Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
I gasp, my cheeks hot at her words. “You don’t know that it’s pretty!”
“Oh, fluffit. I’ve seen a lot of pussy and they’re always pretty. I find it hard to believe that yours isn’t.” She gives me a wink. “Shall I unwrap you for Jamef?”
I moan at the thought, because even in this, all three of us are involved. Jamef kisses the side of my neck again, his hand warm on my stomach. He trails his lips up to my ear, and I can feel his cock stiffening behind my backside. I want to ask if Jamef is interested in me, truly, but I know that’s my self-doubt speaking up. No one’s asked him to nuzzle my ear and he’s doing so, sending shivers through my body. His tongue traces my earlobe and my entire body prickles with arousal.
“Are we playing, fluffit?” Bethiah’s voice is soft. “I can smell your arousal.”
Nodding, I reach backward and slide a hand to Jamef’s neck, touching him. There’s a bit of metal back here, his short hair brushing against it, and I wonder just how much of him is cybernetic, and if it feels different. If it feels good when I touch him.
“Good girl,” Bethiah soothes, and those two words send another jolt of pleasure through my body. She tugs on the drawstring at my waist and then pulls my pants down, past my ankles, and discards them nearby. My legs are exposed, and I’m very, very aware that I have no panties on. There’s nothing concealing me except the tunic with its long hem that almost reaches my knees, and the belt I have around my waist.
As if she can read my mind, Bethiah unhooks my belt, her gaze locked on mine. She tosses it aside and then fingers the edge of my tunic. “I think this has to go. What do you think, Jamef?”
“I think yes.” His teeth score my earlobe, and I whimper.
Oh god. In all of my fantasies about this working out between us, I didn’t imagine me being the center of attention. It’s overwhelming and vulnerable and…I love it.
I’m never using that safe word. Not in a million years.
Forty-Four
JAMEF
Dora’s slight form feels delicate against my chest. It’s an unusual feeling. I’ve never had a female to touch that felt so…breakable. I’m more used to women like Bethiah, who want to bite and strike as much as they want to caress. Mesakkah females are fierce, but Dora is too…just in a different way. She’s given Bethiah a run for her credits when it comes to stubbornness. I rub my mouth against her soft neck, unable to help myself. Her skin begs to be touched, her scent delicate and perfuming the air around us.
So do I want her naked while she squirms in my lap? Absolutely.
I nip at Dora’s ear. “You’ll speak up if things become too much for you?”
She moans, her hand covering the one I have on her stomach, and wriggles against my cock. Her movements are getting me hard again, even though it feels much too soon.
“It’s not too much,” Bethiah declares. “Dora’s brave.”
Pushy female. It’s rare to see Bethiah so invested in someone else’s pleasure. She mostly likes to antagonize. Even so, I want to hear it from Dora’s lips. “She can speak for herself.”
“I don’t see her doing it.”
Dora makes a frustrated sound. “Do the two of you ever stop bickering?”
“No,” I say at the same time Bethiah does.
Bethiah barks a laugh, grinning at me and then at Dora. “That’s why you’re needed, fluffit. You smooth down our rough edges. And my, do we have a lot of rough edges.”
“Speak for yourself,” I murmur, and then stroke my hand down Dora’s arm. “You, too.”
“I want to keep going,” Dora tells us. Her voice is shy, but she leans forward, helping Bethiah pull her tunic off. “Just…if I look too different, don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”
“Oh, fluffit. You’re perfect,” Bethiah says, and her voice is soft with approval. “You think they clone ugly mugs like Jamef? They pick only the most appealing sorts.” She tosses Dora’s tunic aside. “And before you chastise me, I can say he has an ugly mug, because I just had his cock in my mouth. Clearly I like the way he looks.”
A little giggle escapes Dora, and the sound makes me twitch with pleasure.
Bethiah smiles at her and then puts a hand on the human’s shoulder, pushing her back against me again. “Lean against him and let him explore your body. I’m right here if you get nervous.”
Dora moans…but I notice she reaches for Bethiah’s hand and holds it anyhow. So perhaps she’s not as brave as she likes to pretend. I want her to be a willing participant, though. “Just checking to make sure you remember your word,” I murmur against her ear. “What is it again?”