Chapter 9
Leigh
Okay, so titty fucking was definitely going on the menu for future exploits. Who knew it would turn me on so much to watch him fuck my chest? I mean, yeah, the grunting was hot, and so were the faces he made when he started to come, but damn. New kink unlocked.
Once we washed the inside of the cab to hide any spilled evidence, I wrestled my shirt back on and helped T’raat clean up the cleaning supplies. By the time we finished, it was nearly dark—almost dinnertime. Since I didn’t want Dad to see me entering a one-woman wet t-shirt contest, I had T’raat help me climb back up to my room via the trellis to change into dry clothes. It was really too cold out for what I was wearing, but I couldn’t resist the chance to have a little fun with T’raat. The look on his face when I showed up in a skintight tee and short shorts was enough to confirm he liked what he saw.
The rock-hard dick and the way he fucked my tits also served as confirmation that the wardrobe change was a good thing.
I didn’t want Dad to know we were together in my room alone, especially while I was changing. The fact that we made out a bit more while I changed also might have led to problems, so I had T’raat climb back down and enter the kitchen from the outside to wait for me. That way, Dad wouldn’t suspect anything.
With fresh jeans and a baggy sweatshirt on, I went downstairs and entered the kitchen by way of the living room. T’raat sat at the dining table with his hands folded in front of him, and his face showed no trace of suspicious reaction when I walked in. Dad looked up from the newspaper and grunted in lieu of an actual greeting. “Dinner’s late,” he muttered as he turned the page.
“Sorry, Dad.” I grabbed my apron and set to work seasoning some chicken breasts to toss in the oven. “Hey, T’raat, can your people have potatoes?”
He cocked his head in thought. “I believe so. The only forbidden Earth food that I know of is something called pure cane sugar. We are not to eat that in public or in mixed company, though I do not quite know why.”
I had the sudden urge to roofie T’raat with sugar the next time we were alone, just out of sheer curiosity.
While the oven preheated, I peeled a handful of potatoes for mashing. I let them boil for a while and switched to salad prep. With Mom gone most of my life, I became the default cook on the farm, and it was practically no problem at all to add a few things for sudden company, like the twins … or, in this case, T’raat. Thankfully, his presence hadn’t really upended us that much, and so far I had been able to adjust the quantity of food without effort.
We ate in silence, with nothing but the clank of silverware on the plates and the rustling of Dad’s newspaper. Dad got up without a word and headed for bed, but the look he threw me over his shoulder on the way out informed me that I shouldn’t consider taking T’raat to my room for the night. Guess I was going back to the barn if I wanted to spend more time with him.
T’raat was a total gentleman as we walked to the barn, keeping his arm around me and his hand lightly resting on my hip. That all changed, however, when we got to the loft. His mouth met mine the instant we got up there, and he held me so close I could feel both his n’ril pressing into me. We made out like that for several minutes, his little moans and grunts starting a flood in my panties.
True to our agreement, he didn’t try to feel me up while I was clothed. His hands stayed at my waist, but I could tell he wanted more. T’raat whined when I pulled back to catch my breath.
“I do not like this,” he said, licking his lips. “I cannot see you with these garments. They cover you completely. It is not ideal.”
I panted and huffed, trying not to give in too easily. I wanted T’raat—dear God, I wanted him—but I couldn’t justify letting my virginity go without making him work for it. What kind of girl would I be if I did that? A BJ was one thing, but letting him completely have his way with me when we’d just barely met wasn’t kosher.
“We shouldn’t, T’raat. We should wait a bit more. One more date; you can wait another day, right?”
He sighed and pulled me back to him. “I do not like it. But for you, I will wait.”
Something occurred to me just then, and I shot him a suspicious look. “Are you a virgin, T’raat?”
That hit a nerve. He shifted his weight nervously and looked away. “I know that term.”
“Well?”
“You will think less of me.”
“T’raat, that’s silly. I’m a virgin, so why would I think less of you if you are, too?”
“Males should know how to please their females.” He sighed and released me, sitting back on his hay bale bed. “But you are correct. I was not in the breeding caste on Xalan before our leadership changed. I did not get the experience that some other males may have. I fear sometimes that you are making me wait because you do not think me capable of pleasing you.”
“T’raat, that’s ridiculous!” I straddled his lap and took his face in my hands. “Baby, you already please me plenty. I’m sure you’ll do just as well when we finally do have sex. I just … It’s kind of an Earth tradition, the three-date rule. It’s more to protect my, uh, innocence than anything. It’s not a punishment, and it’s not because I don’t think you can please me.” To prove my point, I grabbed one of his hands and held it to my heated crotch. I ground my hips against his hand, letting him feel how warm and damp I already was.
He looked down at where his hand met my jeans. “I cannot see this part. I should not be touching it,” he said, his voice thick and husky.
Poor guy. He really was trying to honor my wishes, even when I was the one breaking my own rules. I unzipped my pants and unhooked the button, fumbling until I could get them far enough off to stuff his hand in. “Let’s forget that rule. Touch me, T’raat. Use your hand.”
“My hand …?”
I grunted with frustration and climbed off of him so I could get in a better position. I slid my pants off and laid back on the blanketed hay, spreading my legs. “There. You can see it. Now, for God’s sake, touch it!”
T’raat’s eyes started to glow, and he ran his fingers through my pubic hair. “Xalanite women do not grow hair here,” he murmured. “Only their heads.”
“You’re really going to compare me to other women right now?”
He didn’t answer, but then again, he seemed mesmerized by what he could see. After a few more seconds of stroking my hair, he knelt between my legs and slid a tentative finger inside me. I moaned and shifted my hips, trying to encourage him to do more.
“Please, T’raat, don’t tease me,” I whined.
“I am not teasing,” he replied, licking his lips again. “I am experiencing. I do not wish to rush this. I wish to take my time. To memorize every detail.”
His words, though sweet, made me self-conscious. I felt more exposed by his sweetness than I had been just moments ago when I stripped from the waist down for him. I blushed and started to close my legs, but he held them open with gentle hands and bent until his face was inches from my eager pussy.
“You have tasted me. Now it is my turn to taste you.”
That was all the warning I had before he dove in.
My back arched, and I laced my hands in his jet-black hair as T’raat devoured me. That was about all I was capable of, because he rendered me mute instantly. I couldn’t have told him what to do if my life had depended on it. This was all T’raat.
The world turned on its head as he licked, nibbled, and sucked me right over the fucking edge of reality. I shook violently, trembling from head to toe. When I started to come—the first time—T’raat moaned and licked up every drop while he fingered me through that orgasm straight into another one. I wriggled and squirmed as I came undone, but he held me firmly in place with one hand.
By the time he finished, which was three orgasms later, my muscles had all gone limp. I tried to roll over or sit up, but I couldn’t move without his help. How was I going to get back to my own bed before Dad woke up?
“I have not injured you, have I?” T’raat asked as he guided my body into a sitting position, letting me lean my shoulder against his for support. While I fought to find my words, he covered my exposed half with a spare blanket.
“N-no, T’raat. It’s not that. You’ve just worn me out. I’m not hurt.”
He kissed my cheek and smoothed my hair. “Good. I would have to harm myself if I’d done you harm.”
I opened my mouth to discourage self-harm when the crunch of tires on gravel distracted me. With T’raat’s help, I got up and looked out the loft window at the drive leading to the house. A row of black SUVs ambled up the drive, all shiny and sleek and way too clean to belong to anyone around here. They screamed “government vehicle,” and my heart sank in my chest as I realized what was happening.
Aunt Ann had arrived, and she brought friends.