Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79637 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
The sound he makes in his throat is positively sinful, and it makes me quiver in my belly. I love hearing him about to lose control, and he sounds like he’s close. Fascinated, I move to the head of his cock and lick it. Trying to suck on it is tricky—he’s large and thick, and it’s difficult for me to slide him into my mouth without scraping my teeth against him, which I know is a bad thing. I think about Vuurash, oddly enough, and all the blow jobs he gave to Johani, and try to mimic him. Hollow cheeks, I remember. Hollow cheeks and tugging on his balls.
So I slide my hand between his thighs and gently tug on his sac. As I do, I hollow my cheeks and try to suck.
O’jek grunts, his hand sliding to my hair. His hips rise, as if he’s trying to thrust into my mouth, and I eagerly use my tongue on him as well as my fingers on his sac. He makes another fevered sound and gently presses on my head when I pull back. It takes everything I have not to smile—I know what that means. He wants me to take him deeper. Relaxing my mouth, I try to take in more and more as his hips rise again.
“D’see,” he pants. “Your mouth…you…”
I pull back, until just the tip is inside my mouth, then suck him deep again. I’m getting better at this, and even though I’m making sloppy noises as I suck on him, I don’t think it’s a bad thing. I remember that the messier Vuurash would get, the more Johani liked it. So I slather him with drool and suck enthusiastically, using my hand when I remember that I’m supposed to be working his sac, too. He tenses under me, his movements quickening.
“My seed…I need to spill….”
Lifting my head, I squeeze the base of his cock, then tongue a few ridges. “Do you want to come in my mouth?”
He makes a pained sound and pushes on the back of my head and I interpret that as yes, yes he does. Eagerly, I lower my head again. I want to see what it tastes like when he comes. I capture him in my mouth again, sucking on the head and squeezing the base of his shaft. O’jek shuttles his cock into my mouth with quick, jerking movements, his hand on my head, and I do my best to keep up, though he’s moving faster than before.
When he releases, it’s with a guttural sound in his throat, and a hot splash of salt in mine. I cough in surprise, because I wasn’t expecting that.
I smack my lips, my mouth filled with his heated release, and I’m not entirely sure I like it. It’s a strange taste, and I swallow a bit of it. It has an odd texture, too. But looking down at O’jek and his spent form and flushed, sweaty face, I feel proud. I love how he looks right now—dazed and replete. It’s the same sort of look I always saw on Johani’s face right after Vuurash finished working him with his mouth.
I’m so glad I decided to claim O’jek as my mate. I feel as if I’m no longer standing on the sidelines, watching all the good things in life pass me by. I’m taking them for myself.
So I lean down over him and lick his cock and a dribble of seed sliding down his shaft. It’s still not my favorite flavor, but I like the way he twitches when I lap at him, as if he’s desperately trying to rise again.
“D’see,” he rasps, caressing my face. “You…that was…”
“Fun,” I emphasize. “That was fun. Don’t you think? I’ve wanted to do something like that for a long, long time.”
He chuckles, but the sound is still breathless and dazed. “It cannot make you pregnant. It should not be part of our practice.”
Is that what’s bothering him? That he thinks everything has to be part of our practice? “When you lick me, that doesn’t mean you’re making me pregnant, either.”
“It is useful,” he protests. “When your cunt is soft and slippery, my cock will go in easier.”
Mmmhmm. “Well, we’re going to be comfortable with each other when we pull the healer in, aren’t we? So consider this just practicing our comfort.” I drag my tongue over the head of his cock again, and he twitches in response. “Unless you don’t like it.”
“I like it too much,” he admits. “You—”
“HO,” calls a voice outside the cave. “DAY-SEE! O’JEK!”
Yelping, I grab a fur and wrap it around my half-naked body. “Someone’s outside.”
O’jek immediately sits up, swiping at his cock with the furs to clean it off, a frown on his hard face. He flicks his destroyed braid back over his shoulder and gets to his feet, and I’m struck at how beautiful he is. He moves gracefully toward the front entrance of the small cave, and I can’t stop staring at his body. Maybe this is a side-effect of our sexual “practice.” I’m very aware of his movements and the size of his thighs, the flex of his big arms.