She snorts. “I have been known to bite.”
“Hmm. Did he want a second round?”
“I don’t know. I left town afterward.”
“Was the cock biting the reason why you skipped town?”
“No,” she says with a laugh. “I’m a bit of a nomad.”
“I don’t mind that.”
“You don’t mind that I’m a nomad? Why should you mind that?”
“I don’t know.”
She shakes her head at me and surges ahead.
I have to hurry to keep pace with her.
We reach the top, and not thirty seconds later, there's a loud whirring sound. A plane flies by real close, too close, and I flinch and duck down. Isabella doesn't pay me any attention, her eyes fixed on the plane. It comes back around for a second pass, and then, on the third pass, Isabella bends her knees and jumps.
She fucking jumps onto one of the wings of the plane. She walks across to the other wing and then jumps down a considerable distance.
Fuck me. What a daredevil! What a woman!
I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve meeting her, but I am so utterly captivated by everything that is Isabella that I’m going to go out of my ovian mind.
This is my punishment, I realize. Because Father knew what he was doing when he sent me here.
He wanted to give me a taste of freedom. He might even want me to find a woman to care about, to even possibly fall in love with. So far, Father hasn't kept any loving, happy couples apart.
With me, he will. He’ll make an exception. He’ll assign me to a certain woman, and he’ll force us to have sex, to be together for the rest of our lives. If he finds out that I’m unfaithful to her, he’ll have me killed.
In that moment of perfect clarity, I hate my Father. I hate him with every fiber of my being because I know him. I'm certain this is what he wants to do to me, and I can't have this. I won't have this.
Which means that no matter what happens, I can’t fall in love with Isabella or any other woman here.
My cock might already love her, though.
Fuck me. What am I going to do?
The plane is flying away now, and I watch after it, wishing it would come back, wanting to jump onto the wings as she had, wanting to hold onto the wings and let the plane fly me away from here.
I'm ruined. She ruined me. Somehow, a chance encounter has ruined me, and I'm done. Father's well on the way to winning because I know that if I stick around with Isabella long enough, I'll fall for her hard. I'll love her. Her personality meshes with mine. She's fun-loving and daring, and she knows how to make my cock happy.
Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me sideways.
Isabella turns over her shoulder and stares up at me, her dark eyes shining brightly. Now, her cheeks are flushed, enhancing her beauty. She’s thrilled by what she just did, and it’s not hard to know why. There’s a rush that comes from doing something dangerous, and it’s intoxicating.
She’s intoxicating.
Ovian. I’m so ovian fucked.
6
Isabella
Harrison gave me the time and place and the date, but he didn’t think I would be here. He didn’t think I would have the guts, and then when I told him that I signed up to do the military training session, he assumed I wouldn’t be there even more because he thought I was a shoo-in.
Yeah, well, I fucked that up, but I wasn’t going to fuck up this.
When Strol arrived and we had that marathon sex romp, I made sure to pay at least some attention to the time. I knew it was a bit of a risk to cook the meat, but I don’t prefer to eat anything raw except for fish. I like my meat hot, thank you very much, and yes, Kurian heat is perfect, thanks for asking.
Because of the military training session, I was afraid Harrison would change his mind and not take the detour, but he’s a good friend of mine, and he’s the one who dared me to attempt the feat in the first place. He told me to wait until the third pass, and I did, and when I jumped, time stood still. I thought I was flying. My feet land on the wing, and I race to the other wing and jump again.
Now, I’m really flying.
When I land, I just stand there, amazed at what I did. The rush that overwhelms me brings a tear to my eye, and I’m grateful that my back is to Strol. I wipe the tear away, and I regain my composure.
I turn around and stare up at the Kurian. He’s looking back down at me, and his expression is one of shock and admiration.
It’s an image I want to sear into my memory because no one has ever looked at me like that before. Most everyone I know thinks I’m crazy. They don’t understand me, and I don’t have it in me to break myself down into pieces that they can understand. I’m me, and if people can’t accept me for who I am, that’s their problem.
Already, I’m beginning to suspect that Strol isn’t like most. He’s cocky, to be sure, but I like cocky, even more so because I think I can put him into place if need be, but I’m not sure there will be a need for me to.
What the hell am I thinking? I already told him I’m a nomad, and even though he said he’s fine with that, what does that even mean? I’m not inviting him into my life. I didn’t even invite him into my bed. We used Mother Nature as our bed, and I still feel like I need to brush more dirt and pebbles from my back. I’ll probably be all black and bruised and have rug burns from sliding up and down on the terrain here from our session.
Yes, I know I don’t have a bed, so I couldn’t invite him into my bed, but that doesn’t change anything. He’s not to be in my bed.
Why not? There have been a handful of guys who I had sex with more than once. Not many. I’m not meant for a long-term relationship. I just… I need spice. I think I need variety too. At least that’s what I also told myself before.
We’re just staring at each other, each lost in our thoughts, and Strol recovers first. He rushes down the mountain toward me.
“You’re amazing. That was amazing. You walked across a plane like it was nothing! You’re a complete badass!”
I burst out laughing. “Did you like the show?”
“I did. Will there be an encore?”
“Hmm. I don’t think so.”
“Damn. I would’ve loved to have done it too. You should’ve told me! I would’ve done it.”
“I’m sorry. Harrison wouldn’t have been ready for two thuds on her wings, and you might weigh too much.”
“Are you calling me fat?” he demands, hands on his hips.
“You have no fat on you whatsoever, and you know it,” I tell him. “It’s just that gravity has a stronger hold on you than me, for instance. That’s all.”
“I do have a strong gravitational pull,” he says. “A real magnetic personality. Don’t you agree?”
“I think it’s more that your cock is a magnet for pussies,” I say dryly.
“What about your pussy?” he asks hopefully. “Because I think I feel like my cock is being drawn that way.”
As if to illustrate his point, Strol walks toward me rather awkwardly, with his pelvis front and center as if his cock is pulling him toward me.
“You’re absurd,” I tell him, but I can’t help smiling.
He bumps into me. “Bad cock,” he says.
“Bad cocks get slapped,” I murmur.
“But maybe they get kissed and rubbed afterward,” he says hopefully.
“Are you sure you want to find out? Because that might not be the case.”
“You know it’s the case.”
His tone, that look… I shiver. A heat-seeking missile, that’s what he is, and he’s spreading his delicious warmth right through me.
A part of me wants to grab him, to kiss him, to allow him to have his way with me. I won’t deny it. Whenever I do something that makes my adrenaline kick in, I do become incredibly horny, and after the plane-walking stunt, I am horny.
But there’s more to life than sex, and maybe I want to see what all of that relationship nonsense is all about.
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bsp; Not that I want to date Strol. I don’t even know the guy.
But I do know that I enjoy riding him, that his cock has thick veins that I want to lick and kiss. I know what it takes to make him come, and I want to fill him explode inside me again.
No, we didn’t use protection, and I have no excuse. I always make sure I have condoms on me—both kinds, for guys and for girls. I don’t want to become pregnant.
But I don’t have anything to worry about. Everyone knows that Novans can’t get an Earthling woman pregnant unless he makes her orgasm and unless they love each other. Yes, Strol is a Kurian and not a Novan, so this might not hold up, and yes, he made me come multiple times, so that’s not an issue if we did want to become pregnant.
But I don’t love him, and he doesn’t love me.
Then again, Stroll is a Kurian, like I said, so he has an Earthling mother. That means that love might not play a role after all.
We really should be careful just in case.
The thought of not feeling his ridges as he enters and pushes and thrusts inside me makes me not want to have sex all the more. Still, it’s fun to tease him, so I pretend to reach down toward his cock and then reach around and grab his ass instead.
I pat it a few times. “You have a cute ass, you know that?”
“I’ve never been told that before?”
“No? Well, it’s true. Don’t let that go to your head, though.”
“Don’t worry. I have a small ego. Large cock but small ego.”
I burst out laughing. “That is impossible.”
“What is?”
“For a guy to have a small ego while having a large cock.”
He grins, the glint in his eyes reckless and spellbinding. "So, you do admit that I have a large cock."
“I didn’t say differently.”
“And I know how to use it, don’t I?”
Damn him.
“Possibly.”
“Oh, come now. I made you curl your toes.”
“Lots of women curl their toes when they orgasm,” I point out.
“Yes, but right here…” He touches between my eyebrows. “It goes completely smooth when you come. When it’s building, it’s all scrunched up, and then it just relaxes, and you look so free.”
I turn away from him. That’s way too intimate, and I’m more than a little uncomfortable that he knows that about me. How can I be so unnerved by that? I mean, yes, it’s a detail hardly anyone has probably ever observed before, and it shouldn’t matter. I imagine Strol’s here on Earth for a reason, and he’ll have to go off soon. And me, I’ll go on doing whatever I feel like.
I feel like doing him.
Damn my hormones.
“You know,” Strol starts conversationally.
I turn back to eye him curiously. If he noticed that he unsettled me, he’s ignoring it, which I appreciate. I have to think that if he can notice that kind of specific detail during our sex romp, that he’s not going to miss much of anything.
“I’m a bit of a daredevil myself,” Strol finishes.
“Are you now?” I eye him up and down, not doubting his claim for a second. “Well, why don’t you prove it then?”
He laughs. “You’re begging for an excuse to keep me around long enough until you’re ready for a second round, aren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I retort. “Besides, a woman is always ready.”
"That's the thing. Novans and Kurians alike can go far longer and far closer together than Earthling males. At least that's what I heard. You can tell me if I'm wrong."
“I don’t know. I haven’t slept with a large enough sampling of Novans and Kurians to be able to adequately compare them to Earthlings,” I tease.
“You haven’t slept with a Novan or a Kurian, have you?” he demands.
“Besides you? Why should it matter? You’ve fucked Earthlings. Kurians too?”
He nods slowly, and then he shakes his head. “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I asked that. I shouldn’t have.”
Strol. He’s jealous. Fuck. That bond glue thing, is it working on him too? Is that why I asked him to prove it? Because I want him to stick around?
No. I'm just curious and have a good time with him. That's all. Why shouldn't I want the good times to last as long as possible?
“You look tired,” Strol murmurs softly.
I eye him. He’s right. The adrenaline high from my plane-walking stunt is leaving me. Combined with the meal after our sex romp, and I’m surprised that I’m still standing.
“I am a bit bushed,” I admit.
He tilts his head to the side. “That’s a new one,” he murmurs.
“Yeah, I’m tired. Sorry.”
“I figured it out and without my chip.” He winks.
“That wasn’t a hard one to figure out,” I protest.
“Maybe not, but if you’re tired, you should sleep. When you wake, prepare to be amazed because I will show you just how much of a daredevil I can be.”
“Hmm. Fine, but…” I hesitate.
“What is it?”
“I don’t want you to wake me by, ah…”
He’s completely serious, and it strikes me that he knows when to joke around and tease versus when to be solemn. “If you don’t want me to touch you sexually during your sleep, I won’t. I don’t know why you think I would.”
“Oh, it’s just because you mentioned about wanting a woman to suck you off.”
“Oh. That.” Strol laughs and shakes his head. “You need to sleep and recover. I don’t want to interrupt that, but maybe another time, I will kiss you awake. Would that be allowed?”
My heart skips a beat. “Bold of you to assume there will be another time that I sleep in your presence.”
"Bold of you to pretend that you don't want a second round, which would constitute as sleeping together."
“Bold of you to act as if you know me.”
“Bold of you to want to keep me at arm’s length when I’ve already touched every inch of your body.”
I wag a finger at him. “You haven’t kissed every inch of my body.”
“Not everything has to be done all at once,” he murmurs. “We don’t have to rush, do we?”
“No,” I say, flustered.
I never feel flustered. What is he doing to me?
“I’m going to find a spot to lie down on the mountain. It takes a long while to head down, and…”
“That spot over there looks nice.”
He points to a tree that I actually had slept underneath during a previous trek up the mountain. Moss grows on the tree and some of the rocks underneath it, the stones nestled in the roots.
“What about you?” I ask. “Aren’t you tired?”
“No. As much as our romp had been a serious bout of cardio, I opted for deep sleep on the ride here, so I don’t need to sleep yet.”
“Deep sleep?” I ask through a yawn as I make my way over to the tree.
He trails behind me, not too close so he doesn’t seem to be hovering. “I can explain later if you’re interested.”
He's keeping some distance from me, not just physically but emotionally. He's allowing me to decide if I want to get drawn deeper into him or if I want to keep this purely sexual.
Fuck, but I don’t know what I want to do.
That’s a lie. I know I want to do him again and again.
But do I want things to just be casual? Or do I want to take a risk?
Daredevils take risks.
But can two daredevils truly have a long-term relationship? Especially when at least one of them has never had a serious relationship before?
I have no idea, and I don’t want to think about this anymore.
I lie down and close my eyes. Something soft is draped over me, and I just snuggle into place more, settled and comforted, not opening my eyes as sleep whisks me away into dreamland.
7
Strol
Watching Isabella sleep does something to m
e. She’s wrestling with something, her mind causing her to retreat into herself, and she’s not telling me what she’s thinking. I want to ask, but I also don’t want to push her. She’s entirely comfortable with her body and sharing it when she wants to, but her mind is another matter altogether.
I have a feeling she doesn't share her heart easily, either.
And that’s fine. In fact, I prefer it. I don’t want to be with someone who falls in love easily because, chances are, they’ll fall out of love just as quickly. No. When I find love, I want it to last.
But if I do find love, I’ll have to keep her hidden from my father.
Which means Mom can’t meet her either.
And maybe not even Sarah because Sarah doesn’t always think clearly, and she’s slipped her tongue before and said something she shouldn’t have. I can’t blame her for that. Father has a way of wrangling the truth out of people.
But I want to protect Isabella. I want to keep her away from my father, but the only way to do that might be to let her go.
Ovian. Why am I even thinking about any of this? It’s her choice if she wants to be with me. For right now, we’re just two people who have sizzling chemistry of the sexual kind. That doesn’t necessarily mean we’ll work long-term. All of my worries might be for nothing at all.
But I hope that isn’t the case because she does mean so very much to me already.
It's terrifying, honestly, and I pace and pace and pace. The sun sets, and the moon rises. Isabella sleeps peacefully. When she first lay down, I covered her with fallen branches from a nearby tree, the leaves long and soft. Now, I hunt around and find more branches and make myself a bed of sorts to sleep on. Nothing and no one has come near us in hours. I've started to wonder if that's because of me, that my alien presence has caused the local fauna to flee in fear of their lives.
As soon as I lie down, my thoughts and worries and fears all fade away, and I sleep easily.
A hand touching my forehead brings me back to awareness.
“That’s not my cock,” I mumble.
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