CHAPTER 4
“Jade?” he asks, lips pressed to mine, hands smoothing over my back, my ass, down my legs.
“Mmhmm?”
“Can I taste you?”
He can do anything he wants to me.
I don’t say that, of course. The menu and its audit exist for a reason.
“I got to taste you.” I pull back and trace his lips with my fingers. “I guess it’s only fair that I return the favor.”
He says something in a language I don’t know, but it has the same gravity as “thank God.”
Licking his lips, he slides his hands down my sides and between my legs, but he doesn’t go to his knees like I expect him to.
No, he gets all eight hands where he wants them, and then he lifts me higher.
“Oh!” The little sound of surprise makes him smile.
Arranging my legs over his shoulders, he holds me in front of him, hands supporting me like I’m on a plank, not suspended in mid air.
Before I can make a joke about feeling like a sandwich, his mouth finds my pussy, and all words leave me. I can only gasp.
My mind goes fully blank before everything rushes back.
I wriggle for a moment before the sensations turn from startling to soothing. I almost let myself be an innocent bystander.
It would be so easy to just lie back and take whatever he gives me, but I can think of a way we’ll both have more fun.
Unlike in the booth, my hair is going to get in the way of what I want to do.
My fingers quest for the hair tie I wear on my wrist like a bracelet and once I have it, I scoop my hair back into a messy bun.
Once it’s out of the way, I move the hands supporting my shoulders and Mooralan lets me drop back. I take a moment here to enjoy the way his tongue works me, and the beauty out the window.
Those hands that had supported me go straight to my breasts, pinching my nipples and I tighten around his tongue.
He’s good at this… good at toying with me. Good at finding all the right spots… Mooralan knows what he’s doing and I am very happy to reap the benefits of his experience.
It’s a struggle not to come, but I have plans, and focusing on them helps.
A little.
Each time I gently nudge his hands, he lets me dip further back. I can feel the reluctance to release me, but he never pauses to argue.
I prefer it to being dropped, but it makes me wish I’d thought of this before we started. It takes so long.
The backbend I ease into gives him complete access to me still… The six of his arms that aren’t holding me up haven’t stopped caressing me, and I feel a little bad that I can’t fully enjoy it.
What I want is in reach and I take hold of his cock—he jerks and I feel the sharp inhale against my pussy.
If I was taller, I could suck his cock like this.
I haven’t wanted to be taller in a very long time.
That disappointment is tempered by his tongue, and I have to settle for stroking his cock and toying with his sack instead.
The cum inside of them has filled them nearly to bursting and I give them a little squeeze, watching the slime inside move.
He growls a warning at me and I chuckle as I return my full attention to his cock.
I can see the faint outlines of us in the window—when my eyes aren’t closed or crossed—and Mooralan is right… this view is beautiful. He’s my only distraction, but in the best possible way.
I think the room could catch fire and I’d stay exactly where I am instead of trying to save myself.
His tongue works me open, hands on my ass hold me to his face, hands on my stomach stroke and claw, hands on my nipples twist and tweak.
When his lips latch onto my clit, I know I’m done for.
“Shit.” The word is a whisper swallowed up by the moan that wracks through my whole body.
I come as two of his hands take hold of my thighs so I don’t accidentally choke him out.
I definitely would have.
He doesn’t stop sucking and flickering his tongue over my pussy until my fight turns to whimpering moans.
Hands smooth up my spine, righting me as I twitch and shudder through the end of my orgasm, and he holds me high and tight to his chest.
Kissing my breasts as my head lolls back and I come down.
“Are all Earth women that flexible?” he asks, softly.
“No. I used to do a sport that required it.”
He looks down at my knee and traces the line of one of my scars. “Is that what these are from?”
“Yes.” Maybe I shouldn’t have given him question permissions. “Sometimes you fall and things break, or you land the wrong way and things tear.” After a while, you have to start weighing the risk with heavier negatives.
I can still stretch almost as much as I could when I was competing… but anything that requires possible impact… I’ve been broken too many times to tempt those fates again.
He smooths a stand of hair away from my face and his fingers trail over the tattoo on the back of my neck, but he doesn’t ask about it. He looks up at the ceiling and asks something in the language I don’t understand.
The bot answers him in kind and then repeats it in English for me.
“There are twenty-three minutes and five seconds remaining in this session.”
Because the rooms are set on time blocks where the booth is a “one come and done” limit. And I am more than ready to fuck him. Saliva and the aftermath of my orgasm have left me a slick mess. I want to slide down onto him and ride him the way he deserves, but…
I had forgotten that the bot is here, so I ask it a question that Mooralan didn’t have the answer to. “Query?” I wait for the bot to burble its acknowledgement and then ask. “Can he come inside me?”
“Affirmative. Phantom has a surgical team on standby, just in case.”
Both of us freeze, but I’m the one who asks, “In case of what?”
“Overly aggressive adhesion.”
Mooralan shakes his head and kisses my jaw before he whispers. “I am not going to risk putting you through surgery. We can stick to mouths and hands and fingers.”
“No. I want you.” I bite my tongue and hope that I’m not being a fool. “You’re just going to have to make sure your pull out game is on point.”