She may have said more, but I was already halfway to the elevator.
Chapter 11
Timber
I had to scramble to finish getting dressed so I could chase N’kal down the hallway.
“N’kal, would you wait for me?” I shouted as I ran down the hall with one boot on. “I want to talk to you about this panel you want to see.”
He had the decency to pause with his hand on the elevator door, holding it open for me.
“What about it?” he said, his tone brisque.
I pointed at the listing. “The people running this panel aren’t friends of Xalanites. I recognize this name here as an infamous Earth purist. It might have been a mistake to come here at all; we definitely can’t attend this panel. It’s probably a trap. If anyone’s looking to pick a fight with a real Xalanite, they’ll be there.”
“Then I will fight them.”
I rolled my eyes. “N’kal, I can’t let you fight them. It’s my job to protect you, remember?”
“Yes,” he said bitterly. “Your job.”
The smack I gave him reverberated in the elevator, and he held his cheek in shock.
“That’s enough of that. Stop being a brat.” I put my hands on my hips and glared at him. “Just because I can’t write how I feel about you on that piece of paper doesn’t mean I don’t have feelings for you. I care about you, okay? Is that what you want to hear? I care about you, yes, but I can’t let myself admit anything more than that. Not just yet. We barely know each other. Anything more will have to come with time, and if you can’t deal with that, then maybe last night was a mistake.”
One look at the devastated expression on his face was enough to tell me that my biggest mistake was in my phrasing. He released his hold on the door, and the elevator slid shut before it started to lower. It pinged at each floor, and I wondered how long we had before other congoers joined us on another floor.
“Sorry. That came out wrong.”
“Did it?” he asked, avoiding eye contact.
This was going to be the longest elevator ride ever if I didn’t get my foot out of my mouth. Speaking of feet, I almost fell over trying to get my other boot on. N’kal caught me by the waist and held me until my balance stabilized, but the tears in his eyes were enough to tug at my heartstrings. Even when I was an inconsiderate jerk, he didn’t want me to get hurt.
“Thank you,” I said quietly as I finally finished tugging my boot on. I bent to pull up the zipper on the calf, and I got an idea. “Hey, press that red button there.”
“The stop button? Will that not halt our descent?”
“Exactly.”
Without explanation, I got on my knees and began to unzip N’kal’s fly. His eyes widened as I looked up at him through my lashes, and he put one hand on the wall of the elevator for stability.
“Timber …”
“Shh.” I pulled out his main cock, which was already hard, and wrapped my hand around it as I stroked the smaller upper appendage gently with my other hand. “Does this feel good?” I asked, unsure if he liked stimulation on that part or not.
“Yes …” he moaned. “I enjoy that very much.”
“I’m about to do something you’ll enjoy even more.” I licked his head, tasting his salty Xalanite precum. N’kal shuddered, burying his other hand in my hair.
“I have seen this in mating programs,” he said, “but Xalanite women do not like to do this.”
I took his head into my mouth and sucked, swirling my tongue around the tip before releasing him for a moment, teasing. “Well, what’s the saying? Earth girls are easy.”
“You do not have to do this if you don’t wish to,” he whispered, massaging my scalp as I licked and kissed along his shaft. “I will not attend the suspicious panel. I will do whatever you wish.”
“What I wish is for you to shut up and enjoy what I’m giving you,” I said with a wink.
N’kal bit his lower lip as I sucked more of his length down my throat. I wasn’t super practiced at this, but I knew my limits, and I only took enough of him in that I wouldn’t gag. Someday I might learn the art of deep throating, but I figured if he hadn’t had this done before, he wouldn’t know any better. Despite his proclaimed experience on Xalan, he hadn’t had the pleasure of a blow job yet. This was a small gift that I could give him, something to show that I cared and something to demonstrate that I didn’t really think the previous night was a mistake.
