Page 97 of Bull Moon Rising
It’s a life I can’t have. Not with a holder’s daughter.
I should turn and leave, but I know I won’t. I know that even before she reaches for my cock, her hand eager and hesitant at the same time. She strokes the bulge of my shaft through my clothes, outlining it with her fingers. “I keep forgetting how big you are,” she whispers. “I know Taurians are large, but I forget just how large until I touch you, and then my mouth goes dry.”
Her hand slides lower, and she cups my heavy sac. She looks up at me, her gaze full of questions.
“What is it?” I stroke her cheek, fascinated by the arousal shining in them.
“This is a foolish question, but…I knew a lady who claimed she could take her husband’s balls into her mouth and suck on them both at once. Yet…” She frowns and gives my balls the barest of squeezes. “I don’t think it’s possible. Not when I see this.”
“Not all men are built the same.”
“And Taurians bigger than most?” Her eyes are wide, guileless behind her spectacles.
She’s killing me with her flattery. “We’re built to scale.”
“It’s an impressive scale.” She caresses my sac again, and it feels tight, full to bursting. “May I ask a favor?”
I stiffen, and in that moment, I realize I don’t trust her as much as I want to. It’s disappointing, because I don’t know what she’s going to ask for. “Mmm?”
“I wasn’t wearing my spectacles before when I looked at you. Can I get a second look—a better one this time?”
Oh.
I’m an arse, assuming the worst. “Of course. Just one request.”
“What’s that?”
“Can we get the cat out of the room? I don’t want him staring at me while I do filthy things to my wife.”
Aspeth giggles. “Squeaker is a ‘she’ and she won’t stare at anything, I promise. But yes, we can put her out of the room. I’ll set her a plate of chicken in the kitchen, how’s that?”
I nod, and she trails her hand down my chest as she heads out. Immediately, the fat orange cat waddles after her. I run a hand down my muzzle, trying to compose myself. My thoughts are jumping wildly, and all I know is that if she wants to fool around with my cock, I am absolutely going to let her. Part of me thinks I should leave her untouched, that she should be sent back to her father an innocent virgin.
But then I remember that’s not what she wants, and her father is a fuckwit.
If Aspeth wants to fondle my cock, better mine than some spoiled lordling’s. Better I educate her than someone who won’t give two shits about her feelings or whether she’s enjoying herself.
When she returns, she leans against the door, closing it behind her. Aspeth’s eyes are big and dark behind the lenses, and she looks worried. “What’s wrong?” I ask. “What now?”
“Do you think I’m ugly with them on? The spectacles?” There’s a wariness on her face that tells me she’s been insulted about them in the past.
“I think you are beautiful with or without them, but if you want to take them off so you can shove your nose up against my cock again, youare more than welcome.” I gesture at my groin. “I certainly don’t mind you taking a closer look.”
Her smile returns, and she moves toward me. Her hands go to my chest and she gazes up at my expression, hesitating, and I wonder if she wants to kiss me. But then she presses her face to my chest, her hand sliding back down to my cock, and I forget everything but that squeezing hand exploring my length.
“Can I get you naked?” she asks.
“Of course.” I strip my guild unform off, layer by layer, while she steps back and watches. My waist belt jingles, along with my weapons belt. Then it’s my jacket, my shirt, and pants.
“I guess a Taurian undressing is quicker than a human,” she points out in a nervous, breathless voice. “No boots or socks.”
“I’d look fucking stupid in socks.”
Her giggling takes on a manic edge, and she presses her face to my chest again. She’s nervous, I realize. I don’t think she’s ever taken the lead with a man—human or otherwise—before. I stroke her hair back from her face. She’s still in her guild uniform, still dressed in all the layers the guild demands for proper attire. “Now doesn’t have to be the time, Aspeth. We can do this later, when you’re more comfortable.”
She shakes her head, rubbing her nose against the thicker tuft of hair on my chest. Her fingers curl against my pectorals, and then she’s gliding her mouth over my chest, exploring the lightly furred slabs of muscle with her lips.
I clutch her shoulders, because I feel like I need to put my hands on her somewhere. Anywhere. But I don’t want to distract her, either. She wants to explore me, she gets to explore me. My cock throbs, freed from the confinements of my too-tight pants, and I suspect I’m going to start leaking pre-cum on the floor if this continues…and I don’t fucking care. I’ll leave a trail all over the floor of the entire dorm if it means Aspeth keeps touching me.