“But if you do not—”
Releasing one breast, Leigh reached up and grabbed my chin firmly. “Fuck. My. Boobs.”
The desperation in her voice combined with a commanding tone that stirred me into action. I slid myn’rildeeper between her breasts until I could go no farther, then backed almost all the way out. Back and forth I went, taking my time at first. Before much time had passed, though, I began to thrust faster. I panted and moaned as her wet breasts rubbed myn’rilon all sides. Leigh arched her back with a sigh, and when our eyes met again I saw her desire. Perhaps her breasts were erogenous zones for her, much like my gills or myn’rilwere for me.
Encouraged by her expression, I abandoned caution in favor of passion. I put a hand on the seat to either side of her head to brace myself and began to rut. The tractor rocked and creaked in time with my fevered thrusting, and my moans turned to feral grunts. Fire blossomed in my belly and spread through my body, radiating outward until I feared I would ignite.
As my movements became more frenzied, Leigh tilted her head forward and began to catch my tip in her mouth with each forward thrust. She sucked for a brief nanosecond until I pulled back out, and this new stimulation proved to be my undoing. The fire settled in the base of my spine, and mygaaktightened. I slammed into her chest again and again, shouting as my climaxburned through me. With my tip in her mouth and my shaft surrounded by her soft boobs, I stilled as my seed shot down her throat. She sucked harder and swallowed, moaning as I emptied into her.
As soon as she released me with her mouth, I lifted my hips to give her space to breathe. She panted and gasped to catch her breath.
“I did not suffocate you, did I?” I asked.
“No,” she said between gulps of air. “No, that was just … intense. I didn’t expect to find that as hot as I did. I guess I do derive pleasure from that.”
These words made me grin. “I have pleased you.”
“Oh, hell yeah!”
Chapter 9
Leigh
Okay, so titty fucking was definitely going on the menu for future exploits. Who knew it would turn me on so much to watch him fuck my chest? I mean, yeah, the grunting was hot, and so were the faces he made when he started to come, but damn. New kink unlocked.
Once we washed the inside of the cab to hide any spilled evidence, I wrestled my shirt back on and helped T’raat clean up the cleaning supplies. By the time we finished, it was nearly dark—almost dinnertime. Since I didn’t want Dad to see me entering a one-woman wet t-shirt contest, I had T’raat help me climb back up to my room via the trellis to change into dry clothes. It was really too cold out for what I was wearing, but I couldn’t resist the chance to have a little fun with T’raat. The look on his face when I showed up in a skintight tee and short shorts was enough to confirm he liked what he saw.
The rock-hard dick and the way he fucked my tits also served as confirmation that the wardrobe change was a good thing.
I didn’t want Dad to know we were together in my room alone, especially while I was changing. The fact that we made out a bit more while I changed also might have led to problems, so I had T’raat climb back down and enter the kitchen from the outside to wait for me. That way, Dad wouldn’t suspect anything.
With fresh jeans and a baggy sweatshirt on, I went downstairs and entered the kitchen by way of the living room. T’raat sat at the dining table with his hands folded in front of him, and his face showed no trace of suspicious reaction when I walked in. Dad looked up from the newspaper and grunted in lieu of an actual greeting. “Dinner’s late,” he muttered as he turned the page.
“Sorry, Dad.” I grabbed my apron and set to work seasoning some chicken breasts to toss in the oven. “Hey, T’raat, can your people have potatoes?”
He cocked his head in thought. “I believe so. The only forbidden Earth food that I know of is something called pure cane sugar. We are not to eat that in public or in mixed company, though I do not quite know why.”
I had the sudden urge to roofie T’raat with sugar the next time we were alone, just out of sheer curiosity.
While the oven preheated, I peeled a handful of potatoes for mashing. I let them boil for a while and switched to salad prep. With Mom gone most of my life, I became the default cook on the farm, and it was practically no problem at all to add a few things for sudden company, like the twins … or, in this case, T’raat. Thankfully, his presence hadn’t really upended us that much, and so far I had been able to adjust the quantity of food without effort.
We ate in silence, with nothing but the clank of silverware on the plates and the rustling of Dad’s newspaper. Dad got upwithout a word and headed for bed, but the look he threw me over his shoulder on the way out informed me that I shouldn’t consider taking T’raat to my room for the night. Guess I was going back to the barn if I wanted to spend more time with him.
T’raat was a total gentleman as we walked to the barn, keeping his arm around me and his hand lightly resting on my hip. That all changed, however, when we got to the loft. His mouth met mine the instant we got up there, and he held me so close I could feel both hisn’rilpressing into me. We made out like that for several minutes, his little moans and grunts starting a flood in my panties.
True to our agreement, he didn’t try to feel me up while I was clothed. His hands stayed at my waist, but I could tell he wanted more. T’raat whined when I pulled back to catch my breath.
“I do not like this,” he said, licking his lips. “I cannot see you with these garments. They cover you completely. It is not ideal.”
I panted and huffed, trying not to give in too easily. I wanted T’raat—dearGod,I wanted him—but I couldn’t justify letting my virginity go without making him work for it. What kind of girl would I be if I did that? A BJ was one thing, but letting him completely have his way with me when we’d just barely met wasn’t kosher.
“We shouldn’t, T’raat. We should wait a bit more. One more date; you can wait another day, right?”
He sighed and pulled me back to him. “I do not like it. But for you, I will wait.”
Something occurred to me just then, and I shot him a suspicious look. “Are you a virgin, T’raat?”
That hit a nerve. He shifted his weight nervously and looked away. “I know that term.”
