Page 87 of Nova Academy

His hands rose to my hips where he gripped me, trying to pull me closer so our bodies would press together, but I couldn’t have that. I had enough sense to know that my secret needed to remain hidden for a little longer.

I pulled away and his lips chased mine, eager for more.

Why’d you stop?’ he panted.

‘You can’t touch me,’ I warned him, and his gaze probed mine.

Satisfied with whatever he found there, he agreed. ‘You can touchme, if you want,’ he offered, and I gave him what I hoped was a sultry smile.

'I intend to.’

‘Wait… really?’

‘Really.’

‘Yesss,’ he drew out the word on an excited hiss.

I pushed him towards the sofa. ‘Lie down.’

He fell back, spreading himself out for my viewing pleasure.

I kneeled on the floor beside him, my eyes raking over his prone form. The way his chest heaved with his heavy breaths, the lust in his gaze, the growing tent in his pyjama pants, even the way his beard twitched as if the tentacles wanted to reach out to me.

I raised a shaky hand and laid it flat on his chest, fingers splayed, to feel his heartbeat racing under my touch. I smoothed it slowly over his pecs, catching them on his erect nipples and causing a reaction from him that made my own core throb and pulse.The wetness forming between my thighs made them slick even through my clothes.

I added my second hand as I dragged them lower, feeling the hard abs beneath the thin layer of padding, then I snagged the hem of his shirt and pushed it up, slowly revealing his scaled skin. On the way up, the scales were rough as I stroked them the wrong way, but he didn’t seem to mind. I smoothed them back down again after I pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

‘You’re stunning,’ I breathed the words.

‘So are you,’ he said, his own tone low and breathy with want.

I flicked one of his nipples again to see if I could make him gasp the way he did before and smiled to myself when I succeeded. I hadn’t expected to experience so much pride over making someone else feel even an inkling of pleasure.

‘Pinch it,’ he commanded.

I didn’t want to hurt him, so I took the small nub between my fingertips and gently pressed.

‘Harder,’ he said, his voice so gravelly I swore I felt the vibrations all the way down to my core.

I obeyed, applying more and more pressure until he was writhing and moaning beneath me. I played with them for a while, eager to see what other reactions I could coax from him. He didn’t disappoint.

When my arm accidentally bumped into his fully erect cock, his shaft pointing straight towards the ceiling, his groan was deep and needy. ‘Please. Touch me. Everywhere. I’m yours to do with as you please,’ he begged so sweetly.

‘Are you sure?’ I asked, keeping the knowledge that this couldn’t last beyond this from ruining the moment by pretending everything was different.

‘Yes.Please, Arty. Your touch feels so good.’

I toyed with the idea of stopping before things went too far, but they already had. So I fingered the waist of his pants, teasinghim with the promise of removing them. He didn’t want to wait, however, and shucked them off before I could tell him not to.

‘That was supposed to bemyjob,’ I complained, but my mouth watered at the sight before me. He spread his legs so I had easier access, his cock bobbing with his movements. It was long, thick, and veiny, and purple with the blood flow blending with the blue of his skin tone. His tentacles were still curled around the base but twitched when my breath ghosted over them, ready to unfurl when I wanted to play with them, too.

But I focused on the head, first. It was a deep plum colour and shaped much like a blunt arrow. The curve at the top glistened with precum, and I wondered what it tasted like. I realised I could find out if I wanted to. I made eye contact with him and held it as I lowered my mouth to the tip, poked my tongue out and licked up the drop that had emerged.

Bromm groaned long and low. The taste exploded on my tongue, salty and musky and not at all what I had expected, and I liked it better that way. It was a flavour I had never experienced before, and I wanted more of it.

His groan was louder the next time I licked him, flattening my tongue to gather more of his taste. I had to pull away to shush him. ‘Keep quiet. If you make too much noise you’ll wake the others and I’ll have to stop.’

He pulled his lips into his mouth, but it wasn’t enough when I bent over him again, this time sucking his tip into my mouth to try and pull more of that delicious liquid out of him. He bit down on his knuckles, but a sound still escaped.

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