Chapter 14 #2
His words and the low growl of his voice send a delicious shiver through me.
“And you will,” I promise him, my own voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
“When you heal you can, um, breed with me as often as you want. But this time, I’m in charge.
” I reach down between my own legs to slide my hand over his length through the bedsheet.
God, he’s huge. It fills me with a heady mix of trepidation and desire.
Can I even take him? I’m not sure, but I’m eager to try.
“Do you agree to the conditions?” I ask, my gaze flicking up to his as I slowly stroke the outline of his hard-on through the blanket.
He looks like he wants to argue, but when I stop the movement of my hand, he sighs and grudgingly nods.
A moment later, his facial features begin to shift and change into Mulford’s.
It’s the face I grew to care for, more conventionally attractive than the strange alien being. But still, I say, “Wait.”
His appearance snaps back into his natural form. “What?” he asks. “I will take the disguise you like.”
“I like this one,” I tell him.
“This?” He blinks at me, and then pointedly down at the sizable bulge between his legs.
I blush. I’m not sure if it’s possible, but I have to try. “Yes, X,” I say, with more confidence than I feel. I carefully draw the blanket back and settle back atop his lap. Then I look down at the huge, ridged length now pressing into my thigh, and stifle a gasp.
X swallows visibly at the first touch of my skin against his cock. He’s cool to the touch, almost terrifyingly thick. The ridges, I notice, are more flexible than his main shaft, and spiral up over his length. I bet they would feel fucking incredible.
X still seems uncertain. “I will not be offended if you wish for me to—”
He cuts off with a low, liquid word in his own alien language as I spit onto my palm and wrap my fist around him.
“I want you like this,” I tell him, sliding my hand up from base to tip.
It makes me throb just thinking about fitting this thing inside me.
I twist my hand slowly over him as I stroke, my fingers curiously toying with the ridges along his shaft, and he lets out a sound almost like a purr deep in his throat.
I’d probably be making the same sound if I could, because all I can think of is ribbed for her pleasure condom commercials.
But right now, it’s his pleasure I want to think about.
I sit back on my heels, still straddling his thighs, and stroke him at a steady rhythm.
I watch his eyes go half-lidded and dreamy as I experiment with different speeds and pressure, reading his facial expression and body language cues.
Every groan and shiver rewards my efforts and heightens my own desire.
After a few minutes, I can’t resist any longer—I slide upward on his body, so that the base of his cock is right between my legs, and grind against him while I continue to stroke him.
The feeling of the lowest ridge pressing against my clit is unbelievable. I moan, throwing my head back and shutting my eyes as I lose myself in the sensation, the speed of both my gyrating hips and my hand on his cock increasing.
“Calli,” he growls.
“Yes, X,” I gasp. “Right there—”
He grabs me by the hips and holds me still. I squirm, frustrated, and open my eyes to glare at him.
“Let me feel you,” he says. “I want to be inside of you.”
My gaze softens at the desperation in his voice.
I undo my robe and toss it aside, revealing myself completely to him. I’m completely naked, straddling an alien who could snap me like a twig, and I’ve never felt so powerful—because when he gazes up at me, I know he would do anything I ask of him.
I’m his. He’s mine.
“Let me do the work,” I remind him. “You’re wounded.”
I rise up on my knees as high as I can, which gives me just barely enough room to line up the head of his cock between my legs.
My breath hitches and my nerves surge again.
Even dripping wet and aching for this, I’m not sure I’ll be able to take him.
But when I glance down and meet his eyes, I relax.
He’s trusting me not to hurt him despite his injury, and I’m trusting him to be patient with me; I’m sure we can figure out a way to work.
If this is physically impossible, I know he’ll be willing to shape-shift into whatever form I desire.
But I said I wanted his true self, his natural form, and he trusted me enough to give it to me. It would be silly not to at least try to take him fully.
I relax as much as I can and slowly lower myself down. I rock my hips, rubbing his tip along my folds and gathering some of the glistening wetness waiting there. He lets out a low groan, hands clenching into fists at his sides, though he heeds my warning to let me take the reins.
“You see how badly I want you?” I ask, holding eye contact while I continue to move my hips.
I need him to understand that I mean it when I say I desire him in his true alien body.
Because I do. God knows that if he weren’t injured, I’d be eager to experience each and every way he can give pleasure to me.
I’m very curious about those tentacles. But this time is about him, and about intimacy. “Tell me how it feels.”
“Warm,” he says, the word hoarse. “Wet.” A sigh, his eyelids fluttering. “Good. Very good.”
I smile, nerves dissipating in a surge of affection, and lower myself farther, bringing just the head of his cock inside of me.
Gasping at the pressure, I pause there, adjusting to the way he stretches me out.
Yet even though it hurts, it’s a pleasant ache.
Once the initial shock passes, my muscles relax, and I crave more of that fullness and pressure.
“There we go,” I whisper, and look down to meet his eyes again.
The intensity in his black gaze sends a shiver through me from head to toe, easily making me forget about any lingering hint of pain.
His chest rises and falls with shaky breaths, and his hands fist in the sheets at his sides.
“Are you all right?” I ask, concerned for a moment.
“Am I hurting you?” I start to lift myself up and off of him, but he immediately grabs me by the waist and holds me still.
“No,” he growls. “Not pain.” He holds my gaze, letting me feel his sincerity. “Very, very good.”
I smile. “Ah.” I wriggle my hips, sliding slightly lower on his shaft, and he lets out a desperate growl deep in his throat.
His hips arch up toward me, and I immediately grab on to his arms to prevent myself from sliding lower.
“No,” I say sternly. “We have to do this slowly.” For both of our sakes.