Page 65 of Right Next Door
Ooh, were they skipping straight to dessert? She was down.
But no. That’s where he left it. Casual and loose, he went to the console on the wall and began ordering. She pouted behind his back. But then perked up when she remembered that the food wouldn’t get here immediately, and that left plenty of time for face sitting.
So, while he was doing that – not asking her what she wanted, just picking – she began sliding off her panties. She didn't mind him choosing whatever. She honestly wasn’t thinking about the food.
Turning, she put her back to the glass. It was chilled, but that was hardly a surprise considering the freezing black of space was just beyond. For a second, she wondered at the strength of the glass. How thick it was. Because it didn't look that thick, but she also wasn’t sure it was regular glass.
But the curious thought flew away as soon as it came, because she didn't really care about physics or science right now. She used one hand to lift the front of her dress, licked the fingers of her other, then promptly slid them down. Biting her lip to keep herself quiet as she circled that needy, achy little button, staringat the back of her male as he ordered. The smooth glide of his muscles under the silk and black fur. The twitch of his ears. The motion of his fingers on the touch screen.
He was gorgeous. She was eager to feel that luxurious black fur sliding all over her body.
“I hope you like ri-...”
Tsok’s voice cut off as he turned and caught sight of her. He stared, his entire body tense, as she finally let out the low moan she’d been holding back. Her fingers moved down further, seeking her own hole to tease as she ground her clit against her palm.
Oh, and Tsok was growling. Staring at her so hungrily. His hand twitched before he rushed at her. She smiled, eager for him to take her in his arms.
But that’s not what happened. Instead, he dropped to his knees in front of her. Grabbing her wrist, he yanked her fingers free and put them in his mouth instead. Then groaned as his slick, slightly rough tongue stroked across and between the digits. Licking her up. Going up the palm. Making sure he didn't miss a drop.
And when he had her fingers clean, his eyes locked in on her pussy. She tensed her thighs, leaning her hips forward, giving him a better view, as his other hand clutched her hip, blunted claws poking deliciously against her skin.
“Let me lick you,” he begged, looking up at her with burning, green eyes. “Let me taste you, my mate. Please.”
How was she supposed to deny a plea like that?
Smiling, she put her hand to the back of his neck and pulled him forward. He went eagerly, tongue already lolling out. She felt the heat of his breath before he started licking. They both let out a groan at the same time before he shuddered and got to work.Lapping at her like a dog on a hot day – maybe cat would be a better comparison.
She didn't rightfully care because his tongue felt incredible. The extra roughness was just the right amount of stimulation as he feasted. The cold of his nasal filter stroked over her clit, teasing her as she moaned, her grip on his head tightening. Shoving him harder against her. Practically demanding that he use that tongue to fuck her.
Which he was only too happy to do. Both of his hands grabbed her ass, canting her hips forward further until she was on the her tips of her toes, her weight distributed between the glass at her back and his face. But he didn't seem to care as he took advantage of the new angle to slide his tongue into her. It was longer than she expected, and while it wasn’t particularly thick, he could curl it up to lap at her G-spot with shocking dexterity, which made her absolutely wild.
Misty choked on her own scream as she came, spasming around his tongue as he groaned with appreciation. Dipping his tongue in and out of her. Cleaning up her mess. She’d never come that fast in her life. And the slow wind down as he continued to lick lazily made her legs weak until she nearly collapsed when he finally moved his face.
He took a second to nip playfully at her thigh before her skirt dropped and he stood, adjusting his grip so that he was holding her thighs, jerking them up around his waist. Grinding into her. Teasing her with the weight of his shaft as he licked at the curve of her neck.
“I would take you right here,” he growled, “Except I need to feed you first.”
“I’m good,” she promised, locking her arms around his neck. “I can wait.”
“You think you can,” he nipped at her ear, making her squeak and laugh. “But you’re going to need your energy for what I’m planning for you.”
She shivered in delight. “How about I suck your cock and eat your cum? Is that enough protein?”
He growled, digging his cock into her harder. She cursed the fabric of his pants, separating them. There was texture on his cock. She could feel it. She wanted to feel more of it.
Unfortunately, that was the moment the door chimed, announcing the arrival of their food. She grumbled as he chuckled, setting her down. He made sure the strength had returned to her legs enough to hold her before stepping back. She blew out a breath as she adjusted her skirt. That one orgasm had been great, but really only served to whet her appetite. She wanted more.
But Tsok was being considerate again, allowing in the cart that moved by itself. It was laden with platters covered in domes that he began setting out. The meal might be covered, but it smelled great, and she found herself approaching, belly tightening in hunger. Like her own body agreed that she needed energy for more orgasms like that.
She took the dome off the nearest tray, sniffling appreciatively at the fish underneath. It was a whole fish, head and fins, steamed and set on a bed of veggies. It didn't really smell like fish though, it honestly smelled more like beef. Which was a bit confusing to the senses, but she wasn’t above trying it.
“Kirsean sea slider,” Tsok said, setting down one last dish. “It’s a delicacy, and easy to cook wrong, but when it’s done right, the flavor is incomparable.”
“It smells amazing,” she agreed, reaching for another dome.
One by one, she uncovered a feast fit for a king. What appeared to be a roasted bird of some kind, a blue salad, something cheesy and savory, a couple things she already knew she loved including a soup that tasted like chicken noodle but was actually made from leaves – like a tea flavored like chicken broth. It was delicious, a favorite of hers. And for something refreshing, a fruit salad. White cream bathed a selection of bright, fresh berries. Her imagination went wild immediately, thinking of all the ways they could lick and eat that off of each other.
“This is a specialty of the restaurant,” Tsok said, picking up a fat and juicy berry.
