I haven’t slept with anyone yet after Clayton. Not for lack of wanting to; mostly because I haven’t had time. Or the space to, really. I imagine there’s some part of my psyche that is unconsciously rebelling against the idea of my ex, and that’s why I’m so horny over this guy specifically.
Not that there are other blue, fuzzy guys out there in Goethal that have wings and a tail. It’s hard not to be fascinated by the idea of touching him at all. Perhaps it’s just an unfortunate coincidence that this fixation is just also linked directly to my clit.
We both keep inching toward this boundary line, daring the other to be the first to cross it. We both know we can’t, but how close are we willing to get?
My eyes dip and find the shape of his hardened cock, trapped in his suit against his hip, the outline of it thick and long.
I might just start licking the glass.
My hand grips the bedframe foot beside me for emotional and physical support. My knees press together in a fruitlessattempt to feel some kind of relief from the wanton ache between them.
“Are you . . . going to come in?”
He swallows, his throat bobbing, his chest heaving as he draws in a careful breath. Then he surges forward, his cold hands cupping my face, seconds before his mouth is on mine.
His kiss is firm and unwavering. I feel so sure from the way he moves his mouth so purposefully against mine, he simply must have been daydreaming about this as much as I have when his tongue snags just the inside of my upper lip, tugging it between his teeth to worry them against it.
The moment he scoops me off the ground and crosses to my bed to drop the both of us unceremoniously onto it is so brief it barely registers until the mattress is bouncing beneath us. Our bodies settle together in the dark, laying diagonally on my bed. He pushes up on an elbow, sliding the other hand up my leg. His fingers dig into the softer, jigglier part of my inner thigh.
The moment I can draw breath again I can’t help but laugh in astonishment at how right it feels to just fall into his arms. I thought it might have felt like an instant mistake. I grin, running a hand up the side of his face, raking my fingers into his hair. “What happened to dinner first?”
His eyes close as he lets out a needy groan, leaning his head into my hand. “Fuck, just open your legs.”
He sits up on his knees, feeling up my legs. His tail curls around my shin, tugging my legs apart. A little squirm of a sensation flits through my stomach as his stare becomes rapt between my thighs. “Let me taste you.”
At first I don’t know how to respond, except to blink.
“Taste me,” I repeat for clarity, because it’s honestly been a while since that’s been offered. I swear his golden eyes flash with wild wonder; I barely have time to glimpse his wicked smile before he dips his head.
I can’t contain the gasp of surprise as a surge of pleasure wrecks me, as his tongue drags through my folds. I brazenly cry out as his tongue lashes, hot and textured, against my pussy. I don’t know how I’m going to come back from how good it feels; every ridge down the split of his tongue brings another layer of intensity.
“Ellis, w-wait,” I whimper, reaching wildly for any possible line to draw between us. “We can’t get involved.”
He pauses, halfway through an obscenely thorough lick, when his brows draw together. He frowns at me like crossing the line is definitely his tongue in my vagina.
“You should have thought of that before,” he mutters, and flicks his tongue against me.
I cry out at the fleeting sensation, how scalding his tongue is, how good it feels against me.
“Tell me to stop,” he breathes hot against my skin. “Tell me to leave.”
I can’t. I want him here too much. My breath catches in my throat. “Promise me, it’s just this one time.”
“Lacey,” he groans, leaning his head against my thigh for a moment. “Fine. Just this once.”
Then he puts his mouth to me with a vicious determination. I whimper and nearly lose my whole sense of self. I could melt into my sheets and just let him take me right over the edge.
I’ve officially given in. I need to do this and get it out of my system. I can’t stop thinking about this guy and staring out windows wondering if he’ll fly by at any moment, wishing I could ask him questions and thinking about all the things I could say to him to make him laugh.
It ends fucking now, honestly. I can’t keep feeling like this about him.
Even as I try to make myself believe it, one of the many flicks of his tongue across my clit drags just so completely right I can feel it nudging me closer to orgasm. I inhale sharply, and all it does is spur him on to lick me just like that again, over and over.
With a few more, I am bucking against him as he holds my hips down. A strangled noise escapes me, a choked back moan as my insides flutter and heat rushes through me, a blooming sensation that layers over itself a dozen times pulsing throughout my core.
My hands fist in his hair and my thighs lock around his head, begging him to stop. He slows and presses one final kiss to the soft inside of my thigh, nipping his teeth at my skin.
I release him from my thighs, and he grins at me, crawling further onto my bed to lay down with me. I squeeze my eyes shut and drag my hands over my face.
