And she puts a hand boldly between my legs and strokes her fingers over the aching bulge there.
Oh, I am in so much trouble with this eager female.
CHAPTER 76
HELEN
I am so excited at the prospect of kissing Matty’s cock. It never occurred to me that mouths could be used for such creative pleasuring, but now that I’ve had my turn, I’m eager to try it out on him. The more I learn about sex things, the more excited I am to experience all of them. Only with Mathiras, though. His touch excites me. His mouth is amazing. He makes me feel completely different than the uncomfortable, unhappy and confused way I felt when the pinchers touched me and squeezed my body parts.
With Mathiras, everything is good.
I love that so much—and I love him so much—that I’m excited at the prospect of making him come just as hard as he made me come. Maybe even harder. Oh, I like the thought of that.
I slither down his body, following the direction of the auto-fastener, and it stops just above his crotch. For the first time tonight, I notice just how big the bulge is down here and I make a pleased little hum in my throat. “This is so nice and big.”
“Exactly,” he says, voice slightly tight with tension. “You need to go around telling everyone about this instead of about when I’m soft.”
“But maybe I want to keep this to myself?” I slide my hand over the swell of his cock, letting my fingers outline him. This doesn’t look comfortable to walk around with stuffed into one’s pants at all, but maybe he’s used to it. He’s so thick and engorged that I can see the piercing pressing through the fabric, and on impulse, I lean in and lick at it through the fabric.
Mathiras groans, his hand going to my hair and stroking my now-messy ponytail. “Sweet Helen.”
He likes that? I want to beam at his approval. Instead, I mouth him through his clothing, pressing my tongue along his shaft. “I kissed your piercing once before, remember? And you exploded all over my face.”
“That was an accident,” he mutters thickly, one finger tracing the frill of my ear. “You surprised me and made me come too quickly.”
I drag my tongue over his clothing-covered cock, loving how naughty and sexy it makes me feel. “Can I make you come too quickly again?”
His eyes flutter closed and his hips twitch. “That’s definitely something I’m in danger of.”
Grinning to myself, I pull at his belt. It fell open when the auto-fastener passed, and I work on his clothing with my hands, trying to figure out how to get him out of them while I tongue his cock.
“Let me,” he says, sitting up and gently pushing me aside. He gets to his feet and kicks his boots off, then shucks the rest of his clothing. His cock practically springs out of his clothing once freed, and it reminds me of the time Jade and Alice and Ruth celebrated Christmas on the ship and I got to unwrap a present. This is way more exciting than a pair of socks cut down to my size, though.
Before he can get on the bed again, I move toward him. I get on my knees, reaching for him and he practically falls backward onto his bunk in surprise. I grip him with one hand and press kisses to the head of his cock as he sits on the edge of the bed, his trapped tail thrashing wildly between his legs. I grab the tip and trap it between my thighs, then lean forward and put my mouth on his cock again.
“Ah, kef,” Matty grits out, and his tail flutters upward, until it’s parked right against my still damp and heated folds. “You’re so keffing clever, Helen.”
I love how he always tells me things I want to hear when my mouth is on him. I wriggle with pleasure, and the sensation makes his tail rub against my folds. Ooh. I rock forward, until his tail is sandwiched between my folds, and when it moves, it drags against all the delicious spots.
Matty makes another choked sound, and then his hand goes to my hair again. “You’re such a good girl, aren’t you, sweetheart. Going to pleasure yourself again with my tail?”
I kiss the head of his cock, gazing up at him adoringly. “I want to pleasure you this time.”
“You can do both.” His voice is so thick and rich and dark as he runs his fingers along my cheek. “I’d like it if you rode my tail while you tongue my cock.”
Ooo, that sounds good then. Eagerly, I lean forward as I press another kiss to his wet cockhead. He’s hot and thick in my grasp, and I lick my lips, tasting him. It’s that strange, musky taste, but I don’t dislike it. I like it because it makes me think of him and moments like these. And when his tail presses up against me again, I whimper and rock against it, my mouth frantic as it moves all over the ridges on his shaft. I even kiss the tip of his spur but he doesn’t seem to be losing control like he did before. “What parts of you feel good?” I ask. “You don’t have bumps like I do.”