Page 112 of I'm Not Your Pet
I’d seen it in windows throughout my travels.
I’d observed people in the windows of pleasure houses wearing all sorts of varying styles of it when my crew passed through F’ukYuu.
But nothing in my life had ever prepared me for the sight of my lover dressed in nothing but lace. My hearts were about to beat right out of my chest.
“Surpriiiiise!” Huu-goh did an endearing little spin, arms wide.
The view of his tight little ass in those panties was just…
Stars above.
Sothiswas why he’d wanted to “freshen up,” the littleminx.
I didn’t think my brain was capable of functioning at the moment—or ever again.
“Are you surprised?” Huu-goh batted his lashes, flirtier now that he was comfortable. I was honored to be the recipient of his attention. My hands were sweaty and I rubbed them on my thighs as I nodded, dazed. “Do you like it?” Another nod. “Speechless again, aren’t you, big guy?” Again, I nodded.
Huu-goh beamed at me, a giddy cackle escaping as he took another step closer. Astounded by his beauty, my gaze traced from the tips of his tiny, wonderful toes, up the shapely curve of his stocking-clad leg, to the bare strip of skin above the lace on his socks.
I wanted to lick it.
Wanted to bite it till my teeth left marks.
Huu-goh took another step and my gaze snapped up the fancy little ties that pulled the socks to what I could only describe as a frilly belt around his waist. I knew that wasn’t what it was actually called—it more than likely had a far sexier name, but I had never paid enough attention to notice.
His slim waist was only highlighted by the shape of the garment as it draped down his pelvis, connecting to his thigh-high socks, and framing the tiniest, pinkest, most wonderful panties I had ever seen.
Huu-goh’s needy cock pushed against them, already half hard, a wet spot forming at the tip. His sweet balls were clutched tight in the silky fabric, and I could only imagine how good that felt when he moved, like being cupped by a waterfall.
“Huu-goh,” his name escaped, my jaw officially on the floor.
The moon could explode outside the windows and I would not have noticed, he so entirely commanded my attention.
“I’m going to give you a lap dance,” Huu-goh hummed. My brain short-circuited. “Like I should’ve given you when we met.” He took another step and the hunger in his eyes had me spinning. “I’m going to make you go cross-eyed.”
I didn’t know what that was but I wanted it.
“I’m going to tease you till your spots are red and your cocks are aching.”
Please. Fuck. I wanted that.
“And then I’m going to let you touch me however you want, for however long you want—anywhereyou want.”
I nodded, snapping my head up and down as he closed the last few feet between us. “On the couch,” he commanded, and I complied. I had never moved faster in my life. One second I was on my knees and the next I was sitting on the couch in the corner of the left side of the room. My dicks were twitching inside my slacks as Huu-goh picked up my communicator from the table and tapped a few buttons on it.
He was so damn clever.
He’d memorized my password there too.
He must’ve played with it when I brought it into our rooms this week.
And as music started to fill the room Huu-goh’s eyes were nearly as black with lust as mine were.
To the beat of the music, Huu-goh crossed the distance between us, a sway to his hips that was enchanting. I couldn’t look away, not as he ran his fingers along the outside of his thigh. Not as he trailed them over his pelvis, framing his little dick with his hand. Not when that same dexterous hand slid upward, tickling along the pale flesh of his belly, across his ribcage, and up the center of his chest.
All the while, he danced, moving closer and closer. When he reached the couch, the heat of Huu-goh’s body bled against my thighs. Still undulating, the clever huu-man straddled one at the same time that sweet hand pinched one of his own nipples.
“Nnnngh,” Huu-goh whined, hips doing a filthy shimmy against my leg. I grunted, shifting so I could feel more of him, his balls tapping against my slacks. “No touching,” he reminded me.
