Stud by Cheryl Brooks Page A

might like—”
    His purr was loud and rough. “I would like that very much.” Withdrawing slowly, he crawled up to kneel beside her shoulder with his muscular thighs spread wide, offering her his glistening cock.
    She gave the glans a tentative lick, just as she would have done with an ice cream cone that needed to be whittled down in size. But as the clear fluid began to flow freely from the points of the ruffled corona, she lost all inhibitions and sucked it deeply into her mouth.
    There was a sharp tang to it at first, but she decided that that part must have come from her, because after a few moments, the flavor settled into something warm, seductive, explosively orgasmic but at the same time oddly familiar. Letting go of him, she exclaimed, “You—you taste like chocolate—well, not exactly , but it’s the same sort of effect, only a lot stronger.”
    “Good?” Still purring, he slid the blunt head across her cheek.
    “ Very good.” She was still fascinated by the control he had of it, the way he could move it without touching it at all.
    Circling her lips with the glans, he added, “My snard tastes even better—or so I’ve been told.”
    “Snard?”
    “That’s the Zetithian word for semen.”
    “Oh.” Somehow she hadn’t thought about tasting that part of him.
    “It’s sweet and creamy—a Terran lady once said it tasted like whipped cream.”
    Giggling, she traced a finger over his scrotum. “And what do these taste like? Nuts?”
    Tarq let out a soft chuckle. “I believe they do.”
    “Well, obviously I’m going to have to try all of you—just to form my own opinion, you understand.”
    Tarq nodded solemnly, but his grin was infectious. Again, without having to use his hand, he pointed his cock up toward his chest, allowing better access to his balls. “Help yourself, Lucy. I’m all yours.”
    His egg-shaped testicles were big and smooth beneath the rough-looking skin, and a light dusting of curly blond hair tickled her nose as Lucy leaned closer to lick him. With that first touch, something deep inside her pelvis curled into a knot and squeezed, sending moisture running down between her legs. She retained enough of her wits to note that he did taste sort of nutty, but even more amazing was the way his sac turned buttery soft beneath her tongue. The need to know what it would be like to hold his balls in her mouth overcame her and when she sucked one of them in, her whole body contracted, drawing her knees up to her chest. The feeling was indescribable, but the sound Tarq made—a groan mixed with a sigh and a purr—was like music to her ears. She was giving him pleasure, and it filled her with a sense of total fulfillment—even more so than the orgasms he elicited from her.
    The joy of giving—something she’d seldom experienced—held her in thrall, and she reached up, filling her hands with his heavy cock. Glittering like a diamond in the moonlight and almost as hard, it quivered in her grasp as Tarq thrust his hips forward, begging for more. It might not have been something Lucy had ever considered doing before, but Tarq obviously liked it—a lot.
    Lubrication might have been a problem with any other man, but Tarq was pouring it out faster than it could evaporate, and Lucy’s hands slid up and down his shaft in a smooth, effortless, erotic glide. Within moments, his breaths grew short while, unbelievably, his cock became even more engorged. She had just reached the apex of a stroke when Tarq sucked in a ragged breath as his head snapped back. He held it for a moment, then exhaled with a loud purr.
    When the first drops of semen landed on her face, Lucy let go of his scrotum and pulled his cock down, aiming the head toward her waiting tongue.
    The whipped cream analogy was close, but it didn’t adequately describe the sweetness, nor did it address the blissful warmth that settled in the small of her back before flowing outward to the periphery of her body. True, she’d never