I freeze.
‘I want to do this part.’
My hands fall away, and I watch as his tail curls beneath the elastic and drags them down my thigh, my cock appearing and bouncing between my legs.
It’s dripping slightly, and I see Eissa’s nostrils flare.
The boxers are flung to the other side of the room as he steps closer to me.
And a second later, he shoves me to the edge of the mattress, my legs all but collapsing at his touch as he drops to his knees, my cock right at his mouth.
I groan, and without thinking, my hands reach for him, eager to dig into his hair and guide him. But I don’t get the chance. Right before I make contact, his tail moves up behind me and wraps around my wrists, bringing them together.
I let out a soft moan as I look down at him, and he glowers up at me. ‘Don’t touch. Remember?’
I don’t struggle against his hold. The feeling of his velvet soft tail pinning me in place is more erotic than anything I have ever felt in my life. I never want this to stop.
And right before he opens his mouth to take me,I think,I will do anything in my power to convince him to do this with me again.
That’s all the time I have for anything coherent. His lips part, and his breath hits my cock. Then his thin, forked tongue slides from between his lips and wraps around my pulsing dick, wet and warm. I gasp as I thrust my hips forward, wanting more. To be fully inside of him.
And he obliges. His mouth takes me into him, his head bobbing as he hollows out his cheeks and sucks.
Fuck, I was never allowed at the clinic because I was Deaf, so I’ve never had the mandatory blow jobs we’re supposed to give, but hell, I’ve imagined it.
And now I’m getting a famous Vyastil blow job, and sweet mother of Christ, it is better than I could have ever imagined. I see why there are addicts. I see why there are people who sign their lives away to do everything and anything the Vyastil ask from them.
He pulls me into the back of his throat, and my eyes roll into the back of my head, feeling the way his tongue piercing rolls up and down my shaft.
I’m close. Not going to last long at all. Which is really fucking embarrassing, but it’s not my fault.
This is so fucking good. It’s erotic in all the ways my quiet fantasies have ever been. No, it’s more. It’s better.
Something pushes at the boundary of my mind, and I’m too focused on this to fight it off. I succumb just as he starts to hum around me, making my entire body shake. I’m lost to it, my mind trying to make sense of how good this feels, all while something inside of me flares to life.
Something different, something foreign.
It’s almost like I’m feeling his pleasure, too.
It’s overwhelming and intense, making my orgasm rush forward. I struggle to be released from the bonds of his tail, needing to hold on to something as I cum, but he doesn’t allow it. Instead, he only seems to tighten his grip on me, sucking harder, faster.
Luca.My Luca.
A voice in my mind. Not my own. Something different. A language I don’t know. And the sensation of it is different. Hearing, maybe? It’s not the way thoughts usually form in my head—a mixture of words I know and the impression of hands shifting through signs.
This is something else. It’s a rhythmic buzzing, like music I can feel coming from a heavy, thumping speaker. It’s theedges of sounds that I can hear if I press my ear very close to something very loud.
Except it’s also more than that. It is beautiful.
It makes my entire body shiver. It’s wholly erotic and slightly frightening, and god, I want more. The combined sensations are enough to make my hips buck up, my cock shuddering in his mouth as I come.
His eyes flick up to meet mine, and I stare down at them as my release washes down his throat. He swallows it, taking every last drop, his lips stretched wide around my cock as I’m wrung dry.
And when he’s done, he pulls away, sitting back on his haunches, his tail slowly unwrapping from my wrists.
We stare at each other, a bit of my cum lingering on his bottom lip. He swipes it away as I try to make sense of what just happened. That wasn’t just a blow job. That was…different. It was more.
I let out a shaky breath, but Eissa still doesn’t look away, his eyes slightly dazed and confused.
