by Ivy Barrett
His cock twitched and his balls tingled. Everything about her was exotic and arousing. From the ivory pallor of her skin to the unusual color of her eyes, she was… alien. Only her dark, wavy hair could have belonged to a Stilox female.
“What’s wrong?” Her hushed question drew his gaze back to her face.
“You’re absolutely stunning.” He covered her mouth with his, pleased to find her lips pliant if not yet responsive. After stroking the silken interior for several moments, he sucked her tongue into his mouth. She yelped and jerked back. “Are you always so skittish?” Her defiance gusted through him, yet he sensed a core of vulnerability. She might be a well-trained soldier, but she was still frightened and overwhelmed.
Guiding her hands to his shoulders, he leaned in close. “You kiss me this time. I promise I’ll behave.”
She pushed to the balls of her feet and fit her mouth over his. He didn’t rush her, didn’t attempt to take control. Her exploration began tentatively. She traced the shape of his lips with the tip of her tongue, her breath warm and teasing. By the time she delved inside, he was ravenous. She curled her tongue around his and he fought back a groan. Encouraged by her response, he forced himself to relax and let her set the pace.
Her skin was hot, not passion-flushed but feverish. He wanted to take her to his bed, to stretch out beside her and explore her curvaceous body at his leisure. No matter how appealing he found the idea, he couldn’t risk it until her fever broke. Reaching behind her without separating their mouths, he decreased the water pressure to a cool drizzle.
She wrapped her arms around him, pressing her soft breasts against his chest. His hands ran up and down her back, cupping her hot, red bottom as he rubbed against her belly. Needing stability and leverage, he backed her against the wall. Her shoulders connected with the tiles and he took the kiss deeper. As hard as he’d spanked her, the tiles would feel good against her inflamed skin.
Keeping their lower bodies flush, he eased his hand between them and cupped her breast. Just as he knew it would, the warm mound fit perfectly in his palm. He didn’t want to forfeit the sweetness of their kisses, but her nipple begged for attention. She rested her head against the wall and arched, obviously anxious for the first touch of his mouth.
Her nipples gathered into pebble-hard points. He brushed his thumb over one and then the other. Her eyes drifted shut as he bent his head and caught one tight crest between his lips. He’d only meant to suck for a moment and then move on, but her skin was intoxicating.
He caressed her bottom and the back of her thighs while his mouth continued to suck. Her fingers closed around his dreadlocks, pressing him close, then pushing him away. The battle was not yet won. She had accepted the inevitability, but that would never be enough. He wouldn’t be satisfied until she abandoned herself to the pleasure and submitted to his control. He ignored her indecision and savored the delectable rasp of her nipple against his tongue.
His knee nudged her legs apart and he covered her mound with his fingers. She tensed but didn’t try to stop him. Amplified by her fever, her pussy radiated heat. He wanted to lift her, wrap her legs around his waist, and feel her hot cunt envelop his shaft. But he wanted more from her than begrudging acceptance. He wanted more for her. Keeping her pressed against the wall, he knelt and grasped her hips. Her bush was neatly trimmed, offering a teasing glimpse of her feminine folds.
“Make room for my hand.” Her thighs flexed then she moved her legs apart. He traced her slit with his middle finger, teasing without parting her delicate flesh. She rocked her hips and grasped his shoulders, needful murmurs escaping her throat. “If you want more, show me.”
Her fingernails bit into his skin. Why was she still fighting? He could sense her need, feel the urgency pounding through her. She doesn’t know you. She has no reason to trust you.
He was about to reassure her when she canted her hips and relaxed her thighs. His finger slipped between her folds and he groaned. She was slick and hot just as she’d been while he spanked her. Unable to resist the temptation, he pushed into her core. Her inner muscles gripped him firmly. With a swirl of his wrist, he added a second finger, pulling nearly out before driving back in.
“Oh!” She arched into his next thrust. The forceful motion jostled her breasts. “God, that feels good.”
Pumping steadily with his hand, he inhaled her tantalizing scent. The musky tang made him wild, made him eager to taste the slickness coating his fingers. He kissed her belly and caressed her with his breath then parted her outer lips and exposed her clit.
The tiny nub was hugely swollen. She was so wonderfully responsive. He circled her with the tip of his tongue then caught the delicate hood between his lips. Her passage contracted with every gentle pull. He drove his fingers deep and flicked his tongue across the sensitive cluster of nerves.
She cried out, her pussy squeezing hard as she came. He prolonged the spasms with his mouth and slowly drew his fingers out.
“Let me taste you, really taste you. Do you like that?” It was so unlike him to ask. He generally took what he wanted with enough intensity to convince his lovers they wanted it too. Lorelle was different. He didn’t want her stiff with resignation. He wanted her writhing and begging for more.
Her violet gaze smoldered as she looked around the crowded shower stall. “How?”
His grin was unabashedly sexual. Draping one of her legs over his shoulder, he pressed his lips to her slit. With long, thorough licks and careful little nibbles he soon had her rocking against his mouth. She rolled her head back and forth, her fingers curved around the back of his head. Her scent filled his nose and her essence coated his tongue, evocative and addictive. Pushing up into the very heart of her, he savored her softness and heat.
Another orgasm built inside her. Gathering speed and force, the contractions curled around his tongue. She gasped, shaking uncontrollably as her pleasure saturated his empathic receptors.
Before the last spasm receded, he shot to his feet and found her entrance with the head of his cock. Her leg slid across his shoulder and down his arm, her knee neatly hooking his elbow. Her cunt surrounded him, wet and hot, yet incredibly tight. He gritted his teeth as he fought off the urge to ram his full length inside her.
“We can’t… do it like this,” she ground out in a strangled whisper. “I’m too heavy.”
He hid his smile against her hair. She’d tensed so suddenly he was afraid he’d hurt her poor abused ass. “We’ll be fine, sweetheart. I’m stronger than I look.”
Chapter Three
Mal Ton was stronger than he looked? As if that were possible. Lorelle wanted to laugh. She had never seen muscles so starkly defined or a body so well-conditioned. He caught the back of her other knee and easily lifted her off the floor. Her legs were spread wide and bent nearly to her shoulders as his cock surged into her pussy. Deeper and deeper he stretched her passage until her abdomen ached.
She’d waited so long and needed this so badly, she whimpered from the sheer pleasure of being filled. Her fingers clutched his broad shoulders, feeling the subtle flex beneath her palms. Hot, hard male, he held her spellbound, vacillating between ecstasy and fear.
His groin pressed against her mound and he shifted her weight. “I can’t grab your ass without hurting you, so wrap your arms around my neck.” She did and he pinned her against the wall, impaled firmly on his cock. Tilting his head to the side, he took her mouth in a consuming kiss. His shaft throbbed in time with his heartbeat while his tongue moved in her mouth.
Relaxing as well as she could, she caressed his tongue with hers and savored the fullness he created. He gently squeezed her bottom, his long fingers insinuating themselves between her cheeks. She murmured, unsure if she was encouraging his exploration or protesting the subtle invasion. It didn’t matter. She couldn’t move. She was completely at his mercy.
He shifted her again, allowing his long middle finger to reach its destination. Lightly teasing her a
nus, he circled the sensitive opening without venturing inside. She gasped and wiggled, each movement accenting the penetration of his cock.
“Be still.” He nipped her chin. “Feel me.”
She chuckled. “As if I could feel anything else.”
His brow arched then he pushed his finger into her ass. “There are always more intense sensations. Never forget that.” He repositioned his hand and thrust even deeper. “Squeeze me. Squeeze me hard.”
Resting her head against the wall, she tightened her inner muscles. He’d obliterated the hollow ache she’d endured for the past fifteen days and created an entirely new sort of urgency. Stroking the delicate membrane separating his finger from his cock, he sent sensations skittering through her abdomen.
“Harder,” he coached. “I’m not going to move until you come.”
She shook her head. “I can’t come like this.”
“Sure you can. Each time you squeeze, your clit is pressed against me. Imagine my fingers rubbing or better yet my tongue.”
He held her close, the heat of his body a sharp contrast to the cool tiles and the residual glow of from her spanking. She clenched and her core tingled. A harder squeeze brought a stronger response. She rolled the pressure up the length of her passage and heard his appreciative groan. Her body bathed him in hot liquid, encouraging him to move. He grew harder with each new squeeze, increasing the pressure on her clit.
She came with a sharp gasp, her core tightening rhythmically. When the last ripple passed, he slid his hand back to the underside of her knee and spread her legs even wider. Her ankles pressed against his back and she braced herself against his shoulders.
He pulled back, pausing with just his cock head inside her. “Open your eyes.”
She hadn’t realized she’d closed them until she heard the throaty command. Raising her lids, she looked into his eyes. Amber fire caressed her face as he pushed back in, filling her, claiming her. Mine. Was it just his possessive expression, or had she actually heard the word?
He adjusted his stance and repeated the cycle, pulling out slowly and thrusting in fast. Her legs draped his arms and his forceful strokes kept her pinned to the wall. Amazed at her own resilience, she felt another orgasm build.
“I’m not ready to let you go.” He punctuated the statement with an especially deep thrust.
Could he feel her pussy throbbing, or was it something more?
Pleasure burned away her speculation. She cried out and arched into his final thrust. He threw back his head and bared his teeth as he released his seed deep inside her. She wrapped herself around him and pressed her face into the bend of his neck.
Sizzling heat flowed through her veins, warming her entire body. Their harsh breathing echoed off the tiles and reality intruded. How long would it take for the antigen to ease this burning?
* * *
Stunned by his shattering orgasm, Mal Ton clutched Lorelle to his chest and waited for the world to refocus. His legs shook and tension gripped his back. He needed to reach the bedroom before he collapsed. He turned off the shower and stumbled out of the stall. She clung to him, her breathing erratic. Had they waited too long?
“Look at me.”
Her gaze was bright, yet no more luminous than it had been on the ship. He triggered his optical scanner and checked her body temperature. It was still slightly elevated, though much improved.
He ran his hands up and down her back, pausing to caress her sore bottom. She felt so damn good in his arms. He couldn’t distinguish her yearnings from his. Had the antigens had any effect on the virus?
“Why are you still hard? I felt you come,” she whispered against his throat. “And I’m still restless as hell.”
“Sometimes it takes more than once,” he lied. There should have been a marked improvement.
He carefully set her on the edge of the bed and slowly drew out of her snug heat. Not only was he still hard, he was hugely erect, the veins on his shaft boldly distended. Her gaze gravitated toward his cock, so he quickly turned her around, positioning her on her hands and knees, her delightfully red ass in the air.
The combined proof of their pleasure coated her folds and smeared her inner thighs. Would she be shocked if he licked her? Some people were put off by such things. His dominant nature stirred. He wanted his scent coating her skin and his taste fresh on her tongue.
He pushed two fingers into her core, marveling at her softness. She looked back at him, her eyes wide and curious. Raising his hand to his mouth, he sucked their essence from his fingers.
“We taste good together,” he told her, watching closely for her reaction.
Her tongue brushed over her lower lip and desire inundated his empathic receptors. The essence of their passion lingered in his mouth. He wanted more than one teasing taste. Swallowing with difficulty, he pressed his face against her warm bottom and swirled his tongue between her folds. She gasped and lifted her hips, offering him better access to her cunt.
Drawing her with him as he rose, he wrapped his hand around her neck, collaring her with his long fingers. Then he cupped her mound with the other hand and whispered in her ear, “Taste me. Taste us.”
Her lips were parted and waiting as he drew her head back and sharply to the side. He circled her clit while he kissed her and she bombarded him with hunger, demanding and raw. She rolled her hips, encouraging his caress with a throaty murmur. He reveled in the intoxicating slide of tongue against tongue. Gods, he could live on her this.
“More,” she whispered against his lips. “Please,” she added when he tensed.
Heat assailed him along with a darker, savage need. Hers or his? He honestly couldn’t tell. He brought his slick fingers to her mouth and she eagerly sucked. He couldn’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around his cock as he filled her mouth with his come.
Desire exploded inside him, demanding his obedience. He wanted to pin her to the bed and fuck her mouth. Just the thought sent pleasure spiraling through him. Even if she would willingly offer her mouth, her arousal needed to be as powerful as his. Later, there was always later.
Shaking away the tantalizing image, he pulled her closer to the edge of the bed. She bent forward again and lowered her shoulders, bracing herself with her forearms. Her hips raised, pink ass elevated, the invitation unmistakable. Still he hesitated. Why were his urges so violent? He’d never been this close to losing control.
His gaze focused on her puckered little anus, displayed so temptingly between her pink cheeks. He wanted her unconditional surrender. She would moan and tremble as her body stretched to accommodate his thick cock. No! She wasn’t ready to take him like that. She’d felt incredibly tight around his finger. He didn’t even have a lubricant to ease his way.
He sucked in a long, steady breath. They had the rest of their lives to explore mutual pleasures. A fist grabbed his heart and squeezed mercilessly. Even in his desire-addled state he knew the thought was outrageous. She had been brought here against her will. She would likely leave at the first opportunity.
Tormented by the possibility, he bent toward her waiting body and inhaled deeply. He needed her scent imprinted on his brain, yet he couldn’t explain the compulsion. It was elemental and undeniable. He caressed her folds and circled her opening, all the while breathing in her scent.
Mine.
His touch settled over her clit, one finger on either side. Her bottom clenched and she murmured against the bedspread as he escalated her arousal. Moving closer, he licked from her clit to her star-shaped asshole. She pushed up against him, surprising him with her acceptance. Had their first joining only stoked the flames?
He licked her again and again, never lingering in one place for long. She wiggled and moaned, trying to bring his tongue where she needed it most. Gathering fluid from her pussy, he coated her anus and his dark nature roared. With steady pressure, he pushed his middle finger past the stubborn collar and into her smoldering passage. She gasped. He sighe
d. This would have to be enough for now. He worked his finger in and out, imagining how she would feel around his cock.
“Have you ever been fucked here before?” He knew the answer, but his aching erection demanded he ask.
She shook her head and tightened reflexively. “Is that what you want?”
“Gods, yes, but not right now.” He dragged his finger out and they both shivered. “Do you feel any better?”
“No.” She remained as she was, submissive and waiting. “I need—more.”
He smiled. It was a subtle reprimand. This was about her need for cock, not his need to explore her amazing body. Crawling onto the bed, he knelt behind her and guided his cock to her waiting pussy. Very slowly he pushed inside. Her silken flesh embraced him, surrounding him with welcoming heat. He grasped her hips and squeezed as his pelvis pressed against her soft ass cheeks.
After pausing to reinforce his control, he pulled nearly out then thrust deep. Again and again, he filled her, his body lightly slapping her sensitive skin. He established a steady tempo, deep and smooth. Tangling her fingers in the bedspread, she pushed back into each firm stroke, taking him as deeply as possible.
She was so incredibly hot. He tossed his head and sped his movements. Mutant energy shot along his spine and forked out across the back of his head. Gasping, he gritted his teeth and fought back the shift. What was wrong with him? He hadn’t spontaneously shifted in decades.
He sensed her urgency, her fear and desperation. Primal emotions surged, rolling across his empathic receptors and triggering a response just as savage in him. The abyss loomed, hungry, threatening to wrest her from his life.