Chapter 14 #2
“Fine,” I agree. I tug the knot free, letting the front of the robe slide open. Banjo groans at the new view, hungrily taking me in. My cock twitches in response to his attention, and it’s almost enough to distract me from adding, “But it has to stay on.”
I expect Banjo to complain or question me based on experiences with other partners.
Of course, he does neither. He just says, “Okay,” and pulls me down for another kiss.
Our tongues wrestle for dominance for a long, glorious moment before I come out on top.
Banjo slides his hand from the nape of my neck up into my hair.
When his fingertips brush against the base of one of my horns, my limbs turn to jelly.
I attempt to keep myself upright, but soon our bodies are flush, his hot, damp skin sticky against my own.
It finally gives Banjo the opportunity to rut up against me, and he does so mindlessly and without any rhythm.
“Tav!” Banjo cries, his free hand pushing up the hem of my robe to expose my backside to his wandering hands. He gives one cheek a squeeze, forcing us even closer together. It feels mind-blowingly good, even with the layers of fabric between us. “Tav. I’m close. So, so close, please.”
I brush my nose against his as I take control of the movement of our hips. Judging by the whine Banjo lets out, he doesn’t find my pace nearly as satisfying as his own frantic grinding. “Please what, darling?”
“Can I come? I ain’t gon’ make it. I need to come so bad.” Banjo’s words come out quick between panting breaths as he begs for his release. “Touch me? Please?”
I click my tongue against the roof of my mouth, slightly shaking my head as I pull away from him. Banjo is so overwhelmed it looks like he might cry.
I hope he does.
“You’re not getting off before me,” I tell him, pressing a chaste kiss to his lips.
He chases me as I pull away again, desperate for more.
“So if you want to get off more quickly, you better do an excellent job of sucking my cock.” It shouldn’t take him long, regardless of his skill level.
I may seem like I have control over myself, but I don’t.
It’s going to take all my effort not to come as soon as he wraps those pretty lips around me.
“Now come on.” I get out of bed, slowly stepping out of my undergarments. My hard, flushed cock bobs up against my stomach. Banjo doesn’t move, transfixed as he stares at me. I give myself one long, languid stroke. “If I have to do this myself, you’re never getting off.”
That has Banjo scrambling out of bed in a heartbeat. “I’m comin’, I’m comin’,” he promises as he crosses the small space between us.
“You better not be,” I reply with a smirk. He looks down at me, eyes widening, before he lets out a loud burst of laughter.
“Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit, there’s a sense of humor hidin’ in there!” Banjo continues to laugh as he says it, relieving some of the tension between us. The colloquialism doesn’t translate, but I don’t bother asking for clarification.
“I’ll have you know I’m quite funny,” I huff in pretend offense and cross my arms over my chest. Banjo quirks an eyebrow in response before sinking to his knees in front of me.
It’s hard to keep my expression neutral, let alone upset, with the current view. Banjo is a vision looking up at me like that…though his eyes quickly flick back down to my cock.
“Any rules?” he asks, licking his lips appreciatively as he sizes me up. I consider his question. There’s lots of things I could tell him to do—or not do—but I don’t quite have the patience for that right now. All I want is for him to stop talking and put his mouth to work.
“Don’t come,” I finally say. I voice it aloud even though it’s probably obvious. With Banjo, I try to never assume.
Banjo lets out a little snort. “I ain’t never come from a blowjob before, so I should be good,” he tells me. I raise a brow, and his cheeks quickly redden. “I mean, I ain’t never come from givin’ one.”
He leans forward, close enough that I can feel his hot breath against my cock. My tail gives an impatient flick behind me, ruffling my robe and catching his eye. “You gon’ keep that to yourself, ain’t you? ‘Cause I don’t know if I can control myself if you let your tail join in on the fun.”
I sigh, pushing my fingers into his tousled curls. As fun as it would be to torture him with my tail as he blows me, I’m willing to refrain. It’s for the best anyway; my focus can remain on enjoying myself instead of controlling my sometimes-uncontrollable tail.
“Fine. Now enough talking.” I tighten my grip on his hair, yanking him closer to me. For someone who was begging to come just minutes ago, he certainly doesn’t seem to be in any hurry.
That thought goes right out the window as Banjo runs his tongue along the underside of my cock. The ridges swell under his attention, growing and shrinking in pulses that match my quickening heartbeat.
Banjo hesitates, his eyes glued to my throbbing cock, and I feel oddly self-conscious. Although I’ve been with a variety of different otherworlders, all with various appendages, Banjo hasn’t. Is this too much for him? Am I too much for him?
Right before I’m about to jerk my robe closed and call this entire thing off, Banjo speaks. “Alright, I’m feelin’ less good about this whole “not comin’” thing.” He licks another stripe along my cock, making me shudder. “Mm. ‘Cause I can’t stop thinking about gettin’ this pretty cock inside me.”
“Now now, you’re going to have to be very good to earn that,” I warn him.
Banjo opens his mouth to reply, but I cut him off by shoving my cock in instead.
He moans around me, hands flying up to grip my thighs.
“That’s a good boy. Less talking, more sucking.
” Banjo’s moans get louder, sending pleasant vibrations up the length of my shaft.
I loosen my grip on him ever so slightly, allowing him to move at his pace for now.
Banjo seems to remember his mission, and he bobs his head quickly, swallowing as much of me as he can. He swirls his tongue around the head of my cock, teasing my slit with the tip of his tongue before pulling off completely.
“You can thrust if you wanna,” he says, his voice coming out shaky. “I can take it, promise.”
“Oh, darling,” I coo, one hand sliding down to cup his jaw. I run a thumb along his lips. They’re swollen and slick with saliva. Lovely. “Are you sure?”
Banjo nods quickly, chin bumping against my hand with each movement.
I wrap my free hand around the base of my cock.
He immediately opens his mouth, letting his tongue loll out in anticipation.
Instead of feeding him my length, I tap it against each of his cheeks, smearing his own saliva across them.
“I’m going to ruin that throat of yours,” I warn, my voice so low it’s nearly a growl. “We’ll see how pretty you sing once I’m done with you.” Banjo whimpers in response. If I wasn’t holding him by the face, I’m certain he’d crumple right to the floor.
With a rough thrust I’m buried to the hilt in Banjo’s throat.
He gags at the intrusion, but when I attempt to ease up on the next thrust, he digs his fingers into my backside to pull me forward.
I trust he knows what he wants, especially when it’s what I want as well.
So I use him for my pleasure, treating his mouth like my own personal cock sleeve.
It’s unclear which of us is moaning more. The way each of his sounds sends vibrations up my cock isn’t helping me keep control.
“Stars, that mouth is perfect,” I groan, head lolling back for a brief moment before I realize what I’m doing. I don’t want to stop looking at him. I want to drink him in, memorize every moment together so I can replay it when we’re lightyears apart. “You’re doing so good for me.”
Banjo squeezes my backside hard enough to bruise, encouraging my hips to move faster. I give him what he wants. Each thrust grows and more erratic as my release hurtles closer.
My tail flicks out from behind me and wraps around Banjo’s throat. I can feel myself moving inside him as I tighten my grip around his neck.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. In moments, I’m filling Banjo’s mouth with my release. He greedily drinks it, then continues to suck at the head of my cock to coax out more. It’s tempting to let him. I’m sure I’ll find my second release quickly if Banjo keeps doing what he’s doing.
Alas, I’ve made a promise, and I feel obligated to keep it.
I force my tail to unwind from around Banjo’s throat before pulling his mouth away from me.
He looks up at me, face streaked with saliva and tears.
A tiny bit of my cum lingers at the corner of his mouth.
I catch it with my thumb and feed it to him.
He eagerly sucks it off my skin, his tongue swirling around the digit.
It’s enough to thoroughly distract me from what I’m supposed to be doing, which is finally pleasuring Banjo. “Stand up. Let me help you. You’ve earned it.”
Banjo pulls back and chuckles softly. His voice is rough. I want to make it even rougher. “You kinda already did.” I stare at him, watching color creep up his chest and throat to flush his face. “I told you to leave that tail outta it!”
I hold his gaze for a moment longer, wondering if he’s being serious, before letting out a snort. I’m not surprised that’s all it took, considering how heavily I’d been edging him throughout the end of the “open mic night,” as Banjo and Oliver call it.
“Sometimes it has a mind of its own.” As if to prove a point, my tail comes around again to stroke Banjo’s cheek. The contact is miniscule, really, but he leans into it all the same. “Come on. Let me get you out of those pants.”
Banjo grips my forearm as I pull him to his feet. He sways, and I hold him steady. Now that we’re face to face, I can tell that his eyes are still a little glassy. That explains why he’s acting like he just learned to stand.