“Hmm?” Wide-eyed, she looked as dumbstruck as him. “We can’t do this.”
No. He cleared his throat and backed her further under the shower then began soaping her.
Amazing how he managed, even getting her to turn around so he could wash her hair and watching the water flow in rippling and twisting currents down her back. Her muscles were heaven under his hands. Smoothing away the residues of soot on her pleased him immensely. It hit some spot inside him that made him know, yes, he was doing good.
Her soft noises of pleasure made him have to stop once or twice to reassemble his brain, but he kept going. Clean her. Get her right.
Make her a woman again and not some soot-covered succubus.
Suck. The word in his mind made his cock twitch and his fingers dug into her shoulders.
“Ow!” Willow flinched and spun around, almost slipping on the wet stone.
Her full breasts jiggled, swayed. The pink-brown centers drew him. They were all puckered up from the play of water over them, or perhaps from his rushed soaping. The two little taut buds had been under his palms, bubbles of soap catching on them…
“Oh,” she murmured, looking down at where his pants were pushed out by his erection.
When she didn’t raise her eyes and the very tip of her tongue emerged from her lips to curl moistly against them, he groaned.
This wasn’t why he’d kept her, remember? He needed to sort out her life, somehow. Stop her getting killed. Sex was just, was not… He inhaled a shuddery breath.
She twisted her mouth and took a partial step toward him, enough that she nudged his pants and, more importantly, pushed into the tip of his cock with her stomach. Her mischievous smile as she rolled her hips side to side, pushing at him some more, made him growl.
“Stop.” He took her shoulders, all too aware of what parts of her he could take hold of if he slipped his hands lower. “It’s midday and I want to get you fed. I doubt you’ve eaten today. Have you?”
As if pretending innocence, she shook her head, but moved into his cock. He had told her she should pay homage to his cock. Tempting, so tempting.
“Demanding little thing. Aren’t you hungry? For food?” He cradled her chin in his palms and toyed with her mouth until she opened and took one of his thumbs inside. The wet suction went straight to his groin. This time he shut his eyes, sure he’d come from her doing this alone if she kept it up.
“Mmm.” Her little female tongue licked all up and down the tip and she sucked audibly.
A pulse of heat ran up through his cock. Cornering her against the wall, getting her to open her legs, and shoving into her became his number one priority.
But when he felt her let go, he snapped open his eyes, and grabbed her arms.
“Come.” He steered her out of the shower, dripping, sexy, and ready for him. When he only threw a towel over her and began to dry her hair, she grumbled. “No, Willow. You need to eat.”
The things he made himself do, but he had this weird longing to do this at his speed, when he wanted to, and not when she demanded it. He ignored his steel-hard member and toweled her dry. Whatever need for sex raged within him clearly also consumed her, but he loved doing this his way, so much so that he began to tease her with his fingers beneath the towel – pushing the cloth into her cleft, rubbing the mounds of her breasts. When she was squirming into his touch, he put a lock on her neck from behind so she couldn’t move, and he slipped his hand down over her ass. He splayed his fingers to appreciate the shape of that delicious globe then pushed his whole hand between her legs.
Slick. Wet. Plump lips.
“This isn’t water down here. It’s you. Want something, girl?”
He laughed when she wriggled on his hand then again at her shocked stillness as he found the right spot, nudged his finger in, and ever, so, gradually, curved the tip of that finger up inside her. He left it there for a while, exploring no more than an inch of her but making circles and tugging at her lips, doing tiny thrusts, and widening her.
Soon her sobbing moans demanded he did more but he held back.
When he had her sopping wet, arching her spine backward to where he penetrated her, and panting, he murmured in her ear, “I think that’s enough.” He let her go. She staggered and seemed mesmerized.
Whatever chaotic thought had brought her to set fire to the room, she’d recovered. He made a decision then and there. They needed to talk. But after. After what? Feeding her? Sex? This animalistic attraction was screaming at him. And having her staring at him, wet lipped, glazed of eye, with her pussy so obviously swollen and ready for him that his toes curled looking at her, this was tangling up his brain.
He didn’t want a pet, but he couldn’t stop himself, not now, not when he had her like this. Traitor, whispered deep in his head. He wavered. Later, afterward, talk. Not now.
“Wait.” He stripped off his wet clothes, his shirt, pants, and underwear. Experimenting, pleased at how she avidly watched him, he ran his hand up and down his cock. She watched that too.
When she went to say something, he added, “Don’t speak.”
He wondered how much this lust within her would let him go. Willow hadn’t seemed a woman to obey if she had other notions. “If you speak, I promise you, I will tease you all day and all night with my tongue on you down there, and I won’t let you orgasm.” He flicked his finger at the door. “You first. To the kitchen downstairs.”
She huffed out a big exasperated sigh, while eyeing his erection, but then she turned and headed out the door.
The exaggerated wiggle of that ass had to be deliberate and he found himself not breathing. She taunted him. This was a fascinating game.
With both of them naked, collecting everything from the kitchen was a painful test in how to ignore a nude woman. She helped him gather a bowl of fruit, fresh bread and cheese, and they took it all to the dining table.
“Stand there.” He pointed to the floor in front of a chair then sat in it. His cock bobbed enough to attract her gaze. “I’m going to feed you and I’m going to play with you. If you make a sound, I get to bite you somewhere.”
He didn’t say why – that he was doing it this way because he couldn’t bear to keep his hands off her any longer. His eyes were probably twinkling with evilness. He sure felt evil. Damn, this was fun. If they didn’t fuck soon, they might both explode.
Interest flared in her eyes.
Still holding her gaze, he reached out and trailed his finger from her belly button downward, meandering a little when it reached the softness of her mons, circling, but then he found her clitoris. The little thing had popped out where he could easily find it. Like him, she seemed in a permanent state of arousal.
“I pray…” He toggled her clit from side to side, tracing around it and over it, amused at how she’d shivered. “I pray you make lots of noises.”
Her eyelids fluttered to half-mast and she sighed as he kept toying with her. When he explored further, his digit easily slid between her legs into her moisture.
“I hope you don’t mind your own taste on your food.”
Then he stopped, reached across to the bowl, and selected an apricot. She pulled a disgusted face and made a small unhappy squeak.
“That’s what I like to hear.”
Before she could figure out why, he drew her to him, her feet shuffling, and he nipped her belly. When she squealed, he did it again. His teeth marks showed white, then red.
“Mmm.” He kissed the indentations on her skin then offered her the fruit. “Yours.”
She nibbled cautiously on the apricot with her front teeth, chewing a tiny bite.
“All of it.” Without finesse, he stuffed the rest in while he trapped her in place with his hand at the small of her back. When she swallowed, he grinned.
For a while he simply fed her cheese, bread, fruit, and sips of water.
“Sit.” He patted one thigh and waited for her to gingerly settle.
Their kissing began languorously. The
y found a rhythm, discovering each other with their lips and tongues, playing coy and playing aggressor. Finally he grew impatient and took her mouth properly, muffling her protests, going hard and insistent, then tasting her, licking her. Such ripe delicious lips. The best food of all to devour was the mouth of his lover.
Then he fed her some more, but this time he alternated food with playing with her breasts and her clit and scratching down her sides with his nails. He liked making her shudder. A few times she squeaked, and her breasts had the teeth marks to show for it.
“Pretty.” He stroked one of the marks then lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, drawing all of it deep within his mouth, flicking at the nub with his tongue. She shuddered and her juices wet his thigh where she sat.
Letting her sit there while he only caressed her and stroked her made her become ever more aroused. Her nipples were tight buttons, her cunt swollen and so prepared for sex he could sink two fingers into her with ease…she merely shut her eyes and arched. The clever thing was controlling her responses.
But he wanted to hear her if she came.
He took his mouth off her, extracted his fingers, and jiggled his thigh. “Hop up. Kneel in front of me. You can make sounds if you want to.”
Her expectant demonic look made him lounge back against the chair and wait.
She knelt, elegantly.
“I can make sounds?” She quirked up one brow.
“You can. And you can take me in your mouth.”
“Oh? What if I don’t want to?”
Ahh. The game ratcheted up a notch. A thrill traveled through him. Though she dodged, he seized the back of her hair in one fist. “Then, I make you.” He shook her head, seeing with glee how that also shook her elsewhere. Things wobbled on females. With steady force, he dragged her forward, made her open and take the head of his cock into her mouth.
Feigned reluctance? Yes. Her butt shifted and she hummed happily as she rode his cock all the way down, engulfing him with her moist lips.
Gods. Pleasure rocketed through him. Up and down, he watched her take him. She curled her tongue around the shaft and cupped his balls with her hands. The tip of her tongue traced around the head of his cock and he hissed out a forbidden curse. What male wouldn’t like this?
A game, this was a game they both seemed to instinctively know. Her challenging, him responding and making her.
There was only one thing he wanted more. And so, when he was about to erupt into her mouth he dragged her head up, made her stand and then instructed harshly. “Sit on me.”
“You’re so insistent.” She tilted her head and put her hands over his where they held her hips. “And if I say no?”
Fiery determination arrived. He twisted her around in spite of her squeals and protests. He slapped her ass hard, far harder than he ever had in play with Nasskia, and he forced her down until his cock probed at her softest, most intimate place.
“Fuck,” she muttered, as he sank into her. He could see his cock disappearing, impaling her. This, this, was what he desired. In. More. His thighs met her ass. The squeeze of her pussy muscles was sweet and tight.
He’d penetrated into her as far as he was able to and had, in some way he didn’t comprehend, made her an indelible part of him.
With his chin resting atop her head, and both arms hugging her to him, he whispered the stupidest words he’d ever said, “I wish I could keep you forever.”
Her reply stunned him.
Chapter 12
Willow groaned and clutched at his arms. She was anchored to his lap and couldn’t get up. When a man was inside her this deep, when it was this first moment, she was often overcome with wonder.
She moaned and put her hand between her legs, making a V of her fingers, to feel the shaft of his cock and how it went up into her. How wet she was. She was him and he was her. One beautiful being. Only with Stom it seemed a hundred times multiplied. When he moved in her she wasn’t sure about the heavens moving but maybe an orchestra played a few damn symphonies.
She leaned back into his body as he rocked her faster on his thighs. Pleasure grew.
He’d said words. I wish I could keep you forever. Those words filtered in, and she, caught up in this moment of elation, of union, of raw, hot, jaw-dropping sex, she reacted without thinking, and she murmured back to him her words. They were crazy words that she wanted to take back as soon as she said them.
“Me too.”
Yet she meant them, with all her heart, and with every morsel of her being.
He gasped and hugged her tighter, his arms wrapped below her breasts. “We have to talk. After.”
With what he was doing down below, where he’d slipped his hand over hers, to play in her moisture and even worm the tip of one of his fingers into her, alongside his cock, she was lucky to manage a whimper in reply.
“You like that?” He kept the finger in her while he screwed her slow and dirty, while he rotated her clit with his thumb and brought his other hand up to grip her throat. Then he said more soft beguiling words that reinforced his power.
He bit her and his cock speared up inside her like he wanted to find her mouth with the goddamned thing from the bottom up. Her clit throbbed, as if it would explode any second, and drove all proper thoughts away to the wilderness where logic dwelled at such times of momentous fucking.
When his hand went from her throat to her breasts, pinching them then delicately circling her nipples, one after the other, the pleasures tumbled together into one – the tugs on her nipples, the bites of his teeth, the fondling of her clit, the surge of impalement. She cried out, arching impossibly while she clawed at his arm and gasped her way through orgasm after echoing orgasm. Somewhere along the way, his own climax took him.
Smiling and sated, she listened to him struggle to bring down his breathing rate.
They stayed there together, on the chair, arms entwined, mouths gently kissing the beads of salty sweat from each other’s skin. He remained inside her, and he stroked her hair and her sides, while their lust ebbed.
Reality trickled back in. On glancing down, she saw herself, which made this even more surreal. The orgasm had cleared her mind. She slipped off his lap to her knees.
When she heard him lean in behind her, she covered her breasts with her hands.
“What is it?” he asked, caressing her hair again.
“I’m insane,” she whispered.
“Why would you say that?”
“If you’re an alien, I must be. If you’re not, I am anyway.” She stayed hunched over a little, so he couldn’t see her but something alerted him.
“Then I’m insane too. What are you hiding?”
She squeezed shut her eyes, not wanting to say, then looked at him, and gave in. “This.” And she uncovered her breasts and her red nipples.
His eyes flared with interest. “Already? You’re changing. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous.”
“What – You knew this would happen? I’ve got bright-red nipples, Stom! What’s happening to me?”
“That is my red.” His mouth tweaked upward. “It’s the pet-creating nano-chem I gave you. Your lips are changing color too. It means you’re mine.”
What in holy fuckedness did that mean?
She blinked, licked her lips, and checked herself out again. Red, as in very. “I’m yours?” A happy glow kindled inside her, and she whispered, “I am crazy. I am.” She made herself look at Stom but he only raised his brow and smiled. “I feel happy about this. Proud even. That is…so stupid with a big S.”
“For a pet, that’s normal. Me, it makes me want to do things. It makes me want to touch you there.” He sucked in an enormous breath. “I want so many things. I want to make you mine forever, just as I said, yet I know I can’t. And you,” he reached forward and traced the inside of her ear, and she had to make herself resist crawling back onto his lap. “You must have many questions. I also know that you’re craving me.” A smug smile crept the corners of his mouth upward.
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Bastard.
But, she did crave him and she whined her distress then pulled at her hair. “This is so bloody wrong!”
Miserable, she pouted. If he wasn’t an alien, he had messed with her head real good. But she had very few doubts anymore. This was more concrete evidence than she even wanted. Her nipples had been normal a half hour ago. Now they were frickin red.
“I agree. Though right now, looking at you, I’m so conflicted.” He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Let’s go shower again. Then, I promise, we can talk about this properly.”
“Wait. So you did give me something? A what, a nano-chem?”
He nodded, looking unhappy.
“I should be wanting to kill you, but I don’t. Why?” Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. She sniffed them back. “Okay. Shower, but promise we will just sit down after and talk. No sex.”
He nodded. “I promise. But only if you let me cuddle with you.”
“The big bad alien wants a cuddle?” she asked, incredulous.
He growled.
“Fine! Okay. Done. Let’s fucking cuddle.” Then she eyed his torso and those muscles, secretly breathed in that essence of him, and sighed. Who was she kidding? He’d have to beat her off with a stick.
This time she walked up the stairs with him, her hand in his enormous one, with this man who might or might not be an alien. Except now she was certain. She peeked at how the black stripes on his skin seemed to flow with the movement of his muscles. They were all over him, curling over his chest, tickling down into his groin, even looping around his balls. He was. An alien.
But at least he was her alien.
They showered together, excruciatingly careful not to bump into each other too much. Every time they did, accidentally, touch, it was electric. Her nipples were sticking out like little pressable buttons by the time they were done. Toweling herself down with the big soft towel was an erotic exercise.
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