She swallowed nervously, lowering her hand to grasp his length. Another low hum filled her ears. She blinked and looked up, meeting his gaze. “What is that?”
“I sing when I want to mate.” His lips twitched deviously, and the cock in her hand twitched.
“You’re singing?” The noise was barely discernible.
“It’s something that happens. It’s meant to attract you, to bring you to me and bask in the smell of pheromones. Except this is for your ears, and your ears only.”
Janet tightened her grip around his erection and turned her head to the side, moving her ear closer to Zeph’s mouth. The faint hum increased and she pressed against him. The song lured her, entangled her within its grasp. A few minutes passed as she listened.
“Is it because you’re a crocodile or a Cyborg?”
“It’s all of me.”
“I like it,” she admitted.
“I like you.”
Strong hands gripped her hair and tilted her head back, forcing her to look at him. Bright, intensely green eyes peered like spotlights into her own. Her heart jumped.
I like you too.The words snagged on her tongue. She couldn’t say them out loud even though they were the truth. She didn’t want to give him anything until her end of the bargain was completed. Janet swallowed again and steeled herself against his charm, reminding herself of what she was: a distraction. It didn’t matter if he sang or not.
She pasted a small smile on her lips and moved in for another addictive kiss.
Distract him. Distract him. Distract him.
His tongue pushed into her mouth, dipping, stroking, and curling against her own. A warm, rich feeling bloomed within her, and she took hold of his cock with both hands, her fingers barely wrapping around his girth. She writhed her hips where she straddled his thighs as their tongues fought and fucked each other. She gripped him hard as he slid down the chair a little and she moved up over him. The corded inhuman shaft ran along the strip of her simple panties, rubbing in smooth succession over her just enough to electrify her insides. The empty feeling between her legs desperately begged to be cured, to be filled, and she nearly succumbed to its demand to mount herself upon him except...
Distract him.
Janet tried not to cry out as his hands ran along her back, as his arms enveloped her, reminding her that she was the safest female in the galaxy while in his embrace. The hum of his song had all but vanished. She rocked into him again and again, obsessed with the feel of his cock so close to her opening, so hard against her clit.
She closed in on bliss itself, her nerves vibrating to a crescendo as she teetered on the edge of oblivion.
Zeph grasped her ass and lifted her up off his length.
“Not yet,” he warned in her ear, her hair tangled around her face.
“Fuck you,” she hissed. She was getting her orgasm whether he liked it or not.
Janet pulled his hands off of her and shoved aside her panties. Zeph grinned, his hands hovering in the air at her sides, taunting her. If he stopped her again, she’d just try harder. With or without him.
She pushed down on his cock’s head, her eyes rolling back as it pressed into her. Stroking and pinching her clit, she came in a flash, riding that little bit of him and taking her own release for herself. “Fuck you,” she said again, gasping from the climax ripping through her.
She flung her head back and grasped his shoulders, losing herself in the moment. His hands returned to her body to clutch her ass again, rolling her hips through her euphoric haze.
When the ripples began to subside, she lowered back onto his legs and sighed happily. “Fuck you.” This time, it came out breathy and content. “I’ll be the death of you,” she said, and almost laughed, filled with glee from her release and having no qualms about not helping him find his. She sat back to study him. His face had lost all its softness, and the green of his irises flickered.
“Your hair changed again,” she murmured, trying to lighten the mood enough to enjoy her win, but her grin wouldn’t go away. She reached up to comb back his hair with her fingers.
He caught her wrist and squeezed hard before pressing her hand to his chest, right above his heart. Her smile wavered as she tried to remove it, disliking the methodical, unraised beat of it beneath her palm.
Her own heart danced with triumph and excitement.
Janet tugged again but his grip remained unyielding. Her eyes darted down to stare at where he held her.
“You don’t want me?” she asked, keeping her voice level.
“More than anything else in the goddamned universe,” he said quietly.
