Chapter 42: Let's finish this.

In the shower, Sloan rubbed his cock until the skin looked raw. Nothing happened. His orgasm rose and then fizzled. Swearing, he got out of the water and glared down at his package. Could balls turn blue for real? He’d tried everything to reach a climax. He’d slipped fingers up his ass. He’d jerked his dick for hours. He’d picked every porn he could think of to play in his head.

Nothing.

Octnavin only sighed in his head. The alien echoed his frustration, and Sloan understood Octnavin’s aggravation. At this point, neither one of them was laughing.

Pissed off, Sloan marched out of the bathroom and yanked on his torn-in-half favorite band shirt. After he was clothed, he walked to the table and slapped his palm on the surface. He ate the fruit and salad that appeared. Because of how long he’d been here, Sloan wasn’t even amused with the alien eating table anymore.