Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
“Oh,” I responded inarticulately. The words should have terrified me.
Instead, fear tangled with curiosity, and a reluctant awareness that whatever came next would not leave me unchanged.
Yellow eyes in an impassive face watched for me to make my own decision.
Already anticipating my answer. As if I had a choice.
Would I choose differently if I did? My nether regions warmed at the thought of the continued sexual interrogation.
I matched his curt nod and steeled myself.
“Stand.”
I obeyed, rising with my feet hip-distance apart, arms loose at my sides. Exactly as if he’d positioned me himself.
Cair rose slower, his eyes trained on me, flicking from my face to my prisoner’s garb, to my bare feet. He stepped closer.
My head tilted up to maintain eye contact as his body heat buffeted me. The alien was like a furnace.
His hand cupped my cheek before he ran his thumb along my lower lip.
When the action parted my lips, he inserted his thumb into my mouth, like Xelthar had.
Except this time, I closed my lips around the digit, gently sucking.
His eyes widened a fraction before he smoothed the reaction away.
Surprised? I’d have thought he wasn’t unaccustomed to the occasional positive reactions to his interrogations.
Cair’s other hand rose to my neck, slow and deliberate, goose pimples rippling across my skin before my brain could catch up.
His hand slid past my clavicle to my chest, fingers spreading to palm my breast through the thin prison shirt.
My nipples hardened against the fabric. Releasing my face, Cair lowered that hand to capture my other breast. His fingers worked in concert, massaging through the shirt’s material.
Warmth spread through me, and I clenched my legs together. Cair gave a small shake of his head before one hand skimmed my ribcage to my hip and then dropped between my legs. His hands inserted between my clenched thighs forced them apart.
“You must let the tension rise.”
He surprised me by not cupping my sex, even through the prison pants. With desire building, I remembered. Cair wouldn’t allow me to quench it until he finished the interrogation.
“Are you working with Xelthar Zarnoth?” Cair whispered his question as his hands gripped the bottom of my shirt.
“Only briefly so he’d bring me home.” My breath hitched.
“Raise your arms.”
I complied, and in one swift motion, Cair removed my shirt. My nipples, which had been softening following the removal of his palms, now stood at attention again in the cool alien atmosphere.
“Did you know Xelthar Zarnoth prior to last night on Earth?” Cair lowered his head to my chest.
“No.” I gasped when his tongue flicked against my left nipple.
He lifted his head, yellow eyes pinning me in place while his hands now found the waistband of my blue prisoner pants. His thumbs hooked inside the band, and he used both hands to slide the pants down over my hips. With a nudge, they slipped past my ass and pooled at my feet.
I drank in the fragrant alien air, fighting the way my body responded as I stood exposed before Cair.
He stepped away from my naked form. His gaze tracked every breath I took, every involuntary shift of my weight. The pupils in his now-amber-hued eyes dilated. With want? I guessed our species had more similarities than I’d considered.
Light from the planet’s sun filtered through the tall foliage, highlighting Cair’s pearlescent skin, visible through tears in his long-sleeved shirt and sweatpants.
I gasped at his beauty.
Cair’s eyes narrowed. “Why do you gasp?”
“Your skin is beautiful,” I said, and meant more than color.
He dropped his gaze to take in the tears in his clothing. If my comment surprised him, he didn’t show it. His darkly lustrous hair sparkled in the light.
“I’m glad your hair doesn’t hold dye,” I mumbled, more to myself than to him. “Are all members of your species this colorful?”
His brows knitted together. “You do know you are being interrogated, correct?”
I barked a laugh. “Maybe this is a diversion tactic.”
I was joking, but his scowl told me he did not get that distinction.
“Kidding,” I rushed to assure him.
With a low growl, he stepped toward me again. One hand grasped my right breast while the other rested against my pubic bone for a moment before cupping my sex.
I gasped.
“We will continue the interrogation.”
All thought fled as his fingers worked their magic against the tender flesh of my labia.
“Why were you in the parking lot last night, Emily Nichols?”
Was it my imagination, or did his voice sound strained? I glanced at his crotch and swore there was a protrusion forming in his pants.
“Why were you in the parking lot last night?” He repeated his question without my name as his fingers stroked my clitoris beneath its hood.
“You found that faster than most human males.” My voice caught as I swallowed against my rising need.
“Answer the question.”
“I was celebrating my birthday,” I squeaked out, my hips rocking with the rhythmic waves of pleasure his ministrations were creating.
At my actions, Cair withdrew his hands from my quaking body.
My hands wrapped around my torso, though I wanted nothing more than to bring myself to orgasm.
Cair smoothly pulled at my arms to separate them and guide them to my sides. “The interrogation is not complete.”
“I was just out celebrating my thirtieth birthday, trying to figure out what to do with the rest of my life. You and Xelthar surprised me in the parking lot. I thought I was helping a man in trouble. On your ship, he lied to get me to help him. I just wanted to go home. I don’t know anything else.
And I swear I was not trying to stop you from completing your …
mission … or whatever.” I moaned after concluding my mini-speech.
“We do not celebrate birthdays,” was Cair’s unexpected response to my word vomit.
“You don’t?” I wrapped my arms around my torso again. This time, he ignored the movement.
“We do not. Celebrations are not common for us. Our species has historically been very pragmatic.”
“Like Vulcans,” I blurted, and he frowned.
“Or not.” The memory of Xelthar’s statement about forced mating rose unbidden in my mind.
In the context of pragmatism, maybe it wasn’t forced so much as expedient.
“How are your hair and skin so iridescent?” I asked out of genuine curiosity, but also to allow my aroused naked body to cool down.
“My world—Elkath—is fifty percent water,” Cair surprised me by answering. “We are among the more water-dependent species and live both in and out of it.”
I eyed him critically. “You appear to look more like a mammal than an amphibian or reptile, so like that?”
He tilted his head. “Perhaps most like a cross between a mammal and a bird. We have feather-like hair and are warm-blooded, but we do not lay eggs or fly.” His eyes twinkled in the waning light.
Was he making a joke? I stepped closer. “You don’t look like a bird to me, that’s for sure.”
“I believe you.”
His seeming non sequitur threw me for a moment until the dark pupils dilated so much they almost obliterated the amber irises. “I’m glad,” I whispered, my hands resting on his chest.
“You have passed the interrogation,” he said, yet didn’t move away. His voice sounded thicker, and the tented front of his pants more pronounced.
“Perhaps it’s time to release some pressure?” My hands mimicked his from earlier as they glided down the soft fabric of his torn shirt to the waistband of his pants. A hard tug and the pants dropped below his genitalia.
I gasped as his penis uncurled itself from against his body to spring free, stifling my surprise at the lack of visible testes.
His cock had swelled even when lying flat against his shimmering skin, but once popped out at half-mast it became spectacular.
“Looks like you’re the ultimate grower-not-shower. ”
“I do not understand.”
Rather than answer, my hands reached for his alien penis, shaped like a corkscrew and covered in the same gleaming kaleidoscopic skin and short hair as the rest of him.
My surprise abated as I stroked the soft, brush-like skin, and marveled at the unique shape and feel.
The rigidity of the helical length grew under my touch.
My fingers fondled with abandon, unable now to close around the full girth.
Cair groaned when I found the hard spine at the base of his penis. “You like that?” I teased.
“I do.” His tight voice told me he might be struggling to contain his pleasure, and I thought again about the forced mating. Maybe without control, they have to mate as soon as they experience arousal.
“Let me help,” I purred as I dropped to my bare knees on the soft carpet of flowers.
Running my tongue along his corkscrew penis, I marveled at the soft feel and lack of veining present.
A subtle tremor coursed through my fingers at his length.
My lips kissed the tip before I drew him into my mouth, not even halfway, my pulse quickening as doubt about my ability to handle a porn-level size cock crept in.
Cair moaned above me. His hands found my hair.
I bobbed against him, his silky-smooth penis sliding further in and out of my willing mouth, his hands in my hair controlling the tempo, erasing the doubt.
He tasted salty-sweet, a delectable combination that made me thankful for his alien genetics.
A fire built in my pussy at the thought of taking his twisted length inside of me.
Cair shuddered.
I slid his cock out of my mouth, torn between wanting to discover if his cum had that same salty-sweet flavor and wanting him inside my dripping cunt when he ejaculated, to satiate both our appetites together.
I rubbed his member between my breasts, readying to guide him below. His tip reached my folds. But before I could take him, the world lurched violently sideways. We both collapsed to the soft carpet of flora.