Page 65 of Ronan

“Oh, I’mpositiveyou’d deny me plenty.”

A quiet laugh leaves me as I nod. “Yeah, you’re probably right, but not when your hands are so close to my cock.”

“So that’s the trick to getting what I want, huh?” He grins as I shrug, not denying it.

His smile fades, and he hesitates, continuing the maddening drag along the edge of my shorts. His fingers swipe back and forth, inching further until they dip under the fabric of my shorts. My dick twitches with every swipe, and I’m positive he’s playing a game with me as he watches.

As he rakes through my pubic hair, a choked groan climbs from my throat as my erection throbs, a wet spot forming on my shorts. He pauses, staring, before brushing against the root of my cock, and I mutter a curse as that damp spot spreads.

“What is that?” he asks, cheeks flushed an adorable pink.

“When an Anunian is aroused, we create our own lubricant,” I explain as he touches the damp material, biting back a moan as another warm rush pulses from me. “Last time, you didn’t realize it because we were in the shower, but you had me dripping.”

“Fuck,” he mutters, his cock that had been at half-mast thickening in his boxers. “Why is that so fucking hot? Can you control it?”

“Usually, but that night I was… out of control.” What I don’t say out loud was I came so hard I saw stars just from sliding my cock between his cheeks, imagining his pretty virgin hole stretching to take me.

“What does it feel like when it happens?”

“Hmm,” I grunt as he teases me again, eyes wide in fascination as I leak through the fabric. “Not nearly as intense as an orgasm, but a similar sensation. Muscles squeezing deep inside me.”

“Does it taste good?”

A bullet of pleasure rips through my body as another heavy throb soaks my clothes, my cock straining against them. I clench my jaw, my core pulsing at the thought of his mouth on me. “You’re trying to kill me,” I grit through my teeth.

He laughs, face glowing in a beautiful peony pink flush, while his pupils are dilated with unrestrained need. His breath comes in a series of ragged inhales and shaky exhales. Lip caught between his teeth, he fiddles with my shorts, and I know he’s too shy to ask for what he wants.

“Cam?” I stare at his mouth as that lip pops free, shiny and swollen. “Whatever you want to do to me, do it.” His flush deepens, and it’s so endearing that for a second, I refuse to even blink because I don’t want to miss it. “Look as much as you’d like, and, for the love of the gods, please feel free to touch. You won’t hear a single complaint from me… in fact, I might reduce myself to begging if you don’t do it soon.”

A quiet laugh puffs from his nose as he gives me a flush-ridden, lop-sided smile. “What if I have a thousand questions?”

“So, what, a typical Tuesday?” I run my fingers through his hair as he leans into my touch like a cat. “Then I’ll form a thousand answers.”

With one last glance in my direction, as if he expects me to change my mind, he tugs at my shorts and I lift my hips to help. Naked under his inspection, I lie here, eyes glued to his face as that pink tongue darts between his lips again.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” he mutters, reaching for me but hesitating, letting his hand fall on my thigh. “How will it fit?” Another adorable flush flames on his cheeks as he ducks his head.

Slickness coats my cock from his teasing, and I reach down to run my fingertips through it. Clear, sticky strands web between my thumb and finger as I pull them apart, and he’s fascinated as he watches. “This helps, because it gets you nice and slippery, and it also acts as a natural aphrodisiac. It heightens everything you feel and takes away some of the discomfort you might experience at first.”

He stares at my fingers as he processes this information. “Your jizz is an aphrodisiac?”

“This isn’t myjizz, as you so eloquently put it,” I say, trying to hide my amusement, “but the answer to that would also be yes. Everything about my anatomy is designed to bring you pleasure.”

“Why?”

I blink at him, not expecting the question. “Well, in nature it would be so you’d want to carry my young.”

Wide eyes whip to mine as he goes still. “You can’t… dothat, though? With me? Right?”

I bite my lip, but a laugh breaks free at the panicked expression on his face. “No, Cam, your body isn’t designed to bear children, so nothing in my biology would change that.” Relief is a potent thing as he glances back at my eager erection, but then his eyes flare even wider.

“Canyouget pregnant?!”

“No,” I say with a chuckle. “In my race, only the females produce offspring. But…” I grab his hand and wait for him to look at me again. “Can I show you something?” He nods, and I watch his expression as I guide our hands towards my cock, giving him ample time to stop me, but there’s no resistance. I wrap his fingers around my length, my eyes closing and an involuntary, needy noise slipping from my throat at the friction. “With penetrative sex, I can use just this part and it’s still incredible… but if you feel lower…” I move us to the swell at the base of my shaft.

Fingers flexing, he moves his hand as he explores, and I groan at the sensation. “That’s huge,” he mutters, running his palm around and squeezing gently as my head falls back and my hips jut forward.

“Very sensitive,” I murmur, but he doesn’t stop even as another rush leaks from my slit, coating my cock and making his hand slipperier as he plays.

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