Page 34 of Tempting Fate

“There is a towel on the chair,” he said.

I walked closer, moving on autopilot, and sat, passing the towel to him. He spread it over his stomach and chest. Then he put his arms by his side, looked up at the ceiling, and—oh. The rest was up to me.

Well, this explains why he has a bed not a nest. The latter would be far too intimate.

“I need to touch you now. Is that okay?” I asked. The question sounded foolish in my ears, given why I was here, but after the argument he’d had with Grilahki, there was no way in hell I was leaving it unsaid. If I was doing this, I was doing it right.

“Please.”

Well, then.

I took a fortifying breath, gripped his waistband, and pulled him free from his shorts.

His dick thudded onto his abs.

Holy shit. Three ridges fanned across the underside, protrusions that could only be made for pleasure, angled down towards his tight, heavy balls. The vivid orange around the thick root of him faded up his shaft and transitioned to purple at the glistening, bulbous head.

My hand drifted towards it through sheer force of magnetism.

Just as I was close enough to feel the heat radiating from him, I paused. “I’ve only touched humans before,” I said, pleasantly surprised my voice came out calm. “Is there anything I should know? I wasn’t given a lot of instruction.”

“Whatever they said is fine.” Sweat beaded on his brow and a tremor shook his muscles. “I will be able to talk more afterwards.”

After I’d touched his intimidating but strangely exciting dick. Okay.

Why am I like this?

The ridges on the underside weren’t as hard as they looked; the three moulded plates beneath the skin had a just-right firmness. As my fingers wrapped around his thick girth, they met multiple beads under the skin on the top side, almost like dermal implants, much softer than the ridges, squishing and moving and squirming around in a way that had my pussy clenching on nothing.

But this man was not well, and I was here to help.

I took him in a firm grip and began to stroke, my hand moving steadily and rhythmically up and down his hot, silky length. Transfixed, I watched his foreskin glide over the purple head, tightening my hold as his fine, fine dick got even harder and his hefty balls drew up, ready to release.

Just a helpful gal. That’s me. That’s all this is.

I tried not to think about that insistent hardness throbbing under my palm, those ridges, that heat. Definitely not thinking about how it would feel in—

The beads along the top swelled, pressing out through my fingers.

Airida let out a strangled moan.

That wasn’t a moan of pain. Quite the opposite.

My cheeks flooded with heat. My cunt flooded with… more than that.

Breathe, girl. Move your hand.

His thick length grew even harder. Plentiful, pearly ropes of creamy lilac cum arched from his cockhead, landing on the towel as he shuddered and gasped.

Bloody hell, stay professional? This was the horniest thing I’d ever done.

“What the skik was that? I…” Airida’s faint, incredulous voice trailed off.

Did this well-spoken man just swear? “That was an orgasm.” Stupid answer. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had one of those before. What would be the clinical thing to say? “Did that feel… different then?”

Did those beads normally swell up? Was that part of how he felt pleasure, when they swelled? Because they sure would be part of the pleasure for—

“Imani.”