“It’s so thick,” she said, her fingers wrapped around the widest section.
I let her explore my length, her fingers tentative at first, but firmer as her confidence grew. Her soft hands encircled the first thick bulge before sliding down over the different sections all the way to the base. I groaned as her hands moved back up, gliding over the ridges and dips.
Her arousal spiked, hitting me so hard I had to close my eyes and hold my breath, lest I lose control and flip us over and drive into her now. But I didn’t want to scare her away. I needed to take this slow, even though it was killing me.
It was the feel of her wet tongue darting out to lick at the tip of my cock that had my eyes popping open again.
“Krux!”
I gritted my teeth as her mouth wrapped around me, engulfing the entire first section of my cock, and she made the sexiest, most mind-numbing moan. The sound vibrated right through me, joining the loud rumbling from my chest, making beautiful music.
I reached for her, unable to stop myself, and threaded my fingers through her hair. My rough touch only made her moan louder, her eyes rolling back. With her fiery curls in my fist, I moved her up and down just that first section.
It felt so good. I’d heard all about this, even seen it done in vids, but I hadn’t been ready for just how good her wet mouth and tongue felt. And krux, she looked perfect with those plump red lips wrapped around me.
But the delicious scent of her arousal was filling my lungs, and I wanted, needed, to taste her too.
She let out a breathy protest as I pulled her off my cock, my fingers still tangled in her hair. There was the sexiest wet plop as her mouth left my cock.
“You are still dressed,” I growled.
With one fluid motion, I peeled off the mostly see-through T-shirt and tossed it toward my sleeping nook. I caressed her, my hand gliding from her slender waist to the soft swells of her chest. I didn’t have those, and they fascinated me endlessly. She was so soft, her skin smooth, her form lush and rounded. Everything about her was different from me. I was all muscle and hard angles. I wanted to commit every curve to memory.
Deciding to try something I’d seen in one of the many sex videos another hunter had sent me, I grabbed her hips and pulled her over my face.
This was supposed to be position number sixty-nine, though I had never successfully found the previous sixty-eight positions. But that didn’t seem to matter. Kiera was dripping with need, and I wanted a taste.
Unable to remove her crotch covering in this position, I exposed the claws from the first finger of each hand and carefully cut through the fabric on either side. Then, burying my face into the dampest part of the fabric, I clamped down with my teeth and tore the garment away.
I was sure we skipped a lot of the kissing and touching and exploring that we were supposed to do before reaching this position, but right now, I did not care.
My first taste of her was divine, and I knew this very instant that no matter what I’d wanted before, Kiera was mine.
Chapter 14: Kiera
I knew I was lost the moment Bael’k cut the panties off my body with his claws and tore them away with his teeth. Fuck! That was the sexiest thing anyone had ever done to me.
And now he was burying his face in my pussy, licking and nibbling like he was starving and I was a buffet. I hadn’t expected to be sixty-nining with a Xarc’n warrior, and I hadn’t expected him to be so good at it. I gripped his cock, my hands moving up and down over the thick bulges.
It was difficult to get anything more than just the first thick bulge of his cock into my mouth without my jaw complaining. Thank you, no thank you, genetics for my small jaw. But it didn’t really matter in this position anyway because of our size difference. With his strong hands clamped onto my hips and holding me prisoner over that talented tongue, that first section was all I could reach anyway. Not to be outdone by his enthusiasm, I used my hands on the other two, one on top of the other.
It was impossible to focus on Bael’k’s mouthwateringly hot cock when he was licking me like that.
And plus, his whole body was vibrating. It was like sitting on a full crotch vibrator with an extra-thick and flexible tongue. Long too.
I’d known all about the companies making monster-sized and shaped dildos from back before the collapse, and if they were still around, I’d totally send in a request for a monster, or in this case, an alien, face to sit on.
I was a one-alien infinity kebab, speared through both ends. Oh god! What the hell was wrong with me? Of all the things that could get me off, it was the thought of getting spit-roasted by one alien warrior that threw me off the edge?
Okay, that, and Bael’k’s extremely agile tongue that was curling inside me and hitting something that tongues usually didn’t hit.
I screamed, the sound muffled by the alien cock in my mouth, as blinding pleasure twisted me thoroughly, then I continued screaming as it wrung me dry.
I was totally failing the giving portion of the sixty-nine, but in my defense, Bael’k was giving enough for the both of us, and I didn’t have enough brain cells left to do anything but receive.
But as the knee-shaking spike of pleasure waned, I focused on him again, wanting to give something back. His cock was slick enough with my saliva for my hands to glide over the velvety skin. I twisted my hands over the thick bulges and was rewarded with a low, sexy groan.
A sudden blinding light from the navigation screen drew my attention.
