“Not at all. It’s just a trend, kind of like piercings.”
“These?” I touch his earlobe, where a small ring has been pushed through the flesh. “It is just because it is pretty?”
“Most are. Some are…useful. Like the one on my cock.”
I blink. Did I not look close enough? I let my gaze travel down his long, lean body and focus on his cock. Sure enough, there is a metal bump on the head of his cock. “What is that for?”
He rubs a hand over his face. “Uh, so, when I was younger, I was a bit of a ladies’ man, or so I thought. I got a piercing there because it’s more pleasurable for the woman.”
I am suddenly fascinated. I poke the piercing there, and it feels warm to the touch, the metal heated by his skin. “It is? How?”
“Well, the female mesakkah has a knot just inside her, located on the inside wall. So if you rub against it, it feels good. If the piercing hits it, it feels really good.”
“Better than normal?”
“Way better.”
“Can we take it out and try it both ways?”
“No, once it’s in, it’s in.”
So I only get him with the better-than-normal? I guess I can handle that. “And you had it pierced because it gives females more pleasure?” I beam at him. “You are so thoughtful, Mardok. Hurting yourself so you can please your partner more.”
He rubs a hand over his face again and looks embarrassed. “I’m not a saint, Farli. I did it because I liked hearing the girls scream my name.”
I frown, because hearing him say it like that makes me jealous. “Have a lot of females screamed your name? Do they use your full name, or just Mardok?”
“This is seriously awkward, Farli.” He strokes my arm. “I haven’t been with a woman in well over three years. Haven’t wanted anyone to touch me. You’re the first person I’ve wanted in forever. Does that help?”
“A little.” I cannot help but pout a little, imagining him inthe arms of other females. Did I say I did not mind? Clearly I was not thinking straight. I have a lump in my throat as a new, horrible thought occurs to me. “When you leave me behind, will you be seeking out other females?”
Mardok blanches. “I don’t even like to think about that. I don’t want anyone else but you. Not sure I could let another woman touch me.”
That makes me feel better. “You should be mine and mine alone.”
A smile curves his mouth again. “I agree.”
I touch the piercing again, and when he gives a little shiver, I decide to skip exploring the rest of his body with my fingers and move straight to the interesting parts. I stroke his spur, fascinated by the hard stem of it. Females do not have one, and though I have seen my male tribesmates naked many times, I have never touched one here. It is hard, but a little bendy, a bit like the hard ridge along the top of my ear. He sucks in a breath when I caress it, and so I practice different touches to see which ones he likes the most. Rubbing my finger along the underside makes him practically arch off the furs. Oooh. I do it again, and his cock twitches in response. Beads of fluid appear on the head, and one begins to slide away. I catch it with a fingertip and raise it to my mouth.
“Oh kef, you just have no boundaries, do you?” His eyes are slitted with arousal, heavy-lidded and sensual.
I lick my finger. The taste is salty but pleasurable enough. “I want to taste you. Is this bad? Should I stop?”
“Don’t stop. Hell no. I just…” He closes his eyes when I twirl my finger over the head of his cock again, making little shiny trails on his skin. “Where I come from, there are so many people and so many diseases that no one does much touching anymore.”
“It sounds miserable.” And he wants me to go with him?
“I never really thought about it until now, watching you.”
“So how do you mate if you do not touch or taste each other?”
“Body gloves,” he says, and I notice he’s panting, just a little. “You put a thin plasfilm over your private parts and any other exposed skin before you touch one another. It prevents from sharing diseases.”
That does not sound like fun. “But I like the feel of your bare skin against mine.”
“I do, too.” He reaches for me, caressing my thigh. “I keffing love it when you touch me.”
His words fill me with a warm, glowing pleasure. I want to do more. I decide to use my full hand, gripping the hard length of his cock and giving it a little squeeze. He’s thick and rigid here, the textured, plated ridging less prominent along the bottom of his shaft than the top. He groans again when I give him another squeeze, and arches his hips. I love his responses, and I want to do more. “Can I put my mouth on you?”
