Chapter 6 Rotten
She actually came! I mean, of course she did.
But I’m still extremely gratified that she got up the nerve to visit my quarters.
I thought I’d missed my chance when I heard the banging on the door and realized I was asleep in the tub.
But it wasn’t too late. It was her, and she’s here and sending lots of mating signals.
So why am I fiddling with the fire instead of snuggling up to my delightful human?
I glance back at her, and she looks thoroughly delicious perched in the corner of my lounger.
I think her zipper may have gotten lower than it was a minute ago, which is a great sign, I think.
But she still looks stiff and a little nervous sitting straight-backed on the edge of the furniture.
I want to tell her to relax. I'll take care of everything. But I’m a little nervous too.
How do you calm a skittish human? Do you kiss them, pet them, or give them a snack? No. Humans aren’t pets. They’re just like us Xanxians.
Except if we were really the same, we’d be naked by now. Elana would have already sensed my arousal and acknowledged her own. The scent of her desire is clear and sharp, but she’s not acting on it at all. Does she want me to take charge or ignore it?
When I can’t play with the fire anymore, I wash my hands and join her on the lounger.
“Are you settling into your room, okay?” I ask.
She looks up at me and wrinkles her nose.
“As well as can be expected. I think I’m in shock. Like, I should be trying to analyze everything that’s happened so far and make a plan to figure things out. But instead, I want to….” She trails off.
I scoot in closer so I can smell her soft scent mingling with the soap I stock onboard The Defiant. I like that she smells like something of mine.
“Go on. You can tell me what you want.”
She smiles ruefully.
“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to say it. I want to forget. I want to blot this whole day out and whatever comes next. It’s too terrible and overwhelming.”
“Living in the moment is important,” I say carefully.
“It’s not easy for me to do. Most of the time, I’d rather watch and consider. But now I need to act.”
My hearts beat a little faster. I think this is my cue to make my move, but I still have a sliver of doubt holding me back.
“Tell me what you want to do,” I say and lean a little closer. Her desire to mate is so strong I can practically taste it.
“I want to kiss you.” Her voice is soft, like she’s uncertain.
“Are you sure?”
This makes her laugh.
“Of course, I’m sure. It’s just hard for me to say.” She looks down at her lap. I gently reach over and turn her face towards me.
“I’m afraid you’re going to have to try. It’s a known fact that you must let humans tell you what they want instead of assuming based on their mating signals.”
“I’m sending mating signals?' Her cheeks flush a dark pink.
“Yes. Very loudly.” I reach over and grasp her hand. She squeezes it.
“Oh, goodness. Well, that makes things easier.”
“Does it?”
“At least I won’t have to say it. You already know.”
“But still, I can’t do anything until you say ‘go.’ And even then, I won’t know what you like or what your limits are.
Xanxians don’t need to talk so much because we can sense each other’s feelings.
And no one gets embarrassed about speaking plainly if something isn’t working.
So, you’ll have to talk me through this, because I want to please you more than anything. ”
“You do?” She seems genuinely surprised.
“Yes,” I say with as much sincerity as I can muster.
“Then kiss me,” she breathes.
I lean in slowly and capture her lips in a gentle kiss. Only our lips touch. She makes a noise in her throat, like it’s not enough.
“More than that,” she says.
“You’d better take off your glasses.”
She nods and quickly places them on the side table. She turns back to me, lust and uncertainty swirling in her eyes.
I gather her in my arms, her soft curves pressing against me.
She melts into the contact, winding her arms over my shoulders.
My ridges have already started to soften in anticipation, and her touch is making my arousal grow.
But she doesn’t say anything. I think finding the right words is hard for her.
“If you don’t want to tell me what you want, you could always show me,” I suggest.
The words send a ripple of excitement through her body. There. I’ve found the key.
“You don’t mind me taking the lead?”
“Mind? No. Do whatever you want with me. I’ll stop you if I don’t like it.”
“Mmmm…there’s lots I want to do. More than kissing. Naked things. Messy things.”
“The more naked and messy, the better,” I reassure her.
She smiles and bites her lip.
“Then let’s do this.”
She pulls her arms from my shoulders and unties my robe. My dick pulses in response. I love that she wants better access to my body. Under the robe, all I’m wearing are some briefs that are now straining against my erection.
Elana watches me carefully, drinking in the sight of me like she’s dying of thirst. And then her hands are there, gliding over my chest and abs, leaving a trail of goosebumps and desire. She leans in and runs her lips over my neck, then clambers over to straddle my lap.
Standing on her knees, she kisses me, her chest pressed to mine. We’re so close I can feel her heart racing and her scent deepening. Is that a flashlight in her pocket? I slip it out and onto the table.
She makes a frustrated noise into my mouth, then grabs my hand and places it roughly on her ass. I take the hint and hold her there. I wish she was already naked, so I could feel the silk of her skin. She resumes kissing me with adorable determination.
Our lips and tongues dance in a rhythmic push and pull, and her hips grind with the same beat of desire.
She makes a noise again, then lifts her head.
I’m confused before I realize she’s pulling my free hand to the zipper of her jumpsuit.
She nods at me as I tentatively pull the zipper down, revealing her bare chest.
Her skin is the warm beige of sand, so human and foreign to me.
But lovely. When the zipper dips past her navel, she stops me and reaches to pull the jumpsuit from her beautiful round shoulders and full breasts.
I let out a hard breath, desire surging through my blood.
She rises higher on her knees, then pulls my head to her breast, rubbing her hardened nipple over my lips.
I dart out my tongue to taste her there and she moans, pulling me in closer, sliding her nipple into my waiting mouth. I sweep my arm around her, anchoring myself so I can suck and lave at the bud as she grips my hair and whispers my name.
As I lavish her breasts with attention, I notice her hips pushing against me. Her pussy must feel needy right now, but I don’t make any assumptions. I continue teasing her breasts and palming her ass.
“Stars!” she huffs impatiently and pulls away again. She’s standing up to shimmy off the jumpsuit the rest of the way.
I must gasp at the glorious sight of her nude body, because she giggles in response.
I only have a moment to take in the sight of her before she moves again.
My gaze travels over her hungrily. The flushed skin of her cheeks and neck, the heavy bounce of her breasts, the swooping curve of her hips, the wet bud of her pussy under dark curls.
I want to touch every part of her. Taste her, spread her and fuck her until she cries out.
“Patience,” she says, like she can hear my thoughts. I note that she’s more certain in her voice now. “You can manage it if I can.
I make a noise that’s almost like agreement, then wait for her next move.
She looks me over, and all I can think is that I hope I’m pleasing to her.
I want her so badly, it’s all I can do to keep from grabbing her.
Meanwhile, Elana tilts her head like she’s trying to figure out what to do next.
Though I have many suggestions, I wait on edge.
My neglected cock is pressing at my waistband, my shoulders are flat, and I’m sweating as I await her next move.
Finally, her expression changes like she’s made up her mind.
She steps closer to me and slides to her knees.
I try to contain my excitement about what might happen next, but it’s not what I expect.
She leans in so I can feel her warm breath on my chest as she grabs the side of my briefs and works them lower. She doesn’t touch my cock at all, which seems like a crime, but I bite my lip and don’t complain.
My erection springs eagerly from the briefs and is met with nothing but the warm air of the room and the ghost of her breath as Elana retreats. I squeeze my eyes shut, struggling to contain my desperation.
“Good boy,” she whispers.
I groan as a shock of arousal sizzles through me. Elana called me a good boy. Me, Rotten the fearsome pirate. But I liked it. No, I loved it. What does that say about who I am? I don’t care. I just want to give her a reason to say it again.
She stands, which means my cock is definitely not getting love right now, and I stifle a howl of disappointment. But it only lasts an instant because she’s wrapping her arms around my shoulders. My ridges are flat now and extremely sensitive to the touch.
I’m desperate for release, my cock hard against my belly as she strokes my shoulders. I don’t remember the last time my pleasure was delayed and denied this way. Yet somehow, I’m enjoying the pain of waiting, anticipating, and not being in control.
“Please,” I say.
Elana laughs. Instead of tending to my aching cock, she lifts one foot onto my upper thigh.
It’s close enough that my cock stiffens in anticipation, but she doesn’t touch me there.
The scent of her arousal blooms around me as she widens her legs.
From this angle I can’t see her spread pussy, but I picture it in my head.
“This first.” She slides her hand down my arm and grabs my hand. Then she guides it between her legs.
Stars above! She’s already so wet and aroused, all I can think about is sinking my cock into her. But she wants me to make her come with my hands, so for now that's my only goal. She’s still holding on to me, moving my fingers in tight circles over her clit, teaching me how to please her.
Then, when I get the rhythm right, she lets go.
Her arms return to my shoulders, and she pulls me in for a kiss as I rub her clit.
The feel of her hands, mouth, and pussy all at once has my hearts racing and cock rigid and weeping.
I want to come so badly, but I want her to come too.
Somehow, the two have become linked. Her pleasure is mine.
I move my hand faster, and she moans into my mouth.
She leans into me, hungry for what I’m giving her, her excitement and pleasure ringing in every gasp and shudder of her body. This is a power I’ve never felt before.
I own this pleasure of hers, this ability to fulfill her desires completely.
She’s communicating it to me in every way she can.
Beyond the beautiful sounds and shivers, she’s sending the most powerful mating signals I’ve ever received.
It almost makes me wonder if we’re forming a bond due to the intensity of it.
But that’s a question for another day. Now, I have an earth-shattering orgasm to deliver. It’s the only thing that matters.