Chapter 20 Tempting cargo should be locked in a secure location
CHAPTER TWENTY
Tempting cargo should be locked in a secure location
Garrison
AS SOON as I kissed Shohari, I knew this wouldn’t be enough. And when she stripped naked, revealing her soft amethyst and amber curves, I wanted nothing more than to explore her body and make her feel good.
She knelt over me, displaying herself, and I tried not to gawp as I traced her contours with my eyes.
Her clit was massive. If it hadn’t been attached down the shaft the way a human’s was, it would be just like a dick; it was certainly the size of one at rest, though hers was anything but.
Stiff and glistening, it protruded more than a human clit, the head easily able to rub against me when I was inside her.
Her entrance looked small, though. Must have been the contrast.
Purple labia fanned round it like one shimmering, rippled petal, thick and plump at the sides, thinner, longer and rounder at the back, concealing any sight of her arsehole.
I wanted my mouth on all of it, wanted to take my time with her, to learn how to touch her.
“Will you lie back and let me fuck you, Garrison?”
Or that.
My dick bucked, straining towards her. The human word sounded obscene on her tongue, and she said it so huskily, so confident, all I could manage was, “Fuck yes.”
Shohari slunk down my body to straddle my legs. She dipped her head, a sultry glitter in her eyes, and I sucked in a breath.
Slowly, deliberately, she uncoiled her long, thick tongue and flicked out the tip to taste me—then my cock disappeared into her delicious, exhilarating mouth.
Holy fuck.
Her tongue wound around and around me, hot and strong, reeling me in till I was gasping. She hummed, the deep tone of satisfaction vibrating my dick from base to tip. Aching pleasure gathered too swiftly, too much, as she drew up my shaft with hot, wet suction.
Shohari let out a low sound of approval at my breathy moans, licked a long stripe up my length, and shifted her body to mine.
I was lost in the slick drag of her cunt, the head of her clit rubbing the head of my dick. Her beautiful labia rippled over me as she moved, and I closed my eyes, focusing all my attention on what she was doing, how her body felt against mine.
My cockhead slipped inside her, and my world tilted on its axis. So fucking tight.
“You feel incredible,” I managed. I tried to stay still, to let her set the pace, but as soon as my cock nudged into her wet heat, it was as if she sucked me in, and I filled her in one thrust.
She took little breaths, as if getting used to the feel of me, the size of me, and gazed at me with shimmering eyes full of wonder. “So do you.”
Warmth bloomed in my chest. “Fuck, Shohari. I’m not going to last. You feel too good.”
Her lust-hooded eyes locked with mine, demanding my full attention. “You’ll last as long as I tell you to last,” she rumbled, and, fuck, I believed it.
She ran possessive hands over my arms, my chest. “Mine.” Her voice was soft, as if speaking to herself, and she dragged her gaze over me. “Look at this gorgeous body, and it’s all mine.” Her claws scraped down my chest hard enough to make me tremble. “You’re mine, cargo.”
Holy fucking hell. “Talking to me like that isn’t going to help me last, sweetheart.”
“No?” Her mouth split open in a full skeletal grin, sharp teeth glinting under the lights. “What if I tell you I own your cock? That it’s mine now?”
The sound I let out definitely wasn’t a whimper.
Her labia caressed my sac, an extra level of sensation I didn’t know I needed, and my entire body shivered.
Cupping her breasts, I brushed my thumbs over the tips.
She took a tentative slide up my dick, and we both gasped. Her cunt rippled in stutters, as if fighting her motion. When she began to ride me in small movements, I fought against the urge to take her hard and deep.
I sucked a big, puffy nipple into my mouth, loving the way it swelled to fill me. Everything suckable on her was big; I fucking adored it.
As soon as my teeth more than grazed her, it set off a chain reaction. Her cunt clamped down on me and sucked, a powerful wave shuddering up her pussy over and over.
Something engulfed my balls in gently suctioning heat.
I drew in a sharp breath, all my nerve endings alight. I imagined her labial frill moulded to me and, fuck, the edge of it moving further round to press on my taint.
My hands fell to her waist, her arse, pressing us together as if we could get that tiny bit closer. Not that I needed more than this—the feel of her body over me, her skin under my hands, her hot breath on my face, my neck, the guttural sounds of pleasure she made as we moved together.
“Come for me, cargo,” she said. “Now.”
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t lift her up to fuck into her because her body engulfed me, trapping me inside. But I didn’t need to move any more than the fraction I was afforded because of the suction.
Sweet holy fuck, the suction.
When I came, white light burst behind my eyes, her cunt milking me for all I had. Her body tightened on my balls even as they drew up, and I filled her with pulse after pulse of cum.
She pressed her chest to mine, connecting the length of our bodies, and I squeezed her tight. Her weight on mine was natural, warm, comforting.
When my orgasm finally receded, our bodies were still locked together. Though I loved the intimacy of it, those incredible ripples still sucked on my cock, and I gritted my teeth, focusing on the softness of her skin under my hands.
“Shohari, you’re incredible,” I breathed. “But please can you let me go now?”
She lifted her head from where she’d been tucked into my neck, and my stomach clenched at the sheepish look on her face. “I don’t know if I can.”
My heart pounded far too hard against my ribs.
Okay, Garrison, breathe.
I forced my voice to stay calm. “What do you mean?”
“My curl has locked us together.”
Right.
“I’ve noticed. And I like it,” I hastened to add, even though it was starting to freak me out. “I take it you can’t let go?”
She swung her head.
I let out a slow breath. Panicking would get us nowhere. “Okay. How long does this normally last?”
The way she clasped her hand to her face was so human, and for the first time, my brash, strong captain looked shy. “I don’t know.”
I had the overwhelming sense I needed to tread very, very carefully—not the easiest with my dick now ultra-sensitive and not in a good way. “Can you stop the pulsing?”
“I can try. I, ah, don’t have that level of control yet.” She spoke like someone who lacked experience, but surely she’d have said something if that were the case. Her confidence earlier had implied something very different. Hadn’t it?
“That’s okay,” I said. “What about if—”
I attempted to pry her curl from my balls, but it clamped down sharply, as if offended I should try to remove it. “Okay, don’t anger the grabby labia, got it.” I smiled, letting her know I was joking, that I wasn’t worried, but all she did was bury her face back against my neck.
I shuddered against a particularly strong wave and forced my brain to work. What information did we need for a solution? This was just machinery, and I could fix machinery. “Is this because I’m human?”
“I think… I think with another kri’ith it is the female orgasm that unlocks things.”
Shame hit my gut like a punch. We were stuck together because I hadn’t made her come? Fuck.
Yes, she’d told me to come, and no, her super suction pussy hadn’t given me much choice, but I’d fucked up. Especially as she’d plainly not done this before, and this was not the first time I’d want to give anyone.
I’d have asked the ground to swallow me up but then I couldn’t touch her. “Okay, sweetheart. I really want to make you come. What can I do?”
Pride stopped her from showing the vulnerability she must have been feeling. Maybe she was trying to work out how to tell me my dick just didn’t hit the spot for her, because she was clearly supposed to orgasm from penetration, or their whole anatomy wouldn’t work.
I brought a hand to her cheek and tilted her face to mine, kissing her softly, telling her without words that all of this was okay, that I wanted her, that we weren’t done yet.
She rocked needily, triggering a fresh rush of guilt. Whenever her clit rubbed my pubic bone, she gave one of those guttural moans, so I slicked my tongue over hers, reaching for her breasts. “Is that good, sweetheart? Can you use my body to make yourself come?”
Her gasps of need grew louder as I pinched and rolled her swollen nipples, but all too soon she sat up, cheeks flushed a deep magenta.
Frustrated desire flashed in her amethyst eyes. “I’m close. But it’s not enough.”
“Will you show me how you like to be touched?”
“You want me to… pleasure myself in front of you?” She looked scandalised, and yet again, my gut lurched and fell.
“I’d love to do it for you, but I think we’ve already established that our bodies are different enough that—” Fuck. Spit it out, Garrison. “That I don’t know how to make it good for you yet.”
Fucking mortifying. How could the most exciting sex of my life also be my worst performance?
I took slow, deep breaths. My softening cock was still trapped inside her—by her amazing but terrifying curl with its death grip on my balls. That wasn’t letting me go. Because she was still horny, probably against her better judgement by now.
Hold. It. Together.
“Shohari.”
She raised her head, uncertainty in her eyes, and I cupped her face in my hand. “Shohari, you’re–”
“What am I, Garrison?” Her eyes were frantic, as if she’d run away if she could. “I am not like human women. I do not have tender beauty or a soft, delicate body. I have a cunt that won’t let go of you.” She clamped her jaw shut with a clack.
I gripped her sharp chin between my thumb and fingers and tipped her face towards me. “You are stunning, Shohari. And you’re beautiful. The way you smile for me, just me. Your body is incredible, and makes mine feel incredible. We just have to get them working together the right way.”