Page 90 of Right Next Door
Tsok, unprepared for the sensitive appendage to be so suddenly molested, missed a step. His knees gave out and he fell, catching himself on one hand. Misty fell with him, slipping off his shoulder and hitting her back with a laugh. He took the brunt of the fall, so her landing was much softer.
Tsok gave her a glare that only made her laugh harder. They were splayed out on the long rug in the hall, well away from the door to his room. She thought he was going to scoop her up and finish the journey to his bed.
He had no such plans. She’d brought them down to the floor, and that was where they would stay. As she found out when he suddenly grabbed the tie keeping on her robe and, with the ease of someone who’d grown up knowing how the special knot worked, ripped it apart. It practically melted under his hands, loosening until the sides were falling open around her.
Then she was practically naked, her body bare and exposed, right in the hallway. And Tsok was there, burying his face in her neck to lick and nip at the sensitive skin while he shoved her legs apart. Taking the space for himself. Reaching down and immediately circling her clit with his thumb as her back arched. Luxuriating in the feeling of his fur brushing against her peaked, sensitive nipples.
She was so close, so on edge, that even after the trek here and falling to the floor, it still didn’t take him long to bring her impending climax back. She tried her hardest to keep it from showing. To keep her legs from shaking, her moans under control. To hide what was happening so he couldn’t take it away from her.
To no avail. Her body tensed up and her legs still shook. Less than before, but she couldn’t fully conceal it when they were pressed so tightly against his side.
“Who are you?” He growled, right in her ear. Right on the edge.
She could only wordlessly shake her head, clenching her mouth tightly shut. Refusing to give him an answer. Just for a second. That’s all she needed. She wasso close-
“No!” She wailed when he pulled back, putting his hand to her thighs, forcing her legs apart, refusing her even the small amount of pressure she might gain by trying to close them.
“Tell me what you are,” he growled so deliciously, right in her ear, the rumble vibrating through his chest, into her, teasing her even further. She tried, and failed, to rub her body along his, but he kept himself just far enough from her that she was denied. “Tell me what you know I want to hear, and I’ll let you come.”
Snarling, she grabbed for the fur on his neck, yanking him back down. He didn’t fight her kiss, but, annoyingly, he kept his pelvis away, denying her that small friction.
She was so close. Every time he touched her, it came back stronger, faster. It was almost painful at this point. The orgasm itself, she could already tell, would be devastating.
If he would just give it to her!
He was there between her thighs. Thrusting against her through his clothes. She groaned, eyes rolling back. He was so hard under the silken fabric. She had just enough space to be able to hump back against him. Eager for more of that pressure. His heat. His hardness.
“Admit it,” he grunted into her ear, his body tense and shaking. “Say it.”
She shivered, grabbing his butt with both hands. Squeezing tight. Forcing him to grind harder into her as she panted.
“Fuck… buddy…”
“Mate.”
Their movements were getting harsh and desperate.
“Fucker…
“Mate!”
She cried out when he pulled back. Once again denied that final release. Her pussy was throbbing. She couldn’t take this anymore.
“Please,” she moaned. Certainly not above a little begging for her pleasure. Even enjoying it a bit. But still trying to refuse to give him that one thing he wanted most.
It was the best kind of fight. A battle of wills neither of them was willing to lose while they both suffered in the fight.
Because she wasn’t the only one driven to the edge. She could feel the tension, the desperation, in the tightness of his body. In the shaky, driving strokes of his hips. In the grunts echoing in her ears. In the interplay of their lewdly moving shadows cast upon the wall, mimicking their frantic movements as they tried to force the other to be so desperate to come that they gave up.
Fuck. She was going to lose.
“Just… say it…” Tsok demanded, but his voice was weak and pleading. “Admit… you’re mine…”
His hand was down, between their bodies. Yanking his robe open. Pulling his pants down just enough that his cock emerged. Then he was there, slick and hot, rubbing against her soaking wet entrance. The soft, scaley texture of his shaft rubbed perfectly against her already aching nubbin.
His thrusts were faster now. Rougher. A particularly long thrust against her clit made her gasp and her mouth opened, defeat right there on the tip of her tongue-
She struck, biting his shoulder instead. The admission muffled against his fur as he let out a grunt. His hips jerked back and then he was pushing, his dripping head a hot pressure against her entrance. The stretch made her moan. The heat apparently too much for him as he couldn’t stop his hips from jerking,pushing into her just a bit. Enough that he could no longer resist the urge to slam himself deep.
