Chapter 9
Chapter nine
Logan
“Seriously, Logan?” Commander An’Mu’ol asked, folding his hands across his desk. “You were explicitly instructed to stay away from the tail.”
I grimaced. “I couldn’t get him to talk, so I thought I could get into his head.”
“And how is that going for you?”
“I’m mostly wanting to, er, get into other parts of him now,” I muttered, combing my hand through my hair.
If I wasn’t imagining it, the commander almost laughed at this.
“But I think that winning his trust is better than just grilling him.” The commander rolled his eyes, shaking his head, but signed off on my new plan.
“Don’t lose sight of the mission. Olzi, we’re expecting you to give us information, or you’re off the ship.”
Olzi ducked his head, kicking his feet a little.
I laid a hand over his, trying to reassure him.
“I think he needs to be deprogrammed from all the brainwashing,” I said.
“Cix had it easier, because he was already a spy, but sometimes Olzi says things that make me think most Vul aren’t acting of their own free will. ”
Olzi frowned, his eyes darting up to meet mine, and I shrugged. “What?” he whispered.
“Fine,” An’Mu’ol said, standing. “I’ll give you one week. If you can’t fuck the information out of him by then, we might need another approach.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “That was not my plan.”
“Listen, this is only because I see how he is with you,” he said as we walked out the door. “I don’t think anyone could fake that level of desperation. And I think he may come to understand how his people are in the wrong as he gets to know you.”
Olzi huffed. “I am not desperate!”
Ra’odah nodded. “I see what you mean, commander.” Her voice was as stiff and cold as it had been when I’d first met her, and I watched for any sign that she might be upset, or that she might secretly want us to be hers.
But she stalked out of the office ahead of us, ignoring us.
Hearing that she was listening to a sexy audiobook had done things to me, and I’d allowed myself to nurse a little hope that maybe it was about me, but when I invited her to join us for a bit, she again gave me the cold shoulder.
So we parted ways, and I led Olzi back to my room.
“So, this is it.” I spun in the tiny space, spreading my arms. “So much better than your cell, right? There’s an ensuite bathroom.
We can order food here, or go to the cafeteria, but I’m guessing you might not be well-received in the cafeteria.
” I opened the small bathroom, which was basically an oversized cabinet.
Everything had to be folded out and arranged for the different bathroom functions, which was a bitch if you really had to take a leak.
“How does Cix do it?”
“Use the toilet?” I asked. Olzi laughed, rolling his eyes. “His work as a spy and recent mission with Axel has earned him a special place in the heart of these people.”
“The same mission that got me arrested,” Olzi muttered, walking around and picking up a knickknack from the desk, turning it over in his hand.
“Yep. That’d be the one. So, what should we do? Relax in luxury?”
“It is luxurious,” Olzi said, laughing. “My toilet was right next to my bed, so it’s an upgrade.
Yours is across the room behind a little door.
” He paused and looked around, and I tried to ignore the strange, itchy restlessness under my skin, even though I knew what would stop it.
The only thing that could stop it, was standing right in front of me, looking around with wide eyes.
The commander had requested that we turn on the interior biometric lock on the door, but otherwise, he was free to roam.
Or murder me, but I didn’t think he’d do that.
He’d be in a world of pain if I wasn’t around to give him the pheromones or whatever it was that soothed his need.
We stood there like that, staring at each other, and I shuddered.
If I gave in to the feelings running through me, I was afraid I wouldn’t be able to stop fucking him.
We’d be useless for days, immersed in each other.
“Interesting what the doctor was listening to, huh?” he said, wandering around, touching things.
Nothing in the room was mine. I wasn’t sure who had used the room before I had, but there were some personal things still in it that no one had bothered to deal with.
He picked up a photo of someone’s purple grandma and showed it to me, eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, I think the person who used to live in this room might have died. I try not to think about it in case they’re haunting the place.”
“Haunting? What’s that?”
“Like a ghost? Um, after people die their soul, their essence floats around and spooks people.”
“You think the previous owner of this room is incorporeal and invisible now and he’s going to watch us fuck?” He looked like he was about to laugh, and somehow, I finally felt like I was seeing the real man behind all the bullshit. Olzi was a trash talker. Olzi thought we were going to fuck.
“We will not be fucking. Not until I figure out what’s going on with Ra’odah. Let’s play a damn VR or something.”
He hesitated. “But touching. Right?”
I sighed and tugged off my shirt, watching as he followed suit, and arranged the pillows that made the bed into a couch of sorts, patting it.
The bed/couch thing was raised a few extra feet off of the ground for storage, with a platform around it to help you get up, and I couldn’t help but imagine sex positions as he climbed up, crawled across the mattress, and sat down next to me.
He was so freaking gorgeous that I wasn’t sure I’d ever get enough once I’d had him.
I’d never pictured myself sucking dick before, but I wanted him in my mouth more than I wanted chocolate cake.
And Aunga’ri desserts sucked, so I wanted chocolate cake a fucking lot.
As we slipped the VR goggles on, it was a bit like hanging out with one of my friends back home, except we sat much closer.
He had one leg sprawled over mine, and his tail slipped around my waist. Our arms touched, and he pressed closer.
Right, so not much like a friend at all.
I’d never wanted to reach out and grab a friend’s dick.
With Olzi, my hands roamed idly over his body, finding the spots that made him purr. I fucking loved making him purr.
“It feels so good,” he whispered, and I knew exactly what he meant.
Touching him skin to skin was like the delicious tingly feeling of someone scratching your back when you had an itch.
Except that it sent strange waves of possessiveness and desire through me.
I reached for the VR goggles, ones I’d borrowed from Axel, who’d been able to get some of his stuff somehow, and handed Olzi a pair and the glove controller that went with them.
One hand controlled the game as I walked him through how to play a racing game that was loaded into it, and one hand, well, one hand was free.
I didn’t intentionally grab his dick. Not exactly.
I started with my hand on his thigh, just enjoying our connection as we trash-talked our way through a race, then I stroked my way across to his stomach, wanting the enhanced sensation of bare skin.
It was an idle touch, and I couldn’t really see him, but as I skimmed my hand lower and lower, it became more.
I found the waistband of his pants, fingering the elastic there, and slipping my hand down underneath, looking for a comfortable way to sit.
That was all it was, right? A comfortable way to sit, so my arm wasn’t weirdly bent.
Under his pants, my fingers slid further, feeling the strange silk of his skin, which was lovely really, and he moaned softly.
I couldn’t help myself. Everything faded from my mind except the knowledge that he wanted me to touch his cock.
I stroked gently around the base of his shaft, finding him already hard, and finding…
“Hold on, how did I forget that you have two fucking dicks?” I said, pushing off the mask.
He already had his mask pushed up, and there was a blissed-out sort of expression on his face.
I grabbed for the edge of his sweats and yanked them down, watching his alien cocks bounce free.
He didn’t have pubic hair, and maybe that was true of everyone of his species.
He only had two gorgeous shafts arcing up from his flat stomach.
His balls were round and pert. I lifted him onto his hands and knees, exploring his body for a moment.
My hands roamed down the narrow indentation of his waist to the cute curve of his ass, and I spread, examining his silky skin, making him arch against me.
I leaned forward, unthinking, and kissed the lovely curve of his ass.
His skin was like very fine fur, but there was no hair anywhere but on his head, and it was so damn sexy.
I teased at the crack of his ass, licking and kissing before dropping my head further and taking one of his balls into my mouth.
He groaned, and I sucked harder. Then I flipped him over, crawling forward and exploring the two cocks, which really seemed to be one cock that branched at the base of the shaft.
Only the lower part of his cock had a slit for cum.
The upper part was smaller and slimmer, but when I ran my tongue over it, it made his hips shudder.
“This cock, this body is mine,” I said. Clearly, I was losing my mind. “Understood.”
“Yes,” he whimpered. “All of me. Your property, yours to use as you like.”
I couldn’t possibly be in love with him, but the heady feeling that I got every time I touched him was addictive, and I didn’t know if I would ever get enough of it.
I wrapped my lips around his bigger shaft, sucking him into my mouth.
It wasn’t as if I knew anything about sucking cock, or sucking two cocks, but I desperately needed to have him in my mouth.
Circling my tongue around his head, I lapped up the moisture he was leaking.
Fuck, I hadn’t expected him to taste so damn good.
I groaned, my cock pressing uncomfortably against my pants as I took him deeper, glancing up at him to find him staring down at me, eyes wide.
“Why does that feel so good?” He whispered. “And yet it’s so weird.”
I lifted my head, giving the head of his cock one last longing swipe with my tongue.
“It’s not weird. It’s delicious.” I winked.
“I love getting my cock sucked, though if we’re being honest, it’s been a while.
And if we’re being even more honest, I’ve never sucked a guy before myself. So I don’t know if I’m doing it right.”
“You’re doing it right,” he said, raising his eyebrow.
I stood and stripped off my pants and underwear, kicking them aside, watching as his eyes widened when my cock sprung free.
When I’d first finished treatment, I hadn’t been able to stop playing with my cock, which had changed color like the rest of my skin, and grown like the rest of my body.
So maybe I’d been into dicks for a while, because I found my new cock beautiful, too.
I ran a hand down my length, and he whimpered.
I couldn’t believe that his lovely little body was mine, and I kissed and licked my way up his torso, stopping only when I reached his mouth.
Our kiss was explosive, and our bodies slammed together, our cocks rocking desperately against each other.
I pumped some lube over myself, then slipped between his two shafts, cradling us both as I started to fuck.
He writhed beneath me, and I held eye contact as I pinned him in place, rocking my hips as I enjoyed the delicious slide of his erection against mine.
“I’m too close,” he whimpered.
I shot him a wicked grin, brushing my lips against his throat, breathing in his heady, masculine scent. “Me, too.”
“But I want you inside me.”
“Not this time. This time, I want your cum coating my hand and dick. I want to fuck the mess you make of me until I explode all over your stomach.” He writhed harder, his abs tightening and his hips shooting up into my hand as he finally lost it, and I was right.
The warmth of his cum around me, the way his cocks twitched, releasing their delicious seed over my hand, it was enough to drive me over the edge.
I slammed my lips against his, riding out the wave after wave of luscious orgasm.
“Oh fuck,” he whimpered as he shuddered against me, his gorgeous little body coated in both of our cum. I bit my lip, wondering if Ra’odah would be as turned on by this scene as I was.