“So, what? You want sexy little stories to get you off?” I asked with a frown.
“Everything in this house gets me off,” he said, eyes closing as he flopped onto his back. His fingers ran idly over his stomach. “I haven’t been able to get soft since you chose me. It’s like I’m drowning in this pool of woman. I can feel her all over my skin, like a million little kisses all at once, and I can’t escape it.” His eyes opened and slid around to look at me. “But I don’t know anything about her, except for what Ophelia told us.”
“And what did Ophelia tell you?” I asked, stiffening.
“That you were tough, that you did something amazing coming here, that you weren’t to be messed with because you were a fricking badass.”
“She didn’t say that,” I scoffed.
“Not the badass thing. I’ve seen her swear plenty, particularly when we’re pissing her off, but I don’t think she used the word badass. It was all noble and heroic and shit, what she said.” He nodded, as if in recognition. “But that’s not all of what you are.”
“So what? Do we do a speed dating thing where we ask each other questions?
” I snorted at that. “Seems we’re a bit past that point, since I’ve seen you swallow your own cum.”
“Did you like that?” he asked.
“I…I don’t know what to make of you, Noah. You’re gorgeous.” He smiled so wide then, looking almost innocent, in spite of his previous debauchery. “You’re obviously into…whatever this is. I…” I was about to ask something I knew I shouldn’t, but seeing as we were both naked or semi naked and covered with cum, I figured the time for standing on ceremony was over. “Are you gay?”
That wasn’t quite right. He’d been calling my name as he worked himself but my mind struggled to get my head around it.
He laughed at that, going limp on the mattress.
“Well, the butt plug, the cum licking… Look, I’m sorry I asked. It’s really none of my business.”
“Sure it is. Like, don’t go up to random dudes asking that, because you’re right, that is none of your business. But you invited me into your house, let me stroke one out for what felt like hours on your spare bed, and I’m lying here, dying for you to straddle my face and let me lick you clean. I figure you can ask my sexual orientation with impunity.”
His hands strayed to his stomach again, stroking the smooth skin, holding himself from stroking something else, I’d bet.
“I’m not into guys. It was you I was imagining as I came, not some guy. I don’t hate them or anything, and being in a group scene is fucking hot, but while I love the taste of cum, I don’t want it straight from the source, if that makes sense. My favourite fantasy has always been a woman that completely surrenders to her heat partners, just lets them tease her and touch her and fill her with everything they’ve got, trying to make her cum just one more time. And then I want to drop down between her legs and worship her, kiss every tender, twitching inch until she's nice and clean, and then a little more until she bursts all over my face.”
“You’re pretty kinky,” I said, stating the bloody obvious. “Have you done any of this before?”
“Nope, just me and my imagination.” He shrugged, back with that sunny smile. “If I just end up in here, edging myself until my cock is raw, drunk on your scent, that won’t be a bad week away from work.”
“But you want to.”
He reached out across the bed, knowing his fingers wouldn’t reach me, just leaving them there—an offer for me to accept.
“More than anything. Are you sore?”
“What?”
“Wiggle your hips for me.”
“What the fuck are you on about?”
“Just do it. I’m not coming any closer.”
I grit my teeth, feeling the enamel grind, but he just watched me as if daring me to do something silly. So, to turn that lambent gaze away, I wiggled slightly, then gasped.
“Does it hurt a little? Like deep inside, but it's a good hurt? One you wanna go rushing towards and repeat over and over? I like that, Flick. I like women being drenched in pleasure, tipped over into a surrender that’s nothing like their day to day life, and dazed by it until they forget their own name. I like being the one to do that, and I like tasting it. At least, I think I do.”
He frowned slightly, looking down at his still throbbing cock, a thin stream leaking from the tip.
“You seem like some kind of warrior goddess, and those mates of yours are great guys.” His eyes dropped down. “They’ve never got involved in all the blokey shit that goes down. I haven’t met your kid, but I hear he likes Star Wars. That stuff is kinda my bag. Maybe you’ll let him meet me at the end of this, maybe you won’t.” He frowned, his fingers picking at his skin. “Especially when I’ve shown you I’m kind of a freak. But, Flick, I’ve never been picked before. Women here always overlook me. So, if you want me, in any capacity, let me know. If I’m walking back to the singles quarter at the end of this, I wanna know I’ve put everything on the line before I go.”
I didn’t know why I did it, but I reached over and took his hand. Maybe it was to see his eyes widen when I did, because hope looked so good on him. It was probably cruel. I’d had no thought of adding him to my pack beyond that feel of him at the petitioning ceremony. As if to remind me why, a slow, steady stream of heat pooled in my hand, sliding up my arm and then throughout my whole body.