Chapter 20 - Taz
"What-what are you doing?" I stuttered, struggling to focus as Dargo slid down my body.
I swore his eyes were glowing as the reflection of the coals glinted in them.
My mind was hazy from drinking but I wasn't drunk enough to relax as his hands slid down my sides, calluses rough against my skin as he smiled up at me.
"I told you what I was going to do," he murmured, dipping his head to press his hot lips right above my navel. The gentle touch sent a violent shiver through me. I felt feverish, my skin burning hot as my sluggish thoughts caught up with his words.
"You don't have to," I said, wondering what was wrong with me. Hadn't I listened to women bitch that the men in their lives never went down on them? He'd offered, multiple times, why was I refusing?
His eyes gleamed and he blew out a teasing breath against my skin.
"I made promises, little Firebrand."
Damn that pet name. It never failed to turn my insides to mush.
Part of me was desperately curious about oral, I wanted to know if it was as good as everyone said it was. But a bigger part of me was already freaking out that Dargo had gotten my shirt off so fast.
I had zero experience with sex, and I'd jumped right past heavy make-out sessions and into the deep end. With an alien.
I wasn't ready for him to put his face down there. I'd worked myself up enough for sex, I'd been looking forward to it, but now my confidence was flagging and I felt exposed and out of my depth.
Nervous was not a state I was comfortable with, I needed to get him back up by my face and firmly back in safe territory. I pushed up on my elbows and grabbed one of his horns, marveling at the smooth surface even as I used it to haul his head up until we were nose to nose.
With our height difference, Dargo had to hunch almost in half to stay at my level, and I hoped he wasn't too uncomfortable. Like he could read my thoughts and wanted to reassure me, he slammed his lips against mine and pressed me back against the bed in one smooth motion.
A shocked gasp caught in my throat as his tongue invaded my mouth, and his weight came down on me. There was so much of him, acres of smooth, hot skin against mine, and my nipples hardened against his chest as our kiss deepened. All the nervousness from a moment ago disappeared as he kissed me.
The alcohol I'd chugged earlier made me feel warm and floaty and the tent was filled with the scent of woodsmoke and Dargo's earthy musk.
The combination overwhelmed my senses like an exotic incense and I felt my body relaxing under his until I was fully lost in the dance of our lips and the rapid beat of his heart against my chest.
Once again, his heartbeat grounded me. I craved the reminder that I affected him as strongly as he did me.
Dargo's boldness and reckless flirtation always left me off balance.
Every time he whispered something naughty in my ear, a little voice in the back of my head muttered that he was playing with me, saying what he thought I wanted to hear.
But there was no faking the rush of his pulse or the heavy ridge of his cock pressing against my thigh. Dargo wanted me, and if the shuddering groan he let out was any indication, he wanted me a lot.
I smiled into the kiss, loving the restless way his hands roamed over my sides, each stroke sending a ripple of desire over my skin.
Even trapped underneath his massive bulk, I felt powerful and desired in a way I never had before.
I let my tongue flick against his and his breath caught on a groan, the sound triggering a rush of dampness between my legs.
I squirmed under him, my nipples dragging over his chest as I tried to get my legs around his hips. His weight had me pinned and I both loved the dominance of it and desperately needed more contact.
He pulled away and stared down at me, breathing hard as his eyes scanned my face.
"You're a beautiful creature, Taz. I couldn't have dreamed of a more perfect female." His voice was a breathy growl and I felt myself flushing under his gaze. The part of me that needed that last cup of gross beer wished he wouldn't say things like that.
Words were nice until you remembered them after everything fell apart, actions had always meant more to me. But another, more affection starved part of me, bloomed under the compliment. For tonight, I'd let myself believe he'd meant that.
Dargo moved down my chest, trailing kisses over my collarbone, down one breast, across to the other, his lips brushing so gently over my nipples I wasn't sure if he made contact or I'd imagined it.
I tried to pull him up for another drugging kiss but he shook me off and nipped at my ribs, the quick touch of teeth on skin making me flinch, even as a new level of arousal washed over me.
I felt hunted even though he'd already caught me and I arched up as he sucked the spot he'd nipped, leaving the faintest hickey before he continued on again. His lips trailed feather-light down my belly and I shuddered as he pulled my pants down in one smooth motion.
"Dargo," I moaned, my anxiety flaring again as he slid down until his head was cradled between my thighs. His focus dropped to my pussy and I closed my eyes and tried not to think too hard about what he was looking at.
Why did I feel so incredibly naked right now?
Yeah, I didn't have clothes on, but this feeling of being stripped bare felt more intimate. Like he was seeing more than just my body and I didn't know how to handle it.
"Are you hiding from me, little Firebrand?" he chuckled, his breath fluttering against my folds and my stomach dropped at the sensation. I desperately wanted him to get back up to my face, but at the same time, if he moved I might smack him.
"Maybe," I groaned, searching desperately for any of my infamous bravado. Where was the bold persona I wore like armor when I needed it?
I didn't want to be nervous right now, and I really didn't want to look nervous.
"Why?" His lips grazed the top of my mound and I covered my face with my arm, biting my lip when I bumped my burned arm against my head. Damn, that still hurts.
"I've never done this before," I admitted. "I thought if I drank I wouldn't care, but I guess it didn't work."
"Hmm," he hummed, brushing his nose down the line where my thigh met my groin, the gentle touch lighting up nerves I didn't even know I had.
For some reason, I'd expected him to dive right in, and this slow, careful tease was almost worse.
I never knew when or where the next touch was coming, and parts of me were aching for him, even as I dreaded what might come next.
Dread wasn't a good word for what I was feeling. But I didn't have the brainpower to figure it out right now.
"I haven't done this, either," he murmured. "I'm glad we can learn together."
I dropped my arm and looked down at him, a rush of desire punching my gut as I saw his head dip between my legs and felt his tongue slick from my entrance to my clit in one slow, heated movement. All the breath left my body and I slumped back against the blankets.
Before I could put words to the sensation, he did it again and again, each touch painfully slow as his tongue slid between my folds and teased at my clit. My legs twitched and he clamped his hands around my thighs, pinning me in place as he deepened his exploration.
I felt like a marionette with its strings cut. Helpless and limp as he nibbled at me, alternating between slow, hot licks that twisted my insides into tight knots of pleasure and gentle teasing sucks that made my whole body pulse.
I never wanted him to stop even as my body demanded more.
More pressure, more sensation, more something that would take me over a cliff I'd never climbed.
I could feel him learning me, exploring every nerve and crevice as I whimpered and writhed, caught between his tongue and his hands, and still somehow feeling like I was hurtling wildly out of control.
Panting, I found my hands latching onto his horns as I searched for something to ground me. He groaned against my pussy at the touch. The raw male pleasure in that sound, the subtle vibration of it against my clit as he gave me one more perfect flick with his tongue was all it took.
I gasped, my orgasm rising out of the haze of pleasure like a wave, sucking me out of my body and into the undertow. Arching against him, I ground my clit against his face, riding the climax until all the strength left my body and I went limp.
For a moment all I could do was breathe, staring up at the dark ceiling of the tent as my senses came back one by one. My ears were ringing and my face felt tingly, like I'd stuck my tongue in an electrical outlet.
Somehow all the times he'd shot me that unashamed grin and promised to lick me, I'd never imagined anything like this. I pressed a hand to my cheek, marveling at how hot my skin was, even as a laugh bubbled out of me.
Dargo appeared above me, his chin glinting with my wetness and the sight of it sent another pang of arousal through me. He grinned, looking way too pleased with himself.
"What is it, Firebrand?"
"Looks like I've been licked," I giggled, realizing how idiotic I sounded but too buzzed and satisfied to care.
He smirked, even as his eyes lit up with a feral sort of pride.
"Just as promised."
I knew that he'd want sex now, and all my earlier nerves about the act had been completely obliterated by that orgasm. But I felt loose and floaty and oh-so-comfortable sprawled under him that I didn't know how I'd manage to participate.
He leaned down and kissed me, his lips slick, his tongue mimicking the sensual things he'd done to me already. I wrapped my arms around his neck and closed my eyes as I lost myself in the lazy, sensual rhythm of his mouth.
Too soon he pulled back, eyes warm with affection as he rolled off me and flopped onto his back. Off balance yet again, I stared at him, feeling extra naked without his body over mine.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wondering if there was some signal I'd missed.
He sighed happily and tucked his arm behind his head.
"Going to sleep next to a well pleased mate."
I sat up, holding an arm over my breasts as I stared down at him.
"That's it?" I didn't understand what was going on, and some of the afterglow was disappearing as I realized he didn't plan to have sex.
He opened one eye and peered at me.
"Did I not satisfy you?" He moved as if to get up again. "I can lick you some more, but I'll admit I'm a little tired to do this all night.”
I motioned between us.
"I thought-" I shook my head and cursed when the tent swayed with the motion. The booze had finally caught up with me, and I was feeling a little too sloshy to stay upright.
Dargo chuckled and pulled my head down to his chest.
"There will be plenty of time to do everything we want. Tonight we can enjoy this, and once you're clear-headed, I’ll gentle you and cement our mating."
"Seriously?" I grouched, wishing he didn't make such a comfy pillow. "I'm not that drunk, I knew what I was saying yes to."
"I believe you little Firebrand. But when I make you mine, I want nothing between us, not fear or too much brew."
Huh. I laid my hand on his belly realizing for the first time he'd kept his loin cloth on. Maybe Penny was right, this really wasn't just about sex for him.