"We shouldn't-"
What a ridiculous protest when I'm laying here with my hand stuffed down my pajama pants.
Mav's eyes cut to mine, almost daring me to finish that sentence, and for a few thunderous heartbeats, there's only my ragged breaths between us.
"Not-mates don't-"
"I do not care what not-mates do not do," he says, his voice dark and velvety. "I only care what Ah-Lanah and Mavyx do." His finger resumes its slow and gentle trail up the over-sensitized skin of my arm, joining up the droplets of rainwater like he's trying to draw constellations, each one marrying with the next until, combined, they cannot do anything but fall - rolling down my arm like teardrops.
I shiver. I need him so fucking bad, ithurts.
"Show me," I almost whimper-plead, my eyes quickly darting down to the huge tent in Mavyx's loincloth. Oh, God, what kind of cock-hungry filthy whore have these pregnancy hormones turned me into?!Show me your cock? Come, on, Alana, you can't possibly be that desperate-
Holy.
Mother.
Of God.
Mavyx had got my not-so-thinly-veiled meaning and had wastednotime in making all my horny-girl dreams come true becausefuck!
My mouth hangs open as I stare at his hard, newly-bared length.
I knew it!
I knew it was going to be huge!
I never knew what it felt like to be God's favorite until this very moment, because that thing? That thing should come with its own area code.
His shaft is thick and veined, but there looks to be ridges running around it too, just beneath the skin - skin that's lit up with jumping, whirling, pulsing lights like his cock is a fairground and your girl here is about to ride the big dipper.
"Holy shit," I breathe to myself, eyes wide. "That'syour cock?!"
Mavyx grunts and my eyes fly to his face in time to see his brows crease with confusion. "I do not have another one."
The hand that's not currently stuffed down my pants slaps over my mouth to stop an absurd little giggle from escaping.
He frowns. "You are displeased?"
"No! No, no!" I shake my head and finally pull my hand from between my legs, moving to kneel and look up at him. God, this Adonis of a man thinks I'm displeased with him? He doesn't know just how very wrong he is. "It's just-... we shouldn't, and-..."God, Alana, his dick is so pretty you can't even talk straight now?I close my eyes, take a breath and open them again to find that golden gaze of his locked on me, the look of hunger so intense I can barely maintain eye contact. Dropping my focus, I see his heart-stars thrumming in a pulsing rhythm. I try again. "I'm not displeased, just surprised, that's all. It's...uh..." Are we really discussing his cock right now? I wet my lips. "...really big."
Mav cocks his head. "And you do not like'really big'?"
"Oh, no, I think I like it too much."
Wait, did I say that last part out loud?
Swallowing, I reach up and place my hands on Mavyx's firm chest, causing his heart-stars to explode, burst, whirl, and cascade all over the impressive canvas of his body. "But we really shouldn't be doing-"
My words are cut off by Mavyx's groan. His nostrils are flared and before I can even take a breath, he has my hand in his and he's bringing it to his nose.
It's the hand that I'd been touching myself with, I realize a little too belatedly as Mavyx keeps his eyes on mine while his tongue slowly caresses the underside of one of my digits, from palm to fingertip.
I pull back, heart thudding loudly between my ears and pulse throbbing painfully between my legs. Cradling my hand to my chest as if his lick had burned, I stare up at Mavyx's rapt expression and almost whine. He looks like he needs this just as much as I do.
"Maybe," I try, shifting on the nest and licking my lips, my voice barely a whisper, "maybe we could help each other, as not-mates?" Mavyx only continues to stare and I can feel my cheeks turning to flame. "Maybe if we don't go too far... maybe we can just..."
Just what, Alana?
