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Her tunic drops.
I immediately squeeze my eyes shut, panting. My cock is fully engorged, pressing against my trou insistently. I'm sweating, too, beads of moisture sliding down my face and into my collar. I need to get myself under control. Maybe if I have a few moments, I can calm my racing heart, and my cock will ease up. Maybe...
"You can look, you know." Ruthie's voice is full of amusement. She chuckles. "You're going to have to if you're going to pierce me."
Kef. My cock practically jumps in response to that throaty little laugh she gives. "I'll only look if you want me to. Your body belongs to you."
"Of course I want you to."
I suck in a deep breath and then open my eyes.
Ruthie standing topless before me is the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen. A low groan escapes me despite my best efforts to hold it back. She's all beautiful pale skin with a golden cast to it and smooth, delicate shoulders. Her skin is unmarked, her navel a tiny shadow. Her hand brushes over her collarbone even as her tunic pools at her waist.
And her breasts. Kef me, her breasts. They're perfect. Everything about her is perfect. She's got dark little nipples and these perfect gentle swells that look as if they'd be the most pleasant mouthful ever. There's a small mole to the left of one nipple that I want to stare at forever. My mental image updates with the reality of her breasts and I know I'm going to be jerking off in the shower very soon to that one tiny mole.
"You okay?" she asks sweetly.
I rub a hand over my mouth. "I don't know how to answer that. All of the blood in the upper half of my body is rushing south."
She chuckles again and takes a step toward me. "Am I what you imagined?"
"Better. Much better." My tongue is thick, my vision hazy. Kef me, I can't stop staring. Her nipples are just the most delicate, delightful little buds.
Ruthie's smile grows even more confident. She reaches to her breast and strokes her fingers over her nipple. "You think they need to be hard before we pierce them?"
Just that small motion is enough to make me lose control. I race past her to the lavatory, slamming on the “close” button. Before it's completely shut, I have my cock free from my trou and I'm desperately jerking it. One stroke and I'm coming, spraying down the sink in front of me as I picture Ruthie's nipples and the fingers teasing them.
Kef. Me.
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
RUTHIE
I bite my lip, listening to the groaning of Kazex as he frantically beats off in the bathroom.
Okay, maybe I'm coming on too strong.
God, it's so gratifying, though. To go from wondering if he even likes me as more than a sister to him losing control the moment I tweak my nipple. I wasn't trying to drive him insane, to be fair. It just sorta happened. I was feeling in control. Powerful. Sexy. It's not something I'm used to, but I have to admit, I loved it.
I thought he'd maybe touch my breast, confess his feelings for me. Something. Instead, he ran off to jerk it in private. So I'm partially gratified, but I'm also a little frustrated. He did say he wouldn't be unaffected. I just thought maybe he'd actually want to touch me.
Hm.
Still, I'm going to take this as an encouraging sign. That maybe he hasn't completely lost interest in me over someone like Gia. Maybe, just maybe he'll want to take things to the next level. The thought is both exhilarating and terrifying.
I pull my tunic back on and fasten it, then wait for Kaz to emerge from the lavatory. The water runs for a while, and I suspect he's cleaning up. Or avoiding me and hoping I'll leave. I sit on the edge of the bed, reclining backward and propped up on my elbows as I wait on him.
When he finally emerges, his hair is damp with sweat and his expression is sheepish. "I apologize, Ruthie."
"Because you had to go jerk off?"
"Because I thought I could handle that better than I did."
"Handle my breast, you mean?" I can't seem to stop flirting with him.
I love the slightly startled and wary look on his face, as if he's debating heading back into the bathroom for round two. "No. I just...I thought I would be able to contain myself better than that." He gestures weakly at the lavatory. "Most a'ani are kept on medications that prevent us from getting aroused. So when we get off of them..."
"It's a hair-trigger. I get it." My self-esteem is growing flatter by the moment. I sit up, resisting the urge to tug my newly re-fastened collar so high that it hides my face. "So it's not me. It's that any boobs would set you off."
