“I want to take these off,” Rusty said roughly. “But they look too pretty to touch.”
Jean fabric swished, and Gem’s eyes shuttered closed as two warm hands molded the globes of his ass. Claws snagged on the lace, and Gem couldn’t decide if Rusty tearing the panties off him would make him sad or more turned on than he already was. In the end, it didn’t matter; Rusty didn’t destroy the panties.
Fingers tapped the inside of Gem’s left thigh, but this time, Gem didn’t obey. Rusty huffed and tapped him again, saying, “Spread ’em.”
Smiling into his forearm fur, Gem said, “Make me.”
Rusty inhaled sharply, and Gem bit his bottom lip in anticipation for what the Pyclon would do. When a stinging slap landed on the inside of his thigh, a cry born more from shock than pain burst from him, and Gem whimpered as he shifted his left leg outward. As if in apology, Rusty smoothed his fingers over the smarting skin before he tapped Gem’s right leg.
Again, Gem refused to comply, but instead of a hard slap, Rusty’s teeth clamped down on his thigh, digging in deep enough Gem feared he might actually break skin. With a wail that was more pain than shock this time, Gem moved his right leg, widening his stance.
“Atta girl,” Rusty praised, kissing the tender bite-mark, and Gem’s dick strained against the lace holding it captive. Rusty nuzzled the swell of Gem’s right asscheek, nibbling along the skin exposed by the cheeky-style panties. Then he did the same to the left before he palmed Gem’s ass in his hands and squeezed. He spread Gem’s cheeks, exposing his asshole to the cooler air, and Gem shivered.
Grinding his forehead on his arms, he groaned in frustration, pushing his ass into Rusty’s grip. “You gonna eat me out or what?” he practically growled, and Rusty had the audacity to laugh.
“I told you last week.” Rusty dug his claws into Gem’s ass hard enough to hurt. “Only good girls get their pussies eaten.”
“Oh, fuck me,” Gem whined.
Rusty tugged on Gem’s panties, gathering enough fabric to push between his cheeks, the material rough against his sensitive asshole. “Trust me, caryd,” Rusty practically growled, “I’m going to.”
Then he proceeded to lick Gem’s ass through the lace, both of them groaning at the contact. It was messy and sticky, and Gem loved every second of it. He moaned, eyes pinched shut to block out everything but the sensations of wet lace and Rusty’s rough tongue on his most sensitive skin.
When he tried to grind back against Rusty’s face, the Pyclon pulled away, breathing heavily. Gem complained wordlessly, fighting the urge to grab Rusty’s face in his hands and shove him back between his asscheeks.
“Don’t stop,” Gem ordered, but his voice was too reedy and wanton to make the command stick.
Ignoring him, Rusty rubbed the spit-soaked lace against Gem’s hole again as his other hand curled in the waistband of his panties, right abovethe bow. He drew the fabric down until it stretched obscenely between Gem’s spread calves. Any further and the delicate fabric would tear.
“Show me,” Rusty said, and Gem frowned into his arm fur.
“Show you what?”
“Where you want my mouth.” Rusty said conversationally, like they were discussing the fucking weather.
“Fuck you.”
Rusty snickered. “Maybe one day. Now show me.”
“You bastard,” Gem whimpered, a sliver of shame wriggling through him as he reached back with his lowest hands and spread his asscheeks wide.
“Beautiful,” Rusty purred, and Gem melted. “Middle hands on your back.”
Supported entirely by his upper arms on the side table, Gem crossed his middle hands at the wrists and settled them on his back. He didn’t dare open his eyes, not with the vulnerable position Rusty had him in, bent over, asshole bared to the room.
But then hot breath ghosted over his hole as Rusty said, “Good girl,” and a shudder wracked down Gem’s spine. He liked being a brat, but he lived for the way Rusty said those words. He also lived for the way Rusty spent the next fifteen minutes eating him out like he was starving and Gem was a five-course meal.
Gem held his cheeks open as Rusty’s rough tongue rasped over, then into, his ass. He moaned loudly, fighting to keep still as Rusty opened him up with his mouth. He didn’t use his fingers; his hands remained on the back of Gem’s thighs, claws digging marks into his skin.
Rusty ate his ass so long Gem thought he’d go mad from the pleasure. His brain grew fuzzy at the edges, and he thought he was talking, but hedidn’t know for sure. Because the Pyclon’s talented mouth was all he could focus on.
When Rusty finally pulled away, Gem nearly wept in relief. His untouched dick was leaking, prehensiles flexing, squeezing his core. His asshole clenched around air, too empty, and he mewled.
“Are you gonna fuck me now?” he asked, though it sounded more like a plea.
“Not yet,” Rusty said hoarsely as he slid Gem’s panties back up his legs, and Gem hissed in frustration. “Stand up.”
Fighting to clear his lust-addled brain, Gem did as directed, turning when Rusty took his arm and guided him to face the bedroom. Rusty’s pupils were blown-out, nearly overtaking the pale pink of his irises. He’d propped his glasses on his head, and the fur around his mouth was damp.
