by Sophie Stern
In the past, I’ve always held myself back. I’ve been a warrior woman on a quest. I’ve worked for years and I’ve so rarely allowed myself to feel any sort of pleasure that even when it comes to this, allowing myself to just let go of myself and enjoy is its own treat.
Now I’m finally allowed to just feel. I’m not worried about seeking revenge and I’m not worried about fighting anyone. There are no enemies here. There are no bad guys. Acacius is no monster, and I have a feeling he’ll protect me from any that show up.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” he murmurs, and he starts tugging at my shirt.
“Wait,” I whisper, stopping him.
The striptease.
I was going to do a striptease.
He pulls away and looks confused for a moment.
“Jason isn’t here,” he says. “He’s at my mother’s for the day. We’re completely alone, love.”
“It’s not that,” I say. “I just...go sit down.” I point to his sofa. The big, blue piece of furniture looks bouncy and comfortable and soft, and he smiles, looking a little confused, but he goes over and sits down.
Then he waits patiently.
I pull out my musical device. It’s a tiny blue pod: no more than an inch in diameter. I set it down and press a button, and one of the songs I programmed onto it starts to play.
“What’s this?” He asks.
“Mood music.”
“And what are you setting the mood for, pretty girl?”
“For this.”
I move in front of him and start to move my hips. Instantly, I’ve got his attention. More importantly, I’ve got all of his attention.
“You are so fucking pretty,” he murmurs, watching me.
I slide my hands over my body and to the hem of my shirt. I tease it, toying with it, watching him. I love the way his eyes are watching my hands move. He can’t seem to look away, and that’s kind of the hottest part of all. He’s palming his cock, rubbing it over his pants, and I know he wants more.
He can’t wait for more.
I slowly tease my shirt off, tossing it to the side. Now I’m standing before him in just my pants. This is his first time seeing my breasts. I didn’t wear a bra or corset today, and he gasps when he sees me.
He starts to move toward me, but I shake my finger at him.
“Just sit back,” I tell him, walking over. I straddle him on the couch so that my breasts are in his face, and he instantly starts sucking and kissing on them.
Okay, maybe I’m cutting my own striptease a little short, but a lap dance is the perfect alternative. Besides, we both need this. I definitely do, and I feel like he certainly does.
I grind against him as he teases one of my nipples into his mouth, biting it. He groans, and my pussy gets even slicker with need and desire.
Yeah, that’s exactly what I want, what I need.
This is perfect.
Wonderful.
I move my hips over his own, feeling him against my body. I’ve never felt quite as sultry as I do in this moment.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he murmurs.
“You aren’t so bad yourself.”
“I love the way you taste,” he whispers.
I like the way he tastes, too. I’ve never kissed a human before him. There’s something erotic about it. I can see why my sister is so drawn to her mate. An Earth man is...well, he’s indescribable. Acacius is quite delightful in the way he looks at me. He’s eager to please and he’s a little bit wild. He’s happy to be touching me, and that makes me feel even more excited as I touch him right back.
“You’re wearing entirely too much clothing, darling,” he murmurs against my lips, and I push away from him and get back on my feet.
A smile jerks across his face.
“I wasn’t insulting you,” he tells me.
“I’m in charge,” I say, but more to myself than to him.
“Of course,” he agrees diplomatically. I’m not sure if he’s only saying that because he wants me to suck his cock or if he actually agrees, but I nod.
“And I want to finish dancing for you.”
He leans back comfortably.
“Please,” he gestures for me to take the floor, and I do. I start listening to the music again and I give myself a couple of beats to get into the groove. Then I start moving. I start listening to the sounds of the song and I just...move.
It’s everything I need it to be. This entire moment is just...magical. It’s really the best Christmas gift I could have gotten. I’m still not entirely sure what life on Chaos is going to be like for me. I haven’t been back very long and so far, everything seems strange and unreachable and scary, but this thing between me and Acacius makes me happy.
He makes me feel sexy and wonderful, and those are things I haven’t felt in such a very long time.
“Stop,” he says, and he moves to me. He puts his hands on my hips and tugs me close to himself. I can feel his hardness pressed against me. “What was that thought?” He asks.
“Nothing.”
How could he tell?
“Please,” he whispers. “You were thinking about something, and it wasn’t your dance.”
“I...”
Well, I totally ruined the moment, didn’t I?
Acacius isn’t my therapist. He’s not the kind of guy who needs to have a bunch of troubles dumped on him. He doesn’t need any of that, and to be honest, I don’t want to give him any of that.
The only thing that I want right now is to be locked in his arms while we’re fucking on his couch.
That’s what I want.
But...
Maybe it’s time for me to get out of my comfort zone.
Acacius has a kid. He’s lived a little. He’s not some sweet young guy I picked up at a bar or on one of the many communication units apps for meeting people. Nope. He’s something else entirely. He’s strong and he’s got his shit together. He’s a dad now, so he sort of has to.
“My parents died,” I tell him, blurting out the truth.
He pauses, and for a second I think he’s going to say that he’s sorry, but to my relief, he doesn’t.
“That’s terrible. How long ago?”
“A long time, but I only just recently got closure about it,” I tell him honestly. “And when I was dancing, I was just thinking that it’s so nice being around you because I don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
He kisses me softly.
“No, darling, you don’t.”
“And I was thinking that it’s nice you’re so gentle with me. You don’t really have any ridiculous expectations of me.”
“No, not at all.”
“And I was thinking that it’s quite wonderful the way you’re touching me,” I whisper.
“Like this?”
He slides his hand over my crotch and rubs me there, putting pressure between my legs in the most delightful way.
“Yes.”
“Does that feel nice, pretty girl?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want more?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to take your pants off?”
“Yes.”
The word comes out choked. Why is it so hard for me to ask him for this? I wanted to be in charge. Really, I did. Now, though...Now I kind of just want him to take over. I want him to lead the way. I want him to show me what’s happening next because there’s still a part of me that feels so scared and overwhelmed.
He drops to his knees in front of me. He’s tall, for an Earth man, and he plants a kiss on my tummy before moving down lower. He rubs his face against the front of my pants, kissing me there, and then he reaches for the edges of my pants. On Chaos, I wear clothing that is very different from what I wore on Hawk or even what I wore as a child. My clothing is soft and tight. It clings to every curve, but it also allows me to move very quickly and easily. When I lived on Hawk, my clothing was always chosen for a careful purpose: to protect me, or to entice.
I suppose that in some ways, my clothing on Chaos really is the same.
My tight clothes cling to me, offering me protection against the world. People look at me and think I’m power hungry or bitchy, but the reality is that I just want the same thing everyone else wants.
Acacius leans forward and grabs the band of my pants with his teeth and tugs down. I should be embarrassed at this gesture of intimacy, I think, but I’m not. I’m not embarrassed at all. In fact, I quite love the way he’s teasing my pants down, tugging them away, and showing me just what I’ve been missing.
He pulls until they’re pooled around my feet, and then he kisses up my ankle, my calf, and finally, my thigh. When he reaches my panty-covered pussy, he pauses, looking at me. For a second, I’m worried her won’t like the way I look. I mean, my body is similar to an Earth girl’s, but I have less hair and I’m more sensitive. The nerves in my skin are one of the things that give me my power. I can feel so much through just the slightest touch that sometimes, even the smallest sensations are overwhelming.
I can see that’s going to be the case here.
I have a thin thong on that’s so tiny it probably shouldn’t even be considered underwear. In actuality, it isn’t.
“Are these edible?” He asks, looking up at me.
“Yes,” I whisper, wondering what I thought when I put them on.
Well, I know what I thought.
I thought they’d look good, and I was thinking that I wanted to make a wonderful impression when it came to pleasing him.
And, if I’m honest with myself, which isn’t always the easiest thing to be, I was thinking that I wanted him to lick me.
All of me.
And I wanted him to taste the panties.
He chuckles.
“I’ve never seen anything like these,” he murmurs, and I think suddenly that maybe he’s not very sexually experienced. They’re all the rage on Hawk. Everyone wears these. They’re naughty and delightful. Even I’ve tasted them before. Then again, maybe these just aren’t common on Chaos.
“They’re good,” I whisper.
“Are you trying to convince me to lick you here?” He whispers, stroking a finger over the panties. He looks up at me and smiles. “Because if you’re trying to get me to lick you here, princess, then all you had to do was ask.”
“Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I want you to lick between my legs.”
“And?”
“And I want to come on your face, Acacius.”
I’m not afraid to say it. Somehow, I feel bold when I’m with him. It doesn’t really make a lot of sense. Maybe I shouldn’t feel quite so insanely passionate when I’m around him, but I do, and that’s okay.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. Acacius seems just as into this as I am, and he instantly leans forward and starts licking my edible panties. The substance turns to heat as he licks, lighting my body on fire. My entire pussy feels like nerve endings are exploding as he licks me, teasing me.
He looks up at me and smirks.
“You taste amazing.”
“You’re only just getting started,” I whisper.
I can’t wait to taste him next.
“I want to feel you come for me, pretty girl.”
He strokes the panties. They’re edible, but they’re basically just a thin strip of candy. He leans forward and licks them again. By this point, they’re almost completely dissolved on my skin and on his tongue, but my heart feels like it’s going to explode.
“More,” I murmur, as he swirls his tongue around my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, teasing me, and then he licks me all over again and again.
I spread my legs and then finally, I hook one over his shoulder so he can touch me more deeply, and oh, he does. He licks me in ways I didn’t even know a girl could be licked, and then he hits me in the perfect spot, and I come apart.
The orgasm hits me like a train, and I cry out. Shit. I don’t know if his pod is soundproof, but if it’s not, his neighbors are getting quite a show as I moan through the pleasure he’s inflicting on me.
Somehow, the orgasm seems to last forever, and when it’s over, I find myself wrapped in his arms.
Chapter 6
Acacius
I LIFT HER UP AND CARRY her to the kitchen. There I set her on the table that floats in the center of the room. She grips the edge and looks up at me.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“Drink this,” I hand her a bottle of water that’s enhanced with minerals and herbs to help her heal.
“What is it?”
“You look like you’re feeling dizzy,” I murmur, and I stroke her hair as she sips the drink.
“Thank you. That hit me hard,” she says.
“I could tell,” I smile. While I’m not happy she’s feeling faint, it gives me quite a bit of pleasure to know that she came so hard. Seeing a beautiful woman having an incredible orgasm is probably the sexiest vision on the planet.
“Did you like the panties?” She whispers.
“I liked you,” I laugh. “And the panties were an added bonus.” They were flavored, and they melted on my tongue. They also melted into her skin, giving her an enhanced experience. The flavor and the texture worked together to light up all of her nerve endings. I barely had to touch her and she was coming apart for me.
It was hot as hell and twice as wonderful.
“You’ve never tried them before,” she says, but she’s not accusing me and she’s not asking me. She seems to be more curious than anything else.
“Nope.”
“Why not?” She asks. “Have you had many sexual partners?”
I laugh out loud at the question because it catches me so off-guard. Scarlett doesn’t seem like the kind of woman who gets easily jealous. In fact, she doesn’t seem bothered or upset at all with the question. Again, she just seems like she’s wondering what my past is like.
“I’ve had a few,” I tell her honestly. “My work keeps me busy, though, and I don’t date very often. Now that I have Jason, I spend most of my time taking care of him.”
“Work? What kind of job do you have?”
Ah, so she really is curious. Scarlett is a mixture of beauty and wonder. She seems so very confident in herself and the world, but as she leans back on the counter, totally naked and unembarrassed, she also seems very comfortable asking questions about me.
I like that.
Many people, when you first meet them, are very keen to tell you all about themselves. I think it’s rare to find someone who asks questions right back.
“I’m a teacher.”
“That’s a strange job for an Earthling.”
“Well, I didn’t grow up on Earth,” I tell her honestly. “So it shouldn’t really be considered a strange job.”
“What do you teach?”
I blush.
“Earth history.”
She laughs out loud.
“Really? I want to take your class. What’s your favorite historical period to teach?”
“You really want to know?”
“Yes.”
“I like teaching about early space exploration before humans began venturing out to other planets.”
“That’s really interesting,” she says. “I never studied Earth history. I don’t know anything about it.”
“Really?” I cock my head. “It’s required in all Chaotic schools. Why didn’t you study Earth history?”
“I didn’t go to school on Chaos.”
“Where did you go to school?”
She shrugs, and I realize there’s something about her past she doesn’t want to talk about.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” I tell her gently.
“I just don’t want to overwhelm you with my dark and sordid past,” she says dramatically. Could it really be that bad?
“Try me.”
“My parents were researchers and explorers. They used to travel a lot.”
“That mus
t have made for an interesting childhood.”
“You have no idea,” she rolls her eyes. “I can’t tell you how many planets and cities I’d been to by the time I was 10.” She shakes her head. “Hawk was the last place I ever went, though. My mom and dad were killed, and I was separated from my sister.”
Ouch.
Okay, that is a pretty dark and stormy past.
“But you’ve been reunited with her?”
“Only recently,” she tells me. “I stayed on Hawk for a long time. Coming back to Chaos has been...well, Acacius, it’s been both wonderful and horrible.”
“Tell me about it.”
I’m not a therapist, nor do I pretend to be, but something about sweet Scarlett has me all tied up in knots. Is it terrible that I love just how comfortable she is sprawled out naked on my kitchen table? I rub her legs, touching her thighs as she looks at me, deciding how much she wants to reveal about herself.
It’s an important decision.
Knowing how much to share with a new friend or a new lover can be difficult. She’s smart to take her time answering, rather than over-sharing and then regretting it later.
“Sometimes I feel like a real outcast, Acacius.”
Suddenly, my heart hurts.
Scarlett?
Beautiful, lovely Scarlett feels out of place?
“You’re incredible, Scarlett. Most people couldn’t do what you’ve done: coming back to their home planet after so long away.”
“Maybe,” she says. “But I still feel...I don’t really know how to describe it.”
“It’s like being late to a dinner party you were invited to after it started,” I say.
“Or like going to a wedding where you only know the bride,” she adds. “You shouldn’t feel out of place, and you shouldn’t feel awkward, but you do, and sometimes it seems like everyone understands the customs except for you.”
“And since you’re Chaotic by birth, most people probably don’t take the time to explain things to you.”
“Exactly,” she shakes her head. “I spent time with Mirroeans in bars, and I danced with Orchidians at parties, and I learned how to cook Hawkian food like it was second nature, but this...”
Her voice trails off and she bites her lip.
“Sometimes it seems like everyone has their lives perfectly in order, but I don’t.”