“What do I do?” He refused to admit to feeling nervous but eager at the same time.
“Kiss me back. Explore. You’ll get the hang of it.”
His eyebrows rose but then Alli closed her eyes and leaned heavily against him. Her lips were incredibly soft as they brushed over his. She had closed her eyes so he did the same. It intensified the feeling when she tilted her head slightly to seal their mouths together. Her tongue slid along the seam and he opened up to her, remembering the last time she’d initiated contact that way.
She tasted of chocolate, something he’d grown to love since he’d been introduced to it. Her tongue slid over his and caused his dick to harden more. He wanted to toss her on the bed, flip her over, and yank her ass into the air just to be inside her welcoming body but kissing was important to her. He began to see the draw as he licked her back, his excitement growing when he mimicked what he’d like to do to her by delving deeper to take what she offered.
His hands tore at her shirt. Material ripped but Alli didn’t pull away. He just wanted to feel her skin, all of it, every inch. He hated anything that barred him access to any part of her body. A snarl tore from him, muffled between their mouths, when one of his palms cupped her breast. It was soft and pliable, the nipple instantly pebbling when his fingertips brushed it.
Arms slid around his head and Alli wiggled on his lap. She broke the kiss he was enjoying. He was afraid she’d tell him to stop but instead of just getting off his lap, she lifted up and turned to plant her knees on each side of his hips when she straddled his lap. Her hands cupped his cheeks and she kissed him again. He didn’t need instructions anymore. He dominated her with his tongue, enjoying the taste of her and the way their panted breaths mingled.
Obsidian needed her. He released her breast to grip her waist. The thin pants she wore gave easily when he dug his fingertips under the band of them and pulled. Material tore to reveal skin. Alli stopped kissing him back and gasped but he didn’t stop. He couldn’t. He ripped the things more, shredding them enough to reach between her thighs.
She was as wet and welcoming as he imagined she’d be when his fingers traced the line of her sex. With her legs spread wide apart he had no difficulty sliding one finger inside the tight confines of her pussy. She threw her head back, breaking the connection of their mouths.
He saw the line of her neck exposed. Instinct and need struck him hard. His mouth homed in on the area just under her ear. She couldn’t see his fangs but she’d already felt them while they’d been kissing. It hadn’t frightened her and he hoped feeling them when he bit her lightly wouldn’t have an adverse effect.
Alli clawed at his back with her fingernails but it felt good. She didn’t draw blood or snarl in warning that she wanted him to stop. Her legs tensed and she moved her hips, grinding against his hand. The movement rubbed his dick against their bellies—his firm, hers soft and supple. His control threatened to snap.
The finger inside her drove in deeper to verify she was ready to take him. He withdrew it enough to coat the exterior of her opening before he pulled away completely from touching her with his hand and mouth. Alli groaned in protest as her head lowered until sexy eyes fixed on him.
“Don’t stop.”
Nothing could stop him now. She was his for the taking. He grabbed her hips, unable to even get out words. He was feeling too basic and raw with need. He just acted, his instincts overtaking all else. He lifted her and forced her hold on him to break when he spun her around. She didn’t weigh enough to make him strain. She landed on her stomach when he tossed her next to him on the bed. He slid to the floor, grabbed her and dragged her waist to the edge of the bed. One knee shoved between hers, parted them, and he looked down to grip his shaft.
Slow, he snarled at himself silently. It took every ounce of discipline when he lined up their bodies to fit instead of just driving his hips against her ass and make her take every inch of his dick. He wanted to be buried deep inside her.
She braced her hands on the bed, tossed her hair out of the way, and peered at him over her shoulder. He didn’t see fear. Confusion maybe, but she didn’t demand he release her.
He nudged the crown of his cock against her and closed his eyes when he met a little resistance. He lowered his hips a little and pushed again, his hand adjusting the angle just a tiny bit. She took him, accepted him, but it was a tight fit. He wanted to throw back his head and howl. She was so hot, so wet, and it felt so good. Nothing he’d ever experienced could compare to Alli.
A soft moan came from her and urged him to go deeper. It was killing him to resist pounding against her fast and furiously, the way he wanted. His eyes opened and he stared at the curve of her ass. It was perfect. He pinned her to the bed where he had her bent and rocked back and forth, giving her more of himself with each thrust.
She clawed at the pink bedding. She wasn’t on her hands and knees but he feared her arms would collapse when his passion grew out of control if he allowed her to brace on her own. It was just a matter of time before he lost it. Each drive of his cock into her shot raw ecstasy through his system, each near withdrawal the only break in the building release he knew would lock him inside her while his seed marked her with his spent passion.
Her vaginal muscles tightened, clenching as her broken moans grew in volume. Alli was wetter, hotter, and he lost his mind a second before his balls tightened to warn him he couldn’t hold out anymore. He threw back his head, clutched her hips and rode through pleasure so intense it threatened to make him roar out his satisfaction.
His cock swelled, jets of his cum shooting so hard it nearly hurt and he shivered as he slowed his movements, locking inside her until he feared he’d hurt his Alli. Her pussy squeezed him so tightly he collapsed over her, curling against her back, feeling as if he had once been solitary but now they were two bodies merged as one.
Awareness returned when his mind began to clear of the fervor-induced haze of sharing sex with Alli. His weight pinned her small body against the bed as both of them breathed harshly. He released her hips to lift up. She panted, said something he didn’t understand, and it alarmed him. Had he crushed her?
Her head turned and blue eyes held his. He knew in that moment that he’d left her behind. Her gaze was too sharp, frustration clear as she bit her lower lip. Anger gripped him—at himself. He reacted by backing up a few inches, careful to pull her with him so their hips remained pressed together. He knew better than to attempt to separate their bodies while he recovered.
One hand slid between the mattress edge to wiggle between it and her belly. His fingers located her clit, found it slick with her desire. He watched her eyes as he rubbed, saw her pupils dilate when he found the right spot, and homed in on it with a little pressure to ride it with his fingertip.
Her pussy squeezed him even tighter and he clenched his teeth to trap the groan inside his throat. He’d take the sweet torture of being oversensitive to make sure she was taken care of.
Alli had been so close to coming. The feel of Obsidian pinning her, his thick shaft slamming in and out of her, felt incredible. He didn’t just move his hips back and forth but spread his knees to brace against the carpet, switching the angles with every thrust. He found the right spot that made her moan louder and hit it over and over.
She’d fisted the bedding, just needing something to cling to since she couldn’t reach him. Her knees didn’t touch the floor. Her pants were torn open down the center back seam, allowing him access to her pussy, but they were still on. She lifted her feet, hooking them over his calves. She’d wished she were totally naked.
He’d torn open her shirt but the remnants of it twisted on her arms where the material had slipped. It didn’t matter as her climax had built, on the verge of coming so hard she wouldn’t be surprised if she saw stars.
The sounds Obsidian made had turned her on more. He’d growled and snarled, his hands nearly bruising on her hips when he’d gripped her to keep her in place. Her eyes had widened when h
is cock suddenly felt bigger, stretching her more, and then he’d slowed his hips in sharp, jerky thrusts as she felt him coming.
Bursts of hot semen had flooded deep inside her as he’d slowed to a stop. His considerable weight settled over her, his chest against her back, his heavy breathing tickling her ear.
She wanted to scream in disappointment, so close to her own finish line, but now it was over. Long seconds passed while he shivered on top of her, softly groaned her name and nuzzled the side of her head with his jaw.
He’d lifted and she could breathe easier, but at the same time she missed the way he’d been so close to her. She’d turned her head turned to see his face, at least wanting the satisfaction of watching one of them get off.
His dark-brown eyes had appeared black, his eyelids half closed, while he watched her. He panted, features flushed from passion, and his fangs were showing. Something instantly changed though. His mouth had pressed closed in a firm line of displeasure. She wondered why.
He had dragged her a few inches more over the edge of the bed, one hand slid in front of her, and his fingers stroked her clit.
She gasped then moaned at the instant sensation of how good it felt. Obsidian turned his hand just enough to use one finger and quickly rubbed the bundle of nerves with enough force to drive her wild.
She threw her face into the bedding, clawed at the bedspread, and knew it could only feel better if he were still fucking her. He was inside her though, bigger than life with their bodies joined so intimately, her weight completely resting against his hips and thighs.
“My Alli,” he rasped, lowering his head.
Louder moans filled the room when he lightly nipped her shoulder with his fangs, licked the spot and moved higher up her throat. Nibbles and hot breath teased the sensitive area while he continued to stroke her clit. She tensed, resisted the urge to beg him to not stop, she was so close, and then it happened. She threw her head back to hit his chest when she pushed hard against the bed with her hands as she sucked in air. The cry that came out of her was noisier than she intended but she didn’t give a damn while she climaxed hard.
Hands shifted on her body while she was gripped in the moment. A big palm caressed her breast, squeezed, and Obsidian bit down on the top of her shoulder. It didn’t hurt but he had a good hold on her. She didn’t feel fear, too distracted by the sensations of her body winding down.
His other hand curved around her waist to anchor her in place as he sat on the floor until she was fully seated on his lap. His cock seemed to have a heartbeat of its own. His teeth released their firm grip and he placed a gentle open-mouthed kiss on the spot.
“Alli?”
She forced her eyes open and turned her head just enough to see his face above hers. He was tall even with her on his lap.
“I see you.” He emphasized the words with emotion.
She knew what he meant. He’d mounted Allison Baker, a human whom he’d obviously stopped considering the enemy. She lifted her arm and curved a hand around the back of his neck, stroking him there. She rested her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes, just enjoying being in his arms.
“Thank you.”
She didn’t expand on why she felt that way, torn between the reasons for being grateful that he had made sure she’d enjoyed the sex too and that he’d wanted her to know she wasn’t a replacement for his deceased mate.
Their breathing regulated as they sat there. Obsidian remained hard but the swelling receded enough that she knew he could withdraw his cock from her pussy. He didn’t budge, just held her and she was good with that. She had no desire to move.
His hand still gripping her breast slid lower to her rib cage and he bent his head until it rested against hers. It was quiet in the house and a sense of peace hit Alli. She wished she could bottle and save the moment forever.
“Moon is outside waiting.” He was the first one to speak.
A hint of regret struck Alli as she nodded slightly to let him know she’d heard him. He’d have to return to Medical. Her hands lifted to grip his hand on her middle, and gave it a squeeze. She tried to muster the will to climb off his lap.
“I need to go out there.”
“I know.” She opened her eyes and stared at the rumpled bedspread in front of her where her body had been pinned. “I have things to do too.” Look for a job and finish packing the last of my stuff while I wait for someone to come tell me if I’m going to prison or just being booted from Homeland.
It was goodbye and she knew it. It hurt. Obsidian had become a huge part of her life for the months she’d worried about him and cared for him. It only made it worse that they’d had sex a few times. She had fallen in love with him despite it being stupid and flat-out wrong. He wasn’t in a good place in his life to start anything and she of all people knew that. Obsidian’s thighs tensed and he lifted up. She let him go, gripped the edge of the bed and slowly lifted up.
She hated the feel of their bodies separating. She’d been filled by him, connected, and the loss staggered her when he eased his cock completely free. Her movements were clumsy as she stood, her gaze searching for something to wrap around her to hide her torn clothes that revealed too much. Her hand fisted on the already messy bed and just yanked hard.
“I should, um, shower and change.” She refused to look directly at him but could see out of the corner of her eye when he stood, pulling up his sweats.
“Do that,” he urged.
It was an awkward moment that she mourned. It shouldn’t be uncomfortable after they’d made love. Fucked, she corrected. That’s all it was to him. Don’t be stupid and make it out to be more.
He stepped out of her line of sight and she turned her head to stare at his back. His hair was free to his waist, the black, silky tresses something she longed to stroke. And then he was gone. He just left without another word.
Hot tears filled her eyes and she didn’t bother to blink them back. He could have told her it had been fun, or some other lame-ass line. It would have at least been polite. She winced at the sound of the front door opening and closing. Obsidian was gone and she’d never see him again.
The bedspread slipped from her fingertips, falling to the floor. She stumbled toward the bathroom, wiggling out of the destroyed shirt. It wasn’t hard to do since only the arms remained intact to hold it on her body. The pants were history. They hadn’t just torn down the seams, he’d had split them at the waist as well.
She didn’t wait for the water to warm, just stepped into the chilly spray with a shudder. It soaked her skin but she wished it could reach her heart. A little cold could do her some good at that moment. The temperature warmed and she turned, shoving her face under the showerhead as it flowed over her hair, shoulders, and down her body.
The urge to breathe finally forced her to move. She sucked in air and wiped at her face. Life would go on. She’d learned that lesson time and time again but it didn’t mean she wouldn’t hurt for a long time. Falling in love sucked when only one person felt it.
Alli took her time washing her hair, in no hurry to face her bedroom. It would only make her relive what had happened in there. She regretted the fight with Obsidian earlier in the day that had made him demand she leave his room at Medical. Otherwise they’d probably already be curled together on his bed with him demanding she stroke his chest.
A smile emerged, albeit a sad one. He could be so demanding and a bully but she understood he wasn’t a typical man. New Species didn’t always have the best social skills and he was newly freed. He just needed to learn manners and be given time to understand that people were about give and take.
She turned off the shower, pushed open the glass door and used a towel to dry off then wrapped it around her body. A second one secured her wet hair. Her gaze landed on the discarded clothes. She’d have to toss them in the trash but it could wait. They were one more reminder of Obsidian that she was hesitant to lose despite how pathetic she decided it would be to keep the destroyed pants and shir
t.
The sight of him sitting on the edge of her bed surprised her. Her heart raced as their gazes met. His hands were open, gripped the top of his thighs above his bent knees and his hair trailed down his sexy chest. She halted.
“You’re not at Medical.”
“I walked outside to talk to Moon. He was in your yard.”
“I thought you were going back to your room.”
Displeasure tightened his features. “No.”
“Okay.” She took a few steps closer, watching him closely, trying to figure out what that meant.
“I told him I’m staying with you.” He glanced away from her to her bed. “It’s too soft.” He stared at the floor. “We should sleep there.”
We. Her pulse jumped. “You want to spend the night with me?”
“Your living space is bigger.” He stood, looking tall and impressive, also determined. “You will sleep on the floor with me.” One hand lifted to press against his chest. “I will cushion you.”
Her mind shifted gears, happy he wanted to be with her. “The pillow-top comes off. The mattress under it is probably closer to what you have in your room.” Not that she’d mind finding a reason to sleep sprawled over him if he chose the floor. She just didn’t see how he could be comfortable lying on the carpet.
Obsidian turned, gripped the sheets, and stripped them. He touched the thick padding covering the mattress and grunted softly. It was pulled off and tossed into a corner. He bent forward, giving her the perfect opportunity to admire his beefy ass, outlined in the sweatpants while he shoved down on the top of the bed to test it.
“Good. Firmer.” He straightened. “Remove the towels and lie down with me.”
“Don’t you want sheets?”
“I just want you.” His gaze drifted over her from head to foot. “Bare on the bed.”
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