Chapter 21 #2
“That’s because I wanted to surprise you,” I hum.
I watch as my tail pushes in and out of him, inch by slow inch.
I stop when I reach the thicker part of my tail, which is enough to make Banjo’s panting labored.
I trace my finger around where we connect, enjoying the way his rim stretches tightly around me.
“Does it feel good?” he asks. His voice is barely more than a whimper.
I add a little more lube the next time I pull out. The next thrust is much smoother. Banjo lets out an appreciative moan, and I say, “Yes, darling, you feel incredible.”
That tight body is going to feel phenomenal wrapped around my aching cock. There’s one thing I want to do before that, though.
I grip Banjo’s thick thighs, fingers digging into muscle as I tug him towards me. “Move back.” He complies, and I recline against the pillows again. “Yes, like that.”
I wrap one hand around my cock, the other slipping down to play with my balls. Sometimes it's so nice to have a prehensile tail. I can touch myself however I want and watch Banjo’s body open for me. “I’m going to come all over my lovely hole.”
Banjo moans, his head falling forward to bury against the bed. “Oh yes, that sounds so good.” He rocks back against my tail, attempting to take it deeper. I let him have just a little more. Any deeper and I swear the tip would come out of his mouth. “More. More. I…I can take it, Tav, I can.”
I shake my head, focusing on thrusting in and out instead of getting deeper.
Regardless of what Banjo says, that’s deep enough.
I won’t risk hurting him. “Such a greedy cockslut,” I chide as I pump my cock through my hand.
I flick the tip of my tail against his prostate, and Banjo makes this beautiful, high-pitched keening sound.
I immediately need to hear it again. “You’re just not satisfied without something shoved deep in that hungry hole. ”
“Only for you,” Banjo gasps, his hands fisting into the sheets. “Only ever for you.”
I don’t know if it’s true or not, but at the moment, it’s exactly what I need to hear.
I know he won’t ever really be mine. I know he’ll return to Earth in a few short months and probably never think of me again.
All those are problems for the future. Right now, Banjo couldn’t possibly be more mine.
My collar still around his neck is proof enough.
Banjo’s body is clenching so tight around my tail, I’m certain he’ll come at any moment. I slide my tail out of his body, eliciting a needy whine from him, and wrap it around his balls instead. I tug them down from where they’re drawn up, and he wails as I steal his release from him.
“Aw, you poor thing,” I soothe. I release his balls and lightly drag the tip of my tail along the underside of his flushed, weeping cock. Messy human. “Did you really think I’d let you come so soon? Especially after you told me how much you want to wait to come until you’re sitting on my cock?”
Banjo shakes his head, his breath coming too quickly for words. Now that isn’t acceptable. “That was rather nice of me to do. What should you say?”
“Th—thank you.” Banjo barely manages the words around harsh breaths. Sometime in the last few minutes, he’s collapsed down onto his forearms. I was too distracted prepping him to notice.
“Thank you, what?” I press, teasing my tail tip around the head of his cock. My hand never stops working my own cock, making it difficult for me to keep my voice even, but I somehow manage. I’m close, so close.
“Thank you, sir.”
I hit my release when he says it, and I paint his gaping hole with my seed. I watch as it drips down his crease, tempted to lean in and lick up every drop until he’s clean again.
Banjo arches his back, his next words coming out on a moan. “Oh, yes, thank you, sir. Thank you, thank you, thank you.”
Banjo continues thanking me as I gather him to my chest. Tears matte his lashes, though they haven’t quite fallen yet. He’s never been more beautiful.
“Shhhh, darling, I’ve got you,” I murmur, brushing our noses together as I get him situated on my lap. He’s perfectly pliant, allowing me to maneuver him however I want. The amount of trust he places in me is astonishing. I’ll have to work hard to make sure I deserve it.
After all the prep with my tail, my lubed cock slides easily into Banjo’s warm, waiting body. He’s still tight, tighter than I expect, and it’s enough to draw a groan out of me that’s quickly echoed by Banjo as I bottom out.
“Yes, there we go,” I whisper, the words coming out soft against Banjo’s lips. He wraps his arms around my neck, clinging to me as our bodies slowly rock together. His eyes are hazy and unfocused, and his swollen, pink lips are slightly parted as his breath puffs in and out.
“There’s my good boy.” I lean over and catch Banjo’s lower lip between my teeth, nipping lightly as I thrust up into him.
“You’re doing so good for me, darling. You’re being such a perfect boy.
” I want to kiss him, to delve my tongue into his waiting mouth, but he needs to hear these words more than he needs to be kissed.
Judging by the way Banjo whimpers and rolls his hips, I know I made the correct choice.
I keep the movement of my hips small until Banjo’s breathing slows and he relaxes against me. When I pull back to look at him, he gives me a shy, nervous smile. Someone must be feeling better.
“You okay?” I whisper, as if there are others around that I don’t want to overhear.
“Yeah.” He nods as he slides his hands to my shoulders for leverage, taking a little more control.
“I dunno what happened. Guess your tail made me all goofy.” He bites his lower lip and slowly lifts and drops back onto my cock, his gaze darting down to where my tail is wrapped around his ankle.
I give him a comforting squeeze. “How much did I take?”
“We can talk about that later,” I chuckle, cupping his cheek in my hand. “Right now, you have more important things to focus on. You made me a promise. Are you going to keep it?”
Banjo nods hurriedly, his eyes lighting up as I give him direction.
It’s delicious how well he takes to my guidance.
“Oh, yeah,” he says, as if just remembering the entire reason we’re doing this.
Well, I suppose it’s not the entire reason.
It’s not as if we need an excuse to fall into bed together, even though I’m typically the one looking for one.
“I’m gon’ take such good care of you, Tav. Gon’ rock your world.”
“Alright.” I loosely grip his hips, not guiding him, just touching. Banjo said he’d do all the work. I’m happy to let him. “Go on, then. Show me what you’ve got.”
Banjo licks his lips, excitement and lust simmering in those dark brown eyes.
He tightens his hold on my shoulders as he starts to move along my cock, keeping a steady rhythm.
His hips shift minutely with each downward thrust until he finds his prostate and pleasure lights him up like the brightest star.
“Mm, yes, right there,” he groans, moving faster until he’s bouncing in my lap. The sight alone is erotic enough to get me off, even if it hadn’t been my dick he was riding.
“Gorgeous,” I whisper, tone reverent. Every inch of Banjo’s body is sheened with sweat that seems to glow under my ship's overhead lighting. “So, so pretty.” My hand slides up his body to squeeze his pec, thumb brushing over one pert nipple. “And all mine.”
“Taaaavv,” Banjo moans, head falling back as his movements grow more erratic.
His cock bobs between us, the head barely brushing my stomach.
It’s enough to leave a trail of precum stretched between his cock and my skin.
Banjo quickly closes the space, grabbing my face to pull me in for a messy kiss.
I make a soft sound against his lips that turns into a full-on groan when Banjo wraps his hands around my horns.
He grips them hard, using them as leverage while he rides my cock.
Pleasure shoots through me when he rubs his thumb along the curve, and my cock grows stiffer inside him.
Banjo lets out a sharp cry as my ridges begin to pulse, constantly stimulating his prostate.
“I’m gon’ come, I’m gon’ come,” Banjo gasps, his movements near frantic. I slip my tail between us, wrapping it around his cock and tugging roughly at it. He comes almost instantly, his scream of pleasure muffled against my mouth. I eagerly swallow it down as I pump him through his release.
When Banjo’s pace begins to slow, I roll him over onto his back so I can take over. There’s no more teasing. All I want to do now is use his body to chase my release. Banjo groans loudly as I slam my hips into him so hard, he scoots up the bed.
“Oh, oh, oh, Tav!” The movement forces him to tighten his grip on my horns until it’s only a fraction away from being too painful. It’s enough to send me toppling over the edge, the pressure at the base of my spine finally breaking.
Banjo whispers “yes, yes, yes” as I fill him with my seed, his legs wrapping around my waist to keep us connected. That’s perfectly fine with me. There’s nowhere in the galaxy I’d rather be than here, right now, with him.