Chapter 25
25
P aul begging at my feet is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. His earnest, eager desire is a rare gift in a galaxy full of people looking to use someone to get off.
Vash-ka , he’s perfect. This is meant to be practice for the job, but it’s hard to focus on teaching him when my body is awash with the need that’s been building every night cycle we’ve shared a bed and I haven’t been able to explore him.
He rises on shaky legs, and it takes him a bit of fumbling to undo the fastener on his pants. As he hooks his fingers under the waistband to push them down, I almost command him to take everything off.
Stars, I want to see his cock, but there’s no way this won’t end in me throwing practice out the window and fucking him if he gets naked now.
When he’s standing there in only his tight briefs, the thick bar of his erection straining against the fabric, I lick my lips. “Come here.”
Paul obeys, coming to stand in front of me, which was a mistake because now that hard cock is directly in my line of sight.
Focus . Sucking his cock with no preamble is not what we’ll need to do at the club.
I pat my thigh. “Sit.”
He blinks at me in surprise, and I wait for him to question the command or make a flustered protest, but he bites his lower lip and turns around, treating me to a view of his firm, rounded backside for a moment before he sits.
I wrap an arm around his waist to help keep him close, and feel his shaky inhale reverberate against my chest. Esh’et , I wish I’d undressed so I could have his skin on mine. I can tell he’s trying not to place all of his weight on me, so I tug him tighter and bring a hand up to cage his throat.
“Relax, human,” I rasp into his ear. “You need to look comfortable like this. Like you’ve done it hundreds of times.”
“Y-yes, sir,” he murmurs, and his weight sinks against me more .
He listens so well. The throbbing between my thighs and deep within me is almost unbearable. I should’ve let him put his mouth on me when he offered.
“I’m going to touch your cock now, pet,” I whisper. “Just enough to get you writhing on my lap.”
“F-fuck, okay.” Paul releases a shuddering exhale, like he’s not sure he can endure that.
Stars, I love it. I grin against his ear, and slide my hand down his rippled, muscular abdomen to rest right above his erection. “In case it isn’t clear, good pets don’t come unless they’re told to.”
Paul mutters another curse under his breath. “Y-yes, sir.”
“Stay still and be quiet as much as you can. I’ll most likely be having a conversation while we do this and you don’t want to disrupt that, do you?”
He gasps softly. “No, sir.”
I remove my hand from his throat and use it to grip his hip, while I slide my other hand down to cup his cock. It bucks at my touch and there’s a small hitch of his breath, but he stays still.
“Mmm, you’ve got such a nice cock. Thick and hard and…” My thumb rests on the damp patch at the head, and I laugh softly. “Oh pet, are you already leaking for me? You want my touch that bad?”
“Yes, god, I want it,” he whispers. “I’ve wanted it since we met.”
“Fuck, Paul, you can’t say things like that,” I groan, losing my hold on the scene we’re attempting as lust slams into me.
“I’m sorry,” he whimpers, his thighs shaking as he tries to keep himself still.
I grip his cock hard and press my teeth against the column of his throat. “I’m not. Tell me how desperate you are for it.”
He gasps as I stroke him over the fabric. “I th-thought you said I was supposed to be quiet.”
A frustrated growl escapes my lips. He’s right. Vash-ka , I’m the one who is going to be a liability on this mission, not him.
“I did,” I rumble, swiping my tongue against his skin to taste the salt of his sweat since I can’t let myself taste his cum right now. “Yet, here you are talking back and making far too much noise. Maybe I should make you use your mouth so you can’t disobey me.”
Paul swallows hard as I press a hand against his throat. “Open your mouth, pet.”
He does as I command, his plush lips parting. I slip two fingers inside, and he wraps his lips around them without any prompting from me, groaning softly as his small tongue laves against my talons.
“ Fa-shar , you really are such a fa’sli , aren’t you? Sucking on my fingers like they’re a cock.”
Paul’s soft, muffled moan makes my blood heat. I want to pull him off me and fuck his mouth until he begs me to fuck his tight hole, too. I remove my hand from his cock for just long enough to slip my hand between our bodies and tap the small implant below my navel, gasping as the vibrations of the piercing deep inside me rumble to life.
I stroke him in time with the pulses of the vibrator, imagining it’s the head of his thick cock rubbing inside me. It won’t take long at all to come like this—not with how good he sounds fighting against voicing his pleasure and the way his cock leaks beads of moisture that soak through his underwear.
“You want to come, don’t you?”
Paul nods frantically, the movement slipping my fingers further into his mouth and he makes a sputtering, choked sound. I pull them out and smear the wetness on them against his lips and beard, pretending that I’m coating him with my arousal.
I slide my hand down off his cock and squeeze his balls in warning. He groans and stills the subtle rocking of his hips. I’m not even sure he was aware he was doing that, but I can’t let him misbehave.
“Too bad,” I whisper against his ear. “I’m not having you make a mess all over my clean clothes.”
The little whimper that I pull from him as I remove my hand from him entirely almost pushes me over the edge into my orgasm. I want to come so badly, I can taste it.
And I want him to taste it, too.
“Get up,” I order, giving his back a gentle push. He stumbles off, dropping to his knees before me like he’s too weak to stand right now. I should chastize him for that, but I’m too busy standing and tugging down the fastener of my jumpsuit and wiggling it down past my hips. I curse when it gets stuck on my legs and yank it off, tossing it to the side once I’m free.
Paul’s pupils blow wide as he stares up at me. Right, he hasn’t seen me naked before. There’s the tiniest flicker of worry that my body won’t appeal to him, which is quickly drowned out by his awe-filled curse.
“Like what you see, human?”
“Y-yes, sir. Fuck, you’re so sexy.” The groan that accompanies his words sounds almost pained, like the sight of me is too much. And stars, that’s almost as heady a feeling as dominating him.
“You were very good for me. Time for your reward.” I reach out and fist his hair, dragging his face between my legs. He braces his hands against my thighs, and I think maybe I’ve gone too far by smashing him face first into my cunt, but he only uses his grip to coax my legs wider apart. I have to lean back a little on the nearby dresser to have my hips be at the right angle, and when I do that, the vibrations inside me grow more intense.
I don’t bother biting back my moan at the sensation, and Paul releases a matching one as he gazes between my thighs with undisguised hunger. He doesn’t stare long, bringing his mouth closer to give my entrance a lick.
Slick gushes from me at the feel of his wet, smooth tongue and he laps at it again with a shuddering groan.
“Fuck, you weren’t lying,” he murmurs, pulling back for a moment to speak before diving back in to catch more of my arousal on his tongue.
It takes me a moment to understand his words given I’m moments away from coming if he’d stop savoring my slick and put his tongue inside me. A strained laugh mixed with a moan bubbles out of me. “Yes. I think it tastes even better than a night blossom, don’t you?”
“It’s the best fucking thing I’ve ever tasted.” The husky rasp of his voice makes me shiver.
He presses hot, open-mouthed kisses to my entrance, and after a moment he looks up at me, his brow furrowing. “Shit, I’m sorry. I can’t find your clit. I know that’s a stereotype about human men, but I’m trying.” He frowns, clearly embarrassed. “My ex said I was bad at this, so I didn’t do it much, but I want to please you. Please tell me what to do, sir.”
“A clit?” I think for a moment about what I know of alien genitalia. “Like nexxit pleasure spots? Seladin don’t have those. At least not externally.” I stroke his hair in reassurance. “Don’t worry. You’re doing well, pet. Fuck me with your tongue so I can come all over this pretty face.”
His eyes widen and I don’t give him time to overthink it, guiding his face back where I need it. When he presses the tip of his tongue inside me, I squeeze my thighs against the sides of his head and push him to go deeper.
His tongue isn’t as long as a seladin’s, but it’s thick . Paul spears it inside me as best he can, letting out groans and grunts that are music to my ears.
I’m so close I could cry. I just need a little more pressure. “Use your fingers,” I say through panting breaths.
Like the obedient submissive he’s turned out to be, he keeps his tongue inside me and works in two thick fingers beneath it. The blend of his fingers stretching me, his tongue stroking against my entrance, and the deep vibrations of the piercing inside me push me over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm.
Slick gushes out of me as I come, my channel clenching hard against Paul’s fingers and tongue. He doesn’t stop thrusting inside me, even as I worry I’ll drown him with my release. My vision whites out as I come again, shattering with a broken cry.
When I can’t stand it any longer, I stop the vibrations and yank Paul off of me. My shimmering, transparent release soaks his beard and chin, dripping down his chest and my thighs to splash on the floor. Vash-ka , I haven’t come that much in ages.
“Fuck, oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Paul groans, doubling over and for a horrifying second I think I’ve injured him somehow, but then he throws his head back and cries out and I realize he’s coming. He keeps his hands balled in fists at his side, like he’s still trying to fight it even though he’s already lost the battle.
White blooms inside his briefs as his cum soaks through the dark fabric. I watch the sight in fascination as I come down from my own release, wishing I could’ve watched him come without that barrier blocking his cock from view.
“Mmm, you’re making such a mess,” I purr. If we were at the club, I’d need to discipline him. But we’re not and it’s so sexy that he got off without touching himself that I don’t bother.
“Sorry, sir. I couldn’t… I’ll do better next time,” he says between gasping breaths.
The idea of repeating this sends a ripple of desire through me despite just coming twice. “Yes, you will. You tried so hard, though. You’re still such a good, pretty human,” I murmur.
He licks his lips, eyes sparkling from what we did together.
“Alright, I think that’s enough practice for now.” It’s time to shake off my commanding role in favor of some basic aftercare. “I’ll grab us some towels,” I say with a strained laugh.
What I really want to do is gather him into my arms and kiss him. To whisper to Paul that he makes me feel things I’ve tried so hard to hide from. To get into bed and cover the sheets in our combined releases so I can smell the intoxicating blend of them whenever we go to sleep.
Paul gives me a weak smile and nods, grimacing down at his cum-soaked underwear. “I better take these off. If that’s okay.”
I smile at his sudden shyness. “Paul, I came all over your face. Twice. You won’t offend me with the sight of your penis.
He snorts. “Well, when you put it like that…”
I do my best not to stare as he peels his underwear off, but I can’t not look. His cock slaps against his thigh, ruddy and wet with his cum. The shaft is smooth, but the head has a mushroom-like, bulbous tip that looks like it’d feel amazing inside me, rubbing against my pleasure spots.
It thickens again under my gaze.
“Shit,” Paul mutters, staring down at his rising cock with an alarmed expression.
“What’s wrong? Are you injured?” I ask, forgetting the towels to move back to his side.
“This isn’t normal for humans,” he says, gesturing down at his erection. “Sorry, I know we’re done.”
I give him a soft smile, touching his arm. “You don’t have to apologize for still being aroused. It’s hot knowing I affect you that much.”
He shudders at my touch, and his cock bucks in the air. “Ungh, fuck, I’m… my head feels fuzzy. Everything aches, like I need more.”
“If you want more, I’ll give it to you, l’thran ,” I murmur, drawing him against me and kissing him to distract him from the endearment I used. I call Rema that as a joke, but this doesn’t feel funny at all. It feels right .
His cock smears wetness against my thigh and he groans into the kiss, rutting against my leg with a needy whimper. After a moment, he pulls back with a gasp. “Fuck, I’m going to come again.”
That’s the only warning I get before he unloads, his cum splattering against our stomachs as it spurts out thick jets.
“God, I don’t know what’s wrong with me, I’m so sorry,” he groans, stepping back and hiding his face with his hands.
My heart hurts for him. “Maybe it’s a little unusual to come that fast, but it’s okay,” I say, trying to keep my tone soothing.
He shakes his head and looks down at his cock in horror as it starts to swell again. “I don’t know what’s…” Paul trails off, eyes widening. “Your slick! Oh god, I’m an idiot.”
My brow knits together in confusion.
“It must be similar to seladin jizz.”
“I suppose so…” My frown deepens until I recall what he told me about his human friend and her reaction to her seladin partner’s release. “Oh! Esh’et . Is it dangerous? I can comm Bret’u.”
“No!” He groans and sits on the edge of the bed, wrapping a hand around his cock. “It’ll go away, eventually. I just need to, uh, ride it out. I’ll take care of it if you want to go do something else.”
“What do you mean, ‘go do something else’? I’m not leaving you here like this.” I cross my arms over my chest.
“It’s my fault,” he groans. “I should’ve been more careful. I got so wrapped up in what we were doing that I didn’t think. You don’t need to feel obligated to help me with my dick.”
A dick which he’s fisting while he talks. A dick which I’ve been dying to taste.
“It’s not an obligation. I want to take care of you,” I rasp, moving closer. He opens his mouth to argue again, but I continue. “Besides, I think we need to practice some more after all. I’ll need to make sure your cum doesn’t have the same effect on me before we go to the club.”