Chapter 27
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
We managed to behave long enough to eat something, but that was about how much self control we could muster.
The moment the dishes were cleared, Aster pounced, his human legs wrapping around my waist as I carried him off to the bedroom.
No matter how much I tried to resist, I couldn’t get enough of him.
And honestly, I was tired of trying. I just had to admit to myself that there was very little this adorable alien could do to drive me away. He was too sweet to resist.
Our tongues tangled, and I managed to get as far as the bedroom door before getting distracted and pressing Aster up against the wall next to it.
He moaned when I ground our hips together, fingers digging into my shoulders like he couldn’t stand an inch between us.
Same went for me, so we were on the same page in that regard.
When he pulled his mouth away to suck in a breath, I went for his neck instead, sucking lightly along the juncture where neck met shoulder.
“Enzo…” Aster breathed.
I didn’t acknowledge him at first. I was too distracted by a question that had popped up in my head.
Could Krezikians get hickies? Because I kind of liked the idea of marking him.
I was pretty sure most of the people on this ship knew he was taken, but it couldn’t hurt to make it a little more obvious.
Aster’s back arched, and he moaned louder when I sucked hard on the spot I’d been focused on. “E-Enzo!”
Releasing the abused flesh, I studied it with more than a little satisfaction.
The spot in question was darker blue than the rest of him and large enough that people were sure to notice.
Lifting my gaze to explain myself to Aster, I stopped myself when I took in his expression.
He looked wrecked already, his hair disheveled and his lips swollen from our kissing.
When I rocked my hips again, he started clawing at my shoulders, whimpering desperately.
“God, I shouldn’t like hearing the sounds you make so much. It’s going to make it really hard for me to go back to work. I’d much rather spend my time in bed with you.”
“Y-You aren’t in bed with me now,” he pointed out breathlessly.
I smirked at the distinction, palming his ass as I pulled him off the wall and made the distance to the bed.
He let out a squeak of surprise when I dropped him onto the soft surface, eyes widening when I unbuttoned my uniform top slowly while watching his expression.
I knew a few tricks to take it off quickly, but it was more fun this way.
He sat up when I tossed the material aside, but I stopped him before he could reach for me, putting my hand on his chest and forcing him to lay back down. He had done so much to take care of me since I arrived. I wanted to return the favor.
The Krezikian clothing had no buttons or zippers.
It was a comfortable stretchy material that I only needed to pull over Aster’s head to remove it.
Climbing onto the bed with my knees on either side of his hips, I took the opportunity to explore a little.
The few times we’d hooked up, we’d been in too much of a hurry to truly explore.
I ran my hand down the center of his chest, admiring the muscles and soft skin.
He was hairless everywhere but on his head, which was interesting.
And honestly, preferable. I didn’t love a ton of body hair.
There was nothing less sexy than pausing in the middle of sex to get a hair out of your mouth.
Dipping my head, I swirled my tongue around a nipple, grinning as he gasped and arched, his fingers sifting into my hair and tightening just enough to keep me in place. It wasn’t until his lower half shifted and some mischievous tentacles went after my pants that I pulled away.
“Nuh uh. You’ll get your turn. Put those gorgeous tentacles away.”
His face flushed a darker shade of blue, eyes flicking between mine. “You… You like them?”
“Hell yes, I like them,” I smirked. “And I want to feel them again. But it’s my turn to play right now, and you’ll distract me if they’re touching me. Put them away for now.”
He looked overjoyed to hear it, and I made a mental note to tell him more often how much I liked him just as he was. Yes, the alien thing was new, but so far, I hadn’t found anything I didn’t like.
His lower half shifted to his human form again, and I rewarded him by reaching between us to stroke his erection.
I could tell how hard he was trying to stay still and let me do what I wanted, little trembles wracking his body, but he kept his word and kept his tentacles away.
Thankfully. I wasn’t lying when I said I would be too distracted if he had them out.
I’d only felt them in my ass once, and I was dying to feel it again.
Returning to my original plan, I gave the other side of Aster’s chest attention, his noises like music to my ears.
It wasn’t until I started going lower that he spoke up, his head shaking rapidly.
“E-Enzo, if you suck me, I’ll–” He arched and gasped as I mouthed at him through the cloth of his slacks. “P-please!”
It wasn’t my intention to push him too far, so I ignored the way my mouth watered to taste him again. As long as I was working on this ship, we had plenty of time to explore each other.
Sitting on my heels, I pulled off his boots and slacks, grinning at the sight of him naked beneath me.
Krezikians didn’t have underwear since their human half was rarely in use.
I’d asked about that, curious why they could change back and forth.
It was apparently an evolutionary thing to protect themselves.
They could change their forms to blend in with whoever they were around.
Human legs weren’t the only change they could make.
Voo had enjoyed showing me all the forms he’d changed into in the past.
“Aren’t you going to take off your clothes as well?” Aster asked, both curiosity and hopefulness in his eyes.
I pursed my lips thoughtfully. “I don’t know. I kind of like you naked and debauched beneath me while I’m still dressed.”
It surprised me when his bottom lip stuck out in a pout. I barked out a laugh at the expression, shaking my head. “Who taught you how to do that?”
He shrugged, his grin a little sheepish when he explained, “I watched many of those things called films on our journey here. I prefer something called a ‘romcom’.”
Of course he did. It didn't surprise me in the slightest that Aster liked romantic comedies. He was too sweet to watch something like horror.
“And did your romcoms teach you anything else?” I asked, pulling my t-shirt off and tossing it aside.
He took in my body with a greedy expression that did a lot for my ego.
I wasn’t a bodybuilder, but I kept in shape.
I had to, not only because of the physical fitness assessments we had to do every year but because I needed muscle to do my job.
Some of those bolts were stubborn, even with the right tools.
It seemed to be enough for Aster because I had to prompt him to get him to answer me. “Aster?”
Blinking up at me, he frowned for a moment, confused. I smirked. “What else did you learn from your romcoms?”
“Oh!” He blushed a little before answering.
“Um, they did something like this a lot. I’m not sure why, though.
” He bit his lip, slowly dragging his teeth along the flesh, leaving it shiny with spit and a little darker from the attempt.
Yeah, that was hot. If he did that to me from across a room, I wouldn’t be able to resist.
He made a surprised sound when I dropped myself on top of him and captured his lips again. That sound shifted into a moan when my hands moved to his ass, gripping and kneading the mounds before slipping a finger between the cheeks to brush over his hole.
We still had the issue of needing lube, but the thought barely crossed my mind before Enzo switched his lower half long enough to drag one of his tentacles over my palm, covering it in lube, before switching back.
I didn’t even get a chance to take a good look at what made his mating tentacle different. Oh well, a curiosity for another time.
“Roll over,” I commanded, urging him onto his front.
He did without hesitation, fingers already gripping the bedding beneath him in anticipation.
I wouldn’t keep him like that, I wanted to see his face, but it made prep easier and a little quicker.
Since we both seemed to be getting antsy, I figured quicker was better.
By the time I was three fingers deep, Aster was writhing and wailing.
I’d had to force him onto his hands and knees at one point because he started humping the bed, too worked up to stop himself, and now he was thrusting back against my fingers and begging like he couldn’t take it much longer.
I wasn’t any better, my cock trying to bust through my clothes like the damn Koolaid Man.
How he managed to get me this worked up every damn time we were in bed together was beyond me.
There had to be some kind of alien magic involved. I usually had better self-control.
Pulling my fingers free, I ignored Aster’s cry of protest, trying to wrestle my pants open with one hand so I didn’t have to ask him to switch back to give me more lube.
When he glanced over his shoulder and saw my struggle, he was quick to flip over and help me, knocking my hands out of the way and yanking them and my boxers down my thighs.
I wrapped my fist around my cock the second it was free, spreading the rest of the lube along my shaft.
Aster watched with a hungry expression, licking his lips like he wanted to eat me.
“Later,” I practically croaked. “I need inside you now.”
Grabbing his hips, I yanked him closer, stuffing a pillow underneath him to better support him. Then, before either of us could lose it completely, I notched my cock against his hole and slowly pushed inside, pausing just past the first ring of muscle.
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut in a desperate attempt to keep myself from slamming inside him immediately. He was so tight and hot, and I wanted to bury myself in him, but as far as I knew it was his first time in this form, and I didn’t want to hurt him.
“Enzo…” Aster complained, shifting restlessly beneath me and causing me to slip another inch inside him.
“We have to… go slow…” I gritted out. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“It doesn’t hurt,” he rushed out, wrapping his arms around my shoulders and pulling me closer. Sinking into him another inch only made us both moan, and Aster’s fingers dug into my shoulders. “It feels so good. Please, Enzo. More.”
What little control I had left shattered, and I thrust my hips, burying the last few inches inside him.
I paused only long enough to make sure he was okay before pulling out a few inches and thrusting back inside, my eyes rolling into my head at the way his body tightened around me with every thrust.
Ever read in romance novels about guys going feral during sex?
I always thought that was made up. I sure as hell never felt like that while with past partners.
It wasn’t until this moment with Aster that I felt like I’d completely lost control.
My thrusts turned rough, and the grunts I kept making made me sound like some kind of animal.
Aster only encouraged me with his wailing babbles, his tight little body clenching around me and driving me wild.
I sure as hell felt feral the longer this dragged out.
If I didn’t come soon, I might go completely insane.
No sooner had the thought crossed my mind that I felt the telltale tingle in my balls. Aster’s voice had gone up an octave as well, and I knew he was close, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I wanted to feel him as well before all this was over.
“Not yet, Aster,” I pleaded. “I want–” My eyes rolled back as he clamped down on me, and I barely held back my orgasm by the skin of my teeth. Aster too, by the looks of him. He had his eyes squeezed shut, and his grip on the blankets was white knuckled to the extreme.
I couldn’t hold back much longer, so I leaned in to whisper, “I’m going to come. Then I want you to shift and use those tentacles on me to get yourself off. Think you can do that?”