ARIANA

I can tell my question startles him. It takes a lot to rattle Zolaya, I think, but he goes very still against me and just blinks. Those glowing, bright blue eyes blink. And blink again.

“My…spur?”

“Yes.” I’m starting to squirm uncomfortably, because I get the feeling I just asked something ultra private. I hope it’s not like a prostate. “Nora was going on and on about it and Marlene just giggled and well…I thought I should know what one is since we’re mated and everyone thinks we’re doing it…” And now I sound like a breathless teenager.

“I see. Do human men not have a spur?”

“If they do, I’m unaware of it. They also don’t have tails or horns, so I thought it was worth asking. I assume”—I clear my throat as delicately as possible—“that it’s somewhere underneath the loincloth since Nora raved about it and we both know how much Nora likes sex.”

Zolaya snorts, amused. “There is no mistaking that.”

“If you don’t want to talk about it—”

“No, we can discuss it. I am not afraid.” There’s amusement in his voice, and a hint of something else. Something smoky and sexy. “What do you wish to know?”

“Do you have one?”

“Every male has one.”

“Is it like…your balls?” I feel like such a child asking about his damn nuts.

“If you ask does it hang below my cock, no. It is above it. Would you like to see?”

My mouth goes dry. I’m glad it’s dark and shadowy in here so he can’t see just how much that question turns me on. Of course, my cootie gives me away. It flares up like it’s in a marching band, and the sound of my purring fills the room with a ferocious clamor. Dear lord. “Um, sure. If you want to show me.”

He gets to his feet and starts to strip, and I feel like I’m trapped in some weird sort of quasi-reality where my hunkier-than-Chippendales alien mate is stripping to show me his spur. I should tell him it isn’t necessary. That I can infer just where it’s at on his body and I don’t need to see proof.

But do I say that? Nope. I clasp my hands in my lap and try not to stare as he pulls the ties to his loincloth free and the entire thing drops to his ankles.

Zolaya naked is…really impressive. I’ve felt the bulge of him against my leg plenty of times as we’ve kissed, so I knew he was well-equipped, but seeing him naked is like seeing him for the first time. There’s nothing left to the imagination (and boy, do I have an imagination) and I’m stunned into silence at the sheer physicality of him. He’s gorgeous. It’s shadowy in here, but there’s just enough light to see by from our glowing eyes to outline his form. I know I’m supposed to be looking for a spur, but I can’t help but stare at the enormous length of him that’s fully erect and practically straining for my touch. His cock juts out from gorgeously muscular thighs, and the vee of his hips is enough to make an Olympic swimmer weep with envy. He’s hairless and smooth, and his tail lashes back and forth, the only sign that he’s aware of my staring.

Of course I’m staring, though. That’d be like taking a girl to the Grand Canyon and asking her not to stare at the…well, grandness. Because mercy me, there is a lot of grandness here.

I've never been a huge fan of penises. They're just, well, kind of funny looking. But this is the prettiest dick I've ever seen, and I can't stop staring. It's also the biggest, which is fascinating, but Zolaya's junk looks like it was sculpted from some girl's dirty fantasies. He's long and thick, enough to make me pause, but not so big that I'm fearing for my internal organs. He's also got those fascinating ridges all along his length like his tongue does, and his chest and arms. Even here, he's got plating of a sort and it makes me shiver because I can only imagine how that feels when he's thrusting. His sac is heavy and completely hairless, just like the rest of him, and even that somehow manages to look elegant and masculine instead of just wrinkly.

Dear lord, my cootie is either the most evil creature imaginable or the most thoughtful. I'm leaning toward the latter.

Oh, and there's his spur. I don't know what I was expecting—probably something horned and scary-seeming—but it looks kind of, well, cute. It's a bit like a thumb and I'm happy to say that it doesn't look sharp in the slightest. No wonder Nora likes it in her butt. Of course, just thinking about that makes me blush, and I glance up at Zolaya to see how he's taking my scrutiny.

His eyes are hooded and his breathing is slow and regular. Only his tail twitches in evidence of just how hard he's trying to be still. That, and the fact that the head of his cock is shiny with wetness.

I lift my hands, unable to resist. "Can I touch you?"

I hear his sharp exhale. "To explore me? Of course."

"Well, that and because I want to touch you," I tell him, smiling. "Going down on a guy is not just about him."

"Go…down?"

"Oh, that's a human term. A blow job. Taking a guy in your mouth," I say the last part with a breathless note in my voice, unable to resist the siren call of that perfect-looking dick. Even his length is just right, his shaft straight and not a hint of curve. I can see a vein along the underside that's just begging to be traced, but I hold back and wait, glancing up at him to see his reaction.

He's completely and utterly still.

"Um, Zolaya?"

"Take me in your mouth?" he asks after a moment. "My cock?"

"Well, I can do your balls, too, if that's more your thing, but cock's definitely more fun for me." I rub my hands on my leather leggings, just because now I'm twitchy at holding back from touching him.

"Humans do this?" He sounds so shocked.

I forgot that I'm dealing with a virgin. Maybe it's because he just stripped so very shamelessly in front of me that I'm having trouble pairing the two sides together. "Yes. It feels really good and it's fun."

"Humans are…very creative with their mouths."

I laugh. "Aren't we?" I slide my hand up his thigh. "Does that mean you don't want me to touch you? I won't, if it bothers you."

"I am…no, wait." He grabs my hand, as if I'm going to pull it away. "I do not want you to stop. I am just thinking. It is much to consider."

"Now it sounds like you're the one that's doing too much thinking," I tell him ruefully. "But I get it. I'm just throwing it out there—"

"You truly wish to do this?" His tail swishes so fast it could be motorized.

"Well, yeah. I mean, I wouldn't offer if I didn't. And I would assume it would be reciprocal at some point. Didn't you tell me that a guy loves his resonance mate's taste on his tongue? How is this so different?"

He makes a low sound in his throat. "Because it is you pleasuring me and not the other way around."

"I'm a big equal-opportunity gal when it comes to pleasure," I tell him, skating my fingers up his thigh. "So what do you think?"

"I think if you do this, I am going to put my head between your thighs until your entire body shivers. That is what I think." His voice is so, so thick with need that it sends prickles up and down my arms. I love how he's standing so still, but I can tell he's so close to losing his control. And I really, really want to see that.

And, okay, I'm going to let him do what he likes to me because why would a girl ever turn that down? From her sexy mate? I'd be crazy. "Me first," I tell him, breathless, and then carefully place my fingertips on his cock.

I don't do more than that, because I want to see how he reacts. His breath hisses between his teeth and his tail flicks rapidly, his hands clenching at his sides. Poor Zolaya, he looks as if he's in pain, he's trying so hard to be still.

"Is this okay?" I ask him.

"Yes. Do as you like."

I bite back my giggle at his businesslike tone. "Thank you. I appreciate that." I tilt my head and skate my fingers up and down his length, learning him with a touch. His skin feels scorchingly hot here, and the ridges that bump along my fingers feel softer than the ones on his chest, which is a good thing. I trace that vein that was calling my name earlier, and then drag my fingertip through the pre-cum on the head of his cock, making little circles in the wetness. His body twitches in response to my touch, but he continues to remain very, very still, as if his life depends on it.

That's so cute. It's quickly becoming my goal to break that intense concentration he has. I want to see him lose control. I want to hear him moan for me.