Chapter 10
JUNE
This man. This sweet, giant purple skyscraper of a man is a virgin. It’s going to take me at least a week to get over that. I’m his first kiss, and I’ll likely be his first lay. Unreal.
Did he push others before me away with his lack of social skills?
Because, okay, yes, he’s hard to read. And sometimes it may appear like he’s afraid of you, finds you irritating, is possibly repulsed by your smell, yada, yada.
Okay, yeah, that would likely be off-putting to a lot of people.
But man, give him a minute to open up, and he’s quite possibly the greenest flag that’s ever been flown.
I move over on the bed and gesture for him to lay down next to me.
When he does, I crawl over his legs and slowly slide his shorts down his hips as I kiss his stomach.
Each glorious ab flexes under my mouth, and when I look up, I find him already panting.
He lifts his hips for me, and his long, beautiful dick pops out, bobbing and as straight as an arrow.
He has a thatch of curly white pubes that are neatly trimmed, and no hair on his balls.
His dick a deep pinkish purple, especially around the fat mushroom head, and precome is leaking down the side, following the path of a particularly thick vein that makes my mouth water.
There’s nothing alien about his penis, other than the color, which is a relief as much as it is a bummer.
Frankly, I’m more surprised that he’s circumcised.
Or maybe he was born without foreskin? Who knows.
I was hoping for an extra appendage, maybe, or an outer layer that buzzes against my inner walls.
Then again, he could have a head that opens up to several rows of tiny teeth, and yeah… no, thank you.
His is definitely bigger than any dick I’ve previously encountered, but I can work with a gigantic dick in a pretty color. I’ll just move slowly. If the female body can push out a watermelon-sized human being, my pussy should be able to accommodate Ziv’s baseball bat.
Normally, I’d warm him up with a dozen or so strokes of my hand, to get a sense of how he likes it, then add my other hand to cup and lightly squeeze his balls, but tonight I decide to do things differently because there’s never been anyone like Ziv, and I’m too eager to take it slowly.
I flatten my tongue along the side of his shaft, moaning as I collect every droplet of come he’s released.
His entire body shudders when I reach the head and wrap my mouth around the tip, my lips stretching to fit his girth, giving it a little flick of my tongue.
“Ficq, June,” he moans, all four hands gripping the sheets beneath his massive body.
As I start to suck and take him deeper into my mouth, I notice a tingling sensation at the back of my throat. It’s odd, but I don’t let it deter me. Then I’m bobbing up and down on him, relaxing my jaw so I can take him as deep as possible, with only mild gagging slowing me down.
“You taste so good.” As another few drops of precome slide down my throat, I realize, he does, in fact, taste good. “What is that, vanilla?”
“Mm?” Ziv asks, his face twisted in ecstasy as he watches me.
The tingling in my throat increases, but I press on. I suppose it could be an allergic reaction to his come, but unless my face and tongue start swelling up, I’m no quitter.
I open my mouth wide and sink down on his length again, picking up the pace and sucking harder on his head each time. It doesn’t take long for his moans to get louder and more desperate.
Soon he’s tugging roughly at my hair, saying, “I’m close, June. I’m so close.”
But I don’t budge. I want to give him this. The full ride.
His back bows as he comes, and he shoves a pillow over his mouth to keep his screams from waking Akkal in the next room. I feel a burst of liquid heat shoot down my throat, and the tingling intensifies tenfold.
Confused, I release him, muttering, “Oh god, it’s your come.
” The taste of thick, sweet vanilla bathes my tastebuds, and I try to swallow as much of it as I can, but he’s still coming and it tastes so fucking good, and I don’t understand why.
It’s splattering all over my chin and down my neck, but it’s hard to care about that when I start to feel the tingles slide deeper through my body and into my stomach.
Goosebumps spill across my skin and suddenly it feels like every nerve ending awakens inside me, coming alive.
“‘S happening?” I ask, creeping forward on my knees.
“Come here,” he instructs, his front hands grasping my shoulders and guiding me onto my back. His chest is still heaving from his orgasm, but there’s a look in his eyes telling me he knows what’s going on with my body and everything will be all right.
I lock onto it as my back arches, and my clit begins to throb. I spread my fingers and toes, half expecting beams of light to come shooting out of them. My hips begin to roll as if dry humping the air will give me what I need.
“May I touch you?” he asks, reaching for the hem of my shirt.
I nod as a ragged moan is ripped from my throat. Am I about to come before he’s even put his hands on me? What the fuck is going on?
After he removes my shirt, I feel him slide my underwear down my legs and off my ankles before tossing them behind him.
I lift my head up just enough to watch him scoop some come off his stomach and reach toward my bare chest. Then his mouth forms a boyish smirk.
“I think you’re going to enjoy this.” He goes to tip his hand over to dump it on my left breast, but stops.
“If you don’t like it, please tell me immediately. Okay?”
Words are too difficult to form at the moment, so I give him another nod.
The moment it hits my nipple, my body contracts, and I feel every muscle clench. His wet fingers rub a circle into my right nipple, and the tension eases, yet simultaneously intensifies.
“M-ma-magic come,” I stammer as my body quakes uncontrollably. My vision is starting to blur as I lose myself to the euphoric wave of prickles and gentle heat that begin at the very edge of my fingernails and runs to the tips of my toes.
His laugh is cocky as his chest puffs out.
I feel him drag his hand down the center of my belly, tracing the outer edge of my belly button, then moving it down through my pubic hair.
“You have hair here.” He leans down to take a deep inhale, then rubs his cheek against it, which would normally make me curl up into a mortified little ball, but it’s hard to care about anything that isn’t getting more of his come inside me and all over me.
“So lovely.” He spreads the lips of my pussy and leans down again. “So pink.”
The finger he uses along my folds must be covered in his come because my hips buck so hard I bonk him in the nose. He recovers before I can grow too concerned, rubbing the bridge of his nose and smiling wide.
He slowly inserts one finger, watching my every twitch and breath.
It’s not enough. I’m teetering on the edge here and just want him to shove me off.
“M-more.”
“You feel incredible,” he says, voice husky and eyes glazed as they remain locked on me. “You are incredible.”
My orgasm rips through me suddenly, violently.
I don’t scream. The sound gets lodged in my throat, and I don’t even breathe as my body rocks in an endless shudder.
It feels like I’m floating, and the only proof I’m not is Zivren’s heavy body pressing me into the mattress as he lays on top of me offering long, tender kisses.
I feel his lips charting their course across my chin, cheeks, eyelids, and then over my hair as his many strong arms wrap around me. As I start to come down, I expect the tremors still tearing through my body to stop, but they don’t.
He must notice this too because he kisses my forehead and releases me. “That won’t cease until you take the neutralizer.”
Before I can summon the composure to ask what the hell that is, he returns with a brown vial. “Open your mouth. I’m going to place a drop on your tongue.”
I do as he says, and as soon as I swallow that single drop, my muscles unclench and the quaking stops. Then he takes a damp washcloth and tenderly removes his come from my skin.
When he settles in next to me, I rest my head on his shoulder as I let out a deep, full-body yawn. “Explain something. How did you know just how magical your come was without any sexual experience?”
“Mm.”
This is a smiling, contented grunt. Officially my favorite of all his grunts.
“I may not have had sexual intercourse, or had a female put their mouth on me before, but I have used my seed––my oonya,” he clarifies––“to give others pleasure. That is the extent of my experience, however.” His eyes widen.
“It was nothing like that before. The way your body reacted was different.”
“Different?” A knot forms in the pit of my stomach as we wade deeper into the previous-partner discussion. I know I drove us here, but suddenly I find myself growing possessive over this man and worried his past partners were better in bed.
His teal eyes lock onto mine, and his voice softens. “Remarkable.”
I melt at the word, and it doesn’t take long for sleep to take me away.
The next morning, we wake up in bed together, limbs tangled and wearing smiles we can’t seem to break.
“We should speak to Akkal, right?” I ask, pulling my T-shirt back over my head.
I’m not itching to have this talk, but it feels like we need to, if only to let him know this isn’t typical nanny/vatra behavior.
“If, you know, we’re going to be”––fuck, how do I describe this without overreaching or diminishing it?
––“increasing our intimacy in front of him. As in, not just out of the house when the orange idiots are watching.”
Zivren nods as he pulls on his shorts, his expression once again unreadable. Worry pulls at my insides. Did I insult him? Make too much of what happened between us? I wish I could read his mind right about now.
“Yes,” he finally says. “We should.”
The silence lingering between us gnaws at me, so I do what I always do and fill it. “Only if you think it’s a good idea, of course. I don’t want to overstep, but if he were to walk in on us kissing…”
He holds up a hand. “I agree, June. It must be addressed.”
But how are we planning on addressing it? I want to ask. The words almost come out too, but Zivren marches out of the room, and I scramble to throw on underwear and pants so I don’t miss anything.
Akkal is rocking in his chair as he watches an animated show on the projector. His hair is mussed from sleep, and there are indents from his pillow etched into his cheek. He opens his front arms wide as Ziv approaches, and he’s hauled into his father’s embrace.
When Ziv puts him down, he drops a hand to Akkal’s shoulder. “We must talk, okay?”
Akkal nods as he hops onto the couch next to his father.
I lean on the arm of the couch, close enough to jump in but providing enough distance for Ziv to take the lead in this conversation.
“June and I are different now, Akkal. She is not just your nanny anymore.”
Akkal looks up at me. “She’s not?”
I smile back because what am I supposed to say to that? I really wish we rehearsed this because I have no idea what’s about to come out of Ziv’s mouth, and I just want Akkal to be okay with it.
Ziv’s eyes land on me, searching for something. After a pregnant pause which feels like it lasts an entire nine months, he says, “We are close friends. Very close friends.”
Friends? Really?
He must notice the stiffness in my shoulders because he continues with, “You see, when two friends are close like June and me, it’s not uncommon for there to be long hugs and perhaps even the occasional mouth press.”
Akkal’s nose scrunches up. “What’s a mouth press?”
Oh god. I drop my face into my hands, wishing I were invisible. That the carpet could swallow me whole.
“Another name for a mouth press is a kiss. It’s something very close friends do; you might find June and I…doing it…” he clears his throat as he looks at me, panic swirling in his eyes, “occasionally. You know, the, uh, pressing together of our mouths.”
“Kiss. Kiss, kiss. Kiss, kiss, kiss.” Akkal repeats the word, giggling at the sound. “Can I kiss my friends too?”
“No,” I answer quickly. “Not unless you ask first if you can.”
“Right, and this is only something very close friends do,” Zivren clarifies, putting an emphasis on very.
I wish he would stop doing that because, regardless of how he phrases it, Akkal is going to have a very specific and inaccurate view of how friends act with each other.
“Kissing is mostly for grown-up very close friends,” I add, hoping it’s enough to deter him from running around and putting his mouth on every child he interacts with.
Akkal nods as he looks between the two of us.
Zivren looks hopeful. “Do you have any questions?”
“Can I go outside with Soppo?”
We both let out a sigh of relief before Ziv says it’s okay.
“That was…”
“It was not good,” he admits, watching Akkal from the front window. “But it’ll work for now.”
“Just make sure you don’t include the word friend in your sex talk when he gets older.”
He chuckles, and the rough sound of it makes my stomach flutter.
About an hour later as Akkal finishes his breakfast, there’s an ominous pounding on the front door. Ziv and I exchange a knowing glance. We’ve been waiting for this day to come.
It’s time for the first part of the test.