Chapter 10
CHAPTER
TEN
LILY
“OH, two can play at this game.”
I am as corny as I’ve ever been in my entire life, and if he wants to watch me bathe, if he wants to make sure that his little lesson has paid off, that I’ve learned whatever it was he was trying to teach me—well, fuck that.
I’ll be the one to make him beg. Dick.
Sitting back on the chair, I scoop up the strange alien shower head. And I spread my legs wide.
Zan stares at me, unable to look away.
Aha. If he wants to play this game, I’ll fucking play this game, and I’ll win.
Slowly, the shower head dribbles out water, and I follow the rivulet down my body with my hand. I open my knees wider still, edging to the very end of the chair’s seat and lean back.
It feels really good, the hot water streaming between my thighs.
Zan snarls, an animalistic noise that makes me feel even hotter. Even though I’m furious with him, with myself, I’m enjoying every second of it.
I slip a finger between my folds, pulling myself wide for him so he can watch as I make tiny circles around my clit. I moan, needing more because it’s not enough. I need two hands, I need his hands, I need his mouth.
I clench my jaw and stare at him, watching him watch me, and it sends me even higher, makes me even hotter. Fanning the flames of my desire so high that if this is the game, I’m not sure either one of us will win or if we’ll both end up losing.
“You said you wanted to wash me,” I say, my voice a deep, breathy rasp. “Then you can wash my feet while I finish what you tried to start.”
Zan drops to his knees in front of me, and I arch my back, pushing my pelvis forward, spreading my knees even wider.
He takes the shower head, and with a wicked smile, pours water over my sensitive parts as I continue to rub.
“Hmm.” I wrap his nose with a finger. “You don’t get to touch that.”
“I didn’t touch it,” he says. “The water did.”
With that, he leans forward and inhales. “And the next time I get near this, it’ll be my tongue on it, not your fingers.”
“You wish,” I tell him, but it comes out a groan.
I push two fingers deep inside me, wishing it were more, wishing it were thicker.
Wishing it were him. It makes a slick sound, sloppy almost, and it would be embarrassing if it didn’t feel so good, if it weren’t for the way that Zan has completely forgotten the shower head in his hand, watching me with avid interest.
As I pump my fingers inside me, circling my clit while he watches, kneeling in front of me, I realize I’ve never done this in front of anyone before, never had any desire to—but he’s looking at me like I’m the most beautiful, fascinating thing he’s ever seen.
And I’m wondering why I didn’t do this before now.
Why this weird, twisted competition with him to see who can tease the other one the most is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done in my life.
“Are you thinking about my cock? While you do that to yourself?”
“I am,” I whisper, because I want to know what it would feel like to have him inside me.
“You’re not going to be able to get off without it,” he growls, and there’s a challenge in his voice.
“Is that right?” I tell him, because I feel pretty close.
“That’s as close as you’ll get,” he responds, still watching my sopping fingers move in and out of my body.
I rub my clit harder, needing to come, and he gives a rough laugh at my dedication to the cause.
“The heat will keep you from coming without my touch.”
“Then touch me,” I moan.
“You have to beg.”
“I’m not begging,” I say, my voice a needy whine.
“You are driving me crazy, female.”
“Good.” But my satisfaction is thin because the orgasm I thought was building is fading away just as quickly.
“I’m not gonna beg you. Not ever.”
“Then you’ll never be fucked by me,” he says simply. “But look at all that delicious honey leaking everywhere because you need me so badly.”
There’s a wicked glint in his eyes as he says it, he’s so close now.
I’m desperate now, adding a third finger, pumping in and out of myself as fast as I can, but it’s not doing anything. It’s not enough.
“Even three won’t stretch you far enough for me, Lily. Even with all that delicious honey you’re wasting, three won’t be enough for you to prepare for what I feel like inside of you.”
I moan, because I know he’s not just bragging.
“Let me help you,” he says a plea to his voice. “Tell me that you won’t be angry if I help you, Lily.”
He’s so close now, his face pressed against my inner thigh as he watches my fingers work me.
“You said I had to beg,” I whine, my need for him making me out of my mind. The more I touch myself, the worse it gets. I thought it would take the edge off, but it’s only making it worse.
“You can beg so prettily, though, can’t you, Lily, with those pink lips?”
He reaches out a talon, brushing it against the apex of my sex, and I nearly wheeze at the difference between our touches.
“Beg for me, and I will help you with this. You’re so tight that it will take a few days to get you ready to take all of me anyway. Even with the heat, even with this delicious honey.”
His tongue sneaks out, and he licks my thigh where I’ve dripped all over myself.
“You’re such a fucking mess for me. I thought we were going to clean you up, but I guess I’ll have to do it with my tongue.”
“Please, Zan, please do it with your tongue,” I plead. “This is me begging. I swear I want it. I’m begging you. Please help me.”
“That’s a good fucking female,” he says, and that’s all it takes for him to do what I need, what we both need.
His hands bracket my upper thighs, and I moan as he pushes my legs further apart. He licks me slowly, cleaning me up.
“You taste so sweet,” he moans. “Sweeter than anything I’ve ever had in my life.”
His words vibrate against me, and the orgasm I thought was fading away starts to build again.
“Zan!” I call out, and he looks up at me with satisfaction and lust.
“Hold on to my horns, and I’ll give you what you want.”
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, his lips brushing against my already swollen clit as he says it, and it’s all I can do to grab onto the ridged purple horns protruding from his silver hair.
His wings spread wide, and then he’s on me, ravenous.
His tongue mimics what I tried to do myself, but it’s so much better with him. It’s right.
It’s all I can do to hold on as he pulls my legs further apart, then wraps them around his neck, and I cling to his horns, guiding him, pulling him closer, wanting even more.
When my orgasm finally erupts out of me, I’m calling his name, hoarse from begging, exactly like he told me I would.
And the wildest part is, I’m grateful.