Page 81 of Steel & Thunder
I move back to my seat and slump down. I’m not sure that cleared anything up, but I think we can assume whatever he did, it was intentional. If he had told me the truth about what was going to happen in that arena, I’d probably be locked with my friends right now. Which is what I’m supposed to want, right?
I look up to see Khazak lost in thought like I am, a frown on his face.
“Earlier you asked me if knowing the real reason for the ritual would have made me feel differently.” His eyes meet mine when I start talking. “And the truth is, it probably would have. If Redwish had told me what was actually going to happen if I lost, then I never would have considered challenging you. Hell, if my group had just decided not to explore the ruins to begin with, we wouldn’t have ended up in jail at all. So as fucked up as it is... I’m kinda happy all those things happened because if they hadn’t, I might not have met you.”
“I am happy I met you too, David.” I can see my words warming him, and I stand to walk around the desk again.
“So what I’m saying is: me making bad decisions is a good thing.” I grin and bump into his shoulder.
With a laugh, he pulls me into his lap, bringing our mouths together for a kiss that feels a lot more romantic than I expect. I linger there just a little too long, scrambling to stand a moment later when I feel flustered.
“So, uh, was there anything else around here you wanted to show me?” I sheepishly mumble.
The rest of the afternoon is pretty boring. Khazak shows me around the station a little more, showing me where equipment is kept and introducing me to the people in charge of specific departments. Toward the end of the day, I wind up cracking the Atasi book open while on the couch in Khazak’s office until I feel a hand on my shoulder shaking me awake. Shit. Time to go home.
“So how did I do on my first day?” I ask as we walk in the door after our short walk home.
“Your performance was adequate,” he teases, walking in the kitchen to return our uneaten leftovers to the icebox.
“Was it adequate enough to have earned a reward?” I kick off my shoes and lean against the counter.
“Not sure. My coffee was cold...” He turns to see me glaring and laughs. “But I suppose you did well enough. Sit on the couch.”
He doesn’t have to tell me twice. I move to the living room and hop onto the center of the couch. He joins me a moment later, standing in front of me before dropping to his knees and rubbing his hands along my thighs. Oh shit, that’s what my reward is? He locks eyes with me, reaching up to tug me down by my collar into a kiss.
“You are not to move these.” He grabs my wrists as we break apart, placing them on the outsides of my lightly furred thighs. “Or to cum without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.” I nod eagerly. I can do that.
His hands move to my belt, removing it and unbuttoning my pants at the waist. Hooking his fingers into my waistband, he has me lift my hips so he can pull those and my thong down and off my legs in one smooth motion. He runs his hands over my thighs, the skin-on-skin contact making me shiver. Then he lowers his head.
He nuzzles at my half-hard cock, kissing the skin where the shaft meets my sack. His facial hair tickles and his tusks scrape at my skin, the dueling sensations making me fist my hands at my sides. His tongue lathes over one of my balls, and I moan as he takes his time, kissing and licking me until I’m fully hard.
He moves up, dragging his lips along my shaft until he reaches the head, taking it into this mouth and sucking gently. His tongue dips into my foreskin, swirling around the tip and making me squirm. Looking down, I can see a glint of playfulness in his eye.
Then he swallows me down to the hilt.
“Fuck,” I groan, struggling not to grab onto his head. My hips are less successful at remaining still, the urge to hump up into his face hitting me instantly, but his hands on my thighs hold me in place. His mouth is so hot, and wet, and I know that is an obvious description, but I’ve never gotten a blowjob before so fuck off—this is amazing.
He pulls his head back, leaving just a few inches of me in his mouth before sinking back down like it’s the easiest thing to do in the world. Which it might be for him? He bobs up and down, his forehead bumping into my stomach as he goes. Fuck, I can feel the flat of his tongue stroking along the bottom of my shaft. I’m going to need to remember how he’s doing some of this. I can already feel myself starting to get close.
Then he pauses, pulling off completely and letting my dick hit my belly with a wet slap. He dives back into my crotch, once again working over my nutsack with his tongue and making me gasp. Only when the urge to cum has left me do his lips wrap around my flesh once again and swallow me down.
He repeats this two more times, each bringing me closer and closer to spilling over the edge, before backing off at the last moment and moving to tease me until I calm down. After the third time, the frustration finally gets to me, and I groan. His eyes catch mine, and I can see that they’re filled with that same playfulness.
“Please,” I whine. “Please let me cum, Sir.”
“You may cum now, puppy.” The words are spoken right before he sheathes my cock in his throat.
His movements are fast and practiced, taking every inch of me without gagging. His hands are no longer holding me down, my hips free to chase the warm, wet heat of his mouth. It only takes me seconds before I’m on the edge again, my legs tense until after one final bob of head, I explode. He sinks onto my lap as my cock pulses, shooting my cum directly into his throat. If I could think straight, I’d be impressed that he isn’t gagging.
I’m not thinking straight.
When I finish, I’m nothing more than a David-shaped puddle on the couch. I feel sweaty, and hot, and kinda like I want a nap. Khazak stands in front of me, holding a hand out to pull me up and kisses me. I can only barely taste myself, most of my cum already in his stomach.
“I hope you enjoyed that.” He strokes my sweaty back. “Because I am going to make you work hard to earn the next one.”
“Yes, Sir,” I respond, a little dazed but more than up for the challenge.
