Sneak Preview Chapter 3: Under Where?
#8 of Jayne
Trying to get back into the swing of writing again. So heres the sneak preview of the third and looong overdue chapter of Nate and Jayne. Tell me what y'all think!
A long groan escaped him as he stepped under the spray, hot water soaking his fur. Head dipped down, Jayne rubbed at his neck, working the water to the skin. Another heavy breath slipped from him as he straightened up. Reaching for the shampoo, he began to lather his fur, hands working over his lean athletic form. All the while he couldn't help but think of the kangaroo he'd met.... And fucked. It had only been once but... it had been unlike any other that he'd ever experienced. Turning to face the wall, he pressed a hand against the still cool tile as the soap slick fingers of his free hand strayed towards his groin.
It felt wrong thinking about Nate like this... but if it was so wrong, why did it seem so right? Eyes scrunched shut, he could almost smell the roo as his fingers spread the soft lips of his sex, stroking along the outer edges, just as the slim prehensile dick had traced him. Biting his lip, a sharp inhale shook him as his finger slipped in deeper, digging at his sensitive depths. His finger may have been thicker than the roo cock, but the skill, the dexterity, the way Nate had writhed within him... His legs quivered as he humped his own finger. It felt too good to stop.... Fist curling against the tile, he began to move faster and faster, plunging first one... then two... then three fingers knuckle deep into his snatch, moaning softly as he envisioned riding the roo, grasping Nate's slim hips between his thighs and holding him close, rolling the balls of the roo's inverted sac beneath his palm.
A soft low bleat echoed throughout the bathroom, his hips pinning his palm against the wall as he creamed into his own hand, the slick feminine fluids washing rapidly away down the drain in the flow of water. Panting softly, Jayne cracked his eyes open, looking down at his palm and the viscous evidence of his shame. Rinsing the femcum away, he refocused back into the flow of water, washing the suds from his tawny grey hide and with it his guilt. It wasn't all bad was it? To want someone that badly? Surely not....