CHAPTER SIXTEEN | Fiona
How fucking desperate was I that I was literally about to come from dry-humping Dalk like some kind of idiotic teenager?
Maybe it was the build-up of unsatisfied arousal from thinking Dalk was going to go down on me this morning, and then getting all hot and bothered again seeing him fight in the vaklok.
Or maybe I didn’t have a single bloody excuse and I really was just pathetically horny for this big, grumpy alien.
Oh, well. No point in getting embarrassed about it now. Might as well go all in and just acknowledge what was happening.
“Dalk,” I moaned, grinding frantically against his stone-hard shaft, my clit pounding. “I’m going to come.”
Dalk’s cock literally leapt beneath my fingers, sending a ripple of pressure against my pussy that had my eyes rolling back in my head. His grip on my waist moved downwards to my ass, hardening, and now he was the one grinding me.
Oh, shit. Seeing him get all studious and quiet while I taught him how to kiss had been so hot. But this? Having him starting to take control, to work my body in his big hands, to show me what he wanted?
This was goddamn nuclear.
The tension fell out of my grip on his cock as pleasure wound tight through my pelvis. Dalk didn’t let up, guiding me up and down against the underside of his shaft with ardent force. He was moving now, too, thrusting up to meet me, his coppery sight stars vibrating with tight focus as they stared down at his cock sliding beneath me.
But when I finally let go and came, my orgasm falling down on me with the weight of a mountain, those sight stars snapped right up to my face. I saw them, right before my own eyes fell closed in bliss. Saw the way they roved with ravenous need, saw the way they wanted everything I had to give.
Dalk’s hips suddenly slowed, then jerked with a tight-feeling thrust, lifting me right up off the ground as his voice tore out of his throat in a guttural groan. I cracked my glazed eyes open, my pussy still fluttering and squeezing with my climax, to see Dalk’s shaft spewing come all the way up his belly and his chest.
Moaning, I returned my grip to him, jerking him hard through his orgasm, watching with heated hunger as my touch made more ropes of come jet forcefully out of his throbbing organ. He felt like heated velvet beneath my touch, hard and pulsing and slick at the tip.
One of Dalk’s hands shot up to my face, cradling my jaw before he dragged my mouth to his. I shuddered, still working his twitching shaft as I instantly opened my mouth to him. God, he was still hard in my hand, his tongues even more urgent than before. And I didn’t feel done, either. I was about two seconds away from shucking off my trousers, peeling away my panties, and blowing this alien’s damn mind by riding him until neither of us could speak or move or even think again.
But I didn’t get the chance, because Dalk suddenly broke away from the kiss and wrenched his head to the side, staring towards the valley we’d come from.
“Who is there?” he snarled, clutching me closer, like his arms around my back were a shield.
At first, I hadn’t heard anything out of the ordinary that would have caused any alarm, but then again I did apparently have weak and poorly-placed ears. But now I definitely did hear something. The sound of frantic backtracking, like someone had gotten too close and was now running away in terror of being discovered.
“Hello!” came a familiar voice. He was far too loud, as if trying and very badly failing to sound nonchalant in order to create the effect that he hadn’t just seen Dalk and me grinding all over each other. “It is I! Oxriel! I have been sent to retrieve you for the next round of the vaklok!”
There was no way he hadn’t seen what we were doing. His voice literally cracked!
I was overtaken with the urge to start laughing my ass off, but Dalk’s thunderous expression killed any giggles before they could even form.
“Tell them I am needed elsewhere,” Dalk snapped, his arms going even tighter around me.
“Come on, Dalk,” I said with a smile and a slight shake of my head. “We might as well go. The moment is ruined.”
I didn’t think his expression could get any angrier. But it did.
“I am going to kill him.”
“Please don’t,” I said mildly, getting up onto my shaky legs. “Oh, man. You’re a mess.”
I had healed his wounds, but I hadn’t even cleaned any of the blood off of him before we’d devolved into our sudden bout of breathless hanky panky. And now, to add to the overall effect, his tight abdominal muscles and heaving chest glistened with semen. Like, a lot of it.
“We’ll be right there, Ox!” I called, grabbing a spare bit of clean hide and hustling over to the water, dipping it in. “Also, I hope you weren’t being a peeping Tom!”
“I... I was not!” came a shakily indignant and hotly embarrassed reply from the valley. “I do not know what that is, but I know I was not being one. And if I saw anything at all, which I did not, then I certainly would not have stopped and watched. And if I had watched, which I did not, it would have simply been due to shock freezing my feet to the ground rather than any sort of perverse desire to invade your privacy. And if there had been a perverse desire, which there was not, then-”
“Ox,” I groaned, my face on fire, partially for my own humiliation of somebody seeing me getting my rocks off on Dalk’s lap, but even more for Oxriel’s pathetic attempt at lying. The Sea Sand guys really sucked at that.
“I will kill him,” Dalk said again, furiously trying to refasten his loincloth, forgetting it was all torn to shreds, “if only to make him stop talking.”
“He doesn’t mean any harm,” I said, returning to Dalk with the wet hide. “He’s like a puppy. He needs, I don’t know, training or something.”
Or a girl who knows what she’s doing to show him the way...
“I don’t know what a puppy is but it sounds absolutely intolerable,” Dalk barked. His voice melted into a hiss of distaste as I started swiping the wet hide along his front.
“Big bad Dalk,” I murmured as I stroked him, “finding puppies intolerable and hating water. Is there anything you do tolerate?”
I was focused on cleaning him off and was still floating on a rainbow-coloured cloud of hormones, so I hadn’t been paying very close attention to my own words. But they must have hit Dalk somewhere important, somewhere it hurt, because his pectoral muscles tightened like closed fists beneath my hands and he grabbed my chin, forcing my face up.
“How can you even ask such a thing after what we have just done together?”
His sight stars were vicious. Demanding. I nearly dropped the hide I held at the intensity of them.
I tried to laugh but it felt forced and hollow. “I guess you tolerate me, then.”
“Tolerate is not the word I’d use,” he growled.
“Then what is?” The question came out tremulous. Maybe even frightened. Because I was suddenly terrified of Dalk’s rejection. I still couldn’t even believe we’d just hooked up, and a small, vulnerable part of me wanted to know exactly what it had meant to him.
Dalk’s sight stars pulsed once before misting across his gaze, infinite copper points of light spinning through an absorbing black universe. He parted his lips to reply, and I felt the breath of that movement across my own mouth. I dizzily wondered when he’d bent down so close to me when he began to speak.
“I-”
“I have a new loincloth for Dalk!”
“-am going to kill Oxriel.”
He straightened up and glared at the direction Oxriel’s voice had just floated over from.
I swallowed back disappointment at not hearing whatever Dalk had been about to say. But I’d told him it myself. The moment was gone. Oxriel and the vaklok were waiting.
I grabbed my jacket and the jar and hides, and together Dalk and I left that beautiful, secluded place and went back out into the world.