting to get sloppily wet, but that just makes the entire thing more erotic.
“Come for me,” Tavryn whispers, one thumb stroking across my cheekbone.
He pushes up against his hold on us as his tail frantically jerks us both off.
He’s throbbing, the swirled ridge around his cock swelling and pulsing like some kind of vibrator.
It’s making the pressure inside me build until my balls are drawing up, and I know I’m going to blow my load.
I grasp for some kind of control, wanting, needing, this to continue, but then Tavryn bites down hard on my lower lip and it’s all over.
I cry out as my release surges through me, making things between us wetter and stickier than they were.
Tavryn works me through it, pumping and squeezing our dicks together until it’s enough to send him over the edge as well.
He moans as he hits his release, fingers sliding up to tangle into my hair to keep me close.
Not that I need any encouragement; there’s no way I’m going anywhere any time soon.
Tavryn grunts as I collapse down into him, my arms too shaky to hold my weight. I mutter an apology, though it’s muffled as I bury my face against his neck. His skin is surprisingly dry, while I’m soaked in sweat by this point. There’s no way he doesn’t notice, but he doesn’t ask me to move.
After a moment of hesitation, he slides one hand down my back, the other playing with my damp curls. Even his tail wraps around my leg to hold me in place. It’s like he has to touch me in every single way he can. Whether he means it or not, it’s enough to make me melt.
“Just let me know if I’m too heavy,” I tell him, words soft and a little slurred. That second release really hit me hard. I feel floaty like, I’m drunk. I press a gentle kiss to the curve of his neck before letting out a happy sigh.
Tavryn is scratching my head now, making me feel like I really am his pet. If I could purr, I’d be doing it.
“I suppose humans can come twice,” Tavryn says after a long, comfortable moment of silence.
I let out a giggle, finally getting enough feeling back in my limbs to prop myself up.
I grin down at him. “It’s easier ‘cause I’m young,” I say, kissing the tip of his nose.
Now that I’ve started kissing and touching him, I can’t stop.
“But there’s no way I can go again without some food. I gotta replenish.”
I pause, brow furrowing a little. “Wait, am I rememberin’ right that you met Oliver when he came to live here?” Tavryn nods slowly, clearly not understanding where I’m going with this. “Wasn’t that like, fifteen years ago?”
Tavryn thinks about it for a second before nodding again. “I suppose so,” he agrees with a little shrug. “Why?”
“I was just wonderin’ how old you are,” I admit, a blush creeping across my cheeks. “Not that it matters or anythin’. I guess I assumed you were a few years older than me. I mean, you’re so young lookin’.”
The corner of Tavryn’s mouth lifts in a barely there smile. “In Earth years, I’m around thirty-eight.” I must be making some kind of face, because that little hint of a smile disappears. “My kind ages slower than humans. I’m not that much older than you, really.”
I quickly try to make my face do something nicer. I’m not mad or anything. Just shocked that Tavryn is so much older than me, even though it sounds like it doesn’t mean that much, considering our differing species and all that.
“Oh yeah, of course.” I don’t know what else to say. Anything that will bring his smile back. I need him in a good mood if I want to make sure this isn’t a one-time thing. “Oliver and I got some groceries. I was thinking I could make supper for us. You hungry?”
Tavryn doesn’t smile, but at least he doesn’t look upset.
For him, that’s basically the same thing.
“I could eat,” he admits, stretching lazily beneath me.
“I need to shower first. You humans exude far too many fluids. It’s disgusting.
” Like the last time he said it, there’s no heat behind the insult, so I laugh.
“It’s your fault I got all sweaty! I was tryin’ real hard to make it good for you.
” I roll off him when he lets go of me, staring up at the ceiling for a moment.
I want him to tell me that it was good, that I was good, but I’m not sure how to ask.
This isn’t something I’ve ever needed before, and it’s making me feel a little off.
I turn my head to look at him, holding his gaze when it meets mine. Please tell me I was good, I think in his direction. Tavryn’s never given me any indication that he could read minds. That doesn’t mean I can’t try.
He looks at me, his cheeks flushing a darker shade of purple, before he finally speaks again. “I suppose it was worth it, then.” That’s not quite the same as saying I was good, but it’s enough to make my entire face light up. I lean over to smack a kiss to his lips before rolling out of bed.
“Well, I’m gon’ get cookin’.” I hesitate once I’m on my feet.
It feels weird to leave him now, though I’m not sure what else Tavryn could want from me.
His cock is soft against his thigh, shirt stuck to his skin from our combined releases, and he looks more content than I’ve ever seen him.
Nothing about his expression tells me I shouldn’t go, so I ignore that niggling feeling in my gut and head into the kitchen.