Chapter 12 #2
Inkiri clicked. “Sadir. Pleasure play is no reward a hangu-na is due. I know Earth customs are different, and Donna talks a lot about the patriarchy, but you don’t have to think like that anymore.”
The issue was probably that I’d not had the time to prepare the looking sexy bit. I was pretty sure that as a competent trophy mate, I should’ve been able to get Inkiri ready to want me with the faintest sigh of desire, but clearly, there was more practice required to make that happen.
“I know that, but… I didn’t actually mean it that way? You did something very special, and it makes you pretty hot.” I fanned myself. “What am I to do about that?”
He tilted his head one way, clicked, tilted it the other. His cat eyes narrowed. “You want my cock? You want me to make you feel good?”
“Only if you want to.” Coy, I thought. Be coy.
Inkiri leaned forward. “I always want to, Sadir.”
Then he kissed me, the human way, but he never deepened that kiss, moving to my throat instead.
The satisfaction of succeeding in my awkward seduction filled me like water filling a leaky sports bottle. There’d be some spillage at first, but after a while, I’d be good enough to be like a new and fancy sports bottle when it came to seduction.
For now though, I was looking forward to the leaky bit—not sports bottles; my husband’s cock. The spillage too. I fumbled while he licked and clicked, and when I couldn’t get his pants open, he had the nerve to chuckle.
“’S not funny. Stupid knots.”
“If my pants were too loose, they’d easily slip in battle, but I can see the appeal of looser clothes now.” He pulled back. “Can I undress you first, my Rory? I like seeing you.”
My cheeks turned the color of billet beans, but unless I was mistaken, that made Inkiri’s nostrils flare and his eyes go wide.
I didn’t like that me being embarrassed was sexy to him, but maybe learning to blush on cue was something I could manage, right after I figured out how to effectively faint into my mate’s arms.
“Okay. But…you won’t stare?”
He brushed my chin with the pad of his thumb.
“Do you really not like it when I look at you?” He tilted his head.
“Sweet thing, if you were ever worried about not looking like a bagu, then know that I don’t care.
I want only you, and I love how you look.
Your little cock—normal-sized cock—and your pink nipples, and—”
I clamped both hands over his mouth while turning a comprehensive crimson. “I see! Yes! Makes sense. Let’s stop talking and do the undressing, okay?”
I could feel his smile under my palms. That sly monster knew exactly what him talking was doing to me, and he did it anyway. I really, really loved him.
He flicked the hem of my T-shirt and ran his fingers from my side to just above my navel. It didn’t exactly make me shiver, but it made me drop my hands from his mouth.
“My pretty human mate.” He made his purring noises, interspersed with a click here and there, and that did things to me. “I enjoy touching your skin. Your hair is such an unusual color that I could look at it all day long.”
“You don’t have to butter me up, you know.” I pointed my thumb at the double bed we shared, just barely large enough to accommodate Inkiri’s horns. “I could just lie down?”
“Butter you up? We can try that. We’ll ask Charles for an extra sheet, and then I’ll rub some butter or oil all over you.”
He chuckled when I looked at him, probably with that expression that screamed of me being constipated. “What!”
“I was just thinking, since your normal-sized cock doesn’t get slick, you might enjoy it.”
I frowned. “Not buying that. I think you just want me to turn red, and I also think someone sounding like a British secret agent knows exactly what buttering up means.”
“I know what it means.” He sank to his knees, so graceful, so elegant. “Can I apologize for teasing you?”
He went from almost tickling my belly to caressing my cock through my shorts, which were a hand-me-down from Kinnek and pretty short, though not as short as they were on him. With Inkiri being as tall as he was, he didn’t have to crane his head back far to look up at me with his eyebrows raised.
It took me a moment to realize he’d asked me a question, but I couldn’t be expected to keep track of a conversation when someone was touching me like this, especially not Inkiri.
“Uh…yeah?” I wasn’t actually sure what the question had been. I was just hoping that this was the right answer.
Inkiri made a purring noise and nodded. “Thank you.”
Yup, yeah, I’d chosen well. I started to understand just how well when he unbuttoned my shorts with a few deft movements, the zipper following in short order. Really, that was unfair. Objectively, his fingers were bigger, but my human shorts still didn’t pose much of an obstacle to him.
That was especially annoying since I was almost convinced they were women’s shorts.
I’d asked Kinnek about it, but he’d given me a confused look and had said something of the effect of, “shorts are shorts.” In retrospect, I was glad I hadn’t asked a follow-up that might have got me into an uncomfortable gender discourse yet again.
Well, regardless of what type of butt these shorts were meant to clad, mine was soon revealed. Inkiri put one of his big hands on my right cheek, but that wasn’t where his focus was. My cock was pretty much level with his face. Well, maybe he had to look down a little bit.
“Hmm.”
“I-it’s not for eating.” My face couldn’t go any more crimson, but at least we were alone, unlike when we were soaking. Also, I knew what he was about to do, and I wanted it, so much. Yes, feeling his barb was one kind of bliss, but his rough tongue on my cock was quite another treat.
“I know exactly what it’s for.”
He opened his mouth, and the moment I felt that warmth, then his tongue, I screamed. The only thing that might’ve prevented it would’ve been a gag. Inkiri just kept on going, and since I hadn’t been quite prepared for how good this would feel, I continued moaning, my knees threatening to give out.
But Inkiri was prepared for it. He was holding me up with one hand and with the other he guided me to hold his horns, which I did. I heard a harsh intake of breath from him when I tightened my grip, feeling the ridges press into my skin.
He pulled back, circling the root of my cock with his fingers and playing with my balls while he was at it. He was suckling my tip, his eyes on my face, watching every heaving breath, every gasp that left my trembling lips.
There had never been any chance that I would last long enough to feel like I was accomplished at sex. I managed an “I—I—I…” but then my body was tipping over the cliff, and I was coming in Inkiri’s mouth.
His eyelids flickered with pleasure, and I watched as he swallowed. It was quite the sight, knowing exactly what he had in his mouth, what he was drinking down so greedily and licking off my spent cock when the rush was over.
“That was not a reward, but a gift,” he whispered, his voice very low.
By that point, I was too boneless, too spent to respond.
Maybe it was the really nice orgasm, or maybe it was him giving me my backpack when I’d thought it was lost, but either way, I turned gooey in his arms. Inkiri picked me up and put me on the bed, where he stripped me naked, just like he’d wanted, but instead of staring and making me uncomfortable, he undressed too and snuggled into bed with me, holding me close, so close.
I drifted off into a well-deserved nap with my mate holding me tightly. I knew he’d never let me go, and I loved him so much for it.