“Boom.”
Chapter twenty-four
More Than Meets the Eye
Dex
OnthetraintoPride, Dex received a voice note from Cya. He already had his earphones connected, listening to his “Get Pumped!” playlist, so he paused his music and started the voice message.
A sexy moan filled his ears, and he sat up straighter in his seat and punched the Pause button. He double-checked that his Bluetooth was still connected so the passengers around him couldn’t hear, and when he was confident he could safely listen, he slumped low in his seat and pushed Play.
Heavy breathing, hitched and stuttered. Muffled moans, like they were biting their bottom lip, trying to stay quiet. Then a jingle of chain, followed by a higher pitched whimper.
Well, that was one way to go from flaccid to hard as stone in three seconds. His dick tented his gym shorts, and he curled up his legs, resting his knees on the seat in front of him to hide it as Cya continued to gasp in his ear.
He closed his eyes, letting his imagination fill in the blanks. Cya stretched out on his bed, naked. Deep green tail flexing as their body rolledwith pleasure. Maybe they were plucking at the chain connecting their piercings to stimulate their nipples. One hand was working… well, not between their legs, but rubbing the slit hiding under their scales, maybe?
Dismissing that detail, he focused on Cya’s face, thin lips parting with every gasp, eyes squeezed shut. Their chest heaved, fingers rolling pert nipples. He wanted to taste Cya there, tug on the barbell piercings with his teeth.
Cya’s gasps grew choppier, each moan louder and higher than the last.
They said, “Oh gods.”
They said, “Dex, I—”
They said, “Fuck!”
Then they groaned, long and throaty, half-muffled in Dex’s pillow or in their shoulder or under their palm. He wanted to know what they looked like, whether their face went slack or screwed up in pleasure. He wanted to kiss them and drink down their moans. He wanted to taste their pleasure on his tongue.
His earphones crackled, then Cya’s voice came through, sated and smiling, “Now your sheets smell like me.”
The voice note ended, and Dex opened his eyes. He was embarrassingly hard, and he couldn’t wait to get home tonight and roll around in his dirty sheets. To other species, it was probably weird and embarrassing, but to Dex, it just made sense.
Cya was his now, so he needed to smell like them, and they needed to smell like him. It was pure logic.
As the train rolled to a stop in Pride station, Dex waited for the few other passengers around him to exit, then he quickly snapped a quick pic of his still-hard dick. It wasn’t very artistic. The lighting was shit, and theangle was not the most flattering. But he didn’t have many options, so he shrugged and sent it.
Thanks for this.
He tucked his boner into the elastic of his shorts and tugged his tank top down to cover it as much as possible. Then he awkwardly made his way to the tram.
Cya texted him back halfway to campus.
A dick pic on the train? Scandalous.
If I could jerk off without getting myself arrested, I would record it and send it to you as a thank-you for your voice note.
Pervert.
Don’t act like you don’t like it.
Their next message was a picture. Cya’s torso, his shirt that they’d slept in pulled up high to reveal almost everything. Their bronze skin, flat stomach smattered with stray scales. A curved golden bar through their belly button, connected to a gold chain that went up and up and up. Then it forked, heading toward each nipple. Of course, no nipple was visible, but it was close.
Could you be any hotter? You’re killing me here, highness. My boner was almost gone, but now it’s back.
Oops.*evil smile emoji
I’ve unlocked a sex monster.
