11. Clair #4
“Well, after I’d gotten you good and wet, I would pull down those tiny little underthings and lick you,” Kaelus told her. “I’d spread your soft little pussy open with my tongue and taste your sweet juices until you moaned for me and pulled my hair.”
“You…you’d want me to pull your hair?” Clair panted.
He nodded.
“Pull my hair…scratch my back and shoulders…bite me…moan for me—I’d want you to let me know how you feel. I love a woman who gives feedback.”
Clair could just imagine it now—the big Hybrid between her thighs, licking her pussy as she moaned and cried his name and gripped those broad shoulders…
Suddenly, she was right on the edge.
“Oh…” she moaned, closing her eyes tightly. “Oh, I’m so close…”
“Just from playing with your nipples?” Kaelus growled. “Gods, they must be really sensitive.”
“They are,” Clair admitted. “I can almost…almost come when I touch them the right way.”
“Almost isn’t good enough. Clair, open your eyes and look at me,” he commanded.
Clair opened her eyes automatically and saw that he was watching her hungrily as he stroked himself.
“Wh-what?” she panted.
“I want you to touch your pussy,” he growled softly. “I want you to make yourself come—want us to come together.”
Clair bit her lower lip. Should she really go that far? But it didn’t seem that much worse than what she was already doing.
“All…all right,” she whispered. Slipping one hand down the front of her underpants, she cupped her pussy which was hot and wet and slippery for him.
“That’s right,” Kaelus growled. “Stroke your little pussy—find your clit for me and slide your finger around and around it and imagine it’s my tongue.”
“Oh, God!” Clair moaned, as she obeyed his order. She could imagine his hot tongue circling her aching clit—the mental image was so clear it was almost like it was really happening.
“Fuck…” Kaelus growled. “Love to watch you pet your hot little pussy. Getting so fucking close, Lissa’ra!”
“I…I am too!” Clair moaned. “Oh God, Kaelus, I’m so close!”
“Come then!” he commanded, his own hand speeding to a blur as he stroked harder and faster. “Come for me, Lissa’ra—let me watch you coming for me!”
There was something about his tone of command spoken in that deep, growling voice that pushed Clair right over the edge. Her hips bucked helplessly and with a cry, she found herself coming as pleasure swept over her in a dizzying flood.
Kaelus made a low, guttural sound and then thick ropes of white cream started shooting from the head of his cock. They landed on his broad, bare chest as he stroked, never stopping as he watched her coming with him.
At last, Clair couldn’t stay upright anymore. Moaning softly, she fell over on her side, one hand still between her legs as she tried to catch her breath. She couldn’t help feeling like this was the most erotic event of her entire life and she and Kaelus hadn’t even touched each other.
“Good girl,” he rasped and she opened her eyes to see that her head had landed beside his on his pillow and they were almost eye-to-eye. “Good girl to pet your pussy and come so hard for me.”
Clair felt her cheeks heat with a blush, but she found she liked the praise.
Her ex had never wanted to play any kind of naughty games in the bedroom, though she’d had more than a passing interest in dominance and submission.
Kaelus, on the other hand, had a natural dominance about him and he didn’t seem to mind using it.
“That was…was amazing,” she whispered, looking at him. “Can’t believe we did it but it felt really good.”
“For me too, Lissa’ra,” he rumbled. “Fuck—I need to clean up. I’m a fucking mess.”
“Me too, I guess.” Feeling embarrassed, Clair pulled her hand out of her panties and found that her fingers were shiny with her juices. “I, uh, better to wash my hands,” she murmured.
“No, wait.” Kaelus growled. He held out a hand. “Let me.”
“Let you what?” Clair asked, frowning.
“Let me clean your fingers for you.”
And before she could react, he had her by the wrist and was sucking her first two fingers into his hot mouth.
As she watched in startled fascination, he sucked both fingers clean, his eyes holding hers the whole time. She could feel the sharp edges of his fangs, but he never cut her with them, just sucked every last drop of her juices away before releasing her wrist.
“There—all clean,” he growled.
Clair looked at her hand.
“Do you like the way I taste?” The words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.
“I fucking love the way you taste.” His golden eyes held hers for a long time. “The only thing that would be better would be tasting your honey straight from the source.”
“Oh…I…” Clair wasn’t sure what to say.
“But we can’t do that,” he went on, before she could gather her thoughts. “If I tasted you, I don’t know if I could stop myself from taking you. You’re too damn gorgeous and I’ve wanted you for too damn long.”
“You…you have? I mean, you’ve been thinking about me that way since before tonight?” Clair asked.
The big Hybrid’s eyes flashed.
“I’ve been thinking about you that way almost from the first minute I saw you. That’s what I meant when I said you’re distracting.”
Clair bit her lip. And here she’d thought he meant she bothered or irritated him and interrupted his work. When actually every time he’d complained she was “distracting” him, what he’d meant was that he couldn’t stop wanting her.
The realization threw their relationship in the lab into a whole new light and Clair suddenly felt hot and cold all over.
“I…I didn’t know that was what you meant,” she whispered.
He shook his head.
“Doesn’t matter. Look, I should clean up.”
“Oh, um, okay.”
Realizing she was still halfway bare, Clair quickly pulled her nightgown down and scooted over so he could get off the bed.
Kaelus went into the bathing suite and she heard water running for a while. Then he came back with an unreadable expression on his face. For a long moment he just stood there by the side of the bed, looking at her.
Clair was beginning to feel self-conscious.
“Well? What are you waiting for—come to bed,” she said, pulling back the golden metallic cover for him.
But Kaelus just stood there.
“Clair, we cannot do this again,” he rumbled.
“Allowing ourselves to be intimate in this way is ill advised—especially given your wish to never again be with a male and the fact that I am unable to form a Bond with a woman. Such a relationship serves no purpose other than to cause confusion which I fear may lead to pain if we become too close.”
Clair stiffened—was he already pushing her away? It certainly felt like it. Also, she noticed he was back to his more formal speech patterns now that he had eased his sexual tension.
She reached for one of the gold blankets and pulled it up over her shoulders.
“Fine. That’s fine,” she muttered and turned her back to him. “Let’s just try and get some sleep.”
The bed dipped as Kaelus climbed in beside her and then she heard him say,
“Please don’t be offended. I just don’t think we should start something that neither of us is willing or able to finish.”
“I understand.” Clair drew the metallic gold coverlet closer around her own shoulders. For some reason, she felt like crying but she told herself that was foolish. After all, it wasn’t like they’d had sex and then he’d rejected her. They hadn’t even touched each other—she needed to get over it.
And yet, she couldn’t help feeling hurt. It had been a long time since she’d trusted a man enough to let herself go with him sexually. Kaelus’s words felt like a rejection even if they technically weren’t.
“Are you well?” His big voice came from behind her as he settled in the bed. “Have I said something to upset you?”
“No, of course not,” Clair said stiffly. “You’re right—it’s time to get some sleep. So we’ll sleep—no big deal.”
“No big deal,” Kaelus agreed.
They lay back-to-back and Clair closed her eyes and tried to relax.
It helped that the bed was incredibly comfortable. The mattress seemed to mold itself around her body, supporting every curve perfectly, and the faint floral light from the wall niches dimmed automatically until the room was almost dark.
She could hear Kaelus breathing beside her…slowly and deliberately as though he was concentrating on every breath.
Clair tried not to think about him—that lasted approximately thirty seconds.
She thought about his chest…his arms…the dark trail of hair disappearing into his trousers…the way his eyes had raked over her when she came out of the bathroom and the way he had commanded her to touch herself while he watched.
Stop it, she commanded herself. It’s never going to happen again so you might as well stop thinking about it.
But it was a long…long time before she could finally turn her brain off and go to sleep.