Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Axel
“Back to being naked in front of each other,” I said, smirking.
Mia had been touching me, obviously interested, before we had been guided into the separate decontamination rooms. I was completely turned on.
And it wasn’t helping my situation to walk into a room with T’ukka and strip.
His cock, his body, again looked so fucking tempting.
T’ukka’s intense purple eyes were on me, and I could feel what he wanted. I could see the evidence of it in his thickening cock, and my body’s response to it. I was painfully hard, leaking pre-cum. Ready for him in a way I never thought I could be for a man.
His sexuality was aggressive and a little wild, edgy in a way that I could understand might stoke fear in his people.
But it did nothing but turn me on. I wanted to slam each other into things while we were fucking.
I wanted to be rough and raw with him. “If you want to wrestle naked again, I’d be into it. ”
“Shut up,” he growled, pulling off his clothing and depositing it into the decontamination bin with his communicator.
He stepped through the door and I followed him, ready to be sprayed by the blast of intense water, and whatever else they were doing to us.
I had no comprehension of the process, and wondered if the commander really was that paranoid about germs or if he just had fun torturing us.
Hell, maybe he got off on it — if the Aunga’ri got off on anything.
This time in the decontamination room, instead of standing across from each other T’ukka abruptly yanked me close, his big hand gripping the back of my neck, pulling me to face him.
I didn’t fight him because I knew what he wanted, and I wanted it, too.
I could feel his every thought and desire.
There was no point in worrying about sexuality, about the fact that he was male.
He was inside my mind, and the connection that produced was intense and sensual, made me want to be inside him in other ways.
He leaned down and slammed his mouth against mine as the jets fired all around us, and he didn’t know what he was doing but we were finally joined.
T’ukka tasted fucking delicious, and I needed more.
I sealed my lips against his, shutting out the chemical spray, and it was hot and wild.
We wouldn’t be able to stop kissing until the spray ended, because we couldn’t let any of that into our mouths.
My cock was so damn hard, and even though his body seemed less responsive than mine I felt him thicken against my stomach as his tongue pushed into my mouth.
I didn’t care about anything at the moment but touching him as intimately as possible, and I gripped his face and held him close to me, stroking his tongue with mine, finding out what made him groan.
I loved the feel of his erection against mine, hot and pulsing and leaking sticky fluid all over me.
“Turn 180 degrees,” the cheerful, helpful computer said, repeating the command in Aunga’ri.
T’ukka pulled away, breathing hard. We both closed our mouths again as the spray started up, and he reached for my hand and gripped it.
I felt his curiosity about his arousal above all else.
T’ukka didn’t break the skin to skin contact even as the jets hit us everywhere, and what was painful on a flaccid cock only made me harder.
Or perhaps the rough treatment was arousing him, and I was connecting with that emotionally.
I tried to tune into him and, sure enough, he felt closer and closer to orgasm as the spray intensified.
I grinned a little, thinking about the ways we could torture his dick.
“I think I’m jerking myself hard before every decon from now on. That feels so much better,” I groaned as the jets finished their cycle and we were instructed to move to the dressing rooms.
Uncharacteristically, T’ukka let out a sharp laugh.
Then he looked at my hard cock and licked his lips.
I shoved him down on the floor, and I wasn’t gentle.
We were both warriors, and I was going to take what I fucking wanted.
I used a move that was a combination of Aunga’ri martial arts and good old-fashioned jujitsu.
On the floor I kissed him again, our mouths wild against each other, our cocks rubbing together.
He spread his legs, wrapping his long, muscular limbs around me, and I moaned as we pressed together, feeling the pulsing heat of his arousal as his cock touched mine.
I was also feeling his mind, wild and full of need.
He shifted as the kiss deepened, and my hips rocked in a natural rhythm.
And fuck, I had forgotten about the tentacle thing until it wrapped around the head of my cock and applied suction. I shuddered hard.
He pulled away and grinned. “You like that.”
“I like that,” I groaned, pressing my body into his hard muscles.
I grabbed his cock, slick with his ample pre-cum, and pressed it against mine.
“Can you fit us both?” He groaned and adjusted the position, and we both completely lost it then, fucking my hand together.
The slick slide of our cocks against each other was something I’d never expected to be sexy, but he pulsed, throbbed, and the sensitive head of my erection was being milked by his alien appendage right alongside his own.
His pleasure was intense and full of wonder, and I could feel it all, compounding my own until we both exploded together in a mess of cum. And fuck, he came a lot, shooting loads all over my chest and his own as his body shuddered hard and I held tight to him, kissing him fiercely.
It wasn’t enough, and I could sense that from him so I crawled around, straddling his face and offering him my cock as I kissed his massive throbbing dick.
My cock was still sensitive from my orgasm, but I wasn’t sure I cared as I tasted him for the first time.
He was sweet and sticky, like a delicious treat, and when he wrapped his soft lips around me I almost lost it once again.
I knew I could go again quickly after an orgasm but this was a little ridiculous, fueled by our psychic connection, hot and wild.
I wrapped my mouth around his cock and sucked hard, desperate to get him deep, wanting to stuff him down my throat, take all of him.
Or maybe he was desperate to push fully into my mouth and I was just that connected to his desperation that I opened wide, angled my jaw, and took as much of him as I could, rubbing the rest of his shaft roughly while he bucked under me.
His hands were buried deep in my hair, holding me close.
It didn’t take him long for him to come again, and with our connection I came with him, making a mess of his face as I licked up his cum like it was a delicious treat.
What had come over me? “Holy shit,” I laughed, trying to dispel the worry that had come into his eyes, pouring out of his veins like sweat. “Well, whatever that is, it makes us both come like crazy.”
After a moment he sat up and moved away from me again, and I could tell he was trying to gather himself, so I let him be— as much as I wanted to touch him, to explore the differences between his body and mine.
I had a sudden mental image of him under us, Mia sitting on his cock while I pushed inside his ass.
Or her ass, or pleasured myself with his special suction toy.
“It’s called an iek’el. The tentacle,” he said.
“Only those in my caste are likely to have one so large. In ancient times, the times of legend, the males of my caste came into power by having a group of lovers, of fierce warriors and strong females who all bonded with him intensely. It was likely just a genetic anomaly, but some ancestor of mine took advantage.”
“The Bhesai Ker’el,” I breathed. He glanced at me and smirked. “What? I can read. And once you mentioned it once, I did my research.”
“Right, so it’s said that the princes held their power by being loved so fiercely by their Iek Ker’el that those men and women would do anything for the prince, even die for him.
It’s hard to tell what is reality now, though.
Surely some myths are just overblown stories.
” He leaned back against the wall and I ran a hand down his cock, which was still semi-hard.
“She’ll like the shape of you,” I said, fingering his cock. “Mia, I mean.”
He sighed and stood, grabbing the clothes that had been laid out for us. I could feel the conflicting emotions in his mind and I let him be, wondering what he was afraid of.
“I’m afraid of controlling you,” he said, as if I had asked aloud. “I don’t have any desire to own a person, to have them make that large a sacrifice against their will. The violence of the outcomes during that time...” He shuddered and shook his head. “I would not wish it upon you.”
“Because you like me?” I asked as I slipped on my pants and pulled my belt closed, then reached for a towel and tried to clean up some of the cum on my chest before putting on my shirt.
“I don’t know. I don’t understand what I’m feeling.
” He was putting on the weapon harness he often wore, buckling buckles and adjusting things, and frankly I wanted to leave it on while I fucked him.
The way the supple, dark synthetic animal skin hugged his muscles was sexy as fuck, providing ample places for me to grip him as I slammed into him roughly.
I shook my head and tried to clear my mind, and he glared at me. “Can you stop thinking about fucking?”
“I’m trying. It just keeps happening. Something about our connection, maybe.
The idea of being able to feel everything you felt as we try every damn thing, including with Mia?
That’s the definition of temptation.” I grinned at him.
He groaned and turned away from me, grabbing his boots from the box on the floor.
“Sorry, sorry, I’ll stop. I’m thinking about all the boring things. High tea with my grandmother.”
“Thank you,” he gritted out.
I put a hand on his shoulder, feeling the tense muscle there, the warmth of him, the smoothness of his skin, and I tried to rub a little of that tension away. “It’s okay to need time. With me and with her.”
“What was that feeling you just felt for me?” he asked, meeting my eyes.
I hesitated then took a deep breath, figuring there was no reason to keep it quiet. “Love. It’s part of our friendship. Good friends love one another. And our friendship is intensified by the emotional connection, and now obviously by the sex.”
“Why did you hesitate?”
I shrugged. “With human culture, with my culture specifically, we avoid talking about emotions. There will always be hesitancy. I’m British.” I smiled. “But I love you, and you can feel it so I see no point in hiding it.”
He studied me and nodded, and I felt a warm emotion I often felt from him, his own love for me. “Thank you for overcoming that and explaining. Let’s go get our woman.” He stopped and stared at me, and I laughed.
“Our woman it is.” I winked, and he rolled his eyes.