Why is this so hot to watch?
I don’t know, but I’m about to nudge against her, so turned on I can’t think straight. She’s touching herself right in front of me.
She turns her hand. With the precision of a cobra, she spits on herself and quickly swipes her spittle-coated, slender fingers over her labia.
“Hang on, I’ll grab lube,” I start, but she raises her head a fraction—keeping her jaw lowered, her lips drawn back, her tongue curled to her palette to allow for more spitting, I guess, because the next thing I know, she’s hocked a loogie on me. Square onto my dick.
I flinch when it strikes my cock, the shaft glistening with her hot spray of saliva. It’s startling, temperature-wise, because her spit is real hot.
And as far as sexy moves go, I can’t explain why watching her spit on me is hot in a whole other way, but it is. Obligingly, I give myself a good tug, twisting my grip to smear her spit along my length. And fuuuuuck—I swear I get even harder. My excitement levels could use some toning down at this rate.
“Ready?” I ask her, gaze chasing over her luscious curves until I’m meeting her eyes.
“Mmmhmm,” she replies, gaze glued to my straining dick.
When my cockhead bumps her already fuck-swollen slit, she bares her teeth, and so do I. When I sink inside of her, she moans sweet, crying, “Yes! Matthew—unh!” and her head drops back, her neck arched, just begging for me to kiss it. So I drop over her and do exactly this.
It changes my angle inside her, making her whole body start shaking.
I hunch my lower spine, bringing my hips firmly against hers, holding deep and feeling the exquisite pleasure of her sheath strangling the length of my cock. With a husky groan, I draw out, then slide into her again. Repeat. My next slow stroke has her going limp under me.
Keeping my hips angled like she seems to need, I lean back, grab her waist, and begin to ride her like our lives depend on it.
She screams so loud, I’m a little afraid the neighbors are going to either call the news, or animal control. Because she does not sound human.
But for some reason, I like her noises. Her abandon is spurring me on, making me pound into her until my eyes cross.
And then she starts writhing, utterly frantic to come.
“You okay, sweetheart?” I ask her.
“I’m so close.” Her eyes are a wild iris wine color. Her teeth are a glossy, sharp white. “Finish me,” she begs. “I need to come!”
I stare into her fiery eyes thinking, Hot damn. “Yes, ma’am.”
She bucks, not to urge me on faster, but to bump her clit against me, and it gets me thinking. “Move onto your side for me, Inara.” I help her shift along with me until we’re both stretched out on our sides, her thigh over mine. I’m able to pet between her legs easier this way, and the rocking motion does what I hoped it’d do; give her different, more direct stimulation. Yesss.
“Is this,” she pants, searching my face with sensation-blind eyes, “still good for you?”
I kiss her. “Oh yeah.” She’s slick, and hot as fire, and wrapped so good around my cock I could die happy, just like this.
Her hands latch onto my arms, squeezing my muscles to the point of pain, spurring me on. I buck into her faster, harder. “This okay?” I grunt. I thumb her clit, circle it, making her squirm everywhere to escape and absorb the torturous contact.
“Matt!” she cries out. “Yes! Yes!”
She comes, tightening around my cock like a vice. My balls ache in the best way—and then I friggin’ explode in her. My cum shoots out with all the force of a great typhoon, rocketing from my throbbing shaft with all the strength of a raging—you get the idea.
It’s awesome.
But you caught that I came in her? Direct shot on target?
Yep. Yep, I know—I’m the world’s biggest fucking idiot for not asking her if we should have used birth control.
Spoiler? The answer is yes.
CHAPTER 15
“What? You decided you want the rundown on me? Now?”
Her foreclaw tracing my ear, she smiles into my face, her beautiful eyes shining—and yeah, I’d do just about anything she asked me to do right now.
And in the interests of being honest with myself, my chest tightens up like a fist that she’s asking about me. That Inara wants to know more about me. So I tell her all the pertinent details. “My dad was a great guy. The best. He died when I was twelve. I became the man of the house then, and I tried my hardest to be what I needed to be for the women who meant so much to me.”
I run my fingers through the strands of Inara’s hair, loving the way her eyes fall half closed as she peers at me intently and soaks up my affection. Her claws dig into my pectoral, stinging just a little, and I like that a whole lot too. “My mom is good people. My sisters and their men and their kids are the same.” I think for a moment, trying to collect the basics for her. “My full name is Kaiden Matthew Shawnessy. I go by Matt because my dad was Kaiden.” My voice goes a little pensive as I share, “It doesn’t happen as much now that I don’t have to suffer through school roll call, but when people call me his name, it startles me a bit.”
I peer up at the ceiling like I can see through the roof to the stars blanketing the sky. My dad loved stargazing. I don’t know what heaven looks like, but I hope he’s loving it up there, especially during the starlight display at night. “For that first briefest second, I always have the urge to look up, like my brain expects my dad to be right at my shoulder, reaching past me, holding out his hand for a shake with whoever we’ve met. Mostly now, I see my first name on junk mail, and the real rare official stuff.” I shrug. “Let’s see… What else? I was born in May. Here on this part of Earth, that’s springtime, and spring is my favorite season,” I add, chaining my thoughts together. “Everything’s returning to life or coming in fresh and new.”
I lick my lip, and Inara growls, prompting my dick to kick against her thigh. I try to speed through the rest of my life details, because in about four seconds I’m going to lose all faculties. I know this because Inara’s thigh inches up to tease my cock. “My generation made good music, great movies, and some books worth reading.” I swallow and close my eyes as she slides down my body.
I rush even faster through data. “Started a paintball business when I was nineteen. Sold that when I was twenty-four. Started the escape rooms after I fell in love with playing in them. Hired this exotic woman the other day. I’m letting her have her way with me because she’s got me pulling a solid ten on the Mohs Hardness Test,” I finish, fisting her leathery hair and one of her horns as she rubs her cheek lovingly over the head of my dick, which could now jackhammer granite. “But she has yet to tell me her life story.”
“I’ll do that right after I’m done with this,” she purrs, and she gives my cock an experimental lick, careful not to show it her teeth. “Mmmm…”
It takes a while before I get to hear her tell me her life story.
It takes a long, hard while.
***
“Your turn,” I murmur, my voice rough, my muscles lax. Twisting her thick hair into a loop, I play with her by swishing the strand along her shoulder.