Chapter 8
EIGHT
Amelia
Let’s get to it? Good grief, that was literally the least sexy thing she could have said in this situation.
Actions spoke louder than words, though, as Taron shuddered and let out a moan at her touch. Geez, he was big. Her hand molded to the shape of his cock under those tight pants. It just went on and on. He felt so thick her hand would barely circle him.
He lowered his head and kissed her, gently cupping the back of her head. He was surprisingly tender. His mouth leisurely explored hers. His tongue slipped inside her mouth with no great urgency. He was giving her a chance to back away, to change her mind.
She wasn’t going to. A ripple of excitement rolled through her, making her already tingling pussy grow wet with anticipation. There were a few nerves thrown in there, too.
This was, by far, the most unusual place she’d ever had sex in. She could say with confidence that unless a bomb dropped on this hut, they would be having sex. Blood thrummed through her veins. Her heart pounded fast and hard.
His long fingers slid into her hair. Strong thumbs stroked her cheekbones and down to her jaw. He broke the kiss on a shuddering groan. He stood upright, head tilted back, and swayed his hips toward her.
She had no clue how his pants unfastened.
Running a finger along the waistband revealed no hidden catches that she found.
However, around the back, she encountered that interesting tail that Virilians had.
The thick, blue appendage held still under her attention.
She ran her hands along the entire length.
The skin was thick, ridged, and tipped with that long, sharp barb that was hard and shone like obsidian.
He gazed down at her with eyes like glittering emeralds.
The dark skin around them contrasted, making them appear to glow.
“Do you want this, Amelia?”
She nodded, unable to find words.
“Be sure, because there’s no taking it back. There’s no pretending it didn’t happen or being angry about it later.”
Despite her swimming head and overheated skin, she found some words. “I want this, Taron. Now. No regrets.”
“Very well.” He said it in a serious voice that sent a shiver through her.
He stepped away from her, never breaking eye contact.
His hands moved to his lower back, where that sneaky fastening was apparently hiding.
He undid his pants and pushed them to the floor.
Amelia took it all in. He was hot with his clothes on, but naked, Taron was ripped.
Muscles wrapped, thick and rippling, over a strong, perfectly proportioned frame.
Between his sculpted thighs stood his cock.
Fully erect, the dark, engorged length of it bobbed before her.
The slit at the end of its thick purple head glistened with a drop of wetness. Her mouth went dry with arousal.
He stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders.
With a gentle shove, she fell back on the bed.
Then he was on top of her. His hands were everywhere—sliding up her thighs, over her hips and ribs.
He found the fastening for her flight suit and yanked it open.
Her breasts felt the rush of air, and her already tight nipples hardened further.
Her arms stayed trapped in their sleeves.
He held her suit in place, restricting her movement, as his mouth came down on her breasts.
He laved one tense nipple with his tongue and gently suckled. She bucked against him, her breath coming in quick gasps. “Taron…” she breathed. “Please.”
All he did was lick the underside of her aching breasts before yanking her suit the rest of the way off and hurling it across the room.
Amelia couldn’t remember having ever been so turned on.
He drifted lower. His mouth worked over her belly.
That wonderful tongue dipped into her naval and she shivered; then it moved lower.
She squirmed as he took her thighs in his large hands.
“Open for me, Amelia,” he murmured and spread her legs well apart.
She gave no resistance. She wanted this. Anticipation made her quiver.
She watched him survey the flesh he uncovered with pure male appreciation.
Then, he slowly lowered his head and slid his tongue over her sex.
It was the singular most erotic experience of her life.
She convulsed as a sudden orgasm gripped her, tearing through her like a tidal wave.
A gasp ripped from her lips as her back arched and her fingers dug into the mattress.
He worked her with his mouth, drawing moans from her that she struggled to restrain. Only when she was panting and spent, did he slowly kiss his way back up to her lips. She faintly tasted herself as his mouth devoured her, demanding more. He growled, sending his tongue deep, sliding along hers.
His body settled atop hers. She spread her legs wide to accommodate him.
Rock-hard thighs pressed against her softer ones.
She could feel the fast beat of his heart and feel his uneven breaths on her skin.
His massive cock bore down on her wet, aching slit.
He rocked against her, sending sparks over her skin.
She surged her hips against him, craving more contact. “Inside me,” she panted. “Now.”
He nipped her lower lip. “Patience,” he breathed. “This is my first time with a human.”
“Keep me waiting,” she said through gritted teeth, “and it will be your last.”
Taron chuckled. “I think you will be back for more.”
She liked the challenge in his eyes, but truthfully, he was probably right. What they’d done already was wildly arousing. The sex was bound to be wild. She licked her lips and gazed into his eyes. “Show me,” she whispered in a husky voice.
He positioned himself at her quivering entrance and pushed just the head of him inside. Her eyes flew wide at the invasion. She knew he was big, but he felt big. Her pussy felt stretched, and only the tip of him was inside.
He frowned down at her. “Am I hurting you?”
“I’ll be fine. It’s been a while since I’ve done this,” she said. “And you’re quite large.”
“Relax your body,” he said against her ear, nipping the lobe.
Slowly, he notched in a little further. Amelia breathed deeply, calming her overcharged body and unwinding her muscles. She tipped her head back and closed her eyes, allowing sensations to roll over her. He slid in the rest of the way and held himself there as her body grew used to him.
“Yes, that’s it,” he groaned. “Stars, you’re tight. I can’t… This isn’t… Ah, damn.” He shut his eyes, shuddered, and moved within her. The friction, the incredible feel of him, wrested a moan from her lips.
Her pussy accommodated him. The slight pinch she’d initially felt melted away, replaced with deep, rippling pleasure.
God, she felt so full, so utterly stuffed with his cock, she forgot how to think, how to breathe.
Who needed to do either, with shock waves of pleasure zinging through her with every thrust of his hips? Nope. Not her.
She wrapped her legs around his hips and held on for the ride of her life. He plunged deeply, possessively. The swelling, aching need rose in her, starting in her pussy, then spreading out and gripping her entire body. She met his movements, encouraging more, demanding more.
His breathing turned ragged. His thrusts turned forceful, relentless. With each stroke of his cock, she floated higher. She saw the beads of sweat on his skin, the flush on his face, the expression of agonized bliss twisting his features. His teeth bared, showing those longer, pointed canines.
He was so fucking beautiful it was hard to look at him. Her muscles tensed. Pressure built until she was gasping for breath. Her body found release as stars blew at the corners of her vision. She held onto his shoulders, fingers digging into his firm skin.
She arched as she shattered around him. Her pussy spasmed, gripping him, milking him. She heard him grunt. His arms shook as he held himself above her. His control snapped, and he began thrusting wildly, forcefully.
Waves of pleasure peaked, and he lowered his head. He buried his face in her neck. Finally, he let out a ragged groan and pumped out his release.
Spent, he crashed to the bed beside her, pulling in great heaving breaths.
“Fuck,” he rasped out.
Amelia lay there, dazed, absolutely brain-dead.
Her body was slack with the blissful chemicals coursing through her body.
If someone had told her a week ago that she’d be lying naked in a bed on a distant planet, having just had amazing sex with a Virilian, she would have laughed and laughed and laughed.
She summoned some energy and turned her head.
Taron lay there, staring at the ceiling.
He looked as dazed as she felt, but his expression held a touch of panic.
Maybe that was because they were lying in the middle of a raider camp.
Maybe he was completely overwhelmed because he just had the best sex of his life.
Amelia almost laughed at herself. No, that wasn’t it. She did not know how much sex Taron had—not counting the sex he’d had with himself while watching alien tentacle porn on his ship—but she imagined he’d sampled plenty of females in his journeys across the galaxy.
“So, what did you think?” she asked.
He looked at her warily. “About what?”
“About sex with a human. You said this was your first time.”
He grinned. “Not bad. I’ll need to do it again, maybe a few more times, to make an informed decision.”
She smiled back at him, feeling a little giddy. “I think we can arrange that.”
“Yeah?” He rolled toward her, reaching for her again, when a sound like a humming vibration moved through the air.
“Shit.” Taron jumped off the bed, flattened against the wall, and looked out the window. He muttered something Amelia couldn’t hear.
“What’s going on?” she asked.
He looked at her, his face tight with worry. “A ship is landing in the camp. And that ship looks an awful lot like the Stealth Battleshot that fired on us and shot us down.”