25. Darcy
25
DARCY
T here were a lot of tears from both Cherry and Magnolia as they hugged goodbye. I kept it together – barely – sniffing hard as I gave her my own hug.
“Message me when you can,” I ordered her as I let her go. “Keep your comms tablet charged.”
Magnolia nodded, her eyes glistening. “I will. I’ve got my portable solar charger.”
After that, all there was to do was to see them off.
Garrek looked like someone had just asked him to eat the rest of that hunk of soap when he realized that Magnolia couldn’t ride one of his spare shuldu on her own. His face puckered, and I could practically hear the alien gears turning in his head as his gaze went from Magnolia, to Killian, to the shuldu. But there was nothing for it. Killian wasn’t old or experienced enough to ride with Magnolia.
So up she went with Garrek on his mount.
Cherry and Silar mounted their shuldu, too, Silar muttering something about needing to get home and get back to work.
I waited outside until the whole group, including all those big, lumbering cattle, were out of sight.
Fallon waited with me. I could have told him I was fine. I could have told him he could go get back to work.
But I didn’t.
“You will miss her,” he said softly when the sound of hooves had long faded.
“Yeah,” I admitted, my eyes burning. The sensation wasn’t helped by the blinding brightness of the now-high morning sun.
“But you will not be lonely,” Fallon vowed, voice fiercely determined.
I turned to face him. As if he couldn’t stop himself from touching me, his hands rose to cup my face. His callouses felt rough but so good on my skin.
My eyes fluttered shut.
“Do you promise?” I asked, voice warbling, like a whiny fucking idiot.
“I promise,” Fallon murmured. He must have bent closer to me after I’d closed my eyes, because I felt the brush of his breath on my mouth. Despite the morning warmth, I shivered at the sensation, my lips parting.
“Can we do the kiss thing again?” he asked, suddenly sounding heated. “I promise I will not try to remove my trousers afterwards if you do not want to-”
I threw my arms around his neck and cut him off by sealing my mouth to his.
Fallon reacted instantly, the shoulder and neck muscles beneath my arms jumping with tension. His fingers spasmed at my jaw, then his hands dragged down to my waist. His mouth sliding hungrily and clumsily over mine, he started moving, forcing me backwards with the hard wall of his body, until my back connected with another wall. The house .
Arousal stuttered, then sparked, all along my spine. I arched needily against him, loving the feeling of being so surrounded by him, almost caged in by him. I’d never felt this way while kissing or during foreplay before. Like I wanted to get closer and closer to the man I was with. So close I was practically rubbing myself all over him, my knee bending up to hook my leg behind him.
Fallon groaned, his hands shooting further downwards to grab my ass, squeezing. Fire lanced through my core when I felt the hot, swollen rise of his cock against my belly.
“How’s your cock tail?” I whispered against his damp mouth.
Fallon inhaled shakily.
“It could be better. If…”
“Is that your way of asking nicely for another blow job?” I asked, grinning.
“I… I am not sure how effective blowing on it would be,” Fallon said.
I snorted at this ridiculous, amazing alien man I’d been saddled with. Almost scarily, a sensation other than arousal seemed to be taking over as the strongest feeling currently swirling through my body. Even more than the needy throbbing of my clit, I became dizzily aware of a warm, clenching ache in my chest, sweet and sticky. It made me want to grab tighter to Fallon and never let go.
I let out a shuddering exhale, taking a moment to just be still against him. To put my cheek to his chest, my ear above his heart. To listen to the hot thunder of the beating, just as chaotic as mine.
Fuck a Terratribe II duck.
I was falling in love with this man. Despite the walls I’d thrown up, Fallon had scaled or pummelled or jumped over them all. He’d thrown big, orange lasso right around my human heart like I was some stupid rogue bull to be wrangled. And it had fucking worked.
There should have been a stab of fear at that, because the only things I’d ever loved had gone ahead and hurt me (my mom) or leave me (Maple, and now Magnolia). But Fallon didn’t give me a chance to feel afraid.
Because he absolutely froze me with his next words.
“Can I,” he groaned against the top of my head, his fingers rubbing my ass needily, “touch your clitorosaurus?”
Clit…orosaurus…
“My… My what?!” I asked, rearing back to look at him and bumping the back of my head on the wall.
“Your clitorosaurus,” Fallon said, very patiently, as if trying to kindly educate me on something instead of saying the most astoundingly absurd thing I’d heard… well… ever. “I read all about it in my book.”
“Have you got another book about dinosaurs that I don’t know about?” I cried. “You’re making it sound like I’ve got a T-Rex up my skirt!”
“What’s a dinosaur?” Those maple-lightning eyes were so earnest.
“Uh. Never mind.” I gently stroked my fingers over the bubbled muscles of his chest. God, he felt so good. So good I could almost forgive him for making my clit rhyme with Tyrannosaurus. “Alright. Say it with me now, Fallon. Clitoris.”
“Clitorosaurus.”
“Try again. Clit-or-us.”
“Clito… Clitoroni.”
“What? That’s even further away from the original!”
“Sorry!” His eyes flashed white with a combination of dismay and determination. “Clitorious!”
“You know what? Let’s just stop before one of us has a fucking stroke. Just call it a clit,” I moaned with a mortified shake of my head.
“Clit. Clit. Clit. Yes, I can manage that. Sorry,” he said again, stroking my ass in a half-horny, half-apologetic gesture. “There is no Zabrian equivalent I can say that will translate for you. And I am struggling with the human syllables.”
“It’s alright,” I told him, offering him a smile despite the incredible, soul-destroying awkwardness of this entire exchange.
“But I did read all about it! Several times over!” he asserted. “I know that it’s very sensitive, with many nerves. I studied the diagram extensively. I know where it is located.”
“Well, you’re already ahead of the majority of human men,” I said with a laugh.
The laughter immediately died, my stomach tightening when Fallon’s voice got low and husky.
“Please,” he murmured. “Can I touch it?”
The man was basically begging to touch my clit. Was this even real life?
“OK,” I breathed out before I could change my mind. Fallon gave a choked groan before swiftly inhaling. In a sudden, efficient gesture, he’d used his tail to grasp the hem of my shin-length, flowy skirt and yanked it upwards at the same moment that his hands went to my panties and pulled them down.
“Could you please hold this?” he panted, sounding like he’d just run across his entire massive property to reach me. His tail clenched around the fabric of my skirt before releasing as I took hold of it myself.
I should have felt humiliated, standing like this in the bright-ass daylight, holding up my skirt, panties around my boots, displaying myself so that my alien husband could have a go at petting my Tyrannosaurus-Clit.
But I just… didn’t. All I felt was a tender sort of pleasure at the reverent way Fallon stroked his hard-but-gentle hands up my bare thighs.
“There’s no hair. The book showed hair here,” he said, sounding startled, when his thumbs reached the place where my thighs met my groin.
“Yeah,” I said, trembling with my body’s urgent need for him to drive those thumbs closer to my pulsing core.
I didn’t bother telling him that my mother had dragged my sisters and I to Elora Station as teenagers for permanent body-hair removal. I didn’t want to ruin the moment mentioning or even thinking about her.
“You’ve seen me naked before.”
“Not up close,” he growled, his hot breath skimming across my exposed skin, winding my nerves tight. “Not like this.”
“Alright. Well. Surprise! Lucky you! Here I am!” I blabbered. Like a fool. Completely stupid, lovesick fool.
“I am lucky,” he groaned in response, his tail winding possessively around the ankle of my right boot. “Do not think for a moment that I don’t know it.”
I couldn’t reply to that, because the next moment he was using those warm, rough fingers to spread me open, and it became hard enough to breathe let alone speak.
Fallon’s next inhale sounded oddly jagged and uneven.
“So beautiful,” he choked out. “You’re so pink here. Just like your pretty hair. And you smell so good.”
“Oh, Jesus, please don’t sniff me down there,” I groaned, trying to close my legs at the very moment Fallon’s grip on my thighs went iron-hard and he shoved his face between them.
His groan was so thick and deep that I felt the vibration of it, straight into my core. The tip of Fallon’s nose bumped my clit, and as if he could no more stop his mouth from opening than he could his heart beating, his lips parted and he laved his way up. Up, until his tongue was drawing hot little circles over my clit that made my insides quiver.
I wasn’t sure if it was my own wantonness, or if Fallon’s hand was guiding me, but my right leg rose once more as if to try to wrap around him, hold him tighter. Fallon made a hungry sound, his hand falling to my knee to pull on my leg to complete the motion. The sound of ripping told me that my panties had been torn in half, leaving Fallon free to chuck my ankle over his back.
“Oh! God, ” I groaned, my hands blindly searching downwards for something to anchor myself to. I knocked Fallon’s hat from his head, my fingers burying in the warm, pale silk of his hair. Fallon’s licks grew harder, faster, interspersed with greedy sucking that told me this guy was either one of the best actors in the galaxy, or that he really was just wild about my taste.
Something told me it was the latter. Everything I’d seen in Fallon so far had taught me that he wore his lovely heart on his non-existent sleeve.
Fallon’s back wrenched with hot tension beneath my leg when his tongue slid back and probed my entrance. My breath caught, and my hips surged involuntarily forward, as if to draw his tongue inside.
“This is where I get to put my cock?” he panted against my trembling flesh.
“Yes,” I whimpered, hoping against hope he didn’t try to say the anatomical word. I simply did not have the brain space to try to teach Fallon the correct pronunciation of the word vagina right now.
But I did have the brain space for something else…
“You could do it now.”