Chapter 7
Leigh
Shit.
Well, now I’d done it. I had a man in my bedroom, begging to see me naked so he could be faithful while he jerked off—an act that apparently was necessary for his people given the state I’d left him in—and I pissed him off to the point where he literally ran away from me.
Ran away crying. Fuck.
I sighed and closed the window before stripping out of my flannel PJs to change into something more appropriate for traipsing across the farm at … three in the morning? Oh, man.
Once I had a warm sweater, wool socks, and jeans on, I stepped into my work boots and tiptoed down the stairs. I didn’t want to wake Dad. It would be impossible to explain why I was sneaking out at nothing in the morning to go see my alien boyfriend. Despite T’raat’s pure but misguided intentions, I didn’t think Dad would appreciate the gesture of his visit as much as I did.
I managed to make it downstairs without a peep from Dad. Good. I grabbed my coat from the rack by the kitchen door and threw it on as I slipped outside.
Using my phone as a flashlight, I made my way across our farm to the barn. The door was ajar, so I figured T’raat had been too upset to close it behind him. I shut it quietly behind me as I snuck in, looking around for the Xalanite man.
He wasn’t anywhere to be seen right off, so I figured he was either sulking in his ship or up in the loft. Wherever he was, I was going to find him and apologize.
Since I wasn’t sure how I got into the ship in the first place, I hoped he was in the loft. It would make things much easier, though the ship might’ve been warmer. I shivered and cinched my coat tighter, gripping the lapels closed around my exposed throat. Fall in Wisconsin was frigid, and that night was no different. The sooner I found T’raat and made things right, the sooner I could get back to my warm bed.
My luck held out; I found him in the loft, sitting on a hay bale with the most morose expression on his face.
I climbed the rest of the way up the ladder and stood, dusting myself off. “You know, it’s fucking freezing out there. You could’ve closed my window on your way out.” I meant it as a joke, but the pained expression on his face made me regret saying it. “Sorry. I was only kidding.”
“First I made you doubt me,” he said, his voice soft, “then I endangered you.”
“I’m sorry. Whatever I said that bothered you, I’m sorry for it.”
He looked up at me, and the tears in his yellow eyes broke my heart. I did that. I hurt him, and I didn’t even realize what I’d said to hurt him so much.
“Please, T’raat. Tell me what I said.”
He sniffled and wiped his nose with the back of his hand. “You think me dishonest. You believe that I was trying to … manipulate you. To coerce you into an act that you did not want to commit.”
Oh, shit. I knelt beside him and put a hand on his knee. “T’raat, honey, I was talking about human boys.”
He turned away from me. “You accused me of having the same condition.”
Throwing my arms around him, I gave him the biggest hug I could. “No! I didn’t mean it that way. I was just—I was trying to make an Earth analogy, and clearly I failed.”
“Your analogy was cruel.”
Ouch. He was right, but it still stung to be called cruel by a man who minutes before had been doing his damnedest to be faithful to me, even in his imagination.
“I know. And I’m sorry for that. I don’t know what else to say.”
His arms wrapped around me slowly, hesitantly, until he returned the hug. “Is it really your experience that males would lie about pain to engage in mating activities?”
“Pretty much.”
“Then I am the one who is sorry. I wish I could take those experiences away from you. Allow you to trust males again.”
“I trust you, T’raat.”
He froze, his body stiffening against mine. “But—”
I sat back and broke the hug, but only so I could have my hands free. “Let me show you how much I trust you.”
T’raat’s eyes widened as I opened my coat and pulled up my sweater. I hadn’t been wearing a bra underneath—no time for that when he’d been so upset—so my chest was exposed to him. I shivered against the cold of the barn, wishing he’d say something, do something besides just stare open-mouthed at my tits.
“T’raat?” I waved my free hand in front of his staring eyes. “Earth to T’raat. Aren’t you gonna say anything?”
He blinked. Licked his lips. Looked into my eyes. “You did not wish to expose yourself to me until our third date. I am confused.”
I took one of his hands and placed it on my chest. “I’m trusting you with this. I know you won’t hurt me. You won’t make me do anything I don’t want to do. I know you’re not faking your pain, and I trust that you won’t take advantage of this.”
The wonder in his eyes stunned me. I hadn’t expected him to be so dumbstruck. They’re just tits, after all. His people had extra, if I recalled. My measly two shouldn’t be so amazing.
After a few seconds of apparent shock, he slowly slid his hand down the front of my chest until he had my left breast cupped in his palm. He licked his lips again and gently brushed his thumb over my hard nipple. I’d like to say that it was only the cold making it hard, but if I was being honest with myself, his touch was also a factor.
“They’re beautiful,” he murmured with a faraway look in his eyes. He shifted his grip, tested the weight of it in his hand. Then he met my eyes again, his expression pleading. “May I touch the other?”
I couldn’t help but smile at him. “Sure. Touch away. Anything that you can see, you can touch. We can add that rule. I’m letting you see it, so go for it.”
He hesitated, but after a moment he brought his other hand to my right breast. He looked from one to the other and back again, his eyes wide and dilated. “May I—” he shuddered and swallowed, his throat bobbing. “May I … taste them?”
That took me by surprise, enough so that I had to pause and think out my response. I didn’t want things to get too heated, but I also didn’t want to be a tease.
Rather than answer him verbally, I buried both hands in his hair and pulled his face to my bare chest. His breath was hot against my skin, sending a strange shiver through my body that had nothing to do with the chill in the barn. A sudden afterthought hit me, and I piped up before he could open his mouth.
“Just be careful with those fangs of yours. I don’t know about Xalanite boobs, but human ones are a bit tender.”
He nodded, then gave my cleavage a tentative lick. I gulped and bit my lip, trying not to moan. While I wanted to encourage him, I didn’t want him going overboard. T’raat nuzzled my boobs and inhaled.
“You smell nice. It is different from your normal scent. My n’ril quite like it.”
Uh-oh. I hadn’t thought about it, but … Could he smell my arousal from this?
“Tell me, Leigh, do you enjoy when I touch your teats? Is this something that human women derive pleasure from?”
He said this in between mouthfuls of tit, while going back and forth from right to left. His tongue traced circles around my nipple as he nibbled and sucked and licked, until I was a trembling mess.
“Yes. God, yes.”
My words, intended to be a whisper, echoed in the barn. I felt T’raat’s lips spread into a grin against my skin, and he redoubled his efforts.
I almost lost it when he pulled out both his n’ril and started stroking the bigger one.
“Does this bother you?” he asked, his words muffled by my tits.
“No,” I said, breathless.
“If you wish …” He began to huff and puff as he stroked himself even faster. “If you wish, the same rule could apply to you. You may touch whatever you can see.”
Was I ready to touch an alien dick? Was I ready to lick and suck one? I had given Jim and Tim each a blowjob last spring when I was pursuing them. I must’ve done a shit job of it since they both turned me down, or maybe it was good enough that they considered themselves done with me.
I shook my head to clear it of thoughts of the twins. T’raat deserved my full attention.
He froze and backed away from my chest. “That gesture … It means no.”
“No!” I grabbed his head and yanked it back to my boobs. “I mean, no, it doesn’t mean no. It didn’t. That’s not why I did that.” Oh, I hoped I hadn’t killed the mood …
T’raat groaned into me. “Human women are confusing. Do you wish to touch my n’ril or not?”
Touch ‘em, lick ‘em, suck ‘em … I was half-tempted to just say “screw the three-date rule” and jump ‘em, but I had to reign myself in. “Lie down, T’raat.”
And lie down he did, like a good boy. I knelt between his legs and braced myself. If he didn’t like this, it might be the end of my brief interspecies relations. If he did … well, then, in two more nights I might just learn exactly what those n’ril could do.
“Do you know what a blowjob is?” I asked.
T’raat nodded, and his bigger n’ril twitched. It was kinda fascinating to see. “Yes. Xalanite women do not perform them, but I have seen them done in the mating programs. The idea excites me.”
I leaned down and glanced up at him through my lashes, my hand wrapped around what I assumed was the main cock. “Do I excite you?”
He squirmed a bit, gripping the sides of the hay bale. “More than anything.”
“Good.” With that, I lowered my head and slowly licked from the base of his bigger member to the tip, lingering at the head and swirling my tongue in a leisurely circle. T’raat groaned and writhed, and I held his hip with my other hand to keep him still.
“Hold on. If you move back and forth too much, I won’t be able to keep it in my mouth.” I sucked on the tip for a second before letting go with a soft pop . T’raat moaned and flexed his hands in the hay. “If you liked that, you’ll stop wiggling. Up and down only, and if I pat your hip like this—” I gave his hip a couple soft taps “—then slow it down. Got it?”
He gritted his teeth and nodded.
It turned out that alien dick tasted just like human dick. The texture was different, because even his dick had scales like the rest of him, but I wasn’t sure what I expected in the taste department. Something exotic, like tropical fruit, or maybe something more savory, spicy. Whatever I’d thought I would get, it was something of a letdown to have it just taste like … dick.
When I got brave enough to take more of it down my throat, I found out that the little dick—the other n’ril —was more like a tongue than a penis. It flexed and moved on its own, and when it bumped my nose I had to fight not to laugh as it tickled me.
I got the feeling laughter during this situation would result in another upset Xalanite.
Not long after I started sucking in earnest, I damn near choked on him when he started to fucking vibrate! I was familiar with vibrators—I had a couple of my own, hidden in a box under my bed—but I had not known that about his species. It was a pleasant surprise and made me even more eager to make it through the next couple of days.
The longer I went, the more noise T’raat made. He moaned and groaned and growled and, eventually, began shouting. I got so into what I was doing that I almost didn’t register his hand buried in my hair. The sharp tug brought a pinch of pain, which was just enough contrast to the pleasure I felt in getting him off that I started making some noise of my own. I moaned against his cock and swallowed even more of him. My nose was almost to his pelvis at that point, and my eyes watered as drool slid down his lap.
“Y-you are leaking,” he stammered between exclamations of delight as his hips pumped into me. “A-are you damaged?”
Rather than let go to answer him, I slid my hand into the strings of spit and used them to lube his shaft as I backed up a bit. My throat was starting to feel a little raw, so I switched to stroking him with my hand while sucking the top half of his n’ril . Thankfully, T’raat didn’t seem to mind the change of pace.
“Leigh …”
My name on his lips, with that raspy, on-the-verge-of-an-orgasm tone, almost set me off. I knew he had to be close, and to be frank, so was I. Who knew that pleasing someone else could be such a turn-on?
I Hoovered like nobody’s business right up until T’raat unexpectedly yanked my head back. Warm strings of purple-tinted cum shot out of his cock and hit me square in the face. I sputtered and wiped, hoping that his alien cum wouldn’t stain. The last thing I needed was to return to the farmhouse with permanent purple streaks on me.
T’raat collapsed back onto the hay bale with a sigh. His eyes closed, and he stroked my hair absently as he panted for breath.
“Thank you, Leigh. I needed that release.”
I chuckled and rose from my knees to lean forward and give him a kiss. “Is that all I’m good for? Release?”
He smiled and pulled me to his chest. “You are good for many things. I merely mention release because you have ended my pain. So, thank you.”
If Dad ever found out about this, he’d probably kill both of us.
But it was so worth it.