Page 4 of Tempt

‘I mean sex toys. I know the Vyastil,’ I use the most common sign for them, ‘aren’t big into anything but…’ My fingers still, then I think, fuck it. He’s at a Deaf expo for some reason. He gets full blunt. ‘…blow jobs and cum. But my brother has a shop, so he could probably make you something.’

His lips stretch into something like a smile, and he lets the moment settle between us for a beat before he answers. ‘I am not here for sex toys.’

I bob my head and frantically struggle to find something else to say to keep him here a little longer. For some reason, I am desperate to keep him from walking away.

‘You want condoms? Free lube?’

More fang appears, and he inclines his head. ‘Our Vyastil cocks produce our own lube, and I doubt your condoms would fit what I have.’

My mouth waters at the thought, and my hole clenches around nothing. God, how big are they? ‘I see. Cookie?’ I gesture to the dick cookies, and he stares at them.

‘What flavor?’

‘Vanilla and orange.’

He bites his lip, then his long fingers curl around the package, and he picks one up. I watch with some fascination as he unwraps it, takes a sniff, then bites the head clean off.

My own dick twitches. It should freak me out, but watching his full lips and throat move as he chews and swallows is…a lot. In a hot, heavy kind of horny way.

His forked tongue darts out to clear up crumbs from the corner.

‘You like?’ I ask, and his eyes meet mine. I see that tongue dart out again, licking up a crumb.

‘I don’t like most human food,’ he tells me as he sets the rest of the cookie down on the table. ‘But that was good.’

My heart’s racing. ‘What flavor would you enjoy?’

His lips spread in a smile that’s both hot and playful. ‘I don’t know. Maybe cum.’

The way those fingers sign that makes my cock perk up, and I shift so he can’t see it.

‘But I will keep this and eat the rest later,’ he adds.

‘Glad you like,’ I reply, my hands shaking.

‘I wouldn’t mind sampling your flavor though,’ he signs, and it takes me a second to make sure I’m interpreting that in my brain correctly.

My mouth sputters, and I find myself opening and closing my lips like a fish. Eissa’s eyes twinkle, and then he swallows, straightening his shoulders and glancing off into the distance.

‘I must go, but thank you. I am sure you will find many customers. Your products are…interesting.’

I don’t want many customers, I want him. Mostly to patronize my dick. Or my ass with his self-lubricating cock. But I don’t get a chance to say that because he starts walking off and I’m left to just stand here, watching him go.

Fuck. I lost my chance. The first Vyastil that I have ever been interested in, and I’m watching him walk away.

I curse at myself as something twinges in the back of my mind, but once more I brush it off, trying to focus.

The taco truck is quickly forgotten when a few more customers approach. Most of them are from the West Coast—one is interested in Dante’s prototypes, and one is interested in the cookies. I give them all the commercial information we have, and then set up a meeting for the sex toy guy tomorrow.

‘I’m opening a shop in San Francisco,’ he tells me as he gathers my card. ‘I really like what I’ve seen here. I would love to offer a large section of adaptive products.’

I start to smile, but then my gaze catches on bright blue hair across the room. It’s not Eissa, but it is one of the Vyastil that was with him earlier.

‘Yes, shoot me a text tomorrow, and we can discuss the contracts,’ I tell the guy hurriedly.

He glances behind him and looks at the Vyastil, then back at me. ‘You do business with them?’

I bristle at the expression on his face. ‘I will do business with anyone who has the money.’