Chapter 12 #2
“Of course not,” he says. “Didn’t you read the clause about sexual encounters not being televised in your contract? Do they show things like this on your planet?”
“Well,” I say slowly, “usually the things that are on TV are blurred out, but, you know, they happen and they make all kinds of suggestive noises. Or it’s like a pay-per-month situation on the darker corners of the internet.”
“Are you nervous, my sweet Lily?” he asks, sitting up on his elbows.
I miss the way the weight of his hand felt on my head and neck as he pushed me down.
“Why would I be nervous?” I say cockily. “I’m about to blow your mind.”
“Are we back to that, then?” he says, sighing a little bit, a hint of something I can’t identify flitting through his eyes before they tighten again, his mouth a smirk as he readjusts his hand on my shoulder. “Then drink up, little human, because I have the only thing that you need.”
Pure lust roars through me, and I can feel my body ratcheting up in preparation. But not for the blowjob I’m planning—because I need him. I need him somewhere besides my mouth, I need him to fill me up completely.
But he won’t do that unless I know that I want to be with him.
I push the thought from my mind—the thought of forever, the thought of what if we don’t get off this goddamn space station. I push all those thoughts aside, and focus on the one thing I can control.
Making sure that he feels good. Making sure that he knows that I’m the one in charge here, not him.
I sink down slowly, savoring the heated way he watches me from heavy, hooded eyes. His wings fan out slowly as I look at the tip of his cock, precum already dribbling out.
It tastes fucking delicious, which is bizarre, but I don’t want to worry about that either. I don’t want to think about anything other than how I feel and the way he’s looking at me right now and how I have him in the palm of my hand.
I’m the one in control.
I look further down, and his cock is huge. There’s literally no way I can give him this blowjob the way I’m used to, especially not with the fact that it’s doing that sky-thing he was talking about, pulsing strangely.
Frankly, it’s slightly off-putting to have a cock do that in your mouth, but the noises he’s making, the way that his taloned hand is flexing along my shoulders as he tries to keep control, is gratifying enough that I can look past it. Or more accurately, I can lick past it.
That’s about all I can do.
Before long, I figure out what he likes, and I work my hands along the length of him, licking and sucking where I can. I reach one hand down to his balls, heavy and full of his cum, and I begin to gently massage them as I work his hot length.
His hands are heavy on my shoulders, the tips of his talons pricking my skin as he groans, practically whimpering my name. He tells me I’m his female, that I’m a good little human, that he wants to fill me up. That he can’t wait to pin me down and take me.
And as he talks himself through his own orgasm, I feel one of mine building in return.
It doesn’t take long before he jerks, filling my mouth with his salty release. I do my best to drink it down, because I know, for some reason, men like that. And Zan, as different as he is—a completely different species—doesn’t seem any different than human men in that regard.
In fact, the hot look of satisfaction on his face as I wipe the cum from my lips then clean the rest off his cock while he continues to shudder is enough to make me want to do it again as soon as possible.
Without thinking, I put my hand between my legs, aching, needing release, especially after that.
“You’re better than ever after taking care of me, aren’t you, my little Lily?” he says. “Poor little Lily, so needy for my cock.”
“I am,” I tell him, whimpering, unable to help myself.
With a bare, elegant movement, he pulls me up so that I’m straddling his chest, my wetness dripping all over his purple scales. I move slightly, needing friction as I moan, and he takes my nipples in both hands, working them.
“I want you to kiss me,” he says. “Do it again.”
I do as he asks without even thinking, wanting it too, and our mouths meet as he leans up to capture mine with his.
I like that he doesn’t care that I still have his spend on my mouth. I like that he seems to want to kiss me because of it, like he’s marking me, and maybe it’s some strange, primitive part of me that takes satisfaction.
But I’m satisfied nonetheless.
“Do you need me still, Lily?” he asks against my mouth, his tongue flickering out, licking my lips like he’s taking his turn to clean me of the proof that I made him shatter just as easily as he made me.
“You’ll have to beg again, Lily, if that’s the little game you want.”
“I’m not begging,” I tell him. “I’m taking.”
“That’s not how this works, my sweet,” he says, flicking my nipple with one finger.
The pain makes the pleasure of his mouth closing over it even better, and I groan, my fingernails scrambling against his scaled shoulders as he sucks my breast deep into his mouth. The sharpness of his fang scrapes against my breast, and I’m sure that it’ll leave a mark.
And for some reason, the idea absolutely delights me.
“I’m not begging.”
“Have it your way,” he says. “You don’t beg, and I don’t give.”
“Fine,” I tell him. “Also, I have no idea what I’m going to wear today.”
My voice is unsteady, my legs are even more so as I make my way out of the bed, pretending like I don’t give a shit that I’m about ten seconds away from losing my mind if I don’t have another orgasm.
But I’ll be damned if I let him get the best of me again.
I have the last word with that blowjob, and that’s that.