Page 113 of The Fake Divination Offense
He slowly rounds the bed to stand next to me.
But he doesn’t climb on my lap. He fiddles with an item behind his back; I’d been so distracted by his panties that I didn’t realize he brought something else out with him.
I arch an eyebrow at his hesitation, at whatever he’s hiding from me.
“You said—” He licks his lips. “You said to show you how I did it before you, right?”
“Yeah. Is that okay?”
“Of course. I want to, I—”
“Bel.”
His eyes fly to mine. “Just—can you—can you talk to me?”
I actually feel my eyes darken. Feel the descending of something heady and greedy, and I reach out to trickle my fingertips down his thigh. His shiver looks like it anchors him.
“You need me to tell you how good you’re doing for me?” I start, gauging his reaction. He shivers again, but no, something on his face isn’t quite—hm. “Or you need me to tell you to get on this bed. Get on this bed and show me what belongs to me.”
There he is.
His eyes go hazy and his breathing accelerates, a clenched spasm of his lungs. Without another word, he climbs over me, past me, and kneels on the other side of the bed with his ass facing me, those panties contrasting against his pale skin.
The view alone is enough to have me adjusting my dick in my too-tight pants. I give up and take myself out, stroking slowly as he widens his legs.
“Beautiful, sweetheart,” I say. “Gods, look at you. Spread your knees a bit more—that’s it. You gonna get that hole opened up for me? Get it nice and loose. Take care of what’s mine.”
“Mm,” Bel moans. “I—”
His head flies up and he breaks out of the fog enough to look over his shoulder, a touch accusatory.
“No condom,” he tells me. “Right? We said we’d talk about it after last time but we didn’t, but I still don’t want to use one because you’re the only person I’ve been with and I trust you when you said you’re okay, and I—”
“Bel.” I give myself a long stroke, and his gaze drops to my dick, to the sheen of moisture at the angry red tip. “No condom.”
He exhales harshly. “Yeah?”
“Want me to come in you? You want to feel me dripping out of you the rest of the night?”
A shattering whimper rattles in his throat and he drops back onto his elbows, ass popping even higher. “Yes. Oh my gods. That.Yes.”
His tail whips through the air and loops toward his head, where he messes with whatever he brought out of the closet.
I stroke myself faster—too fast, have to breathe through my nose.
Bel wiggles on the bed, and his tail arcs back around.
Clutching a thick black dildo covered in lube.
For the second time in the span of a few minutes, he makes my jaw drop.
He lines the tip of the silicone cock up with his hole and gradually, steadily begins to fuck himself open with it.
While holding it with his tail.
“Holy shit,” rips out of me, and I pinch the base of my dick to thwart the rapid swell of effervescence that tries to consume me.
I told him to put on a show for me.
