Chapter 21 #4
Araxis's strong fingers threaded through my hair, palm resting on the top of my head; a frisson shivered through me as I pulled my stare away from his slit – pale and perfect, ridged with tiny little scales on the outside that felt incredible under my tongue – and up toward him and his endlessly dark eyes, half-lidded as he stared down at me, flushed.
His chin was tilted so that the look on his face was imperious, haughty, like he was a prince and I was just someone tending to him.
That thought hooked in my gut, a little spike of heat that caught in my tender flesh. I liked that. Which was – new.
I flushed with heat, my cock twitching as he stared down at me, studying me. "Yes," he said, voice low; I could feel his body rumbling, even where my palms were planted on his thighs. "You had best show me exactly what it is I do to you."
I pushed his thighs even farther apart, eager, palming the muscles that bunched beneath his skin as I tipped my mouth against him.
My tongue traced the length of his slit as he hissed out my name, tugging my hair so that I was entirely against him.
My skin flashed hotter as I devoured him, his slick sweet on my tongue as it dripped down my chin.
Araxis's legs quivered around me as he rocked himself against my mouth.
"Is this what you think of in those long meetings?" His voice was hoarse above me, ragged, like speaking was a challenge. "You imagine – touching me, having me, and the – the anticipation drives you mad."
I moaned against him, flicking my tongue against his slick opening, ravenous.
And no, I hadn't been thinking about this during meetings, but I certainly would be now.
Every time we met with some arrogant arkathi from another creche, I'd think about having Araxis here on this table.
I'd think about drinking him down, his fingers tangled in my hair, his body trembling against me.
Araxis made a sharp, startled sound, like he was about to come, but instead of spasming against me, he went very still as I lapped the liquid dripping down his slit.
He pushed me slightly, so that he held my mouth just off of him – and a second later, I heard it too.
The indistinct sounds of conversation moving up the hallway just beyond the thin door.
His eyes were endless black as he looked down at me, my lips swollen, my mouth gleaming wet. His purple tongue flicked out, traced his lower lip, thoughtful. Still, his fingers were tangled in my hair.
"We can go back to our room," I murmured, tipping my mouth against the smooth skin of his thigh. "If this feels too public."
He said nothing. His fingers spasmed against my scalp, his chest rising and falling rapidly, fluttering.
"Or," I continued, low, "I can keep going, if you'd like that. Some people like the risk of being caught. It can be hot." Beneath my hands, his thighs quivered, just a little – the echo of the low, sensuous purr deep in his chest.
"And you – you're a show-off," Araxis said, breathy.
I skimmed my teeth along his inner thigh, biting gently. "It doesn't matter what I want. You're taking what you want. So… what do you want?"
Araxis blinked once, very slowly, as he looked down at me kneeling before him like a supplicant.
I licked my lips, watching as he tracked the motion.
"You can keep going," he breathed finally, voices still humming just beyond the door.
"But – only if you get your cock out. I want to watch you touch yourself. "
Heat twisted hard in my abdomen, my heart suddenly in my throat in the most delicious way.
I released his thighs and untied my waistband with shaking fingers – I didn't understand how he did this to me, why I reacted this way to him, but it was like every word out of his mouth, every time he touched me, was brand new, a world unto itself – and groaned, low, as I tugged the waist of my pants down, freeing my hard length.
I reached one hand and ghosted a touch along Araxis's slit as he made a sound I could only describe as a whimper – needy, raw, surprised – before curling that hand around my length and starting to stroke.
And, look, I know how to put on a show, but I really didn't have it in me just then, my skin buzzing with heat and want as I slid my mouth against Araxis's slick entrance, my hand stuttering over my own cock which was way too eager for having barely been touched.
Araxis was gasping for breath as he hauled on my hair, tugging me hard against him; his hips spasmed against me, riding my face as he held me in place, as if there was anywhere else I'd rather be.
And then, with a sharp cry – one that absolutely would carry to whoever was in the hallway, in tone if not in content – he came in a gush of slick, dripping down my chin and pooling on the dark table beneath him.
I groaned, hoarse, as he released my head and I rocked back, still idly stroking myself, my touch light and hesitant.
Fuck, I was close; I'd told him I could practically come just from getting him off, and it was true.
Araxis stared at me, half-lidded, all heat and want as he pushed me back with one foot, shifting my weight so that he could get a better look.
Those pretty black eyes fluttered shut for a moment as his cock released from his body, his head tipping back as a soft moan loosed from his long, pale throat.
Outside, the voices had gone particularly quiet.
I fought against the smirk threatening to catch my swollen mouth – and won, because the moment Araxis opened his eyes, lips parted as he stared at me, breathing hard, all I could think about was how fucking hot he was and how just looking at him made my cock jump in my grip.
"Did you want to –" He paused, breath hitching as he got lost somewhere in the way my wrist was twisting as I casually jerked myself off, "Did you – want to see how I touched myself when I was thinking of you late at night?"
I actually had to close my eyes and squeeze my cock, sucking in a hard breath. "Yes, I want to see that," I rasped as my eyes fluttered back open.