Page 13 of Unwrapping Chase

“Yes. I do not allow Tam’s playmates to sleep in our bed, even if we both fuck them.”

Chase glanced at me, biting his lip. “Are you going to fuck me?”

A growl started in the base of my gut and rippled up my throat, but I forced it down, along with the urge to throw this human on the bed and fuck him senseless, then bathe and feed him treats. He was calling to all of my instincts, and it was frustrating me to no end.

“I’m not sure.” I flicked a hand at the bedroom. “Put your suitcase down and strip. I need to prepare you for Tam’s return.”

“I followed the instructions,” he said, pulling off his gloves. My eyes roved over the bare skin, unable to look away. Oblivious, he continued, “I’m all clean and ready.”

I nodded brusquely, finding my words were quite inaccessible as Chase slowly unbuttoned his flannel and pulled off the plain white shirt underneath.

He was exactly as I’d imagined. His chest was flat with a little bit of hair, and his stomach pushed out with softness. His arms and shoulders were bony. When his fingers went to his pants, I licked my lips. Chase flicked open the button on his pants before bending down to untie his boots and toeing them off. Soon, he was sliding his pants down over his round ass and thick thighs.

Chase glanced at me, standing in his white socks and gray undershorts.

“All of it,” I ordered.

He jumped into action, and a pleased rumble rolled in my chest. Chase was certainly obedient. As he should be.

Socks went first to reveal his long toes and wide feet. Feet that I definitely had an interest in exploring, as they were so different from my tentacles.

Then Chase finally slipped his undershorts off, exposing his half-hard cock. He was bare, utterly naked for me, and I liked it. I wouldn’t be opposed to seeing him like this for the rest of our days.

The longer I stared at him, the more his cock firmed up, until it was jutting out from his body. Chase wasn’t the first human I’d seen naked or that Tam had wanted to fuck. His cock was reasonably large for his species and uncut, which I far preferred. It had just the slightest bend, and it was nice and girthy.

It would fit perfectly inside Tam.

I looked at his bright red face and ordered, “Upstairs.”

“Yes, sir,” he replied, eyes lowered, and I grinned.

When Chase arrived at my and Tam’s bedroom, I directed him to lie on the bed, which he did without question. My gaze ran over his body stretched on the white and red duvet. His hard cock leaked, and his chest heaved. The dots across his skin were lovely and so enticing.

Running my fingers over the ones on his lower legs, I asked, “What are these spots?”

“Freckles.”

I hummed. They were a work of fine artwork, stars shining in the night sky, and perfection decorating his skin. I rarely found something as lovely or entrancing.

My fingers continued down to Chase’s feet. He moaned as I dug my fingers into the arch of one. I smirked and continued tomassage his feet and played with his long toes. There was a bit of hair on his toes, and I found that fascinating.

“Do you like your feet played with?” I hadn’t thought to ask, and he hadn’t said.

“I never thought about it.”

I wiggled his toes, then nipped at the largest. Chase cried out, back arching and cock bucking. That was a fairly affirmative response.

“Level?”

“What?” he asked, panting.

“One means that you are fine and wish to continue. Two means slow down, and we will discuss it. Three means stop now,” I explained. “So level?”

“One,” he breathed, his dark blue eyes meeting my gaze. “I like it.”

That was good, because I quite liked his feet. They were so different and soft. I lifted one to my nostrils and inhaled. A clean yet musky fragrance flooded me, and I groaned, biting his heel. Chase moaned, bright red. I nibbled and bit his foot, careful not to break his delicate skin, then sucked on his toes.

Chase panted, hips bucking.