Chapter 10
brAXTON
I hope my little human knows what he’s getting into.
I am sore just from his human cock—and wondering if sitting on anything else will feel unwise for a few hours—so it is safe to say my givers could make sitting uncomfortable for him for a few days.
I do not want to hurt him while we fuck, or to leave him hurting after, but fair is fair and I did promise him I would take my turn.
So, I ease off of him and take a case off a pillow to wipe him down. Then I stand and pull him off the bed.
“Not here?” he asks, lifting a brow.
“Not here,” I confirm, leading him to a wall on the other side of the ship, before I give the command that turns the wall into a screen, showing him what the surveillance tech is picking up outside of the ship.
I chose a spot for us that is higher above the Earth than the Derecko. A spot where we have a better view of distant stars. They stretch across the dark abyss of space like glittering diamonds in a black sky. I want to marvel at their beauty while I fuck my beautiful little human.
“Holy suns and moons, Commander,” he says, shooting me a smile over his shoulder. “You picked a lovely spot.”
“I have dreamed about bringing you to this spot and kissing you so many times, and now we are finally here,” I say, my voice choked with emotion as I get on my knees behind him.
We are nearly the same height now, which makes it easier for me to wrap myself around him and pull him in close, like a protective embrace.
His body is so warm against mine, I feel my heart quicken as my aura glows.
He leans back into me and I gently push his head forward and down, brushing hair aside so I can kiss his neck.
My little one shudders with pleasure and presses his well-toned ass into my half-hardness.
He turns his head to kiss me and both givers lengthen as he tastes the outline of my lips and the inside of my mouth.
He is so good at it I get a little jealous, wondering who taught him how to use his mouth to excite a pair of NV givers this much without even putting his lips on them.
Has he been kissing Hex or Xan, or is this just another one of his natural talents?
“What did I do to cause that?” he asks, pulling away as he notices my intense green aura, which—just like each of my givers—has grown to its maximum size.
“It is not you,” I tell him gently. “It is my own foolish emotions.” How can I be jealous of Hex or Xan when I’m the one who is alone with Jay now, doing a lot more than kissing?
I go back to tasting his neck before Jay can say anything else about it, and then I trail kisses down his so lovely, so breakable spine, and use my tongue in the tight, warm hole where humans don’t get wet when aroused.
Sometimes their physiology is so strange to me. Givers were not necessarily built to be penetrated. We are primarily built to penetrate, but there is no place on our bodies where we can feel immense pleasure, and have to add something that is lacking to make sure we do it safely.
I add a lot of spit to Jay’s hole, getting him very slick for my entry, and he moans, whimpers—and even cries out a few times, spreading his legs wide apart and splaying his hands on the wall-screen.
I want, more than anything, for him to keep making those sounds for me.
For them to be so loud they’ll echo through the ship.
There’s this raw, frantic heat between us that can only form between two primed bodies, and I swear I feel his desires as strongly as my own, pulsing through me as I sink my tongue in harder, jamming it against that spot that made me lose my mind when his dick was inside me.
“You better hurry up and fuck me,” Jay groans, “before I come all over the wall just from you fucking me with your tongue.”
I straighten behind him, on my knees, wishing I could film what’s about to happen and play it back later, whenever my givers are missing him. “I love you and your filthy mouth, Jaxus Cross.”
“I love you too, Commander.”
I grab the back of his neck and his shoulder, easing one giver inside with one smooth thrust.
“Little one, you’re—” my voice breaks before I can even get the words out, which is good, because I was about to cheesily call him paradise. But that’s what he feels like: this surge of ultimate bliss.
There’s a lot of tension in his shoulders, so I move very slowly, not wanting my paradise to become his hell.
I make sure to drag the head of my giver over his spot repeatedly as he relaxes around my intrusion.
I also reach around to stroke his limp cock, wanting so badly for him to get lost in his own bliss.
He seems distracted by something, though, the tension getting worse even as he moves with me, making some of those wonderful sounds.
There’s so much I wish I could whisper in his ear that I can’t express in human words.
Human languages are too limited, missing some crucial additions, just like their holes.
But, even though Jay’s won’t get wetter on its own, it is intoxicating.
“You have quite the grip,” I breathe, with another delicious slide into him.
He flushes so hard I see the pink rising on the olive skin of his back. “Imagine how it will feel with both givers.”
I’m not sure I can, and I don’t dare ask for it. I will only accept an offer that is given by him. “That’s not something that…has to be considered.”
“Oh yes, it does,” he argues. “I’ve been concentrating very hard on being ready for it.”
So that is why his cock grows so slowly in my hand, and his shoulders are so stiff. He is preparing to make himself ready for two givers through sheer will. “Let’s not try to force it, little one. Let’s enjoy what we can.”
“Fuck that,” my stubborn little human huffs. “I want all of you. I just…honestly, I never realized they were both this big. You’re a real fucking grower.”
I snort and feel myself flushing. “I’ve never seen myself this swollen before either. This happens with some of our kind, especially if we’ve never mated before. A lot of built-up need shows itself this way.”
“Love that for you,” he mutters, sounding exasperated.
“Let me try something,” I say, willing to do anything to improve his mood—even if I have been reluctant to move at a speed humans can’t, while I’m fucking him. But I’ve heard it can help smaller beings take our girth and it’s not like I have another option.
My hands slide down to hold his hips and I increase my speed rapidly, my givers a blur as I pull in and out. The one that isn’t in paradise rubs against the small of Jay’s back, and the rush of movement loosens rigid muscles.
“Ohhhhh, Commander,” he moans. “That’s working.”
Thank the stars.
Sensations are dulled a bit with me moving this fast, but that’s a small price to pay for Jay’s comfort, and fucking him is going to feel even better with both givers in an ass that can enjoy them.