I’rec, that irascible alien, tries to push it off his lap. “I am not cold.”
“I am, though, and I like leaning against you,” I say, demonstrating just that. “Humor me, all right?”
And I place the blanket over his crossed legs again, snuggling against him and resting my arm on the thigh closest to me.
He makes a resigned noise, but leaves the blanket this time, and we continue talking with Daisy and O’jek from across the fire. Daisy’s feeling herself tonight, enthusiastic about languages. She goes on and on about how much time she had to herself back when she was living on some cat-people planet called Praxii, and how to entertain herself she’d learn languages or something. I admit I pay less attention the longer the story goes on. O’jek is riveted, because he’s always rapt whenever Daisy speaks. I’rec watches them, but I can tell his mind is wandering.
Since nobody is paying attention to me, it’s the perfect time to be ever so slightly naughty. I slide my hand from the top of I’rec’s thigh to the inside, my fingers brushing over his skin. I make sure to keep my movements small so the shadows and the blanket hide everything.
If I’rec notices that my hand is going south, he doesn’t say anything. So I get a little bolder. I move up his leg, find the edge of his loincloth, and run my fingertip along the crease of his thigh, where it meets his pelvis.
I can feel him stiffen next to me, and his tail gives a hard thump behind us.
I sigh dreamily and lean my head on his shoulder, holding the blanket to my chin as I pretend to listen intently to Daisy and O’jek discussing Praxiian Common Tongue. I ease my finger deeper, rubbing lightly against something that feels soft and delicate—his sac, no doubt. I’m tired of just using one finger, though. I feign a cough, and as I do, I use the movement to hide the fact that I push my whole hand into his loincloth.
Aah, much better. Now I can curl my fingers around his cock and work it slowly while I pretend to pay attention to Daisy and O’jek. He’s growing harder by the second, filling my hand. I rub down his ridged length, teasing his balls before sliding up again and then wrapping my fingers around him and squeezing. I tighten my grip and move up and down, working his shaft. I wonder if it’d be too obvious if I spit on my hand and slid it back under the furs—
I’rec pulls my hand out from his loincloth and jumps to his feet. He tosses the blanket aside and hauls me in front of him. “I need to speak to F’lor alone. We will return soon.”
Daisy says something that sounds like agreement, but I’m too busy biting back my delighted laughter at making I’rec break. He holds me in front of him as he marches me to the front of the cave and then outside. Feels a bit like I’m a naughty child being taken to the principal’s office, but I’m enjoying it. After all, I definitelyhavebeen naughty.
I bite back my smiles as we head outside, and then a gust of cold air blasts me in the face. I shiver, crossing my arms over my front, because now it is a little chilly.
The moment we’re outside, I’rec shoves the privacy screen over the entrance and then gives me a wild-eyed look. “F’lor.”
“Yes?” I flutter my lashes at him, all innocence.
“You were touching me in front of them.” He’s both accusing and flustered, and it’s fucking adorable.
I want to eat him up with a spoon. “Yeah, I was. Is that a problem?”
“You think they don’t know what you were doing?” He rakes a hand through his hair, pulling it free from his man-bun.
“You think I care if they know?” Is he mad? Because I was touching him in front of them? I thought the sa-khui were into that sort of thing? Vektal’s made it clear that his people are fine with public displays of affection. Is this an I’rec thing? Or is he mad that they’re seeing Flordeliza touch him instead of Tia? “They know we resonated. They know we’re together.” I hesitate. “Wearetogether, aren’t we?”
He growls. “Still you doubt?” And then he grabs me by the arms, leans down, and kisses me. Hard.
I wrap my arms around his neck and moan, breathless, as he kisses the hell out of me. Why is it that kissing him is always so damned good? He never uses too much tongue, or clashes his teeth with mine. It’s always perfection and just the right amount of enthusiasm and intensity. “Of course I doubt,” I pant between frantic tonguing. “You’re not supposed to be mine. And then you complain when I can’t keep my hands off of you—”
“No complaining,” he corrects between nips of my lower lip. “Just that you cannot finish what you start if we are in front of them.” He slides a hand to my backside, squeezes it hard, and hauls me up against him as if I weigh nothing. “And if you touch me like that, I want to do allkindsof things to you.”
“Well,” I whisper against his mouth. “I do owe you a blow job.”
He makes a hungry sound low in his throat. “You do.”
With a smile, I slide down out of his grip and to my knees. It doesn’t matter that it’s snowy and a bit chilly. All that matters is the hungry look on I’rec’s face. The way he watches me like he wants to devour me whole. I can’t wait to touch him, and I don’t care that we’re right in front of the cave, with only the privacy screen and the front chamber of the cave separating us from Daisy and O’jek. Let them listen in. I’m feeling the need to show the world that I’rec is mine.
So I tug his loincloth down and rub my face against his already-dripping cock. The head is wet with pre-cum, and I take him in my hand, sliding my lips over the tip. “This is mine?”
“All yours,” he rasps.
“I’m the only one that gets to touch you? Ever?” I look up at him, hating that I asked that question, but it feels necessary to me. I’m going to need proof, over and over again, that he really is mine.
“You’re the only one.”
“You wouldn’t rather have Tia’s fingers on you, doing this?” I pump him with my hand, squeezing as I do.
He makes a pained sound, and to my surprise, he grips his hand over mine, shaking his head. “Do not mention her when you touch me. It makes my cock shrink.”