Chapter 43
PLAN C
AMARA
MY BODY IS on the verge of complete combustion from the prolonged edging.
The intense, building pressure and full-body euphoria are beyond anything I’ve ever experienced, but the agony accompanying it is equally profound.
At this point, I’m probably a few seconds away from psychosis or violence. Not sure which.
“Breathe,” Vexar whispers, and I try. I honestly try, but all I can manage are short gasps. I need to come. The tip of a second finger nudges at my entrance, and some of the tension in my body melts as it joins the first. The slight stretch mellows into a simmering, pleasurable fullness that—
“Oh shit,” I groan. Every inch of my skin prickles with heightened awareness. Even the sheets beneath me feel like they’re teasing my flesh, and I grab handfuls of the fabric as I reach a blinding peak.
“Come for me, Amara,” Vexar says, seconds before his mouth finds my clit and he sucks.
I shatter. My vision darkens, body pulses and vibrates as wave after wave of unbelievable pleasure rocks through me. When I come back to reality, Vexar’s fingers are gently kneading against my walls in a rhythmic pattern, bringing me back to the brink of ecstasy.
“That was perfect,” he purrs into my flesh. “You are perfect.”
It’s only then that I realize he’s using three fingers.
Not two. He must have added the third while I was lost in my orgasm.
The satisfying fullness and the motion of Vexar’s tongue bring me back to an unbearable peak.
I’m balanced right on the edge, expecting to fall at any second.
But I don’t. Somehow, the pleasure builds even higher.
His tongue and hand work in perfect symphony.
The sensation of fullness is … it’s … holy shit, it’s so fucking good.
Then it’s gone.
“Wait, wha…” My words trail off as Vexar starts climbing up my body.
Holy shit.
His eyes are pitch black, muscles bulging, cock hard and bobbing against his stomach, and I suddenly feel giddy. How in the hell did I end up here? Really though? Did I die or … what?
“Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks in a throaty whisper.
I nearly laugh. “Yeah, I’m very sure. You’re exactly what I want.”
Moving with slow purpose, he presses a soft kiss to my mouth before saying, “You have to tell me if I am doing something wrong.”
“Just do what feels good, and I’ll tell you if it doesn’t for me.”
For the first time since we met, his cheeks flush. It’s one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. When he’s propped on one elbow, hips nestled between my thighs, and his free hand stroking my left knee, something runs up the length of my slit. It feels like a … finger? But his hands are—
I yelp as whatever it is sucks onto my clit. The abrupt surge of sensation has me gasping for air and squirming beneath Vexar’s massive weight.
“Did you forget about my virga?” he rumbles quietly.
Holy shit. Holy shit. Yes, I forgot about his virga, and fuck…
“Is it good?” he asks, playfully nudging the side of my face with his nose.
The cheeky bastard. He knows damn well how good it is. But I can’t seem to find the ability to speak. All I can do is rock my hips and make strange mewling sounds as my hands grip the back of his broad neck.
The head of his cock brushes over me, and he lets out a ragged breath as his entire body tenses. Tingles run up my spine.
“You are so warm,” he says as he presses his forehead to mine, sending trails of cool water from his still-wet hair sliding down my cheeks.
Anticipation curls in me like a snake. “Keep going,” I whisper.
There’s a shift in his weight, and the blunt head of his cock presses more firmly against my entrance.
He sucks in a sharp breath, and on his exhale, the air around us vibrates.
Fuck, his weird alien sounds are so sexy.
He pushes forward a little more. Bolts of electricity arc over my skin.
A little more. God, I needed this. A little more.
My moans turn into a surprised gasp as the sensation of fullness reaches past the point of intense.
Holy shit. He’s not going to fit. I don’t know why I wasn’t worried about this earlier.
Sure, I could get the head of his cock in my mouth just fine, but it’s not a normal cock.
Well, not a ‘human’ cock. And the head is narrower than the rest of it.
So what’s it going to feel like when he’s all the way in?
A string of incoherent sounds leaves me as he sinks a bit deeper.
My nails dig into the back of his neck. His entire body shakes, and I can feel the scattered surge of mixed emotions as they charge through him.
Heat spreads, blending pleasure with confused panic.
Part of my body instinctively tries to bear down on him, to push away the invasion, while the rest of me pulls at him for more. I’m a writhing contradiction.
“Please, tell me to stop,” he says, his voice tight and strained.
I shake my head. “No, I need more.” And it’s true. Whatever panic I felt is already gone, and all that remains is the unrelenting need for more. But he doesn’t move.
His face presses to the top of my head, and that’s when I feel his terror. He’s spiraling again.
“Hey,” I whisper, “you’re not hurting me. Everything’s fine.”
Nothing.
Frustration blooms. I’m not a porcelain doll and I want him. I want all of him. Every part. Good, bad, dangerous, whatever there is, I want it all. And more than that, I want him to believe me when I speak.
I grip his face in both hands and say firmly, “You are not going to hurt me. I will tell you if you need to stop.” But I don’t think he hears me. His face is hard and expressionless. “Vexar?” Nothing.
Fuck it. Time for plan C.
I pull my hand off his face and bring it back with force.
The crack of my palm impacting his cheek is loud, but the deep growl that vibrates through his chest is louder.
A nervous thrill runs through me as his face slowly tilts down.
My skin prickles and my hair stands on end.
Scary-Vexar has arrived, and he is both sexy and intimidating.
I swallow, and in as firm a tone as I can manage, say, “Let go.”