Chapter 42
Halley
Isink into the kiss. Accommodating tusks isn’t in my usual repertoire, but I’ve never been one to turn away from a problem.
Quite the opposite; the scientist in me is thrilled to explore all the ways kissing Eot is different to kissing a human.
And I’ve got to say, the evidence is quickly stacking up in Eot’s favor.
What finesse he lacks he amply makes up for in enthusiasm.
And boy, do his sex pheromones win him a lot of brownie points!
If I were to make a Venn diagram of all the kisses I’ve experienced, Eot’s would be in a circle of their own, and there’d be little-to-no overlap between him and Earth.
There’s a hot, hard bulge between us, pressing against my stomach. Experimentally, I roll my hips, increasing pressure, and Eot gasps against my mouth. The sound travels straight down my nerve endings, and I do it again.
“Fek, Halley!” He shudders, grabbing my hip in one large hand, as if preparing to push me away. He doesn’t push, though, just stares at the place where his fingers brush against an inch of my bare stomach, my T-shirt having ridden up a fraction.
When he tightens his hold, his fingers sink into the soft padding covering my hip, and I actually feel his dick shudder at the sight. As if an inch of my bare stomach is all that it’ll take to make him come.
“If you like the look of that,” I whisper, “check these out.” And I pull my T-shirt over my head, tossing it onto the sand beside us.
I leave my bra on. If Rin were to wake, I’d want a fighting chance of being able to cover myself before she was to see anything she shouldn’t.
Judging by the way Eot’s pupils are so round there’s no visible color in his eyes, I don’t think he cares that I'm not completely naked.
Reverentially, he skates his hand up my stomach to knead one breast. I push into his hand, arching my back, giving him a show and absolutely loving the reaction my body is sparking in him.
“Arrok females...” Eot begins, but he’s immediately distracted, pressing open-mouthed kisses along the length of my throat and over the globes of my breasts.
Then he turns his head, rubbing his neck against my skin.
He might still be wearing his neckerchief, but I know he’s instinctively trying to coat me in his pheromones—as much as he can through the layer of fabric.
Marking me. Staking his claim.
“Arrok females aren’t so big in the chest area?” I guess, willing to put money on this being his first time seeing boobs.
He nods, alternating between kissing and scent marking, and the only reason I’m not a hot mess of a puddle at his feet is pure curiosity.
Because from my place on Eot’s knee, I can see over his shoulder to where Keelo’s supposedly fast asleep in his bedroll—except for the discreet yet undeniable up-and-down movement of his blankets.
He mustn’t know I can see him. With the stove at my back, I’m guessing my face is in shadow.
Still, he can probably see enough of Eot and me to know exactly what we’re getting up to.
And he’s not unaffected by it. Quite the opposite, because there’s no disguising that particular up-and-down movement.
Apparently it looks the same on an alien planet as it did back on Earth.
Keelo is fucking his fist.
My own personal porn star.
My pussy aches, and the gusset of my panties is so damp I’m surprised I haven’t leaked through the much thicker denim of my jean shorts.
My fingers fumble with the closure of Eot’s pants, so I concentrate on something I can do and unclasp my own shorts instead.
I’ve got to climb off his lap to pull them down, and the few seconds it takes me to do that, Eot’s got his pants open and his dick out.
It’s… Wow. For the life of me, I can’t understand why I didn’t realize sooner that of course his dick was going to look different to a human’s—and by “different,” I really mean “better.” It’s got ridges along its length and is considerably thicker at the base than at the tip, where a bead of honey colored pre-cum clings.
I also never considered the pros and cons of unprotected sex, but I dismiss my worry. However biologically compatible we are in the dick-to-vagina arena, we’re not the same species, and the possibility of pregnancy is mathematically minute.
Eot’s gaze travels the length of my body, and me with my shorts pushed down to my knees must be sexier than it feels, because his dick visibly twitches again, sending the bead of pre-cum sliding down his length in a way I can only describe as a drop of melted ice cream rolling down the side of a waffle cone.
After more than a month in the desert, I’m craving ice cream like I’ve never craved it before. I swear my mouth is watering, and I stretch out my arm, intending to touch him. Before I can get too close, Eot sinks his fingers into my fleshy hips and maneuvers me so that I’m hovering over his lap.
“Can’t wait,” he moans, his voice gravelly and barely louder than a whisper. “Going to explode if you touch me.”
“Darlin’, that’s the whole point,” I say, grinning wickedly, and I try to sit down.
He keeps a firm hold of my hips, though, so just the tip of his dick nestles into my folds. Pleasure radiates along my spine, but it isn’t enough.
If it’s begging he wants, then it’s begging I’ll give him. I’m putty in his hands. He could mold me into any shape he pleased.
“I need you,” I whine, rocking my hips and trying to find some way to increase the friction. “Please, Eot.”
As I moan his name, I can’t seem able to stop my gaze from going to Keelo.
He’s got the hem of his blanket stuffed into his mouth, as if to stop himself from crying out, and his hand is pumping at a punishing speed.
Exactly how I want to be fucked. We might as well have been the same person, both Keelo and I descending into madness for want of Eot’s dick.
Cunningly, I bow my head to lick at the underside of Eot’s chin, the closest I can get to his covered scent glands.
“Halley!” His whispered cry is all the distraction I need, and I grip his shoulder in one hand and use my other hand to guide his cock to my opening. And then I lower myself onto him.
It’s an easy task. The combination of how dripping wet I am and Eot’s tapered cock means there’s barely any resistance, and the stretch, when it comes, comes with the base of his dick when we’re pelvis to pelvis.
I shudder, grinding down on him, so full and so fucking pleased with myself.
If I were a cyclone, I’d be hurtling out of control.
The weather bureau would be sending out dangerous weather warnings, and meteorologists would be consulting on the invention of a brand-new category to describe the severity of my strength.
I steal Keelo’s tempo, matching every up-and-down movement of his blanket with an up-and-down motion of me on Eot’s dick.
It’s brutal and backbreaking, and the pleasure it’s sparking is sending my body into overload.
I can’t keep my eyes open no matter how hard I try, and when I slip a hand between us to rub my clit, I immediately hit my peak.
Stars blossom behind my eyelids, my legs weaken, and it’s all I can do to hold on to Eot as he takes over, thrusting into me. Then his muscles tense, his body shudders, and his cock pulses as he fills me.