Chapter Six
As the booth's top lowered, little lights set into the upper shell came on.
The lights shone off the pearly interior, creating a soft glow.
Jucai slid closer, his arm going around my shoulders and his hand going between my legs.
While he worked me through my pants, I removed my belt.
Jucai's other hand slid around the back of my neck and drew my head toward his.
We kissed, the exotic taste of undersea spices on our lips.
He groaned into me, his hand going to my waistband.
My cock was free seconds later, and Jucai's warm grip stroked me.
With a sigh, he left my lips and made his way down my neck, his kisses making my hips lift.
Behind me, his arm lowered, making my back arch. His mouth latched onto my nipple.
With a moan, I grabbed his hair and pulled him closer. “Do you want me to go down on you?”
Jucai lifted his head. “We don't have to rush.”
“But won't the server be back soon?”
“He will see the shell closed and leave us undisturbed. Now, bend over. I want to play with you.”
I had wondered at the generous width of the bench. Now, I wondered if the entire undersea world was as horny as the King of Ilshi. There was more than enough room for me to get onto my hands and knees.
With a sound of approval, Jucai went to his knees behind me and lowered my pants. Being nearly naked in a restaurant felt so naughty, and it shocked me how much it aroused me.
He pulled my cheek to the side, cool air hitting my entrance. Holding me open, he poured something over me. I looked over my shoulder to see him lay an empty vial on the table.
Grinning, he said, “Now, aren't you glad I carry vials of hress nectar?”
As he rubbed the thick nectar into me, I said, “Very. Now, how are you going to play with me?”
Jucai popped a finger past my outer ring and pumped. “You'll have to be patient and find out for yourself.” He paused, then asked, “When you bathed, did you use the hose to clean your channel?”
Chuckling, I looked back at him again. “The one connected to the shower faucet? I was hoping I was using it correctly.”
He made a pleased sound. “Good boy.”
Jucai buried his face between my cheeks and licked me. I shivered and then cried out when his tongue slipped inside. Bending my head, I groaned and undulated onto him.
Jucai lifted his head and replaced his tongue with his finger. “Touch yourself.”
I didn't do it to obey him. I stroked myself because I liked his suggestion. That's what I told myself. With him pumping gently into me, I couldn't be too aggressive with my strokes, or I'd embarrass myself by coming too soon. So I held back.
“You have a beautiful ass and a pretty pink entry. I don't want to damage it. So, I'll have to prepare you.” His finger slipped free, and something a little larger replaced it. I looked over my shoulder to see him pushing the handle of a serving spoon into me.
“Fucking horny sea people,” I muttered.
When I had used the spoon earlier, I'd thought the handle looked a little phallic, but I assumed I was seeing phalluses where there were none because the Sea King had oversexed me.
Turns out I was right. It tapered at the end and bulged in the center.
I gasped as Jucai pushed deeper and then turned it in wide circles, using its girth to stretch me.
“How deep do you like it?” Jucai slipped it further in.
“No further than that.”
Jucai jerked the spoon out, and before I could miss it, his cock filled me. I almost wished the shell was open, so I could watch the sea while we had sex, but then I remembered the wall in my guest suite. That would be better. More space and more privacy.
The King grabbed my hips and sped up. The shell shook, the coral glowed, and the plates rattled.
I didn't care. Ecstasy had taken over, running up and down my spine to turn me wanton.
I stroked myself with more enthusiasm so that when Jucai locked up against me, I came with him, spilling all over the pretty pink bench.
Panting, we shuddered together—Jucai bent over me with his chest pressed to my back. After one last sigh, he angled his head to kiss my cheek and straightened. His flesh slid free of me, and I struggled to pull up my pants.
Jucai helped me, his hands sliding over my ass as he moved them away. I sat up and pulled on my tunic.
As he fastened his pants, he smirked. “Now, who's the sex-crazed maniac?
I grinned back. “Still you.”
He raised an eyebrow. “I guess Land Dragons aren't as virile as Sea Dragons.”
Instead of rising to the bait, I used diplomacy. “As you like, Your Majesty.”
Jucai shoved the lever to open the booth.