Still staring at the beast that was Linn’ar’s cock, I reached for the tape measure with trembling hands. Thatwasthe point of asking him to reveal it, despite the heat now sizzling between my thighs.
“May I?” I asked. I hated the hoarse, choked-up quality of my voice. I wanted to sound confident, not like I was spellbound by alien dick. Which, admittedly, I was.
Linn’ar met my gaze. Up until now, I avoided it because I was afraid of my own response.
My suspicions were proven the second our eyes locked. A shudder rolled down to the base of my spine. My skin tingled. The air felt charged, electric.
Linn’ar didn’t respond, but the hungry look in his gaze said it all. Yes, I was allowed to measure his cock, and if I cared to indulge him, I was allowed to do even more.
One thing at a time. I tried to mask the shakiness of my hands as I unfurled the whole length of the measuring tape.
But I immediately came to a stumbling block. Linn’ar’s dick was longer than the tape.
That was fine. Nothing a bit of mental math couldn’t solve.
I cleared the thickness in my throat. “You’re, erm, longer than I thought. I’ll have to mark where the tape ends, then begin again. For an accurate measurement.”
My speech came out jumbled. The hormones were getting to me, frying my brain cells in real time.
“That is fine,” Linn’ar said. His voice was deeper than normal with a rich, rumbling quality, like a predator’s growl. It only sent more tingles across my skin.
I stretched the tape from the base of his cock to about three-quarters of the way to the tip. I placed my finger down on his sensitive skin to mark the furthest edge.
Linn’ar released a raw, throaty gasp.
The sound electrified me as if I’d been struck by lightning. It rocketed down my spine, throbbing in my balls.
I ground my teeth. How much longer could I stand this?
Just a little further,I urged myself.
I took the second measurement. The whole time, I was all too aware of my finger resting on Linn’ar’s erection. I couldn’tnotnotice—it twitched and pulsed beneath my fingertip, a tactile reminder that I was actively pleasuring my alien subject.
My brain fogged with lust. It took a few seconds longer than usual to add the numbers together, but I managed. It was finally over.
I hastily withdrew the measuring tape, stuffing it in my pocket. “Thank you. We’re done here.”
Linn’ar’s gaze flashed like a hungry jaguar in the jungle depths. “Are we?”
My blood vibrated. Suddenly, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. There was an unspoken question:Are you going to leave me like this?
Or perhaps:I won’t let you leave me like this.
Maybe it was because I currently shared the pain of a throbbing, unattended erection. Maybe it was something else. But either way, his plea won me over.
“No, you’re right,” I said, kneeling on the ground. “Let’s take care of this.”
For science, I almost said, but I stopped myself. It didn’t feel appropriate in the moment. Still, I had my sample vials nearby. I’d love an opportunity to collect Linn’ar, if he allowed it.
In a shocking upset, the horny part of my brain won the battle against logic. I was about to jerk off an alien.
I placed my hands on Linn’ar’s huge cock. The flesh was a deep shade of red-pink with greenish veins snaking up the sides. It was unlike anything I’d seen before. I didn’t bother taking notes because I knew I wouldn’t forget this sight. It was permanently etched into my memories.
A trickle of sweat rolled down my forehead as I moved my hands. The twitching sensation against my palms was surreal, yet riveting. It brought back memories of handling slugs as a child.
Except this slug was attached to a handsome alien.
Oh, and it was about three feet long.
