“Like months?” I couldn’t help but dig. I didn’t know what I even wanted him to confess. A long history of experimental love making? A virginal innocence to claim for myself? I supposed it didn’t matter to me either way.
“Years. Frankly. I feel quite out of practice with how to handle these feelings.”
“If it means anything, I don’t have any memories of ever having sex.”
His eyes went back down to his lap. “I’m sorry. It must be very disorienting for you to re-navigate everything.”
“That’s alright.” Pity was on the short list of things I didn’t want from him in that moment. “New things to experience and learn are exciting. Seven species on this planet, I bet some of the dicks arewild. Maybe I’ll collect them all.”
His brows lowered to cast a shadow over his cool gray eyes, then back to me with an intensity I didn’t expect. “I won't be assisting you on that quest.” Did he sound irritated?
“Right,” I laughed despite the shift in tone. “I guess the only one you'd be able to educate me on would be Pyran dick.”
I had meant it generally. I had really, truly, meant it as an educational joke. I was talking about the species as a whole, not Graysen’s specific manhood. There was a deafening pause. I worried I had crossed a line and would struggle to justify my intentions.
A dark chuckle caught me by surprise. “Is that what you want, Pet?”He fucking purred.
My face flushed hot against the cold breeze. He smelled my arousal. Iwarnedhim I couldn’t make it go away. And then I suggested he teach me about the cock of fire people. Hiscock. I couldn’t think straight. Any blood not currently filling my cheeks was pounding against the ground where I sat cross-legged, frozen in place.
He crawled to his hands and made his way closer, eyes locked on me like a predator ready to pounce. His pupils melted amber. “Let me make one thing clear.” He crouched before me as I stared up at him. I couldn’t think under his possessive leer. “I willnotbe sharing you with six other species.”
A shiver ran up my spine as I realized what was happening. “Graysen, you are going to completely ruin these pants.” Remembering the sweats I wore were a light gray, I self-consciously squeezed my knees together. There would definitely be a dark spot in the fabric, and he seemed to notice it before I caught on. His brows raised appreciatively.
“You’re going to make meferal.” His teeth had taken on a faint pointiness under his mauve lips. “This isn’t what I had inmind for today.” He rested a hand on my upper thigh, wrapping his fingers around its fullness.
Caught off guard by the bold gesture and completely lost in my lust, I was only able to whimper in response. I was desperate to feel some stimulation. It was taking every ounce of my willpower not to shift my hips so his fingers would brush against mejust a little bit. I stared into his bronze eyes and chewed my lip. He looked less like my gentlemanly companion and more like Lucifer himself. My fallen angel of flames and beauty. He had lost the battle for control the moment I threatened to sleep around. A territorial instinct had cracked through whatever part of him kept his actions perpetually measured. With the façade of composure crumbling, I could see the real Graysen peeking through the cracks, and now it was time to meet him.
I rose to my knees and placed my hands on either side of his strong chest. His glowing orbs observed them with interest before I promptly shoved him back onto his ass. He fell with grace, resting both hands on either side of his hips. The bulge down the leg of his pants lifted eagerly before I straddled his lap.Finally. My pussy felt the pressure of his base and I allowed my head to fall back in relief. His hand rested against the small of my back, and I noted the silent gesture of approval. My hips began grinding down, his hardness nestling between my lips through our clothing.
“You are so needy.” He rested a finger under my chin, then trailed it down my throat. “Would you like me to help you come, Faeryn?” The baritone of his voice made his chest rumble against mine.
I bit down on my lip and nodded my head pathetically. Yes.Ineedto come. I felt my muscles clenching towards that goal, and I desperately wanted to achieve it with him. I reacheddown to undo his pants, but his large hand gripped my wrist and pulled it away.
“Just you.” He set my hand to the side and slowly brought his finger back to where he had left off, tracing a knuckle down the curve of my breast. “I want to help you release all of this. I don’t need anything in return.”
I cursed my thick sweater as he lightly stroked his fingers down my body. I wasn’t sure he could feel much through the fabric—I couldn’t. But he hummed approvingly as his hand dipped down under the curve of my sizable chest. I watched closely as he continued to the rim of the sweatpants, my heart pounding in my ears. I wished he would speed up and just impale me on his thick fingers already. I was fighting the urge to beg.
His hands smoothly dipped under the waistband, pushing between my thighs, which were spread over his lap. Two fingers pet my sensitive clit, pulling an appreciative moan from my parted lips. He pressed slow circles, his other hand supporting the back of my head with a fist full of hair. His wrist pushed deeper, allowing his fingers barely to dip into the slick of my entrance. I felt his hand pull back, and he lifted his glistening digits between our faces. He spun them back and forth to appreciatively examine the glossy sheen of my arousal. An unusually long human-like tongue, tinted red with a fork adorning the end, snaked out of his mouth and wrapped around the wet tips.
“Mmm,” he hummed, shoving his hand back into my pants and diligently returning his attention to my clit. “Honeysuckle. Delicious.”
“Graysen.” I couldn’t help but moan his name as he picked up the speed of his stimulation.
“You won’t need to seek out any other males for this,” he growled in my ear.
I moaned in response, tensing as he firmly pinched my clit before returning to his petting.
“Tell me, who are you going to when you need to be touched?”
“You,” I whimpered, grasping a fistful of his hair as an anchor to hold onto. My soul was going to leave my body at any moment.
“That’s right. You come to me, and I’ll take care of you.”
My core was winding tight for release. I was so thoroughly turned on already, and seeing the capabilities of his tongue—and his affinity for my taste—was running my mind wild. He could say anything to me right now, and I’d agree. My hips bucked against his palm, chasing my orgasm. His fingers were warm and soft against my most sensitive nerves.
“Are you going to come for me, Little Fae?” I watched, entranced, as his canines became fangs. The emblem on his neck cast a golden glow between us. “I want to see you fall apart in my lap.”
My entire body locked up, pleasure filling my core, before wet spasms ripped through me. I knew these pants were absolute goners for the day as I came all over his firmly petting hand. Our movements slowed in intensity as I rocked against him through my orgasm, whining through clenched teeth in an attempt to suppress the animalistic noises fighting to escape. His fingers scratched against the back of my head to comfort me as I quaked. They followed as I allowed my head to bow forward and rest against his strong shoulder.
