by Sahara Kelly
Her gaze met his. “It’s long and thick, just like your human cock.”
He nodded. “That one is exactly the same as my human form.”
“So, the other one…does stuff?”
He could have laughed had he not throbbed incessantly under her scrutiny. “Yes, J’mun, it does stuff.”
With her other hand she traced the outline of his secondary cock, and it, too, hardened against her palm. When she grasped it fully in her hand, the tip blossomed outward, flowering into a tulip shape.
“What the fuck is that?” she asked, jerking her hand away.
“It’s transforming, anticipating giving you pleasure.”
Mia frowned. “I don’t understand. It looks funny now. “
Ric smiled, not at all offended by her confusion. “It’s probably better that I show you what it can do for you.”
Her voice lowered to nearly a whisper and she said, “Yes, I’d like that.”
He held out his hands and she slipped hers into his palms. Stepping backwards, he pulled her onto the soft bank of grass and lay down, pulling her next to him.
“They feel so strange, pressing against me like that,” she murmured.
“Does it bother you? I can shift back to human—“
“No! Don’t change anything. I want this. It’s just…new…unusual.”
He pushed the wet strands of hair away from her face and smiled. “I know the feeling. You are different than what I’m used to.”
“Yes, I know,” she answered, dropping her gaze to his chest. “I’m repulsive.”
He tipped her chin up with his finger, forcing her eyes to meet his. “No, you are not repulsive. You have one of the most beautiful faces I’ve ever seen. Wide, expressive eyes. They’re like windows to your heart. They spark with anger, widen with curiosity and burn with passion when you’re in my arms.”
A sigh escaped her lips and he bent his head forward, capturing her mouth under his. He slipped his tongue inside, thrilled at her eagerness as her tongue twined with his. The curve of her hip under his hand was silken delight, a near liquid sensation.
“You’re gaining weight already,” he murmured against her lips.
“Must be M’Loran food. I’m always hungry.”
“I like it. In the short time you’ve been here your hips and ass have expanded.” He squeezed her firm buttocks, delighted with her quivering shudder.
“On Earth I’d feel fat.”
He laughed and nibbled at her neck, feeling the bumps of pleasure pop up on her skin. “On M’Lora there is no such thing as fat. Women are revered for their size here.”
“Good. I’ll keep eating then.” She rolled onto her back and he half covered her with the top of his body, pressing his mouth against one swollen nipple. She arched her back, whimpering when he flicked the bud with his tongue and rolled it gently between his teeth.
She reached for his primary cock, grasped the shaft and stroked, squeezing him between her folded fingers.
His secondary penis opened at the tip and covered the top of her hand. Its sensitive nerve endings sent shocks of pleasure throughout his body at the mere touch of her skin.
“Damn, that’s hot, Ric,” she said, her movements harder and faster. He thrust his swollen primary shaft against her hand.
It was more than he could stand. He needed to be inside her. He rolled onto his back and pulled her on top of him until she sat astride his cocks.
“I don’t…tell me what to do with them,” she asked, her eyes glazed with passion.
“Whatever you’d like to do.”
Mia thought about all the things she’d like to do with Ric. Two cocks. She had no idea. She’d studied their planet, their customs, but for some reason their anatomy had remained a secret.
Curiosity warred with impatience as she pondered where to begin. She leaned over and lightly licked his bottom lip, marveling at the face of the Ric she’d grown accustomed to, except now he was blue. Instead of making him ugly, it only made him more attractive to her. The unique had always fascinated her. Even as a child she’d stared at alien visitors to Earth, smiling up at them and trying to capture their attention.
One particular alien’s attention focused on her right now, and she planned to enjoy every minute of it. She traced his firm jaw with her fingertips. He reached for her wrist, pulled her fingers to his mouth and rolled his tongue around them. She tilted her head back and closed her eyes, remembering the feel of his mouth on every part of her body.
Unique didn’t even begin to describe Ric and her response to him. Beyond a physical reaction to his touch, his very nearness, emotionally he tugged at her in ways she couldn’t fathom. Her mind was awash in the sensations of his mouth on her, and yet she also felt the emotional connection, that desire to draw him close and hold him, to assuage some mysterious pain she saw in his eyes and yet he never revealed.
No, not now. She was not going to let him touch her that way. She’d allowed him access to her body, but no way would she let him into her heart.
Concentrate on the physical, Mia, only the physical. Her nipples brushed against his chest, sparks of aching need shooting between her legs. She kissed his neck, licking a trail over his collarbone and chest until she found a flat, male nipple. The rest of his anatomy was human. She didn’t think she couldn’t handle much more than the surprise of finding out he had two penises.
When she sucked one of his nipples, he hissed in a breath and mumbled something in M’Loran. Pleased that she excited him, she slid down his body, marveling at how big he was…everywhere. Big, hard and well muscled. Clearly more than she could handle.
Yet she’d handled his huge cock last night. Liquid desire seeped from her onto his leg as she recalled the skyrocketing climax he’d given her. She wanted that again. And again.
But right now she had to explore. His stomach was hard and flat. Ric groaned and threaded his fingers in her hair when she ran her tongue along his ridged abdomen, traveling lower to the thatch of dark hair curling above his cocks.
She grasped the longer shaft in her hand and stroked, marveling at its firmness and length. Turning her mouth toward the other one, she nearly jumped back when it morphed back into a normal penis. When her gaze met Ric’s, he smiled and said, “Thought that might make it easier…more normal for you.”
There was nothing normal about this entire situation. Then again, she had no complaint. It was like a fantasy adventure, a thrill ride that she took for the first time, not knowing what was around the next curve or at the bottom of the steep incline.
She licked the tip of his smaller penis and he thrust his hips up as if asking without words for her to take more. Which she did, gladly, fitting her lips over him and sucking him deep inside her mouth.
“L’nons, J’Mun,” he said between clenched teeth, his voice a guttural groan.
When she released his shaft, she asked, “Ric, I’ve been meaning to ask you what J’Mun means?”
“Baby, darling, honey, my love. It’s an endearment. Now suck me,” he commanded, his hand reaching for her head to drive it over his swollen cock.
She smiled, somehow pleased he would call her that. Then she took him again, thrusting her mouth down over his shaft and swirling her tongue over the soft head. She kept up the stroking motions with her other hand, caressing his main shaft while she tasted the smaller one. What must that feel like to him? Was it equally exciting from one cock to the other? She had so many questions to ask, but not right now. Now she focused on taking him up and over the edge.
But he wouldn’t let her. With a swift turn he sat up, pulling her up against him and covering her mouth with his lips.
Her damp mound pressed against his main shaft and she moved against it, her clit rubbing the ridged underside until she felt ready to climax right then. But she didn’t want to come that way. She wanted to experience both his cocks, in what way she wasn’t quite certain, but she figured Ric would show her how they worked.
“Are you perp
lexed about something, J’Mun?”
“Sort of. What do I do?” She sat on his thighs, her pussy throbbing with the desire to have him inside her.
“It’s simple. Slide down over the main shaft and I’ll do the rest.”
Those were instructions she couldn’t wait to heed. She lifted her hips, positioning his stiff cock between her labia, her moisture readying her for the invasion of his shaft. Their gazes locked. Even in the darkness she read his passion, his need for her, and it equaled her own.
She knew, somehow, that she’d be forever changed by this encounter. Sucking in a deep breath, she eased herself over him. His thick shaft stretched her inch by inch as she slowly covered him.
He tensed and clenched her hips to guide her. Mia watched his eyes glaze over to a midnight black, watched him shudder when she had him fully sheathed inside her.
Unable to believe she’d taken nearly all of him in, she stilled. He pulsed deep within her. Her body responded by contracting against his flesh, tightening around his engorged penis.
With deliberate motions she rubbed her clit against his skin, the sensation a scorching fire along her already taut nerve endings.
Ric grabbed her hands, twining his fingers with hers as he lifted his hips up and down. “Close your eyes, J’Mun,” he said. “Feel the pleasure I’m about to give to you.”
Near breathless with anticipation, Mia did as he asked, wondering who had really mesmerized whom. She was the one under his spell, unable to think beyond the spasms between her legs, the brush of his skin against hers, the elemental scent of their arousal.
“Lean back, Mia,” he whispered.
She reached behind her, her palms connecting with the soft grass. Then she waited. And waited.
“Ric?” she asked, eyes still closed.
“Yes, J’Mun?”
“What are you doing?”
“Looking at your pussy.”
“Oh.” She squirmed a bit, knowing he was examining her most intimate of places. And yet wondered why she would be shy considering what they’d already done.
“I’m going to touch you there,” he said.
“Okay.” Already her clit throbbed with the need for release, her body taut and ready for a trip over the edge of ecstasy.
And then it happened, and she nearly shot off the ground. A warm, wet…something…surrounded her clit, squeezing and warming the surrounding area like a wet cloth soaked in a thick fluid.
The sensation seeped inside her core, where Ric’s cock was buried deep and lightly thrusting.
“What is that?” she asked, whimpering as it lightly squeezed, almost like lips gently sucking the distended bud.
“My secondary inson,” he murmured, his voice seemingly far away.
It was incredible, like nothing she’d ever felt before. She’d touched her clit herself while a man was inside her before, but this—this was like being sucked and fucked at the same time. Like a supercharged taser blast, the dual sensations rocked her body completely. She gasped out a keening wail as the flowery tip of his penis squeezed and suckled her aching nub.
“Open your eyes now, Mia.”
The first thing she focused on was his heated gaze fixated on her face. He was so beautiful, his body like a cloud-laden sky in the summer, darkened by the night and mist surrounding them. Then he looked down, and her vision traveled to where he focused.
His secondary cock had somehow moved upward, now resting above the main one. It surrounded her clit, pulling at her pleasure center while his shaft thrust hard and fast inside her.
“Oh my God, Ric…I’ve never felt anything like this before.” Her fingers dug into the soil and she arched her back, rocking her mound further into the hot, moist center of his second cock.
“Let go, Mia,” he urged. “Come for me.”
She needed no further prodding. Already the spasms swirled up inside her until she couldn’t hold back. The motions of his cock hitting her deep inside her core, coupled with the gentle warmth of the tulip licking at her distended bud sent thousands of sparks shooting between her legs.
A keening wail escaped her lips as her climax turned her world over. She grabbed for Ric’s thighs, scratching his skin with her nails as her orgasm intensified, catapulting her into the darkness of the night.
With a loud roar Ric followed her into the abyss, plunging deeply inside her as he shot jets of hot come that mingled with her own juices and poured out of her.
Her body bathed in sweat, she fought for control of her breathing, blowing out with her mouth and slowing down her rapid pulse. It took more than a few moments to recapture her sanity.
She watched, transfixed, as he withdrew, his secondary cock seemingly disappearing for a moment and then reappearing to the side of the larger one. Ric sat up and pulled her close, his lips covering hers with a kiss that was way too warm, way too filled with unspoken words and emotions for her liking.
He lay back on the grass and placed her head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around her. She felt safe, and yet more frightened than she’d ever been before.
This was a man she could spend an eternity with. Strong enough not to put up with her bullshit, instinctively gentle when she needed him to be, fiercely intelligent, strong, gorgeous, and the best damn lover she’d ever had.
And she was falling in love with him.
Damn, damn, damn!
Chapter Nine
Mia quieted after Ric pulled her close against his body, and he wondered what went on in her head. Was she at peace, satisfied and exhausted, or did she regret what just happened?
Had he disappointed her somehow? Or hurt her?
And more importantly, why the hell did it matter to him? Why did she suddenly seem to matter to him?
This was not good, not good at all. The last thing he needed was to feel emotion for a female. Specifically, a human female. They had nothing in common. She was a ball busting pain in the ass who didn’t even want to be on M’Lora with him, and made it clear she didn’t care one bit for him. She even had to hypnotize him for sex.
And yet when he looked into her eyes when they were joined, he saw much more than sexual heat there. Did her eyes mirror his, had he developed some kind of feelings for her?
Impossible. M’Loran men didn’t get emotional over women. Women were for sex, breeding and to partner with in work. That was all. Love and emotion were for others, not for M’Lorans.
Not for him. Not ever. He’d seen what love had done to his parents, what it had done to him as a result of being the child of two different cultures. He’d never bring children into the world who would suffer the pain and humiliation he had suffered. He was a mutant. If he bred children with Mia, their children would be mutants.
Children? Now he was really losing it. He dragged a hand through his hair and said, “Mia. Are you awake?”
“Yes,” she said, her voice shaky and fragile.
“What’s wrong?” He was almost afraid to look at her, fearing what he might see in her expression.
“Ric, listen to me and follow my instructions in the order they’re given. First, change back to your human form. Then, I want you to fall asleep for a few minutes, and when you wake, you will remember nothing of what just transpired here. We took a swim, and that was it. You will swim to the other side, and we will go back to the shelter. Do you understand?”
His heart fell, disappointment shadowing his thoughts. Emotion, feeling. What a fucking idiot he was. She had no more feeling for him than she did for the rock behind her. “Yes, I understand.”
He shifted back to his human form, closed his eyes and feigned the deep breathing of sleep. Mia sighed, almost wistfully he thought, then corrected himself. No, she was using him, she didn’t care for him.
What a fucking disaster this had turned out to be. She manipulated him, he lied to her. Hardly the basis for a healthy relationship.
After mentally counting out a few minutes, he opened his eyes, followed Mia to the water and swam to shore. S
he was silent the entire time, including when he picked up the coverlet and threw it over her shoulders. Then she stepped inside the shelter, closing herself in the cleaning chamber immediately.
Ric laid on the bed, the air currents undulating against his back. Normally they would relax him, but he didn’t feel relaxed right now. An ache centered in his chest, a feeling as foreign as the woman in the chamber.
Enough! He forced his body to relax, knowing he needed the sleep to perform his mission tomorrow. That’s where he needed to center his mind—on capturing Vad and nothing else.
But he knew sleep would not come easily tonight. His mind was filled with too many questions and recriminations to settle.
* * * * *
Mia shuddered as the drying air of the chamber blew soft caresses against her skin.
Skin that Ric had touched, kissed, licked. She wrapped her arms around herself and tried to focus.
She’d created a mess of epic proportions. Not only had she lied to Ric, forcing him to have sex with her against his will, but then she had to go and develop feelings for him.
And just what the hell was she supposed to do with those feelings? She couldn’t very well tell him she cared about him considering he had no clue they’d had wild sex the past couple nights. It wasn’t like he expressed any interest in her when he wasn’t hypnotized, so whatever she felt for him she knew wasn’t returned. If she did tell him, what would he say?
He’d be furious. She’d feel the same way if someone had done to her what she had done to Ric. Theirs was a relationship based on lies, and that would never work. Coupled with the fact that only one of the parties even knew there was a relationship happening.
She stepped out of the chamber and grabbed the one piece underclothing Ric told her would keep her warm under the leather gear. It looked like long johns, only made of a material she’d never felt before. Soft and amazingly warm.
When she went in search of Ric, she found him on the bed, apparently sound asleep. She slipped in beside him and kept to her side of the bed, not wanting to touch him.
That wasn’t exactly true. She did want to touch him, wanted to curl up against him and feel his strong arms around her. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now, not again. She was through with lying—to herself as well as to him. She might have fallen in love with Ric, but he’d never know it.