Love Galaxy (The Intergalactic Dating Show #1)

Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

Briar

I sink into our kiss. Sorin’s such a fast learner. We kiss with abandon. We kiss with passion. We kiss with love, until I’m practically resting my full weight on him, and he’s stroking his four hands over my body, squeezing my ass, kneading my fleshy hips, rolling my nipples between two fingers. Until I’m grinding my hips against his stomach, desperate for friction, positive I could come just like this. Just from being touched and loved and… Worshipped is the only word to describe what Sorin’s doing. Sending butterflies stampeding through my stomach. Sending my heart racing like a high-powered steam train.

I force my knees back into action long enough that I can straighten to remove my outer clothes, tossing them to the floor. Then I’m reaching for Sorin again.

Sorin who’s staring at… “Oh, yeah. I forgot I’d put that on.” I glance down at the bra that isn’t really a bra, the one with no fabric where the cups should be. It isn't super uncomfortable, in a I’m-prepared-to-wear-this-for-the-love-of-my-life sort of way. And I wouldn’t really recommend it as the bra to wear when you’re fighting against your own alien abduction.

“I thought it would be funny, wearing it during my interview with Chloe. A dirty little secret nobody but you and I would know about.”

“I—” He stumbles over his words, clearing his throat. “I?—”

“Very eloquent,” I agree with a laugh, relishing the fact I still have the ability to turn him speechless. “Do you want to know something?” I ask, trying hard not to grin and failing. “The cameras are still off,” I glance at the closest GoPro, double checking that the red light still isn’t on. It feels strange not being recorded. Not having to sneak around. Not having to keep our hands to ourselves for fear of being the subjects of our own pornography production. “To the bedroom.” I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist, and point toward the closed door.

Sorin easily holds my weight, carrying me across the room. He even has a free hand to open the door, and then he’s laying me on the bed with such gentle caring that warmth spreads through my veins.

I swear every minute I’m with this man I fall more deeply in love with him. And now that I’ve made my decision to stay, I’ve got no reason to keep holding back. This moment is quite literally the beginning of our happily ever after.

Sure, there are still a few loose ends that need our attention—like determining how we’re going to ensure Mr. Smith really does take Lydia safely home. Like finding out who Mr. Smith’s boss is and who owns the company producing LOVE GALAXY. If they think I’m not going to make a fuss about being abducted because I’ve fallen in love and have opted to stay on Ril II, they’re delulu.

Oh, and I’ll need to hear the words straight from Harlee’s own mouth before I’m a hundred percent convinced she, too, wants to stay.

But all that can be left until tomorrow for Future Briar to deal with.

Briar right here and now is too focused on releasing Sorin’s cock, with every intention of making this a night to remember.

Sitting up, I reach for him, running my fingertip around the edge of his long slit, examining in close detail exactly how all this works. Maybe, if I were to lick…

Sorin’s hips thrust forward, and he bites back a groan, his upper hands reach for me even as he tucks his lower hands behind his back, evidently trying to restrain himself as much as he can.

“Harder.” He bites out the word between clenched teeth, and his voice is hoarse with tension.

“Harder?” I press two fingers to one edge of the slit. It opens a fraction, and I catch a glimpse of the tip of his cock. It’s leaking pre-cum already.

“Harder.” But he grabs my wrist, like he’s going to tug my hand away. His eyes are pressed tightly closed, and a muscle jumps in his cheek.

“Hey, hey.” I tug him down, until he’s sitting on the edge of the bed, then push on his shoulders. He could easily resist me, but he doesn’t and instead lies down, his legs dangling over the edge.

I straddle his thighs, trailing my fingertips across the tight muscles of his stomach. If I listen closely enough, I can actually hear the soft tap tap tap of my nails over his scales.

“Relax. You’ve got all the time in the world.”

“I am not going to last nearly that long.” He arches his back as my fingers return to his slit. I push harder this time, and it reminds me of popping the seal on a jar. His cock thrusts out, clearly determined not to miss its chance. It arches proudly toward his stomach, absolutely delectable looking.

My cheeks ache with how much I’m smiling. Which is when I realize I’m still wearing my panties. I yank them down, but they get caught around my knees. I’m hurrying so much that I’m fumbling.

Sorin grabs the fabric in two hands and tears. The lace splits at the seams, falling away. I’m too desperate to give a fuck about the waste, and I’m lining him up with my pussy before I’ve even thought about how we’re going to make everything fit.

Sorin’s not a small man. Like the opposite of small. I can’t touch the tip of my thumb to the tip of my longest fingers. And we might’ve gotten pretty handsy over the past ten days, but it’s been years since I’ve actually taken anyone inside.

I bite my lower lip, as I sink down. It’s painstakingly slow, and I’ve got to keep adjusting the angle, rolling my hips. Still, it feels amazing. Especially when he slips a hand between my folds, finding my clit.

“Fucking hell.” My back arches, and when my knees almost lose their ability to hold me up, I slip down several more inches. The stretch is real. On the verge of being painful, but somehow that only magnifies the pleasure, and suddenly my orgasm is ripping through me.

My vision blurs. I’m a human-shaped bundle of nerve endings. I’m a waterfall. I’m floating on the clouds.

I’m panting and shaking, and I might be blabbering about how much I love him. Or perhaps that’s all happening in my head. It’s hard to keep track of reality when you’re losing your fucking mind. As my internal muscles undulate, I slip down farther, and after that it’s a smooth ride, until I’m sitting flush with his hips.

Sorin’s got his eyes closed again, and his mouth is silently moving, like he’s trying to distract himself to keep from coming. I kind of wish I could’ve lasted more than half a fucking millisecond. Then I remember that I’m a woman, and that women can have multiple orgasms, and I’m suddenly feeling greedier than ever.

I lean forward, pressing kisses to any and all of Sorin I can reach. I luxuriate over him, loving how strong he is. Loving how I never have to worry I’m going to squash him. If anyone’s going to be doing the squashing, it’s going to be him.

“Flip,” I demand, digging a finger into his chest to get his attention.

“What?” His eyes flutter open. He’s holding his jaw so tightly he can barely speak.

“Flip us over. I want every inch of me to be consumed by you.”

There’s another pause in which he’s probably waiting for his brain to process what I’ve said. Then he flips us with precision, so I’m lying on my back and he’s over me. The movement causes his cock to slide out a little, signaling the beginning of the end.

He touches a hand to my cheek. “Beautiful.”

“Yeah?” I’m greedy: I want to hear him say it again.

“Yes. So very beautiful, Briar.” Suddenly he’s a machine, his hips thrusting as if he’s trying to make up for lost time. It’s the slap of flesh against flesh. The creaking of bed springs. The bang of the headboard hitting the wall. It’s music.

Then his whole body is tensing, and without even having to be asked, he pulls out. I grab his cock in two hands, pumping, and he comes in long spurts, gushing over my fingers, painting our stomachs in cum, the best and most beautiful interactive artwork I’ve ever seen.

“Briar.” Sorin rolls to the side as he falls onto the mattress, narrowly avoiding falling onto me, and I settle against him, his shoulder as my pillow. “Briar.” The way he says my name reminds me of a prayer, and he slips one thick thigh between my legs.

“Oh!” My eyes widen, as he rubs his smooth scales against my lubricated clit. He’s the right mix of firm yet malleable muscle, and each of his circular scales has just enough of a bump to them that it feels a little like I’m humping an obliging foam massage roller. I grind against him, shameless in my chase, and then I’m falling over the finish line, safe in the circle of his arms.

It’s a long time before either of us speaks. All I can think about is how wonderful I feel and how much of an idiot I was for taking so long to realize I could never leave. Ril II is my new home, for better or worse.

There might not be any coffee shops, and I’m never going to eat takeout again. But what I do have is infinitely more special. Real friends and family. Meaningful work on the farm. A beautiful, rustic home.

And Sorin.

Always Sorin.

“Are you going to watch LOVE GALAXY, when our episodes eventually air?” I ask, breaking the sleepy silence.

“I do not know.” He rolls over, taking me with him, and resettling more comfortably, my back to his chest, all four of his arms around me, holding me close. Treasuring me. “Are you?”

I shrug, twisting a little so I can look at him over my shoulder. “Maybe. I’m a little curious,” I admit. “I want to see our story from your perspective.”

“My perspective?” He sounds genuinely surprised. “It was so easy for me to fall in love with you. The easiest decision of my life.”

“Show off.” I nudge him with my elbow, fake scowling.

He laughs, and it might be the first time I’ve heard him laugh. So happy. So comfortable.

“I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving you,” I vow. And he’s right: it is a very easy decision, indeed.