Chapter 6

CHAPTER

SIX

JESSICA

Trench’s cock is beautiful.

I almost ask him if I can draw him. Like one of my French girls.

Shaking my head, I manage not to laugh at that nonsense. Men don’t usually enjoy hearing laughter when you’ve got their cock in your hands… even if the laughter has nothing to do with the beautiful piece of Sian man in mine.

My mouth waters, and I have to shove away that little voice telling me to kiss him.

He hasn’t given me permission to do that.

He probably shouldn’t.

I am supposed to be studying his physiology.

There are three thick tubes that twist around each other beneath his soft and pliant skin. The shadowy pattern on the rest of his body is present here too. They’re not scales, just texture.

But the ridges on the underside are like the keratinous plates beneath the skin, or maybe cartilage.

“These flare a little, right?” I ask, tracing one of them with my finger tip, and Trench manages a yes through clenched teeth.

I almost apologize, but he clarifies, “When we come.”

“Interesting.”

He takes a deep breath that moves his entire abdomen, and I take a moment to watch the way it shifts with that breath.

I stroke him, even though I’m not trying to make him come right now. A dark bead of cum bubbles at his tip regardless.

No testicles. Their semen is stored inside their bodies.

I trace the thick, twisted tubes back up to the tip and can’t help but think of a cupcake. I’d like to lick it clean .

I toy with the almost scalloped edge of his cock head and precum bubbles from the tip. Dark and shining.

“Do you think—” The words freeze in my mouth when I look up at him.

Head tipped back, jaw clenched… this man is in pain . And I put him there.

TRENCH

She freezes and when I look back down, she’s looking up at me, a little sheepish. “Do I need to apologize?”

“No. But we may need to take a break.”

Her lips twist, but she releases me and I close my eyes, bereft at the loss of her.

“Trench?” She waits until I look at her. “This morning, did you like eating me out?”

“Is that what it’s called in your language?”

She nods, a coy smile on her face like she thinks I was trying to change the subject.

“Yes.”

“I am going to need to take measurements and collect samples.” She sighs a little. “And you promised to be truthful with me, so I’m not going to lie to you… you make me horny as fuck.”

My cock throbs at that admission and I lift her up onto the island, stepping between her thighs.

“I don’t think I’ve felt like this since high school,” she says with a little laugh, taking her glasses off and scooting herself closer to the edge, closer to me. “Honestly, I can’t remember the last time I’ve wanted to dry hump someone.”

Her laughter is pained, so I press close, dragging her to me.

Her hips rock, and then she lets out a frustrated little sound. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes.” She can do anything to me.

She whispers, “Thank God.”

Stretching up, she wraps her hand around my neck and pulls me to her.

I can’t close my eyes, but hers flutter closed right before she kisses me.

Jessica’s lips are soft and sweet and I crave the memory they’ll eventually be.

Spearing my fingers through her hair, I tip her head so that I can have more of her.

I part her lips with my tongue.

I want to imprint every bit of her onto me.

The two thin layers of fabric that cover her don’t stop her heat from caressing my cock.

“I could come like this,” I tell her as the ridges on the underside of my cock flare with need. “If you’re not careful, both you and the counter are going to be covered in cum and you won’t have collected anything.”

“Data.” She pants as she stares at my cock, eyes wide. “I’ll have collected data.”

Groaning, she reaches for me, stroking me and dragging me against her all at once.

“It’s so soft,” she says, quietly to herself as her hand moves over me.

“And so hard.” She grinds those ridges against her clit.

“Jess,” I say her name, clenching my teeth.

She looks up at me, eyes hooded and she worries her lower lip between her teeth. “Do I need to stop?”

“If you don’t want me to make a mess.”

Her lips purse and her eyes narrow as she looks at the bare countertop beneath her. “I’m okay to clean up, if you are.”

I laugh and immediately inhale the same air when her fingers squeeze me a little tighter.

“I want you to come for me, Trench.” She looks up at me and leans close. This time, it’s my lip she bites. “I want you to come on me.”

She strokes me and my hips rock, thrusting into her hand the way my body wants to fill her pussy. I want that so badly, I could weep.

One hand on her hip, one hand in her hair, I kiss her. Violently fucking her hand and holding her to me, needing that release.

It hits me like a laser pulse, and I jerk against her as my cum stripes across her torso and the countertop behind.

Even when I think I’m done, more still oozes from the tip of me, dripping onto her stomach and the skin where her tank top has pulled up.

I almost tell her I’m sorry, but I promised her only truths.