Page 68 of I'm Not Your Pet

I’d always just thought he liked to take a long shower.

Fuuuuck, the idea of him in here touching himself while I was twenty feet away was enough to make my head spin. I knewI meant something to him or I wouldn’t be here. But the fact that he was showing me something this vulnerable was humbling.

He was important here.

A captain.

He had a purpose and a life. People depended on him. Beyond that, Roark had to be the most uptight guy this side of the galaxy. I don’t think he’d ever opened up for anyone the way he was for me right now.

Roark was a saint, he truly was. A saint with two massive needy cocks, and pillowy balls that begged to be sucked. I had never been as glad as I was right then that I hadn’t been born with no mouth—like some of the species I’d danced for on F’ukYuu.

I was going to put my mouth to good use, godddammit. Maybe not today—because fucktoy, hello—but sometime in the future. I was gonna smash my face in all that pink skin and rub my lips all over it.

Roark moved.

I inhaled sharply, watching enraptured as he twisted his body, widened his stance, and pressed the tip of one of the flushed tentacles into the hole of the fucktoy in the wall. A quiet groan left his lips as he flexed forward, fucking in an inch or so before pulling out and feeding the other dick in alongside the first.

There was a slick squelching noise I was sure came from his natural lubricant, and I squeezed the base of my own dick so I wouldn’t come right then and there as I watched him snap his hips hard into the toy, his big ass flexing.

The thump of his pelvis meeting the toy made me weak-kneed.

It was such a filthy sound.

Seriously fucking filthy.

Made my nipples tingle, and my hole clench tight—like I was imagining my ass in place of that toy—and Roark’s hips were pumping so deep inside me I saw stars. I wasn’t sure how he would fit, if I was being honest. It didn’t seem possible. But I wanted it to be.

I wanted to be stretched so wide my ass couldn’t close after.

I wanted to be sore and limping.

I wanted to feel that big, grunting body on top of mine.

Wanted to give Roark all my firsts.

Roark was abeast. He pumped in and out of the toy at an almost brutal pace as I watched, shivering and wishing we’d thought to turn the shower on. The only thing that would make this better was if he was glistening and wet.

God.

I was jealous of that damn thing.

I wanted that to be me.

Too soon, Roark pulled back, his cocks still hard and writhing as they dripped slick all over the floor. His nostrils flared as he turned to me, long sharp tongue flickering out—like he could taste my arousal.

“Huu-goh,” he demanded, “come.”

I very nearly came right then and there—before I realized he had no idea that word had a double meaning.

There was no arguing withthatvoice.

That was his Captain voice. The one I’d heard on occasion, but was never directed at me.

I snapped to attention, swiftly crossing the distance between us as my dickacheeeed. Roark grabbed my shoulder and hip, gentle but firm, and arranged my body in front of his like we’d been at the sink.

When the fucktoy was too high for what he wanted, he made a frustrated sound. Before I could speak, I was being hoisted into the air by a thousand tiny tendrils. They spread my legs wideenough that my hole spasmed. I gasped, muscles straining as Roark rumbled against the back of my neck.

This position was obscene, and wrong—and lord. Fuck. So fuckinghot.

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