Chapter 9
JAY
Braxton stands, kicking off his boots, and my prick bounces on my stomach as he unzips his coveralls.
I have to lie flatter on the bed and let my head fall back to stare up comfortably at him without my neck aching.
The ceiling of the scoutship is tall to accommodate the standard NV height of seven feet, but his head is still only a few inches away from bumping up against the eggshell-smooth surface.
He has to be careful with his movements, keeping his limbs close so they don’t knock into anything as he strips, letting his coveralls fall to his ankles before he peels off skin-tight underwear.
They left nothing to the imagination, but I’m still a little shocked when his blue givers are free and straining in my direction.
Fuck, they’re hot. Maybe the hottest thing about him? I’m not sure. It’s hard to choose when you’re gawking at someone who looks like a masterpiece that was chiseled to perfection by the most talented sculptor in the galaxy.
“Is everything all right?” he asks when I just keep staring, and don’t say or do anything.
“Oh, yeah—this is great,” I assure him. “Everything’s great.”
“Then… I believe it’s your turn.”
“Oh, yes.” I snap out of the stupor his sexy ass put me in, and clumsily get my puny human limbs out of my coveralls.
“Wow, Jay,” he says as I flip over to lie on my stomach.
He’s gawking at me now, which doesn’t make sense and makes me want to pinch myself—but this is definitely not a dream. In my dreams Braxton never walks over to the bed and tells me to flip back over so he can straddle my waist.
“Come again?” I ask.
“You heard me.”
The motherfucker is full of surprises. I obey his command, and cords of muscle ripple under his skin as he climbs on, his heavy ass making every nerve in my crotch pulse when he sits on it.
This is all it takes for me to shiver with sensation as Braxton leans forward, his warm breath caressing my chin.
“Now, I want you to fuck me, little one,” he orders, lifting off my lap just enough for me to stick my cock inside him. “Fuck your commander.”
Overtaken by lust, I almost do what he says without question, but I’m on a mission today. And the outcome of that mission will determine if this is the one time the commander and I fuck, or if we’ll share this raw passion for the rest of our lives.
“Okay, commander, but only if you take your turn next. ‘Cause I’m not fucking your ass if you’re not fucking mine.
And you really want me to fuck you, right?
” I wrap sweat-damp fingers around my cock and tease his entrance with the tip.
And, Jesus, he’s so wet for me. A lot wetter than the head of my dripping dick is from human pre-come.
I guess that’s why he hasn’t mentioned lube or getting warmed up with spit.
A hrrumph comes out of him as he tries to seat himself on my dick, but I pull away before he can.
That was a close one!
The following sound of protest is much louder, but gets quieter and quieter until I have a silent, clearly frustrated alien pouting above me. “That might be a stretch too far, even for rulebreakers like us, Jaxus. You know what could happen.”
Something tells me it won’t help if I let Braxton know I’m aware it would take at least two joinings for anyone to realize we broke the rules, so I play dumb.
“You don’t have to come inside me, commander.
I would love for your life seed to fill all my empty places, and slowly drip out of my hole when you’re done with me, but we can’t always get what we want.
I’m willing to settle for you pulling out and coming on my face. ”
“I accept your terms, little one,” he says, his words so proper, but there are fierce gold streams in his dark magenta aura that look like sparks. I’m confident he’s about to get in touch with his primal side, and it will not want to pull out of my tight human ass.
“Then what are you waiting for?” I ask, slapping one of his perky cheeks as I hear Hex’s gruff question from earlier coming out of my mouth. He asked that when my mouth was about to take his givers, and now Braxton’s ass is about to take my cock.
“I’m waiting for you to put your dick back near my hole,” Braxton growls.
Good answer.
I’m not really a virgin anymore—at least not in one major way—and Braxton still is, but I don’t feel like I’m in any way taking on a dominant, more experienced role as he braces himself, his strong hands covering my entire chest. I feel so tiny under them and between his powerful thighs, holding my prick where he wanted it.
And I’m just…there, waiting for him to ride me at whatever pace he’ll set.
Is this how power bottoms do it? Is Braxton a power bottom?
He moans as he lowers himself onto my cock, and I feel some resistance from his wet tight heat as it envelops me. He clearly needs some time to adjust but I mindlessly arch my back, fitting myself balls-deep in the commander’s virgin hole, joining us completely.
Braxton bares his fangs and runs his claws over the contours of my chest. The scratches he leaves behind sting and elicit whimpers that have never fallen from my lips before. The pain distracts perfectly from the pleasure I’m drowning in.
Just the mere motion of his hips making steady circles nearly undoes me, and as he begins rocking them with my upward thrusts, I know I can’t take much more.
I lock eyes with him, knowing what human eyes do to NVs, and the swirl of his aura quickens around him.
“How much seed are you going to shoot on me?” I grunt out, grabbing his givers and pumping them hard and fast. “I hope it’s a lot. I want to be covered in it, commander.”
“That will depend on you,” he moans. “How much come do you think you can fuck out of me, little human?”
“At least tuh-two loads,” I pant, thrusting harder.
“You will get at least two, little one,” he moans. “If you’re rough with me like that.”
He wants rough? I’ll give him rough. I let go of one giver to pinch and twist a dark blue nipple, then grip his white-haired balls, jerking them down and using them to hold him in place, right near the base of my prick as I slam into him with all of my strength.
He sounds like a great beast roaring at the sky as he comes, his hole squeezing me so blissfully it milks the come out of my cock as hot spurts of Giver arousal rain down on me, like I’m showering in his seed.
“Were those loads to your satisfaction?” the commander asks the trembling mess beneath him.
I, the trembling mess, nod slowly as my breathing evens out. “It was, commander, but you still need to fuck one more load out of me.”