Chapter 13 #2
It’s not long before I get sucked in. I’ve always loved live music, whether I’m performing or just an audience member, and things are no different up here in space. Sure, I can’t actually understand any of the lyrics, but they’re such a small part of music that it doesn’t really matter.
I fight to sit still as I listen, well aware that the Despot is sitting next to me.
My hands ache with the urge to drum on the table.
I force myself to resist. I remember how the Aelgeah responded to my constant noise, and the last thing I want is to annoy the Despot.
Maybe it wasn’t actually a good thing that I went first. Between the performance and that kiss with Tavryn, my adrenaline is still running high.
I feel like I need to run a couple laps or something to get it out of my system.
Or…there’s other things I could do to burn off this energy.
I glance over at Tavryn, who is watching the new musician on stage.
They’re playing some sort of really cool bagpipe-like instrument.
It’s not enough to hold my attention, not now that my mind is back on Tavryn.
Did he mean what he said earlier about letting me suck his cock?
The thought makes me squirm, and we’re close enough he can feel it.
Tavryn meets my gaze, arching one perfect eyebrow at me in question.
I open my mouth to explain myself, but quickly shut it when I remember he can’t understand anything I say.
Hm. I guess I’ll have to do something to show what I’m thinking instead.
I slide my hand off the table, letting it fall and rest on Tavryn’s thigh.
Right above the knee, of course. I’m only so brave.
Tavryn looks down at my hand before quickly turning his attention back to the performer.
Not the best response, though he doesn’t make me move my hand.
That definitely counts for something. I squeeze his thigh before giving up and resting my hand on the table again. If Tavryn wants to wait, I can wait.
I finally get myself to focus on the performer—that bagpipe thing is making crazy interesting sounds—when I feel something brush against my crotch. I nearly jump out of my seat, yelping loud enough to draw Oliver’s attention.
“You okay over there?” Oliver asks, looking suspiciously between me and Tavryn. Tavryn doesn’t spare me more than a glance. His chin rests on one hand, and his other hand toys with the glass on the table in front of him.
“Yeah, I’m good I just…thought I saw a spider,” I say. It’s a dumb excuse. I don’t even know if there are spiders in space, let alone on Qauvela.
Oliver sees how flustered I look and decides to have mercy on me.
He turns his attention back to the stage.
As soon as he stops looking at me, I feel the brush again.
Seriously, what is going on? Did some tiny little otherworlder crawl under the table when we weren’t looking?
I try to subtly glance down. It’s too dark in here to really see, even if I squint.
The third time I feel it, I snatch at whatever’s touching me, and successfully wrap my hand around…
Tavryn’s tail? Oh. Oh. He flicks the tip against my arm before wiggling it free to wrap around my calf instead.
He tugs my leg forward. I follow his encouragement into a more slouched position, one where my lower half is hidden under the table.
I keep looking at him, especially as his tail strokes the inside of my thigh, but he acts as if there’s absolutely nothing out of the ordinary going on.
His gaze doesn’t stray to me once, even as the tip of his tail trails lightly over my quickly hardening cock.
My head hits the back of the padded booth with a muffled thump as I bite back a groan, too horny to tell him to stop.
It may be through clothes, but Tavryn is touching me.
There’s no way I’m ever going to complain about that.
Tavryn keeps his touch light, to the point where it’s taking every ounce of my control to not thrust up against him.
I clench my fists on the table, trying to keep them in everyone’s sight.
I’m not sure what the rules are around here, but typically people don’t take too kindly to fooling around in public.
The added risk sends a thrill through me that does absolutely nothing to help my throbbing cock.
If Tavryn doesn’t give me more pressure soon, I’m going to have to take matters into my own hands. Literally.
I don’t know if Tavryn can hear my shallow breathing and pounding heart or if he just knows me better than I think he does, but he gets the hint about what I need.
He rubs against me with his tail, giving me the friction I’m so desperate for.
It’s enough to have my hips twitching up of their own volition.
The pressure at the base of my spine gets heavier until I’m reaching the point of no return.
I’m going to come, right here. Sharing a booth with two other people in the middle of a crowded bar.
That isn’t the turn off I thought it would be. Not at all.
Moments before my release hits, the lights in the bar come up a few levels, and Tavryn’s tail slides away.
I can’t stop myself from whining, the noise soft and breathy.
Tavryn finally looks at me, his grin devilish.
He’s clearly not sorry about his actions.
In the better lighting, I can see that his cheeks are just barely flushed, as opposed to mine, which are bright red.
Tavryn starts to speak, looking over at the Despot and Oliver, and it takes a couple of words before I realize I need to turn my translator back on.
“This was…fun. But we really must be going. We’re heading out early tomorrow.
” Oliver pouts at him, though it quickly fades as he looks between the two of us.
“Oh,” Oliver laughs, leaning back against the Despot, who watches us quietly. “I see. Bye, then. Have fun sleeping.” I frown a little. No one has ever told me to have fun sleeping before. “It was so nice to meet you, Banjo. Hopefully I’ll see you around.”
“Yeah, you too,” I say, my manners kicking in even though I’m barely following the conversation. Tavryn has gotten out of the booth, and his cock is right there at eye level. His pants do a better job of hiding his arousal, but I can see enough of a bulge to know he’s turned on.
“Y’all have a good night.” The goodbye is directed towards Oliver and the Despot, though my attention never leaves Tavryn. He wraps his tail around my wrist, tugging me out of the bar. I stumble after him, the grin never leaving my face. Someone’s getting lucky, and that someone is definitely me.