Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
He knew he was right when Ksar’s grip on his wrists tightened, Ksar’s breath hitching.
But Ksar turned his head aside, away from Seyn’s lips, and gave a mean chuckle. “You don’t even know what you’re talking about. You’re just a little boy trying to play an adult game.”
Narrowing his eyes, Seyn straightened to his full height. “You think I can’t do anything the whores who sucked your cock could?”
Ksar looked at him with an expression Seyn couldn’t quite place. “Stop using such vulgar language,” he said with something like irritation, but not quite. “It won’t make you seem like a grown-up.”
Seyn clenched his fists, the urge to punch the bastard nearly irresistible. He opened his mouth to retort, but then he thought better of it. He could totally prove to that asshole that he could do it—that he could do it far better than any filthy whore of Ksar’s acquaintance.
Seyn dropped to his knees.
“Get up,” Ksar said, his unimpressed gaze on the opposite wall.
“Why aren’t you looking at me?” Seyn said. “Afraid you’ll like seeing me on my knees too much?”
This time Ksar did look down at him. “Full of ourselves, aren’t we?”
Seyn looked pointedly at the bulge under the Terran pants Ksar was still wearing and raised his eyebrows.
To his disappointment, Ksar didn’t seem ashamed or embarrassed. Despite the undeniable sign of his arousal, he didn’t look fazed at all.
“Very well,” Ksar said, something nasty and calculating about his expression. “You want to suck my cock? Go ahead.”
Seyn swallowed. He knew what Ksar was doing—he was calling his bluff and expected him to back off—but Ksar didn’t know him at all if he thought he could intimidate him.
He could totally do it.
How hard could it possibly be? Sure, the mere idea of putting Ksar’s penis into his mouth seemed pretty disgusting and unhygienic, but it wouldn’t kill him—and more importantly, Seyn would win. Seyn wasn’t sure what exactly he would win, but it didn’t matter. It would feel so good to prove the fucker wrong, to make Ksar lose—to make him lose it. To own him.
Seyn looked into Ksar’s silver eyes. They were as cold and inscrutable as ever. It was kind of funny that Seyn’s mothers thought it was lovely and romantic that Ksar’s eyes were the exact shade of Seyn’s hair, as if it was a sign of their epic destiny together. There was nothing lovely about Ksar’s calculating, cold eyes. Seyn kind of hated the color of his own hair because of them. He would have dyed his hair ages ago if he didn’t know that it would make his mothers upset.
His mothers would be more than just upset if they knew what he was about to do.
“Borg’gorn, lock the door,” Seyn said softly.
Ksar’s nostrils flared.
There was the sound of the door sliding shut.
Neither of them looked toward it.
Slowly, Seyn reached for Ksar’s fly. His hands didn’t shake. Still looking Ksar in the eye, he pulled the zipper down.
The feeling of velvety, warm skin against his hand was something of a shock—Ksar wasn’t wearing anything under his Terran pants—but Seyn didn’t flinch.
Ksar did. “Get up,” he said, his voice sounding nothing like his usual monotone. It was hoarse and tight, ringing with tension.
Seyn smiled at him, holding his gaze. “No,” he said firmly, pulling the warm, pulsing organ out of Ksar’s pants.
He finally looked at it.
Seyn knew what to expect, more or less. He knew what his own crotch looked like.
But the hot, hard length twitching in his hand felt and looked nothing like his own soft cock. It was so much bigger. So much harder. Hot and oddly pleasant to touch.
Seyn stared at it in fascination. Part of him couldn’t believe he had Ksar’s cock in his hand. It just seemed so…improper. Obscene. The top of Ksar’s cock was dark red, already glistening with a few drops of white fluid that would become lubricant if Ksar allowed it.
Seyn licked his lips. He was aware that males of their species could emit a lot of lubricating fluid to ease penetration, and it was…it was probably gross. He wasn’t exactly looking forward to swallowing all this stuff. The whole ordeal was disgusting enough.
“Don’t leak a lot,” he warned, and then immediately regretted it. Now Ksar would do it just to spite him.
“Get up,” Ksar repeated, his voice harsher, tighter.
Seyn looked up from Ksar’s cock to his face. He nearly flinched when he saw the murderous glint in Ksar’s eyes.
“Why?” Seyn said, giving the hard length in his hand a small stroke. “Afraid you’ll enjoy it too much?”
He got immense satisfaction out of the glare Ksar gave him.
“I’m afraid of no such thing.”
“Liar,” Seyn said softly. He leaned in and gave the tip of the cock a kittenish lick. Ksar’s breath hitched, and Seyn felt another rush of foreign pleasure. “I can feel it, you know. I’m a good empath. You like this. You like seeing me on my knees for you. And you like this…” Seyn licked Ksar’s cock from the base to the red tip, watching greedily for any sign of Ksar losing his composure. Ksar’s body stiffened like a string ready to snap, his eyes like molten silver, bright against the dark lashes, intent, hungry, heavy-lidded with base need. His face warming, Seyn circled his tongue around the slippery cock head before slowly taking it into his mouth, a little disappointed that the taste wasn’t bad.