CHAPTER 10 #4
He groans as if he's being killed, his eyes fluttering closed. "Disgusting."
"Want me to stop, then?"
"Kef no," he practically gasps. "Spit on it again. Make it wetter."
I laugh, the sound throaty and pleased. I lick my palm again, getting it good and wet, and then I stroke him.
Valmir jerks, thrusting into my grip. He likes that.
I caress his length, noting that he fills my hand.
He's the perfect size — big enough to be impressive, but not so big that I'm alarmed at the sight of him.
I work him, moving up and down his shaft, keeping my grip just tight enough to make him crazy.
I slide down his length, then drag my hand back up again, squeezing tighter around the head of his cock.
And then I slap his ass, so hard that the crack of it echoes in the air around us.
He grunts, and another bead of pre-cum dribbles down the head of his cock. I add it to the wetness on my hand, palming him and working his shaft. "Too hard?"
"No...such...thing."
I chuckle at that and caress him again. There are not a lot of words between us for a while.
I touch him, working his cock with my hand and occasionally smacking his ass.
It's obvious he loves what I'm doing — the noises he makes are heated with excitement, and the pre-cum that coats the head of his cock is copious.
His hips begin to jerk in time with my strokes, and he makes little grunting noises in his throat.
"I want to come," he tells me, voice tense.
"I don't know about that, pussycat," I tease, slowing my grip. "You don't have permission."
"I'm going to come," he warns me again. A pebble pings down the wall from where he's gripping it and hits my boot. His claws scratch at the stone, his tail thrashing.
"I'll think about letting you." By this point, I'm turned on, too.
I've been fascinated by watching how he responds to my touch, how I can make him jerk and shudder, how I can make him utter those feral sounds.
How I can make him drip more pre-cum for me.
My khui is purring with frantic need, and I'm slick between my thighs.
Am I ready to stop teasing him, though? Not hardly. There's a twisted thrill in making him come to the edge and not letting him go over. I want to enjoy that for a little bit longer.
"April—" His breathing is ragged, his voice desperate.
"Nope." I lean over him and blow a soft breath over his heated skin, just because I'm enjoying myself far too much.
With a feral snarl, Valmir pushes my hand aside.
He turns, jerking his cock with his fist and spraying the entrance to the cave with the force of his load.
I pull back, a little shocked at his visceral reaction, watching him milk his cock.
He shoots his release over the cave walls, onto the floor, and some of it probably falls into the sea, too. He didn't spray it on me, though.
Probably realized he didn't have permission yet.
I squeeze my thighs together, because watching him makes me feel all kinds of filthy things. I'm fascinated by his ragged breaths, the slick noise of his hand moving over his cock, the sheer volume of his seed, the way his tail shivers each time he spurts.
I clear my throat, feeling a little shaken. "That was naughty of you, pussycat."
He sags against the wall, his head back, and sucks in several deep breaths. When he finally opens his eyes a slit again to regard me, it's with an assessing look. "I can do you now."
Oh, to have the staggering confidence of a man. I shake my head. "That's not part of our deal. Maybe you can touch me next time, but you've had enough of a prize for today."
"It wouldn't be a prize. It'd be me doing you a favor."
A favor. Something about his wording makes my belly go sour, and the bloom of arousal so pleasantly humming through my veins vanishes. I sigh. "You just had to start talking again, didn't you?"
He leans against the rocks, his pose lazy and sated, his eyes heated slits as he regards me. "Is that a no? I can smell your cunt from here. You want me."
"Can you smell it drying up? Because the more you speak, it is.
" I shoot him a dismissive look, growing more annoyed by the second.
Just when I think I'm starting to appreciate Valmir, he has to speak up and remind me that he's an arrogant jerk.
Why, oh why, did my khui have to pick him?
What did I do to deserve this? I straighten my clothing and give him my most withering look. "You know the rules."
"We can bend the rules if we want to. I let you touch me, and I can smell that you enjoyed it." The cocksure arrogance is back in his voice. "You can't hide how you feel."
"I wasn't trying to. Here's a pro tip for you, Valmir.
Telling a girl she 'wants it' is pretty much going to guarantee that she's going to turn you down.
The last thing I want right now is for you to touch me.
" I brush my hands off, pau with the situation.
"In fact, I've had my fill of you for now, so I'd like for you to leave me alone for the rest of the day, please. "
"What about my next task?" he calls as I approach the entrance of the cave, irritated. "What's my assignment?"
I'm in no rush to give him what he wants. "I'll let you know in the morning."
And it's probably going to be one that gives me some space from him. Right now, I'm feeling a little stifled at how confident he is that he thinks he "has" me. A leather flower and an animal cage and suddenly Valmir feels like he owns me? I've been so happy to play along, too.
I've been caught up in how good resonance feels and forgot all about the fact that Valmir's a prick. That if I jump into bed with him, I'm going to get knocked up with his kid and then we're going to be looking down the pipeline of being stuck together forever.
Forever is a long fucking time and I am nowhere near ready for it.