Page 64 of Right Next Door
His eyes were glowing again. She’d noticed they’d done that before. Back at their romantic spit roast, when he got all hot and bothered. His eyes always had a baseline glow to them, all the kreecharma did, but they’d been vibrant, electric, when he’d been going out of his mind with need for her.
She kind of loved it. She wondered if they’d legitimately glow in the dark, like cat eyes in a photo, or if it was just a trick of the light. Teasing him with the promise of having her legs on his shoulders and her feet around his neck immediately set them to burning.
She didn’t know why she was surprised when he growled and turned, pulling on her leg. Jerking her down until she was suddenly laid out on her back, his body hovering over hers. He used the grip he had on her calf to part her legs, putting the limb around his waist.
Oh. Yeah. He was a romance virgin, not a sex virgin. He might not know how to do mood lighting properly, but he’d fucked before. And judging by the confidence in his movements, in the way he held himself off of her, just high enough to feel his weight without being smothered, he had more than a little practice at it.
“Don’t tease me, little mate,” he growled, running his nose along her cheek. The cold of his nasal filter and the warmth of his fur combining to tease her deliciously as he took in a deep, slow breath, like he was trying to scent her even in the impossibility of it.
And she found herself wishing he would. That he’d treat her to what an unrestrained kreecharma male in full rut was like. She bet it would be hot and furious and violent in the best ways. She wanted him to hold her down with his teeth and breed her deep again and again until she was too tired from coming to even move as he kept claiming her body.
And then, when he was at his limit, she wanted to ride him until his poor cock was sore and his balls ached from being emptied. Until he was whimpering and begging her for mercy as she used a tight grip on his sensitive ears to keep him helpless below her while she used him like a toy for her pleasure.
The urge to dominate and be dominated by this male ran hand in hand. Both fantasies were equally hot and exciting.
“You gonna claim me right here in the back of this shuttle?” She asked, canting her hips up, humping him from below. Enjoying the hard bulge that was definitely growing under the silk of his robes. The lace of her panties, the silk, the heat of her pussy, the throb of his cock, it all came together in a swirling eddy of heat burning in her lower belly, begging for satisfaction.
“No,” he growled, tongue lapping at her neck. “Not nearly enough time for everything I want to do to you. But I have a private room on the orbital, and I feel like that’s a perfect place for all the debauched things I’m imagining.”
“Ooh, like what?” She grinned, loving the deep rumble of his voice in her ear, through her chest. She wanted to hear all the dirty, depraved things he would do to her. She wanted to hear all the things hethoughtwould be dirty and depraved and see if it matched up to hers.
“Like pulling off that dress and pressing your body against the cold glass of the orbital and fucking you right there where the entire planet can bear witness to how I own this little cunt. Like making you drip with my cum before shoving my cock up your ass using our juices as lube and letting all of Kree see how you pant and moan for me.”
“Fuck…” She groaned, head dropping back. Needing that like she needed her next breath of air. He might not know anything about romance, but he’d definitely fucked before. Andapparently knew what he was doing. “Yes. Do it. Claim me just like that.”
“Is that what you really want?” He asked before whispering, “Or do you want to tie me to my chair and ride me for your own pleasure as all of Kree watches how you own me. Then sit your pretty cunt on my face and make me eat my own seed out of you where they can all bear witness to how I am merely a slave to your pleasure.”
“Both. Both is good,” she wiggled eagerly, her nails going down his back. Cutting through his fur to scratch down his skin. “Let me ride your face first.”
He let out a long, growly groan, like he couldn’t think of anything better.
But before they had a chance to do anything else, the shuttle let out a little chime, alerting them to the fact that they had arrived. To her annoyance, Tsok sat back, easily ignoring the pressure her leg exerted against his waist, trying to keep him on top of her. He glanced down and snickered. She followed his gaze and couldn’t help the laugh that burst out.
The silk of his robes had a very distinct wet spot at the front. She honestly didn’t know if it was because of her – she certainly felt wet enough as her legs closed again – or his own precum leaking out, but the appearance was undeniably one of arousal.
“You don’t have an ounce of shame,” he said, looking at his own lap as he stood.
“Don’t worry, sugar,” she stood, following so she could put herself in front of him. “I’ll hide it for you.”
Putting his arm around her waist to hold her belly, she shivered with delight when she felt how big it was resting there. Spanning her tummy. Holding onto her so confidently. She made sure to walk just in front of him and conceal that damning wet spot asthey exited the shuttle and met with the host of the restaurant. It was an elegant female with all black fur who gave Misty a curious look before walking them to a small lift that led to a hallway lined with doors all on one side. All private rooms, Misty realized, when they were brought to one and the door slid open, allowing them inside.
The orbital was split down the middle. The half of the restaurant facing the planet was completely covered with glass. The bottom level was for the public half, while the two upper levels had private rooms for guests willing to pay extra for them. The back half, with no view, was where the kitchens and staff work rooms all were.
All that was explained as they were walked through. They were told that they could order everything from the console inside their room and it would be sent to them on a hover. There was no need for further interaction with anyone until they were ready to leave.
The room itself was gorgeous. Not necessarily because of the furniture. Though that was high quality, it was all rather dull in coloration. A harmless, uninteresting, dark gray. The large table near the window, the long sofa lining the other three walls except where the door opened, and even the large cushion in the corner were all that same dull gray.
But that was clearly on purpose, because it left all the attention to be drawn instead to the massive, floor to ceiling window that showed the entirety of Kree. The large planet was beautiful, with silvery to gray oceans and land masses of dusky blue and gray. She could even see distinct cities from here, though they were mere dots on the surface, some hidden by the swirling, fluffy white clouds.
It was certainly stunning, but not nearly distracting enough to get her mind off the needy ache between her legs.
Once the door shut behind the kreecharma female, Misty could finally step away without concern, grinning at her male.
“I think you enjoyed that too much,” he said, eyes glowing.
“I’ve never had too much joy,” she countered, biting her lip as he grabbed for the tie on his robe.
It wasn’t a simple cross over, pull tight, double knot that she would have done. The knots for kreecharma clothes were much neater, much tighter than that. She was still having trouble with it – both getting hers on and off. But it looked like he just touched his and it melted away. The entire robe loosened, revealing his chest and the poofy, dark gray pants underneath.
