His Human (The New Neighbors #2) - M.A. Innes Page 0,11

sucked in a breath, probably imagining the same thing I was. “I’ll…I mean…I’ll let you finish your meal.” He had to swallow several times before he could continue. “Let me know if there is anything I can do for you…I mean, get you.”

As he escaped, Maverick went back to stroking my dick with those nubs. “You smell delicious, little human.”

It was almost like something the Big Bad Wolf would have said if his intentions toward Red Riding Hood had been very different.

“Thank you.” I let out a quiet groan as he slowed his touch to a more mind-functioning level. “I’m glad you understand what I’m feeling.”

He gave my dick a gentle squeeze and, with another tentacle, started caressing my ankle again. Who the fuck knew that was an erogenous zone?

“Not everything and not the nuances of your emotions, but your bodies seem to be designed to advertise very specific emotions.”

Dude, we were made to advertise how horny we were.

We were such a fascinating species.

Thinking was getting difficult, but I tried. “Probably some kind of natural selection.”

Ha, somewhat functional.

“You are a very interesting species.” His touch had me fighting the urge to close my eyes and just sink back against the seat. “I am very glad we are compatible in so many ways.”

Me fucking too.

Nodding, I licked my lips. “So am I.”

Because I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

“Human dating and relationship rituals are very interesting as well. You have many forms of association. I have enjoyed learning about…casual hookups and your more serious monogamous dating customs.” His voice was relaxed, but the possessive way he was gripping me and the way he was still playing with my dick said he wanted to distract me.

Gathering up the words that wanted to float away, I took a deep breath. “We like…customs. What do you think about dating and hookups?”

There had to be a point to his comment, but I couldn’t connect the dots.

“There are a wide variety of preferences in your dating rituals. What is your preference, little human?” Translating that took longer than it should have, but in my defense, he was doing something to the head of my dick that was super distracting.

Oh, did I like dating or hookups?

With some guys that would have been designed to weed out the dates who were looking for real relationships, but I knew that wasn’t the case with Maverick. Everything I’d learned about George and his people said they liked long-term ownership, not short-term rentals.

“Dating. I like serious and I want a Dom to take control of things like sex.” Might as well get it all laid out. “I’m not afraid of belonging to someone.”

Maverick made a low hum that sounded like pure wicked pleasure. “As a species, we enjoy your domination relationships, little human.”

Thank fuck.

“I know.” He was still making the rippling motions over my dick, but it was slow enough now that I could think. “My friend’s Dom explained a lot of stuff about your world.”

I still had a fuck-ton of questions, but nothing I was worried about.

“We are a very controlling species, little human.” He started petting my dick like it was his own personal toy. “I am not sure I would do well with a casual relationship.”

I had a feeling that was an understatement.

“As long as we get along and it feels right, I like serious. I don’t need casual or dating around.” There just wasn’t time for trust to build up with hookups, so that made everything harder.

“I am glad to hear that, little human.” The pleasure in his voice sent a shiver through me. “I would like to explore one of your domination-based relationships.”

“Me too.” Oh yeah. “So far, I like you.”

There was just something about him.

My reward for my honesty, or maybe for telling him what he wanted to hear, was for him to grip my dick more firmly and to start pulsing around it. It was a different sensation than being stroked. It was almost like he had me gripped in a tight fist and was squeezing around me.

All around me.

I’d never met a guy whose hand was big enough to touch so many places at once, and it just said how hot everything else was going to be with Maverick.

When another tentacle grabbed my free leg and eased them apart, I had to fight to breathe. I knew no one could see us without us hearing them first, but it hit just the right note for my dirty, exhibitionist heart.

“You enjoy being restrained.”