He leans against the door frame and his eyes rake lovingly over my body.
“I’d eat dirt if it made you happy, little human.”
“I’d rather you eat me, big boy,” I joke as I scrape the last bit of porridge from the bowl.
But Ke’ain, who to be fair, still has yet to understand the finer points of my human humor, grins and reaches for me.
“Not now!” I yelp playfully as he throws me over his shoulder and slaps my ass. The plastic bowl and spoon clatter to the floor dramatically.
“You would deny me after the wealth of cinnamon I just supplied you?” Ke’ain laughs.
“Wealth? Since when do a few sprinkles of spice equal wealth?” I slap at his back and try to avoid eye contact from the others in the ship's corridors.
“The bottle cost more than most of these soldiers’ yearly pay, just for your information,” he says, running his hand up the back of my thigh, dangerously close to pussy.
“Ke’ain, Jesus fuck, it’s just cinnamon!” He pushes the data pad mounted on the wall outside his cousin’s chambers, and the door whooshes open. We enter and it snaps shut behind us. Ke’ain tosses me like a sack of potatoes onto the large bed.
He runs his hands over my oversized gray jumpsuit, putting his palm over my sex and drawing his eyes up to my own.
“I’d give you all the cinnamon on this planet if it would keep you happy.” Ke’ain slides his hand down and traces the crotch seam of the jumpsuit. I can feel the pressure of it on my clit, even through the layer of rough fabric.
“Even if you made me eat those awful-looking sq’aurks, I’d still be happy as long as I was here with you.” I sit up and stretch my hand out to cradle his cheek.
Ke’ain places his hand over mine, and his mouth twitches into a smarmy grin. “Well, at least I’ll save money on cinnamon.”
“Way to miss the point there, Ke’ain,” I say as he presses his lips into mine. The force of his kiss puts me flat on my back.
Ke’ain steadies himself over me with a hand on the bed. I wiggle my hips, wanting nothing more than to remove the barrier of clothing between us. Ke’ain grabs one of my hands and pins it over my head, and I arch my hips higher, my heartbeat throbbing in my ears and between my legs.
An electronic beep breaks our lustful concentration as Raf’ere’s annoyed voice comes over the speaker. “Officer Hy’rul, please report to the bridge.”
As if broken from a trance, I can suddenly smell my own armpit BO.I absolutely reek!
“Oh my god Ke’ain, why didn’t you tell me I smelled this bad?”
The gray alien leans in close, despite my squirming and protesting, and takes a big whiff.
“I love it,” he says as he darts his tongue out and licks the sweat out of the hollow of my pit.
“Ke’ain, first absolutely not, second just because you’re into this doesn’t mean I want to stink.” I push his chest and roll to my side.
“I suppose if you must wash, there’s a water closet just behind that door there.” He points to it and palms the bulge in his pants as he looks me over seductively, making no attempt to hide his actions. “Want help washing?”
“You know it's not the first time I’ve bathed, right? I’ll be fine.”
Despite my sarcasm, I know what he’s implying, but for some reason, I want to be a little bratty. Okay, more like I like being a bratall the time.
“As you wish, Opal,” he says, putting his hands behind his head as he seems to settle in for a nap.
Seeing him on that bed, though, I get unsettlingly mushy. I’m not sure if it’s despite or because of the massive erection straining the fabric of his pants—but it probablydoesn’t hurt.
“Thanks, for the food, for the stupid expensive cinnamon, for saving me, for you know… just all of it.”
Ke’ain peeks open one eyelid. “Thank you for trusting me… and thank you for letting me keep you.” His cheeky expression is replaced by a far more serious one.
Biting my lip, I look away. Ke’ain’s gaze is too intense, and despite my stink, I’m still horny as fuck.
Step one, shower. Step two, get banged.
