Page 113 of I'm Not Your Pet

I hadn’t even realized I’d lifted one of my hands till he said something.

I dropped it just as quickly, my mouth dry as I watched his fingers abuse the poor pebbled nipple before moving on to the other one. They were puffy by the time he released them. My cocks were aching, just like he’d wanted.

“Fuck,” the word left without my permission, low and gruff.

Huu-goh shivered. “Yeah, sweetheart. That’s exactly what we’re going to do,” he agreed, both hands framing his flat chest, before sliding up his neck. It was a nice throat, long and slender, as delicate as it was strong. I loved the way it felt under my tongue when I twisted snug around it—and I could feel every breath he took.

My hands flexed in an effort to hold still as Huu-goh continued to gyrate on my lap. My cocks strained toward him, fighting each other to break through my slacks, though the fabric had no give.

“I love when your eyes go black like that,” Huu-goh sighed, the praise going straight to my hearts. My claws bit intomy palms—a reminder to hold still. Roll, roll, grind. “It’s so goddamn sexy, you have no idea.”

“You’re killing me,” I gasped out, twisting to look over his shoulder so I could see his tiny ass flex. He was so small, a simple shift was all I needed to see either view.

“I hope not,” Huu-goh giggled and the sound was breathy and dripping with sex. “Are you looking at my ass?” Huu-goh’s voice turned incredulous.

“Yes.” I didn’t think my voice had ever been lower.

“Bad Roark.” Huu-goh placed a single finger between my heaving pecs and pushed. I went back willingly, back pressed to the couch, my tongue lolling to see if I could taste the scent of sex in the air. “Fuck, I love that too.” Huu-goh’s voice grew darker, needier, as he continued to wiggle to the beat, back and forth across my thighs, his plump ass brushing me just enough to drive me crazy.

I grunted in question.

“That—” Huu-goh pointed at me, at my flared nostrils, my heaving chest, then my tongue. “You’re this big, serious pink softie—always—” Big, seriouswhatnow? “And you look like you want toeatme.”

“Not eat,” I groaned, shaking my head, though the idea was tempting. “Taste? Yes.”

“And that voice,” Huu-goh continued, on a roll now that he’d found his confidence. “Even when I can’t understand you I know what you’re saying. All growly. Low. Like you’re so turned on even your vocal cords can’t help but show it.”

He hadn’t been joking when he’d said he’d tease me.

“Please.”

Huu-goh grinned, this wide, bright, feral thing. It lit me up from the inside out. Made me taste the stars all over again. “Stay still.”

And then he slid off my lap and turned around.

“Oh fuck.”

Huu-goh bent over, the curve of his ass wrapped in lace as his pretty pink hole flashed beneath the strap of the underwear, and those sweet balls hung between his spread thighs. His hands trailed up his legs, toying with the hem of his socks, snapping the little belts holding the big belt in place.

“Fuck,” I repeated, leaning forward to get a better look. Huu-goh slid his hands up to his ass, framed it, and pulled his cheeks wide. At the same time, a clever thumb tucked under the little strap that ran between them, tugging it to the side so that I had a full unobstructed view of his hole.

I’d known he had one.

I’d seen glimpses of it often, but never like this. Never with the light on, with him just holding himself open for me. With him offering himself for perusal. Like a delicacy.

I wanted to eat his little ass till he screamed.

“You haven’t fucked me here yet,” Huu-goh said, his tone conversational. All thoughts of waiting for our ceremony on Osheania to train his ass immediately flew out of my head. I wanted inside him. Right the fuck now. Especially when he started swiveling his hips again, releasing his cheeks so I couldn’t see that sweet little hole anymore.

“Nhhgh,” I grunted, because he was right.

“Is it because you’re scared?” Huu-goh’s ass was doing this shaking thing that had me actively drooling on the floor, pushing close enough I could taste his sweat in the air—could feel the breeze his movements caused. “I don’t want you to be scared.”

“Don’t want to hurt you,” I managed, though it was difficult.

Just a taste. Just a little taste. Just a bit.

“Then don’t.” Huu-goh spun around before I could stick my tongue where I wanted to. His own chest was heaving, sweat glistening across his peachy skin. The tip of that sweet, deliciousdick was now poking out of the panties, too hard to be contained, and it was aimed right at me.

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