He stiffens. “That’s not scientific.”
But…he’s stiff, but not moving away. And his eyes glitter, and his tendrils flick, and I look down and he?—
—he’s hard.
At least…getting there.
And he knows I see it.
I reach over to tap the tablet, pausing the recording. Kaelion doesn’t move, doesn’t step back, doesn’t flinch.
“Can we just…not record this one?” I ask.
His eyes dart toward the door. No one else is coming to the lab today…not over the summer. We’re completely alone, and he’s the one who monitors the security feeds in here.
“What are you suggesting?” he asks.
“I really need to come,” I breathe, the words coming out all in a rush.
He sucks in a breath. “Lyn…”
“It doesn’t have to be…” I close my eyes, remembering that he’s already aroused. “I know it’s already sexual. I know. But I just…I can’t come, and I’m…it almost hurts.Help me.”
It’s not all that bad. I’m overstating the case.
But I want it so fucking bad. I don’t want to be teased close to the edge again. I want to go over it.
And over it and over it…
He draws in a measured breath, then?—
His hand raises up…up to my cheek, hovering over my skin.
Touches me.
And I’m already getting there, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb on my cheekbone…tender and soft and gentle. My hips rock forward without my meaning to, grinding down on the stool until I almost slide off?—
His other hand catches my hip.
“Easy,” he soothes. “Easy…”
“I can’t,” I gasp. “Oh fuck?—”
“Come for me, Lyn. I’ve got you.”
That’s all I need.
I come…Ifinallyfucking come, and as I come, I turn and take his thumb into my mouth. I suck hard, moaning around him, my hands flying up to grip his forearms.
Never felt like this. Never felt so good.
I don’t want it to stop.
And he doesn’t stop me.
No…I realize with a start that he’s moving with me, his thumb thrusting into my mouth. I suck on it like I’m dying to suck on his cock, hanging onto him, clinging to his forearms as he holds my hips steady.
“That’s right,” he says. “Take what you need, Lyn. Ride it out.”
