Page 114 of I'm Not Your Pet

Flushed, pink, and wet.

Drier than mine, but no less eager.

I licked my lips, retreating back to where he’d pushed me against the couch.

“You know the word no,” Huu-goh murmured, sliding into the space between my thighs again as his tiny hands cupped my face. “I promise I’ll use it if I don’t like something, even when we can’t fully communicate.” There was a depth of emotion in his eyes I had no idea how to fathom. “I was scared at first too—but I’m not anymore.” I got the feeling he wasn’t just talking about getting fucked. “You make me feel brave. You make me feel…” The music stopped, shifting to something sweeter as Huu-goh let his weight rest across my lap and his hand burned brands against my cheeks. “You make me feel like I can do and have anything I want. And what I want…is for you totouchme. I wanteverythingwith you. Especially after tonight.” His expressive brown eyes were full of emotion as his lips tipped into a sincere smile. “When you’re ready too of course.”

I kissed him instead of answering, pouring all of my love and adoration—all my promises—into that single gesture. My tongue slid inside his mouth, tangling with his own, carving out a place for myself inside his body.

When I laid him on the bed he was a writhing, jittery mess. He sucked sweet, nipping little kisses along my neck, tiny nails scratching down my chest as I pulled my shirt free and off my shoulders. The slight sting was welcome as I shoved the rest of my clothing off as hastily as I could. Relief only came when I was bare and the only thing between Huu-goh and my cocks were the silky strips of lace he still wore.

With one hand I traced across his delicate ankles, sliding upward till my fingers bumped the strip of unadorned fleshat the top of his stockings. “You are beautiful,” I promised him, guarding him from the world—from the light above—from anything bad that had ever happened to him as I gently sunk my teeth into the flesh, careful not to break it.

Huu-goh shuddered as he spread his legs. It was obvious from this angle just how much his cock had been leaking.

“You are perfect,” I told him, leaning over to slide my tongue down his neck, his sternum, across his nipples, and into his belly button. When I reached his dick, he howled. Invigorated, I slipped the tip of my tongue inside his leaking slit. When I’d chased all the salt that gathered there, I dove down, sliding beneath the silk of his panties.

He was muskier beneath them, sweaty and sweet.

Farther back I crept, as Huu-goh grabbed onto my head fin, babbling encouragement. His thighs clamped around my neck and my tongue snuck deeper and deeper into his crease.

Till I found what I wanted.

His hole.

It twitched beneath my tongue, a curious sensation as I rubbed against it. He tasted thicker here, headier. It was wonderful, and I chided myself for not trying this sooner. The more I rubbed his sweet little ass the softer it became. Like playing with it was enough to convince it to let me in further.

“Fuck,” Huu-goh mewled, shoving back against my face. It was anaughtyword, and though I had also said it, it surprised me to hear it on his sweet little tongue. Was he always saying such filthy things when we were in bed? The thought made my cocks harder than ever. “Oh, fuck.Roark?—”

When the tip of my tongue pushed inside his furled entrance he howled again, hips stuttering, his tiny thighs pinching me tight like he was trying to squeeze me out. He wasn’t strong enough to force me off, even if he wanted to. And the moment he realized that his moans only got throatier.

Huu-goh liked being pinned.

He liked that I was bigger than him.

He liked feeling powerless.

He liked the choice being taken away.

Probably because it meant he didn’t have to think, or worry, or stress at all. He’d spent so much of his life stressing. He’d had to be strong at all times or he’d break. But here, in our bed, I was the strong one. I was the one holding him together. He could trust this pleasure because I was the one giving it.

He had my full, undivided attention.

The deeper I pressed, the louder Huu-goh became. By the time I had a quarter of my tongue inside the hot clutch of his body, he was a sobbing mess. Compliments, insults, and exaltations left his tongue. He scratched at my fin, a steady litany of “yes, yes, yes” scattered between his other babbled nonsense.

When he spilled he did so silently.

He jerked, and jerked, andjerkeda third time, all the while squeezing around me, his hips gyrating as he rode my tongue like it was a cock itself.

The scrap of silk slid back into place between his cheeks the moment I pulled out of his hole. Huu-goh’s reedy whine was the only other response he gave me as his thighs fell back, no longer pinching me in place. I licked my lips to savor the flavor of him, before crawling up his body to see his face better.

Pleased, I admired the charming pinch of his brow, his bitten red lips, the sweat that beaded at his temple, and the lovely brown spots scattered across the bridge of his nose.

When Huu-goh’s eyes opened my hearts lurched.

“Did you like it?” I asked, just to be sure.

“Fuck yes,” Huu-goh sighed, sated and soft, his fingers fumbling down my chest and toward my pelvis like he was trying to reach my cocks.

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