10. Thrax

10

THRAX

T hrax couldn't believe his luck. How many times had he fantasized about this? About spreading Andi's thighs and tasting her hot little pussy?

But you can't really taste her, he reminded himself. You're only supposed to pretend. You can't violate her trust by actually licking her—you don't want to take what she doesn't want to give.

Very well, he wouldn't taste her then. But he would mark her with his scent—another thing he'd always wanted to do.

Ducking his head between her spread thighs, he stopped for a moment to admire the soft little mound of Andi's pussy. She had a cluster of neatly trimmed curls and below that, a soft vertical slit between her plump outer lips.

Thrax wanted badly to spread her with his thumbs—to open those soft lips and reveal her slippery inner folds. But he knew that area was off limits. So instead, he pressed his face between her legs and rubbed his rough cheeks against her tender inner thighs.

Andi stiffened at first and he was afraid she was going to try and push him away. But she couldn't do that—everyone at the table was still watching them. He pressed harder, rubbing his cheek and mouth against her pussy and breathing in her sweet, feminine scent as he did so. Gods, she smelled so fucking good! His cock was rock-hard and dripping precum under the damn kilt, he wanted her so badly!

At last, Andi seemed to relax. She even reached under the table and grabbed his horns…which immediately triggered a memory.

"That's right, my beautiful boy—I'll put you exactly where I need you to be. You just follow my lead and keep licking…just like I trained you…"

Thrax pushed the mental image aside and concentrated on the task at hand. He had to make it look like he was tasting his partner and he had to do it right. All eyes were still on them.

Wrapping his arms around Andi's thighs, he split her wide and dragged her to the very edge of the chair. He heard her gasp and her hands tightened reflexively on his horns but Thrax paid no attention.

Have to make it look real, he told himself. Have to make it look right.

He rubbed his cheek and mouth over her curls again and then started licking.

Of course, he wasn't trying to taste inside her, but when he'd spread her thighs so wide, her puffy outer lips parted for him and suddenly the ripe button of her clit was exposed.

Thrax dragged his tongue over her inner thighs and outer lips…and then her pussy slit. He felt Andi stiffen and heard her gasp as he tasted her juices for the first time. Her hands tightened on his horns again and for a moment it seemed she was trying to push him away…until she abruptly dragged him back again.

"Thrax!" she moaned, bucking against him. "Oh my God, Thrax!"

Hearing her call his name seemed to flip a switch inside him. Thrax licked her again, this time on purpose. He slipped his tongue into her soft little slit and lapped as though his life depended on it. He dragged the flat of his tongue over the tender little bump of her clit and then did it again and again and again.

Gods, she tasted so fucking good! He never wanted to stop.