Chapter 9 Holly
I was in bed with Burr’k, and not only was he completely naked, having stripped himself of his snow-soaked loincloth, but he was hard as granite. His cock pressed against my ass, and his chest rumbled loudly from our close contact.
“Stop, Holly.”
I shivered at the way my name sounded on his lips, so low and growly.
Feeling suddenly lucky, I decided to throw caution to the wind and grab life by the horns. Literally. I reached up behind my head, my palms cupping his smooth but still very masculine jawline. I moved up and up until I caressed the base of his horns.
Horn touching was like kisses; there were many types, like a chaste peck on the cheek to something sexy and sinful.
Meant to protect their already thick skulls from deadly blows, Xarc’n horns became sensitive when touched lightly.
I’d seen the mated hunters bump heads with their offspring and rub their horns together, and that was supposed to be tender, caring, and playful.
But I’d also heard plenty of stories about horns being erogenous zones in the right situations.
His reaction was swift. His arms tightened around me, pressing me to his front. His hand, which had been spanning my belly, moved up to cup a breast. And his head dipped to bury his face in my neck. His hips moved, grinding his alien-shaped cock against my ass.
I knew that Xarc’n cocks were different from human ones. It wasn’t a single shaft ending in a head, but a series of ridged bumps, like multiple flared tips stacked in a row, each one larger than the last.
The change was sudden. One moment, Burr’k was holding me from behind, and the next I was on my back with a very virile and massively muscled Xarc’n warrior caging my body. And damn was it freaking hot.
Burr’k’s hips jerked, and his cock rubbed insistently against my thighs. I shifted my weight to rub up against him, and he growled. I sucked in a breath, suddenly overwhelmed with desire.
“Stop,” Burr’k growled again, “or I’ll take this as an invitation to fuck you.” He buried his face into my neck and inhaled. “Krux! You smell so good. I wish to bury my face in your pussy and lick you until you scream. Is that what you want, Holly? Or do you want me pounding into you?”
The lust that bulldozed into me turned every last brain cell into begging hussies.
Where had this dirty-talking version of Burr’k come from?
And where was the grumpy warrior from before?
Had I finally cracked his shell and gotten to the real hunter beneath?
If I had? Then, damn! I’d hit the jackpot.
“Yes,” I hissed, not caring which one I got. “All of it.” I was so turned on, I’d take anything as long as it was Burr’k.
Something seemed to crack with my words. With a loud growl, Burr’k ground his erection against the front of my body. I gasped, and he continued to grind against me, each thrust of his hips rubbing his cock up against my clit. A series of moans escaped my lips.
Then he was trailing kisses and nibbles down my neck and collarbone, his hands exploring my body.
He caressed my breasts possessively before reaching around to try to release the clasp on my bra.
Not wanting a few hooks and eyes to slow us down, I helped, and soon my bra was on the floor of the shuttle, and so were my undies.
I reached for his cock, curious and eager to touch it. The skin was like velvet, stretched tightly over iron. Each segment swelled into a thick ridge before narrowing again, the flares growing progressively wider toward the base. I slid my fingers over the first sections, squeezing lightly.
Burr’k groaned, and I found myself pressed back down onto the mat.
“You can explore me later. I need to taste you.”
How could I argue with that?
He started at my breasts, nipping each nipple lightly before moving down my body, covering me in licks and kisses. My hands rested on his horns, the perfect handlebars, and guided him eagerly down.
“Spread your thighs for me.” He grasped my knees, moving them apart.
Then he was there, his breath hot against my mound, fingers spreading me and exposing me to him. Excitement had me shuddering as he leaned in and swiped his tongue over my clit. Lick after lick, the tension in my body rose, and my grip on his horns tightened.
When he pressed two thick fingers into me, I cried out even though I was already soaking wet. It had been so long, and I wasn’t used to the feeling. If the appetizer was this intense, how was I supposed to survive the main course?
Then he was pumping into me as he licked, and there were no more brain cells left to contemplate. All I could do was feel.
The sound of my panting grew loud in the shuttle, sounding so desperate that I couldn’t recognize it as my own. I also didn’t recognize the thin scream that ripped from my throat as a climax tore through me.
“Krux. I cannot wait. You are driving me wild,” Burr’k rasped as he positioned himself over me, his thick fingers threading through my hair.
His fangs pressed to his lips like he was trying so hard to control himself.
But I didn’t need his control. I needed to feel more of him in me. I wanted all of him.
“Please,” I begged, hooking my ankles around his hips to urge him on.
With a snarl, he pushed into me. He was huge, and for a single moment, I worried I couldn’t take him. I dug my nails into his biceps as he rocked into me, every movement forcing his huge alien cock deeper.
When the first sections popped in and my muscles clenched around the first narrow part, it was like something in Burr’k snapped, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.
He started to fuck me, hard, and I was reduced to a screaming, crying mess as the intense sensations threatened my very sanity.
Pleasure and pain mixed, flooding me all the way to the tips of my fingers and toes as the second thick section filled me.
There was still one more section, and I was already so full of him that it seemed like there was no more room inside for anything else. But there was, and he continued to piston into me, forcing me to take all of him. The entire world centered around where our bodies joined.
“Fuck,” he growled. “You feel so good.”
My only response was a wordless gasp, which dissolved into another scream that echoed through his shuttle, and he continued to fuck me. The shape of his cock meant that every thrust had the ridged bulges rubbing ruthlessly against a spot inside me that drove me wild.
Above me, Burr’k rutted into me like a beast as another orgasm tore through my body.