Try as I might, I cannot think of a single thing except her earlier words.Suck you off. Her on her knees, warm mouth enveloping me andsucking? Something comes out of my mouth, but it’s garbled nonsense.
“My translator didn’t get that.” She grins up at me. “Wanna try that again?”
“You’re my new hobby,” I say in a rush. “My new obsession. Anything else is a waste.”
“Maybe you better tell me your old hobbies, then,” she says wryly, her hand squeezing me, this time working its way halfway up my shaft.
“I can’t remember a single one with your hand on my cock.”
She laughs and bends to kiss my inner thigh, swift and sweet. “I’ll go first. I like to make my own paint and inks to remember the places I’ve been. I collect stuff like rocks and leaves, and I process them to create materials. Then I paint or draw with them. I started doing it when I was kid because we moved around so much. It was a way for me to take a placewith me when I left. I think the first one I drew with dandelions, these flowers we have on Earth. It was after a summer with my grandparents, and I was dreading going home. I knew the flowers would wilt if I tried to take them, so I drew a picture of them using the yellow pollen instead.”
I’m oddly touched by her quiet confession. I can picture her as a greenling, gathering yellow flowers and smudging them on a scroll so she can keep them forever. I cup her cheek, brush my thumb over her lips. “Thank you for telling me this.”
This time her kiss falls on the head of my cock, her pink tongue slipping out to taste the drop of seed welling there. It’s a reward, deeply fulfilling and deeply pleasurable, but I find it does not overwhelm me, even when I allow myself to sink into the sensation.
She pauses. “Your turn.”
My hips twist toward her restlessly, but I know she will not continue unless I supply her with some connection in return. My life isn’t interesting. I don’t make anything other than enemies or collect anything other than scars.
“I like to read scrolls,” I finally say, internally cursing how dull it makes me sound the instant the words are out.
But her lips tip up an encouraging smile, and she licks up the underside of my shaft. “What kind?”
With that kind of incentive, I will never stop talking. “Any kind. I read about weapons and military strategy, famous warriors from history. About weather patterns and frixing volcanoes. Trade. Cooking. Piloting.”
Her tongue circles my cock head, and then she takes me deep in her mouth. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my mind goes blank again. It takes all I am not to thrust into her. My claws shred the leather-wrapped arms of the comm chair.
I can’t look at her. I have to look at her. Alioth save me, my Alara is so beautiful, lips stretched and eyes smiling.
“Stories, too,” I blurt out. “Those are my favorite, but I hide them under the others so no one knows. They think I’m reading important scrolls to help me be a better Jara, and I do read those, but for every serious scroll, there’s a story. They’re my indulgence. My secret reward.”
She’s working me in earnest now, slicking her fist up and down my shaft with a mixture of saliva and seed while she lavishes the head with flicks of her tongue. The tips of my ears burn and the base of my spine tingles, but just as I think I’m going to spend, she pauses, leaving me panting with want.
“I buy them when I go off planet,” I say, desperate for her to begin again. Thankfully, she does, and so I rattle off anything that comes into my head. “Adventure stories are my favorite. A warrior on an uninhabited planet, fighting dangerous beasts. Or sometimes he rescues a female, and she seduces him in gratitude.”
I feel her smile around my cock, and that does me in. “Delphie,” I groan. She takes me all the way into her mouth again, shuttling me against the back of her throat. Reward and permission. I’m greedy for both, and with a tight, searing release that sparks in my vision, I spill.
Chapter 20
Delphie
Nik reads adventure romance novels, and he tastes like tangerines. I feel my heart opening up to him a little bit more. As if I didn’t already have a giant crush. The way he’s staring down at me with open awe makes my cheeks hot and my clit buzz, though.
He liked it. Of course he liked it. What guy doesn’t like getting his dick sucked? But the way he’s tracing my features with one knuckle, smudging them with affection... that tells me he liked more than just the physical stuff.
I lean into his leg, resting my cheek against the muscle of his thigh, reluctant to give up my excellent view of his cock. It’s thick and veined with a nicely tapered head, as beautiful as the rest of him. “See, you didn’t embarrass yourself.”
“Nearly.” Leaning back in the chair, eyes slitted, he looks dazed by the experience.
“Thank you for being open with me. I like learning things about you.” I’d like to learn a few more things, like what it feels like to sit on that magnificent thing.
He grunts, rubbing over the edge of my headscarf where it meets my forehead. “It was nothing of interest.”
“It was interesting to me.” I grab his dick again and feel it stiffen slightly. Damn, is he getting hard again already? He reallydoesn’t need to worry about coming too fast if he has that short of a recovery time. “Don’t make it less than it was.”
His knuckle bumps down my forehead and over my nose. “I like knowing about your yellow flowers,” he says grudgingly.
“I like knowing about your secret scrolls. What do you do with them when you finish?”
