Chapter 44: The taste of raspberries.
Everything stilled after Sloan’s request to see the huge mouth pole that the alien kept trying to hide. Octnavin’s eyes speared his with a look of weariness, and in his mind, he tossed up shields. The alien paused, and then hesitantly, he opened his mouth barely an inch. Sloan got the hint that this was an embarrassment. In Octnavin’s world, the tongue was an extremely sensitive, very private part of their bodies. They didn’t show it to anyone. Ever.
“You want me to suck it?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to drink?”
“Yes.”
“Then get it out.”
Octnavin paused and bristled at the command. His pretty green eyes slanted into a glare.
“You can take me home.” Sloan shrugged and then started to rise off the alien’s lap. Octnavin slipped out of his body and off his cock. Right as Sloan would have gotten up, Octnavin’s tentacles grabbed his knees, stopping Sloan from moving.
“Fine,” Octnavin grumbled and pulled Sloan back into his lap.