Chapter 9 #3
Years of playing the guitar had left my fingertips calloused.
Briefly, I wondered if he’d find them too rough, then I felt the ridges beneath my fingers flare and took that as a sign he didn’t mind.
My thumb pressed against the dumbbell placed halfway down his cock.
The man beneath me groaned low in his throat, and the sight of it sent a shiver of want through me.
“Oh, you just keep getting better, don’t you? ”
I hadn’t been sure what was going to be waiting for me under that loincloth; hell, I half expected tentacles or some kind of face eating alien to pop out like in Alien vs. Predator, but undulating ridges with piercings on them? Oh, this was a marvelous turn of events.
I leaned in, letting my hands roam over his muscled thighs, feeling his body tense under my touch as I licked the underside of his dick from base to tip, tasting the drop of salty heat already beaded at the slit.
Osid let out a strangled groan; his horns scraped against wood as his head tipped back. He whispered something I couldn’t understand, and when I let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock, gold fangs sank into his lip. I smiled against his heat, my nipples pebbling as I felt him shiver.
I took my time feeding more of him into my mouth, my tongue tracing his length, learning every bump and ridge, teasing at the piercings on its head as he shuddered, and savoring the soft gasps he tried to keep under wraps.
“Are you trying to hide from me?” My fingers tightened around his base, squeezing as I ran my tongue over his slit. “That’s very cute, but a woman needs some encouragement, you know.”
The headboard creaked; Osid’s fangs sank deeper into the meat of his lip, but still he remained silent.
“Stop denying and sing for me.” Teal eyes clenched shut as I ran my tongue from base to tip, humming against his flesh when I sank his crown past my lips.
His cock jerked as I lapped a translucent bead from the slit of his crown, damn near whimpering myself at the heady taste of man prickling my tongue.
My lips strained around his girth, and I nearly choked when the ridges along the top and bottom pulsed, flaring out to stretch my lips before I retreated to let my tongue twirl around the flare of his crown.
Finally, the proud alien cried out, and my clit throbbed with need, almost an echo to how the muscles on his abdomen quivered the closer he came to release. I slid my fingers between my thighs to tease the swollen flesh, moaning as I swallowed more of him into me.
Strokes quickening, I heard wood crack as I swallowed around his cock, his deep voice rising to desperate whimpers until his hips stalled with a raw shout, then jerked.
Fingers wove tight into my hair as he held me still, releasing warm ropes of cum to splash against my tongue before trickling down my throat.
Greedy for it, I swallowed it all as I worked myself faster.
I glanced up to meet him, eyes wide, awestruck, and I opened my mouth to let him see the mess he’d left in my throat.
Osid rasped my name, and more seed hit my chin as his cock jerked. I stroked faster against my clit, groaning as I cleaned the head of his cock before I came with a shudder.
With a tug on my arm, Osid urged me toward him.
He gripped my waist and picked me up, carrying me back to the bathroom before setting me on a bench beside the shower.
He took a cloth from the rack and dampened it with hot water.
I relaxed into the seat and let him clean me up with gentle hands.
He leaned over and fervently kissed my temple, my lips, my neck before returning to his bed, wrapping me tight in his arms.
Some time later, I woke slowly, savoring the warmth of Osid’s body against my back.
For a short while, I let myself live in that moment.
A special kind of peace that only happens when you let your guard down and bare it all for a stranger.
But delusions could only last so long, and the unfamiliar smells of smoke and herbs, and the fact that the arms wrapped around me were fucking gray, had me coming to my senses a little quicker than normal.
Carefully, I untangled myself from Osid’s embrace, pausing as he stirred slightly.
His brow was furrowed in his sleep, no doubt putting someone in their place even in his dreams. I wondered if there was ever a time outside of this bed where he got to be vulnerable.
Leading whatever society this was didn’t seem to be doing him any favors.
Man had an assassin pretending to be his friend, and his own people trying to attack him in meetings.
I wished there was a way for me to help him.
But it wasn’t like I could just grab a sheet of paper and write “Hey good morning, last night was fun, your buddy Jivorn tried to skewer you like a meat kabob when we met. With love, Blair.”
Moving silently, I gathered up my clothes and dressed quickly. My body thrummed with a delicious satisfaction from last night. I allowed a last lingering glance at Osid’s sleeping form, then slipped out the window into the gray predawn.