by Sabrina Kade
“Of course I don’t want that.” Unable to resist touching her, my hands find her hips, and thankfully, she lets me rest them there. “I want you to talk to me. Feel comfortable with me. That’s all I ask. I don’t need bay-beeze if you do not want them. I only want you to feel comfortable speaking to me.”
“I am comfortable speaking to you.”
“About everything. Why you really will not Choose me as your mate. Why you hesitate. I know it is not simply the age difference. I know it is not your female friends. It is something else.”
“Fuck,” she hisses, pushing a hand through her messy, dark hair.
“Later,” I say, squeezing her hips.
“I didn’t mean it like that—”
“I know.” I dare to smile at her, hoping to lighten the mood. Things have gotten intense. Really intense. If I’m not careful, Arizona will flee. “I do not understand why you must keep secrets from me. Everything you have told me, I have accepted. Do you honestly think I did not know who you were when I initially took you to my bed?” Her eyebrows lift, but color does not flash across her cheeks. She is so different than other females. So good at hiding her emotions. “I knew it would not be easy, but when I saw you, my hearts called to you. I did not care about your age. I did not care about your experience. I wanted you. For myself. And when I want something, Ari, I want all of it. I don’t want pieces of you. I want all of you.”
“Drozass.” Her voice is low and shaky. It surprises me, honestly. “You don’t know what you’re asking. The real reason why I can’t take a mate—”
“You must tell me. I won’t tell anyone else. You can view me as one of your female friends if you must. Give me a chance, Ari. Let me prove I can carry a secret. Otherwise…” I trail off, and Arizona’s head lifts, curiosity written all over her light brown face.
“Otherwise, what?”
“Then, I am not going to let you touch me. In any way.”
She grows defensive. “What makes you think I want to touch you? Maybe I’m excited about this proposition.”
“Ahh, but I know that you are not.” I gently curl my fingers through her hair, arching her neck back. “I know how you smell when you are around me. I scent your need. Even now, holding you like this, you are frightened of no longer being able to touch me. And I will also not touch you, Arizona. Is that something you would like? To no longer feel my cock in your pussy? To no longer taste me? To no longer have me taste you?”
She swallows hard.
I’m pushing my boundaries. Any moment, she could pull away, and I may never touch or taste her. Am I doing the right thing? Perhaps I should be gentler with her, but no. Maybe with other females, but I cannot play games with this one. If she does not tell me her secrets, I can have nothing to do with her. It will be difficult, but I cannot have a mate if I cannot have every part of her. And this particular female has many, many parts. She will be a challenge, but I have never turned away from a challenge. I would not be here otherwise. And even as Arizona thinks over my words, I detect arousal. Her need. She worries about losing what we have. She is weighing her options. Not wanting to give her too much time, I reach down with another hand and tug gently on the curls covering her cunt. She gasps, losing focus. “Are you ready to tell me? Or we do we end this right here? Right now?” I lean forward and lick her neck. “Are you ready to lose me? Because I am sure as scheita not ready to lose you.”
“You won’t tell a soul?” she asks, voice hitching at the end.
“I won’t speak a word.”
She relaxes in my grip. I never imagined that I could get Arizona to bend to my will this way. It makes me realize how deep our connection truly is. I’m not sure another male could threaten not to touch her, and she would grow so upset. I love that. Love that she might want me as much as I want her.
“Does this mean we have a deal?” I swirl my finger around her sensitive clit, and she throws her head back before turning to me, hot and frustrated. “I keep touching your body, and you give me your words. Your secrets. Your past?” She nods. But it’s not enough. “Say it to me.”
“We have a deal.” She shakes her head. “I’ll tell you everything… please.” Her eyes grow hooded, and she’s so needy that I’m surprised. “Drozass, I need you. Now.”
My eyes widen. “Is this a trick?”
She shakes her head. “No trick.”
I pull her closer, slamming my mouth into her hers, pulling my hand away from her cunt to steady her. She responds fully, and in a matter of moments, I’ve shredded the top covering her breasts and thrown the discarded fabric across the lair. Her breasts mash up against mine, and my cock immediately seeks the warm, wet cavern between Arizona’s legs. She’s not fighting me. And though this could all be a trick to silence me once more, I want to believe that Ari is better than that. She has made a promise to me.
I expect her to keep it.
I lift her body higher into my lap, so that way, I can steady over right over my cock, but not right before making sure I have her full attention. “You would not lie to me, yes?”
She shakes her head. “I’m not lying. I’ll tell you if it’s so damn important. But please. Fucking first?”
I am only so strong. Without another word, I nod and lower Arizona to my cock, gasping as the connection begins, and her arms wrap tightly around my neck.
“Thank you,” she gasps.
“You do not need to thank me,” I say, smiling because I know that she cannot see my expression with her face buried in my neck. “Is this what you wanted? Were you afraid of losing this?”
She nods, refusing to meet my gaze and starting to rock her body against mine. The friction against my cock… words cannot describe how good she feels against me. We have not fucked in a while, and it feels as though I have come home again. She is warm. Wet. Needy. Hopefully, I have not allowed myself to be like every other male in her life. But I don’t want to believe it. She has given her word. I saw the look of despair on her face when I gave her the ultimatum. She will never know how afraid I was that she would meet my bluff. Could I have so easily let her go? I am not sure, and I’m happy that I don’t have to find out.
She rocks up and down my length, and I can take no more. I must kiss her. I must see her face. Nudging her with my shoulder, she lifts her head and covers her mouth with mine. My cock bobs inside her, feeling her hot, needy mouth against mine, the scent of her almost overpowering every other sense I have. This kiss does not lie. I feel no betrayal here. But I do think she is frightened.
“Do not be afraid,” I whisper between kisses. “Your secrets will be safe with me.”
She nods, still looking so unsure. “You say that now. But what happens—”
“No more talk.” As much as I want her to spill her darkest secrets, it is difficult to focus while burying my cock inside her. When I want nothing more than to kiss her voluptuous mouth and touch her soft, supple curves. I had no idea an alien could feel as though they were built for me. I’ve experienced plenty of pleasure with Arizona in the past but knowing she is going to reveal her past sets me ablaze with lust. My sack is full and my cock erect. I am worried that the right (or wrong?) motion will force my seed to spill. Maybe that wouldn’t be such a terrible thing, though, so I hold Arizona closer, pushing her up and down the length of my cock, listening to those throaty little gasps of pleasure that come from her mouth.
“Drozass,” she gasps, hiding her face from mine once more. I don’t mind so much. She digs her blunt nails into my skin and tears at it, as though trying to find purchase, but I rock her harder. More quickly. Making sure she can’t ground herself. Find herself in control again. I want her to lose it. “More,” she rasps into my ears. “Oh, God, Drozass. Please more. You don’t know how good this feels.”
A hiss tears from my throat, knowing how much she wants me. I increase the pace, moving Arizona up and down my cock at such a speed that her long, dark locks fly. But she doesn’t complain. To others, I may seem as though I’m
being rough, but Arizona takes everything I give her.
Knowing she has that much strength… that much spirit… that much desire…
I feel the changes in my body. I’m not going to last much longer. I fit so well inside of Arizona, and she’s letting me take charge. I want her to come with me, so I dip a hand between her thighs and seek out the bud between her pussy lips that brings her pleasure. I keep thrusting, and as I feel myself losing control, Arizona stiffens at my touch.
“Yes,” I say against her ears, as she shudders. “You are close, Ari.”
“So. Are. You.” Her voice is as strained as mine. We’re both barely holding on.
We both want the other to come first.
We both want to please the other.
I pull Arizona closer to me. “I will come if you do.”
She nods hard, seemingly lost in her lust, but it’s enough to permit me to gently pinch her clit as I thrust in deep. Her cunt spasms and I feel her come undone, just as I do. Incoherent words fly from both her and my lips as we climax as one. I want to keep going, but when Arizona goes limp in my arms as the last of her aftershocks rock through her tiny, toned frame, I slow. There is no need to push her too hard. She has given her word. I have given her a pleasure session that has left her weak in my arms.
Looking down, I notice her eyes are still half-lidded. She looks as though she’s trying to pull herself together, and feeling her wiggle slightly, I remove her from my cock and settle her down on her back on the sheets. I lay beside her, watching as she continues to catch her breath.
“Not bad?” I ask.
She doesn’t turn to me. “Not bad.”
But she smiles. Oh, scheita, she smiles up at the ceiling, and the sun rayers hit her glistening skin. She has no idea how beautiful she is. How cute. She is sexy, yes. My Arizona is sex. But behind closed curtains, she’s soft. Vulnerable. Self-conscious. Shy. Happy. Fragile.
I can’t help myself and wrap my arm around her shoulder and pull her body up against my chest. She lamely attempts to stir.
“I’m not one for snuggles after fucking, you know.”
I smile into her hair, kissing the top of her head. “I think you are.” I pull her closer, and the struggles lessen immediately. I want her to feel safe in my arms. As safe as she ever can be. “And I think what we did was more than just not bad. Can’t you humor me a little, Ari?”
“I suppose it was a little better than not bad.”
I can’t stop the chuckle that rises from my throat. I suppose I can’t push her too much, too quickly. I will take what I can get. “But I do think it is time for a chat, don’t you think?” She stiffens. “Are you not ready? If not—”
“No,” she interrupts, still all but shaking in my arms. “I might as well tell you now. No reason to put it off any longer.”
I swallow hard, and for the briefest of moments, I wonder if I am truly ready to learn the past of a top working Intergalactic Call-Girl.
Arizona’s lips part.
I guess it’s too late to take it back now.
Chapter Seven
Arizona
I want to tell myself that Drozass will be okay with what I’m about to say to him. I’m feeling especially vulnerable at this moment, naked with his large, scaled body pressed up against mine. The entire lair smells like sex; heady and earthy, but it’s not an altogether unpleasant scent. I’m coming to like the smoky, sweet scent of Drozass. The taste isn’t bad, either. I smile to myself, wishing this moment could end just as it is right now. I don’t want to talk about my past, but I don’t like going back on my word even more.
He pulls me closer. “If you are not ready to speak, I will give you more time.”
I frown. “I’m ready. I’m thinking about how best to word it.”
“There is no right or wrong way to speak about your past, Arizona. Say what is on your mind, and I will listen until you are finished.”
If only he knew how difficult this is for me. Everything I stand for will shatter at my feet if I hear myself say it out loud. Alaska is not afraid to speak of it around me, but she will not say anything to others. She knows the damage this could do to my reputation, and default, hers. Kansas is probably the same way. All my family members know the sins I committed, the things I have done to save my skin. I want to believe that even if Drozass no longer wants me after hearing what I have to say, he will not ruin future assignments for me. I take in a deep, shuddering breath, trying to keep the words separate from the images from the past. I don’t want to picture that night. But it happens without permission as I close my eyes. “It happened on Sidetha.”
Drozass stiffens but doesn’t say anything. I wonder if he’s surprised that my terrible secret took place on his homeworld. If he wants to urge me to go on, he’s got damn good self-control because he remains silent. He doesn’t ask me to elaborate. He doesn’t ask me to hurry up. He merely waits as I gather myself.
“There were five of us on this assignment. Myself, Alaska, Dakota, Kansas and… Washington.” He stiffens, offering nothing. Aliens have noticed the missing member of my family, but most are wise enough not to ask. It’s a part of the lifestyle. You lose people occasionally. Traveling planet to planet is exhausting, and aliens can’t always remember all the rules and protocol. I lick my lips. “Washington was doing her usual thing, hooking up with a side piece while on assignment. That was her way, you know? I always warned her it was a bad idea, but she always promised to never get her heart involved. She stayed true to that promise for the most part. I guess she thought Baxtus was different.” I dare to lift my chin. “Baxtus? Have you ever heard of him? He was a lower-ranked tothid.”
He shakes his head. “I am sorry, Ari. I am not familiar with tothids.”
He says nothing more, and immediately, I lower my head. “Well, whatever. Washington was hooking up with Baxtus, and I didn’t care. So long as my girls kept a strong head on their shoulders, I didn’t care what they did between assignments. But I could tell Washington was falling for the rich son of a bitch. He would show up some nights with naya flowers. He’d make promises about giving her extra credits so she could be comfortable. The whole thing. It was obvious he was rich, and I warned her to be careful on the night of the Soothax party. I suppose you’ve never heard of him either?” When Drozass shakes his head above mine, I continue. “Anyway, I’d heard that Soothax was a piece of work. Wealthy bastard. When we first arrived at his estate, we were asked to strip and stand on platters scattered around the tables. They ordered us to dance. So, we did. Things made me a little uneasy, especially the way Soothax was looking at me, but I blew it off, thinking he was just another creepy alien with too much credits. And that’s kind of when things started falling apart.”
I notice footsteps beyond the curtain and quickly lock my lips together, not wanting to risk anyone hearing this part of the story. It’s too shameful. Once the halls fall silent, I swear Drozass kisses the top of my head.
“Baxtus showed up to the party,” I say in a low voice. “I noticed the change immediately in Washington. She froze up, and Soothax began barking orders about doing what he paid her for. But she couldn’t look away. Not from Baxtus, and I guess this pissed off Soothax because he stormed up to the table and pulled her down. I felt his eyes on me, but I didn’t want to draw any attention to myself, and so I prayed and hoped everything would be all right. Spoiler alert. It wasn’t.”
Drozass hisses. “The tothids are not known for tolerance. Or kindness, for that matter.”
“Some aren’t,” I remind him. “I don’t like to lump everyone together. But I guess in this case, you are correct. Soothax had Washington standing before him, and though it was obvious he was humiliating her, it was like she was numb to all of it. And Baxtus? He didn’t do anything. He could have put a stop to the whole thing, but I swear, they were in it together. They locked eyes, Drozass. I swear to God, they locked eyes. Baxtus knew what was happening.” I begin to tremble in his arms. “Washington refused to
do what Soothax wanted. Going as far as rejecting him in front of everyone.”
“Refusing a tothid is illegal,” Drozass says in a rumbling voice. “Your friend… err, your family member. She refused a hosting tothid? But the punishment is—”
“The hunt,” I say in a low, raspy voice. “Yes, I know. The guards at the party read her rights. She would be tried as a Sidyth female. They would send her to the hunt. Her and twenty-nine punished female Sidyths would be sent to their deaths for the highers’ amusement. All a little too Hunger Games if you ask me.”
“Hunger games?”
“Never mind,” I say quietly. “She would be sent to the hunt. But for some reason, I wasn’t afraid. I knew Soothax, for all his pomp and blustering, had to be a reasonable male. I planned to set Washington free by doing what I always did when one of my girls found themselves in trouble.”
Drozass’ expression darkens. “You were going to pleasure him.”
For some reason, my cheeks grow hot. I want to believe it’s not a blush, but it’s something damn close. I hate the idea that Drozass must hear this part. How easily I give and take pleasure for the sake of my girls. But he needs to hear it if he’s so set on learning about my past. Because this part of the story is part of me – a part of who I am. I’m a whore. I have sex without actually being there. It’s my greatest strength. It’s what makes me so valuable. Aliens across the universe think I enjoy every moment with them when actually I’m somewhere else entirely in my mind. Hopefully, Drozass can understand this. “I had to. It was the only way. I’d heard that Soothax liked pleasure.” My nose scrunches up. “But he didn’t want that.”
“Didn’t want pleasure? Didn’t want pleasure from you?” He sounds surprised. “What else could he possibly want?”