Chapter 16
Rosie
My everything hurts. I shift and groan as my tense muscles pull. My pussy is throbbing and a kind of sore I've never imagined. I'm not even sure I can close my legs anymore.
That's when I realize Rexus isn't there. I'm completely alone in bed.
I don't like the sinking sensation that comes with that realization. We were both clear about what this is. Neither of us are looking for love or a relationship. So what is this hollow sensation all about?
The door slides open, and I clench the blanket around me. Which is ridiculous because we've been naked and fucked for days straight. He's seen me from pretty much every imaginable angle.
Rexus draws up short just inside the door. "You're awake."
I nod. My throat is dry and aches. I'm so dehydrated it isn't even funny. There's no way I'm moving from this bed until I've had at least a gallon of water. While I'd managed a couple of bathroom breaks during the fuck-a-thon, there hadn't been time for anything else.
"You were out for a while. I was beginning to worry. I brought things." He adjusts the bundle in his arms. When he pulls a metal bottle free, I could sob. Except, I can't because I'm pretty sure even my tear ducts are dried out right now.
I struggle into a sitting position and gladly take the bottle from him.
The blanket pools at my waist as I sip at the water.
I'm too tired, and modesty has gone out the window.
The water is cool, and I fight not to gulp it.
But it's been days since I've had anything, and I know enough to know that's a bad idea.
"We'll have to plan better before my next rut," Rexus says, setting the rest of his bundle down on the foot of the bed. It looks like a change of sheets. "Your needs were ignored."
I groan, unwilling to even consider another rut at the moment. I'm still lying in the mess of the previous one. My skin itches with dried fluids, and every muscle aches.
"How often do they happen?" I swear to fuck, if he tells me it's monthly like a period; I'm getting on the next shuttle home, debt be damned.
"Usually a couple of times a year." He steps back and puts his hands in his pockets. He's once again in a pair of low-slung, belted pants and his boots. His scales are shiny, like he just got out of the shower.
Ugh. What I wasn't willing to do for a shower right now. Unfortunately, I don't think my legs are strong enough to hold me yet.
"So we have time," I say with a lack of enthusiasm. The last few days have taught me that no matter how high my sex drive is, there is such a thing as too much sex.
"Yes." He looks awkward and uncomfortable standing in my room, and once again I wonder if I can really do this. Can I chain my future to someone who can't even be in the same room as me?
Rexus clears his throat and shifts in place. I think he's about to take his leave, so I'm shocked when he says; "Would you like help to shower?"
"More than anything. Mostly because I'm not sure my legs will hold me." He nods and toes off his shoes, which he'd left untied. His pants go next, and my eyes can't help but wander to his cocks. They're still impressive, even when flaccid.
"I'd thought as much. My own shower was a battle." He disappears into the bathroom, and a moment later, the shower cuts on. It's another long moment before he reappears.
He steps forward and pulls the blanket off me and pauses with his hands out. "May I?"
So, I'm not the only one feeling awkward. I'm actually comforted by that fact. I liked being together in our weirdness.
At my nod, Rexus slides his arms under my back and legs, then scoops me up into his arms. Warm steam fills the bathroom as he carries me inside. I inhale deeply, already feeling a bit better.
"It's warmer than I normally like. Please let me know if you need me to adjust the water." I brace for the heat as he steps into the shower. Instead, I'm hit by lukewarm temperatures.
"Do you bathe in cold water?" I squeak, snuggling closer to his body. He's no warmer than the water.
Rexus chuckles as he slowly lowers my legs until I'm standing on the cool tile. "I am cold-blooded. Cool water is optimal for comfort."
I would kill for a hot shower right now but I don't think I can manage it on my own so I resign myself to the water temp and allow Rexus to take most of my weight in one arm as he reaches around me to the shampoo.
His movements are quick and efficient as he massages it into my hair. The pressure on my scalp feels amazing, though I'm loathing trying to brush the tangles free.
Rexus angles me back under the spray and helps me rinse the shampoo from my hair. His fingers work through some of the smaller snarls as I wallow in the water. It's too soon before he's pulling me out from under the spray again.
"Can you stand on your own?" I test my weight and think I probably can. At my nod, he pulls away, leaving one hand on my waist. He puts his hand under the dispenser on the wall, and the sweet smell of vanilla fills the room as body wash pools into his hand.
I wonder yet again why the aliens stocked everything vanilla scented and pink and fluffy. Who was on the human informant team when they decided what human women liked? Elle Woods?
His hands are gentle as he smooths the soap over me.
Up my arms, down my sides. He's perfunctory when washing my tits but slows down over the curve of my belly.
I would have thought it impossible to get aroused again, but pleasure pools in my belly as he moves his hands around and up to wash my back.
After getting more body wash, he drops to a knee to wash my legs, stopping just at the top of my thighs. I spread my feet to give him access but he just eyes me warily.
"Rexus?" At his name, he looks up at me with something like regret.
"I hurt you." His hand comes up to gently cup between my legs. I won't lie and say I'm not tender and a little sore, but no damage done.
I grab his hand and tangle our fingers together until I can pull him to his feet. His face is solemn as he looks down at me. For the first time, I really pay attention to our height difference. He's at least a foot taller than me and built so strong, but he's so gentle with me.
Even in the middle of the rut, he didn't hurt me. Not really. Not in ways that could be helped. Of course, my pussy was tender and sore. He spent the better part of at least three days inside of me. Anyone would be sore after that, right?