Chapter 21
Tavryn
An “oof” escapes me as Banjo nearly throws me off his lap so he can sink down to the floor in front of me. I’d be mad if he wasn’t acting like such an eager little cockslut.
“I’m going to take that as a yes,” I say, running my hand through his unruly curls.
When he gets in the zone working on his music, he tugs at the strands a lot, making them wild.
It’s a good look on him, but then again, anything looks good on Banjo, as proven by some of the simply atrocious outfits he’s been wearing.
Part of me wishes he were wearing one now.
It might distract me from how badly I want him.
“If I ever say no to suckin’ your dick, you better take me to the hospital,” Banjo tells me as he loosens the tie of my robe.
I flick the material out of his way. “Mm. ‘cause if I’m sayin’ no to all this,” he gives my erection a teasing squeeze through my undergarments, “there must be somethin’ terribly wrong with me. ”
“Less talking, more sucking,” I demand, slipping my fingers into the hair at the back of his head. I roughly tug him forward, forcing him face first into my crotch. He, of course, lets out a good-natured laugh in response.
“Yes, sir.” The words, as teasing as they are, still send a shiver up my spine. He mouths along the outline of my cock, humming quietly to himself. I must be more turned on than I thought, since the soft vibrations are enough to make me groan.
Banjo licks and sucks until the fabric is so damp he can count the ridges swirling down my cock. My fingers dig into his scalp in an attempt to urge him on, but apparently, Banjo is set on taking his time. I said I’d let him do all the work. I did not promise to be quiet.
“More.” The word comes out in a gasp as Banjo nips at my inner thigh before running his nose along the crease. “No teasing. Put my cock in your mouth now.”
“Someone sure is bossy when he’s turned on,” Banjo teases.
Instead of tugging my underwear off, he shifts the fabric to the side just enough for my cock to spring free.
He glances up at me, brown eyes shining under long, blonde lashes.
“Good thing I like bossy.” He shoots me the briefest grin before wrapping his lips around the head of my cock and sucking so hard my hips jerk off the couch.
“Banjo!”
He laughs, the sound coming out muffled around me. He toys with my balls as he takes me in deeper, rolling them between his fingers. I grit my teeth to keep myself at least somewhat quiet.
After a few short bobs of his head, he pulls back, dipping down to trace the tip of his tongue along one of my ridges.
“Tell me how to get you off quick,” Banjo says as he wraps a hand around the base of my cock.
He gives it a light squeeze before pumping it through his fist. “You know I ain’t patient.
” That’s definitely something we have in common.
“Suck me hard, like you were doing.” I don’t even consider saving some of my secrets for later. Why would I? We don’t have much time together, so I might as well get the most out of every moment. “The ridges are sensitive. Put more pressure on them.”
Banjo nods, tapping the head of my cock against his tongue once, twice, before swallowing me down again. This time, he arches his tongue to press against my ridges as he eagerly bobs his head. It’s enough to completely demolish the control I have over myself.
“Oh yes, yes, yes,” I chant, nearly doubling over as pleasure thrums through me. My tail whips out from behind me, eager to get involved in the action. It gently strokes the side of Banjo’s face before sliding down to curl around his neck.
“Look at you. You just can’t get enough of my cock, can you?” Banjo hums in agreement, sending more of those wonderful vibrations up the length of my cock. “Mm, but we both know what you really like is to do exactly as I say. You’ll do absolutely anything to be my good boy, won’t you?”
Banjo’s responding moan is downright filthy. He speeds up his pace, losing most of his finesse in the process, but I don’t mind. He still remembers to suck hard enough that his cheeks hollow, and it’s more than enough to pull my first release out of me.
I groan as my cum spurts down Banjo’s throat, my grip tightening in his hair to keep him in place.
I want him to swallow all of it, for a part of me to remain inside him even after this is over and we’ve cleaned up.
The thought makes my cock pulse inside Banjo’s mouth again, the ridges swelling so much his lips stretch tight around me. Perfect. He looks downright perfect.
I collapse back against the couch as the waves of my orgasm recede, at least for the moment. Banjo swirls his tongue around the head, teasing the slit to make sure he didn’t miss any of my release before licking down the length of my shaft.
“Mm, yes, good boy.” I loosen my grip enough to run my fingers through his hair. “Get me all nice and clean for when I’m inside you.”
Banjo groans, burying his face against my groin. “I was hopin’ you were gon’ say that,” he says, the words warm and muffled against my skin. “Wanna ride you so bad, babe, please. Can I? Need you fillin’ me up again.”
Banjo has clearly learned that begging will get him everywhere.
“How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?” I tug at his arms, pulling him up into my lap for a hot, messy kiss.
I taste myself when our tongues drag together, mingled with something that’s distinctly Banjo, and I can’t stop the groan that rumbles up from my chest. “Bed. We need lube.”
Banjo nods, nipping at my lower lip, but he doesn’t pull away. I have to turn my head to break the kiss. He takes the opportunity to bury his face against my neck.
“Sorry. Just…need a sec,” Banjo mutters, nuzzling against my skin. “And, uh, it’d help me out a ton if you could stop callin’ me a good boy.”
I frown, attempting to pull away enough to look down at him. He doesn’t budge, instead clinging to me harder so I can’t see his face. “What? Why?” I ask, tone demanding. Banjo loves being called a good boy. “Loves” might actually be an understatement. This human lives for being called a good boy.
Banjo lets out a muffled groan, though it’s more from embarrassment than pleasure. “‘Cause if you say it one more time, I’m gon’ come in my pants,” he admits, finally peeking up at me. “And I really wanna try to wait until your cock is in me.”
I slide my hands down his bare back, stopping at his waist to pull him forward. My robe is undone enough that his hips brush skin, and the thin fabric is wet against my stomach. How in the galaxies humans can be so sloppily wet, I’ll never understand.
“Are you certain you haven’t already?” I ask, tugging at the waistband of his pants to look down into them. There’s the cock I’ve become so fond of. “Ugh. What a dirty boy.” I lick my lips as Banjo’s cock twitches and more precum dribbles down his length. Oh, he liked that.
“Okay, that’s also off limits until I get your dick in me,” Banjo says, his head falling back with a moan. “Actually, it’s probably better if you just don’t talk at all.”
I smirk at the anguish on his face. “That’s not happening, and you know it.” The last thing I’m going to do is hold my tongue. How else will Banjo know what I want him to do? “But you don’t need me to. You’re going to wait and come when I say. Do you know why?”
Banjo whimpers, raising his head to look at me. His eyes are already getting that glassy sheen. “Don’t say it,” he whispers so softly I almost miss it. I pretend I don’t hear him. What fun would this be without a little torture?
“Because you’re my good boy.”
Banjo groans loudly, his hips jerking forward in search of friction. “Oh, Tav, please, take me to bed. I can’t wait any longer.”
I press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, ignoring him when he tries to catch my lips for a full kiss.
“Alright. Get up, then.” Banjo does as I ask.
He’s a little unsteady on his feet, but it doesn’t keep him from dashing across the room and jumping into bed.
I bite back my grin. “I thought you were going to show me how you can do all the work.”
“I didn’t forget,” Banjo promises, rolling over toward the right side of the bed so he can grab the lube. “Come sit?”
I move some of the pillows around for support before sitting back against them. Banjo straddles me, holding the tub of lube between us. “Do you wanna do it, or do you want me to?”
I unscrew the lid and toss it to the side. It hits the floor with a clatter. “Turn around. I want to watch.”
Banjo presents himself to me so prettily.
I take a moment to admire his gorgeous, round backside, skimming my fingertips along the curve of one cheek.
If a being was created just for me, they’d look exactly like Banjo.
There isn’t a single thing I’d change about him…
well, except his constant noise-making. But I can overlook that.
“Wait,” Banjo says. I glance up, catching his eye over his shoulder. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Did I not?” I slide both hands over his backside before squeezing roughly.
He groans, his head falling forward again.
Good. I want him to be distracted so he doesn’t see what’s coming.
While I busy myself massaging his flesh, my tail dips into the tub of lube.
I spread his cheeks, watching as the tip of my tail slowly wriggles into his greedy little hole.
As usual, it takes Banjo a second to realize what’s going on. He takes in a sharp breath as I manage to slip the tip of my lubed tail past his rim, his back arching oh so beautifully.
“Taaaaaav,” he moans, rocking back against the intrusion like the slut he is. “I—Oh!—didn’t know your tail was an option.”