Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“I mean in general. I don’t want to play naughty games if one of us is too sloshed to enjoy it.”
“Oh.” The human smiles up at Bethiah. “No, I’m good. Just drunk enough to feel loose and relaxed.”
“Excellent.”
I wait for them to kiss, but Bethiah just turns back to me. Well kef, that’s a bit disappointing. I enjoy watching the females kiss…probably a little too much. The female mesakkah turns back to me and then straddles me in the chair, her long legs slipping over my hips. She grins down at me and winks and then reaches for the belt to my trou.
“Any preferences as to how you come?” she asks in a light voice.
As if I can think right now. Her fingers brush over the auto-fastener at my belt and then she rubs the bulge in my trou. “Preferences?”
She nods. “Fast? Slow? Hard? Soft? Anything you don’t like having touched?”
“I’m a keffing male. I like all of it.”
Bethiah chuckles. “No surprise there.”
“I’m an unsurprising sort,” I rasp. When she doesn’t get up off my lap after my trou are undone, I taunt her. “Are you just gonna sit on me all night, then?”
“Not at all.” She grins and stands, still straddling me, and then slowly slinks backward, keeping her gaze on my face. Her hands move to my shoulders and then down my chest, and then she drops to her knees between my spread thighs. With a sly smile on her face, she bites one side of my unfastened trou and pulls the fabric away from my body, freeing my cock. It practically springs forward, brushing against her nose, and she lets out a throaty laugh that makes my tail twitch. “Look at all this metal. Did you know this was here, fluffit?”
“Yes,” Dora breathes, and I notice she’s moved closer, so she can have an unimpeded view. “I watched him shower back at his apartment on the station.”
“Such a naughty fluffit,” Bethiah coos, her fingers gripping my thighs tightly. She gives me another confident smile, and to my shock, leans in and takes one of my piercings between her teeth, tugging on it. The one she teases is on the head of my cock and she gives me another one of those exciting, coy looks as she nips it and then releases.
I let out a ragged breath.
“Have you ever touched one of these, Dora?” Bethiah asks, her hand moving to my shaft. She tugs on another piercing, this one on the underside of my cock, decorating one of the thick ridges.
“A piercing?” Dora’s voice sounds dreamy, and she moves even closer to Bethiah, as if drawn. I’m fascinated at the interplay between the two of them as they discuss me like I’m a piece of meat. I should keffing hate it.
I’m hard as a rock.
“A mesakkah cock,” Bethiah says. “Jamef has a rather lovely one, and he’s decorated it for us. So thoughtful.” She wraps her fingers around the base of my cock and squeezes, that wicked grin on her face. “He’s even made a bit of pre-cum for us. I think he likes this.”
“How can I not?” I manage, still clutching the arms of my chair. It feels as if I’m going to fall apart if I let go, so I hold onto it for dear life. This game is going to destroy me…and I’ll die happily. Normally I’m content to let Bethiah tease me and play her games, positive that if I wait her out, she’ll come sweetly into my arms. Today, though…
Today I think I might die if she doesn’t work my cock with that strong hand of hers.
“I’ve never touched one, no,” Dora finally answers. She kneels beside my leg, next to Bethiah, and her fascinated gaze is on my lap. I imagine her breath on my skin, her little sounds of approval as Bethiah works my cock with her hand, and I groan, more pre-cum dripping from my cockhead.
“Then give me your hand, fluffit, and we’ll remedy that,” Bethiah tells her.
I suck in a sharp breath as Bethiah’s devious plan comes to light.
Forty-One
DORA
Gasping at Bethiah’s suggestion, I flick a glance to Jamef’s face. Does he want my touch? His eyes are narrow, his hands tight on the chair, and it’s hard to tell. His cock is hard and the head slick with pre-cum, but that’s because of Bethiah’s touch. He might not want me to participate. “It’s your dare,” I remind her. “I’m not sure —”
Bethiah clicks her tongue against her teeth. “You said to make him come, fluffit. You didn’t say I had to do it.” She turns toward Jamef. “Unless you object?”
I hold my breath.
“No objection,” he rasps. “I’m yours…both of you.” And he leans back a bit more, his cock thrusting prominently into the air.
Heat pulses between my thighs. I sidle closer to her, aching. My nipples feel tight and achy, and if I press my legs together, I can feel how wet and slick my pussy is. I give Bethiah a needy look as she takes my hand in hers, smiles at me, and then places my fingers against the head of Jamef’s cock.