CHAPTER 5
Mooralan lets me down and walks backward to the bed, holding my hand and taking me with him. When he sits on its edge, I start to wonder if we’re actually going to use it at all.
“Turn around.” he says, softly, and I do as he tells me.
When his hands wrap around my body, lifting me up, I open my legs and place my feet on either side of his hips. I understand what he’s doing. I’ll find out why later.
He kisses the base of my spine before he lowers me, guiding me to his cock.
The fingers of one of his hands spread me open and I exhale as he starts to ease me down onto him.
The barbs on his cock make me clench around him as my body tries to pull him in more quickly, but with my legs slung over him, I barely have to do anything to make it work.
His hands support me every inch of the way.
I reach back, slipping my hand behind his neck and stretching back to kiss the edge of his jaw.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Very okay.” Better than okay. Perfect.
I stretch up and bear down on him at the same time, rocking my hips as he presses the rest of the way in. Relishing in the fullness… maybe I’m foolish, but I want more.
He gives it to me.
Fingers find my clit and I drop my head back to his chest.
When his hands move on me, returning to all the pleasure points he found before, it starts to feel like I should be the one paying him.
His arms move me up and down, fucking me and using me to fuck himself.
“I never thought I’d enjoy feeling like a toy.”
“If you were my toy, I’d be like a child, unwilling to leave you behind no matter where I went.”
“I can’t be your teddy bear,” I raise my hand and thread it through his hair. “But I’ll be your fuck doll anytime you’d like. Just ask for me, and if I’m here, I’m yours.”
He makes a sound that might be an agreement and then, he stands and takes me to the window. “Hands on the glass.”
I press my palms to the cool surface as his hands grip my breasts, my hips, my hair…
“You’re more beautiful than the rings, more tempting than the paradise below us. I have never met anyone who makes me want the things you do, Jade.”
If he’s not sincere, he’s the best liar I’ve ever met.
I almost say “Good.” I don’t want him to feel this way with anyone else.
Too quickly, he makes a funny sound and my body tightens on him, but my mind sends out a warning and my eyes fly wide.
“Are you close?” I ask, looking at him in the reflection.
He nods, already turning us back to the bed.
I expect him to drop me onto my stomach and pin me down like that. But he doesn’t.
He flips me onto my back on the bed and plunges his cock into me again.
Thank God.
I want to see him when he comes.
Caged over me, his brows pinch and he kisses me in a way that makes me long for more.
The moment he pulls out of me, I want to beg him to put it back, but I don’t have the chance. His cum hits my stomach, hot and sticky, and he lifts himself up enough that it reaches all the way to my breasts before the flow ebbs.
I am covered in a blanket of it. We’re connected by it, and he drops his forehead to mine, “Being with you is like a drug, Jade. I know the moment I open my eyes and see you, I’m going to be painfully hard again, even though I won’t be ready to go again for a while, I wish I’d reserved the whole day. ”
I laugh and kiss him. “I’m not worth bankrupting yourself for.”
“You might be.”
He kisses me and I want to drag him back down for more, but the bot gives out its ten-minute warning burble and we both groan.
He hooks a finger underneath his cum and peels it off himself before standing to help me peel it off as well. He leaves what clings to the bedcovers where it fell.
Curiosity gets the better and I look down… the slime tank is empty. I bite my lip to keep the laughter in.
“Come on. I got you messy, the least I can do is help clean you off.” He leads me back into the bathroom, taking me straight into the shower stall and his hands work all at once to turn on the shower, to lather up the soap and to start to wash me clean.
He goes to his knees and even though he’s only a head shorter than me like this, I like it more than I probably should.
“I wish I had time to make you come again,” he says as he soaps the inside of my legs.
“Me too.”
His smile is soft as he rinses me off and when he kills the water, I shiver a little. But the towel he wraps around me helps.
He has to dry himself off too, so he leaves me to towel myself off and I watch as he pulls the jumpsuit from the cleaner. Slipping it on, his eyes meet mine as he does up the zip. He gives me an apologetic smile.
I want him to stay, too.
I still have the towel wrapped around me as I follow him out to the room.
The bot gives him another warning chirp and he looks up at it with a glare, but his smile returns when he looks down at me. “I hope I get to see you again.”
It’s my turn to smile, because what else can I say besides, “Me too.”
He gives me one final kiss and then steps out the door, disappearing into the darkness. I watch the closed door for a few moments, hoping that it isn’t a lie for him.
It’s not for me.