Page 40 of Into Orbit
His fingers came together and tugged; every thought fled my mind as the pleasure broke and I came, crying out wordlessly as the waves crashed through me. Willow made a satisfied sound, one so entirely male I almost laughed, his fingers absently caressing my breast as my body calmed.
He helped me sit when I was done, my core so utterly wrecked by the strength of my response that my legs were shaking. I ran my fingers over his jaw, watching as his lips parted and his eyes flared. I traced the thorns over his cheekbones before moving down, skirting his strong shoulders and chest before descending over his hard stomach and lower.
He caught my hand before I could touch anything interesting. ‘I don’t expect reciprocation, Maeve.’
I shivered, because they were words that I had literally never heard from a human male’s mouth. ‘I’m not doing it because you expect it. I’m doing it because I want to touch you, Willow.’
He searched my face, his eyes flaring a glowing green. ‘Are you sure?’
I raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Yes, Willow, I’m sure.’
He let go of my wrist; I seized the opportunity and cupped his cock through his leathers. He was rock-hard, though the nature of the leathers made it difficult to discern much else. I stroked the vines over his seam and watched them slowly unravel, then sucked in a breath as his leathers parted and he was bared to me.
His basic shape was familiar enough – a deliciously long, thick shaft, with a swollen head – butluminescentwhite pre-cum was leaking from thetwoslits on his crown, and his shaft was marked by ridges reaching from his base to his tip. The biggest difference of all was a swelling on the underside of his shaft, about halfway up; it was the size of a small coin and looked very much like theburlto Elswyth’snotch.
I took him in hand without preamble, wanting nothing more than to climb on his lap and sink down. I had a feeling that his burl would press exactly where I liked it – on my g-spot – and would drag over it in the most delicious way as I moved.
No, Maeve, I told myself.
Not this time, anyway.
I wrapped my fingers around his base instead, watching his face. He tipped his head back, his lips parting; the light caught the thorns on his cheekbones. The warmth in my chest flared and spread; I shook my head against the feeling, unsettled by the strength of it, and moved my hand up Willow’s cock, skirting over the unfamiliar burl.
He groaned as I touched it, his entire body tensing. Like Elswyth, he seemed to be hyper-sensitive, my every movement causing his muscles to cord and his body to bow. I sucked my lip between my teeth, watching as a few slight movements of my hand unravelled the self-controlled doctor. I liked the feeling of him in my hand, liked that my fingers couldn’t meet around him. His cock was heavy and slightly harder than a human’s, a pleasure to touch. His head glimmered enticingly, wet with glowing pre cum; my mouth watered as I watched it dampen my fingers.
‘Maeve,’ he groaned.
Those lips. I could imagine those lips doing all manner of things, but mostly I just wanted them pressed on my own. Watching them moan my name wasn’t exactly the worst, though. I tightened my grip so he’d do it again, leaning to brush a kiss across his mouth.
He shuddered, his hips moving instinctively, thrusting up into my hand. I almost moaned myself as I felt him swell under my fingers, his burl pressing into the top of my palm.
‘Maeve,’ he hissed, and came.
I bit down hard on my lip as I watched. I’d never seen the doctormessy, and the glowing cum painting his stomach was all kinds of lovely. His sculpted chest was heaving, his beautiful forearms corded, and his strong fingers scored into the chair beneath him.
He wasglorious.
I stroked him through the aftermath, until I felt like I’d milked every last drop from his body. I had the urge to leave my hand exactly where it was, so I did, waiting for him to soften.
He didn’t.
I blinked at him. ‘Um. Do Tirians …’
‘Do Tirians what?’ he said, his voice low.
‘Human men, uh, go soft. After they come, I mean.’
He looked down at my hand on his still-hard cock, a slow smile blooming on his face. ‘We go soft,’ he said, his eyes heavy. ‘After five or so times.’
‘After –’ I sucked on my lip again. ‘Well,thatis a definite evolutionary perk.’
He laughed, a deep sound that made my toes curl. ‘I’ll be sure to put it in my notes,’ he teased.
I studied his face. ‘You’re good,’ I said bluntly. ‘Verygood. Especially for someone who hasn’t done that before.’
His face shuttered; he looked away.
My hand flexed around him; an unfamiliar spike of jealousy shot through my stomach. ‘Ah. Youhavedone that before. My mistake.’
