“What was that about?” Jimmy asks, walking around to my side of the table.
He stops right in front of me and I look up. He’s very tall. Much taller than I am. So my head has to tilt quite a bit as I gaze into his bright violet eyes. His expression is one of sexual mischief and I suddenly feel very out of my league.
“Ummm…” I say. “She wanted to give us some time alone.”
“Did she?” Jimmy says, glancing at the doors, then back at me. His hand comes up to my face and his fingers thread into my hair, just like they did before he kissed me earlier. “That was nice of her,” he whispers.
I nod my head, unable to speak. His spell is back in full force now and my body floods with something that might be… relief.
We are soulmates. I think this is what that feels like. And I want this alone time with him. I want him to kiss me again.
No, I want him to do more than kiss me.
“Delphi,” he says.
“Yes?” I whisper back.
“I think you should come to me this time.”
I nod my head, my hands automatically reaching for his arms. My fingertips wrap around the muscles of his biceps as I rise up on my tiptoes, desperate to kiss him again.
I’m not even close though. There’s way too much space between us. So I take a step forward, pressing my breasts into his chest.
This time he meets me halfway. Leaning down just enough so our lips brush against each other. And again, I’m struck by how slow and careful we’re able to be with each other.
I always thought this soulmate bond would make me crazy with desire. That some hidden lust would be unleashed and desperation would take over.
I start to worry again. That he’s not mine, and I’m not his, and all this is just some regular one-night-stand kind of sex.
But then he opens his mouth, and I open mine, and our tongues begin to twist together. He tastes like chocolate-covered tushberries.
My hands drop onto his chest. His t-shirt is too tight because I bought it for my brother, who is a Cygnian boy, and Jimmy of Harem Station is a fully mature Akeelian man.
My fingertips explore every curve of muscle. Every hill and valley as I caress him. Then I blush furiously, light blinking erratically in the dim atmospheric evening light of the room.
He kisses me harder. His soft mouth suddenly hard. One hand slips out of my hair and his fingers find mine, guiding my flattened palm down his stomach until the tips of my fingers land on the button of his pants.
I flip it open without hesitation. Without any thoughts of what comes next, or consequences, or doubt.
I want this.
I want him.
I want it all, and I want it now.
And then I have it. His long, hard cock in my hand. I stroke him and squeeze him and he moans, still holding on to my hand. Helping me now. Helping me fist his fat shaft and pump it up and down.
That drives me crazy. But then his other hand grips my hair tight. Fisting it until he’s pulling on my scalp and I’m the one who moans now.
He releases my hand inside his pants but I continue to stroke him. Tugging on his cock until I feel something else growing down below.
His second cock.
Holy fucking sun.
Cygnian boys do not have two cocks, so sex with Jimmy will be a totally new adventure.
He says, “That’s for you, ya know. Only for you. No other woman has ever made both my cocks come out without coming once first. This is the last signal we needed, Delphi. You are mine.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – JIMMY
She is mine.
Those words flow through my head on repeat as I reach for her breast and squeeze. She is mine. She will always be mine. We are destiny wrapped up in fate. We are two halves of a whole.
I have no idea where these thoughts are coming from. I’m really not a romantic. It’s got to be instinct. It’s got to be true love, otherwise why would all these sappy feelings and ideas be coursing through my body like a raging river?
And just the mere thought of losing her, of this being some kind of trick, or being fake, or just a stupid misunderstanding—it fills me with despair.
It has to be real.
She opens her fist inside my pants and slips her fingers around both my cocks.
Proof, I rationalize. That’s just proof. This is not normal. The second cock has a purpose and that purpose is only meant for breeding.
I growl with lust when she squeezes them both. Kissing her mouth as I push my fingers inside her waistband and slip them down between her legs. Massaging her pussy through her panties.