CHAPTER31
JOLAR
My skin itchedand my stomach was doing all kinds of flips, my balls growing heavy. My cock ached and dripped, the decking below our feet only spared from them thanks to the way I’d wrapped it up in a cocoon of absorbent toweling. The elevator to the level with the guest quarters we were assigned was pure torture. Mitch was standing right there, close enough to touch but I didn’t dare do so much as reach for his hand as I knew once our flesh met, there’d be no holding back. I leaned down, inhaling the scent of his shampoo along with faint salty tang of his sweat, along with something sweeter with a hint of musk, which was all him.
“Are you sniffing me?” Mitch asked me, tilting his head back to meet my eyes.
“You smell delicious,” I rasped.
His eyes grew hooded. “So do you. You smell like pure sex.” He reached for my hand and I pulled it back.
“No! We can’t, or I’ll take you right here, right now.”
“Yes, please don’t do that,” Klora laughed. “I don’t think we’d ever recover from seeing that. In fact, we’d have to stun you to prevent having to charge either of you with public indecency.”
Mitch bobbed his head. “Right. No touching until we get to the hotel.”
The elevator came to a stop after what seemed like eons but actually was mere minutes. The doors hissed open, the sound unusually loud thanks to my heightened senses. I was thrilled to step out into the corridor and grateful that Klora and Deniel put a couple feet’s distance between us. My heightened sense of smell was aggravating me, my hormones reacting to the scent of two unmated males. My fingertips were throbbing, my claws desperate for release. I moved in a haze, concentrating on maintaining the status quo until Mitch and I were safely alone.
“Here you are,” Klora said, sounding jovial as he palmed the door open. “Have fun, kids, and don’t wreck the room.” He sniggered as I lunged for Mitch, dragging him inside, my mouth already devouring his. I heard the door close and I broke our kiss to let out a roar.
“Mine!”
“Yes, all yours, big fella. Come on, we’ve both got way too much on.”
My nostrils flared. He was right, we did. I let my claws out and began to carefully slice through his shirt.
“Fuck. That shouldn’t be as hot as it is!” Mitch panted, his pupils dilating.
I smirked, loving the way his lips looked, swollen from my kiss. It would look even better around my dick, I decided. That meant freeing it from its confines though, so once the pieces of his shirt were on the floor, I removed what little I wore.
“Shit! That looks huge. I mean, more than usual.” He licked his lips. I growled, placing my hands on his shoulders, urging him down. He went easily, taking my cock in his soft hands. My eyes rolled back as I felt my heartbeat through my turgid member. His warm breath ghosted it, sending cold electric shocks along it and up my spine.
“You’re dripping,” he said, sounding reverent.
I gave a shout as his warm tongue licked it from base to tip before he slipped the head into his mouth, suckling it. My hands found his head, and I fisted his bright hair, my teeth grinding as I forced myself to to be still so as to not hurt him. His hands grasped the globes of my ass, kneading them for a moment before he pulled off with a pop.
“Come on,” he rasped. “Let’s take this over to the bed.”
I dropped my hands, nodding mutely.
“Oh man, I don’t think I’m going to be able to look your coworkers in the face after this,” he groaned, pointing at the very large bottle of lube placed prominently in the middle of the bed, along with a couple of butt plugs and…my eyebrows rose though my cock got even harder.
Oh. My brain stuttered at the images the items provoked.I wanted him to use that soft silky rope to bind me to the headboard while he rode me, then again while he fucked me senseless. We could each wear a plug to keep the cum inside to act as lube for another go round.
“Think we can get away with just sending a thank you card for the gifts?” he continued, picking up the lube and moving it out of the way. One hand came up to my chest. I’d barely registered the fact that he’d just tweaked my nipple before I found myself being pushed backwards. I let myself fall, legs sprawled wide. I winced as I managed to land on top of one of the plugs, the rigid silicone digging into my back.
“Oops!” he giggled, reaching for it as I rolled slightly to the side to get off of it. “Looks like we have a winner as to what to use first.” he picked up the rope. “Trust me? I’ve never done this before, but I can make sure I don’t tie them too tight.”
I nodded, and he shoved the other plug out of our way. I scooted backwards, turning myself so my head was at the headboard.
“Head on the pillow,” he ordered, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself between my legs. He studied me for a moment, his tongue peeking out the side of his mouth, head tilted, as he pondered his next move. I was at the point where I didn’t care what he did, as long as my dick and my ass saw some action as soon as possible. “Hold onto the headboard,” he decided.
I did as he asked, and he nodded, gaining in confidence as he grasped first one leg and then the other, pushing them up so my ankles were up by my head, next to my hands.
“You okay?”
“Yes.”
