Shit. I didn’t know he could move that fast. And I didn’t know his wet, velvety tongue would feelthatfucking good.
Biting down a hiss, I tossed my head to the side. My spine arched and my hips rose to meet Linn’ar’s tongue. It tightened like a snake constricting its prey, squeezing a burst of pleasure out of me. I gasped again, louder this time, unable to hold back.
What if someone heard?
We’re alone. It’s fine. I can be loud.
Sweat beaded my skin. My grip on control slipped. It was difficult to keep my shit together while an alien blew me.
Linn’ar’s eyes narrowed in pleasure as he watched me writhe. His head held steady as his tongue worked my sensitive shaft. There was something naughty about being observed while he sucked me off.
Linn’ar lowered his mouth. I shuddered as his scaly jaws parted to hover over my cock. He was careful with his sharp teeth, but I felt another layer of thrill at their proximity. It was like riding a roller coaster, experiencing excitement without real danger.
His tongue tightened, squeezing a burst of pleasure from me. A moan tore free from my lips.
Instantly, I ground my teeth and silenced myself. I wasn’t the loud type, not in my daily life and not during sex. But when Linn’ar realized I stifled the sound, he narrowed his eyes disapprovingly. It was obvious hewantedto hear me.
Come on. I was already lying naked in a field, getting head from an alien. This behavior was as unhinged as I could possibly get. Wasn’t that enough for him?
The answer was no. Linn’ar’s mouth was still busy with my cock when his tentacles floated towards my face. I blinked as I watched them, both curious and hesitant. They were another set of appendages that interested me. When I wasn’t braindead with lust, I wanted to study them.
But now wasn’t the time—because Linn’ar’s tentacles were on a mission to pry my mouth open.
The tips of his tentacles were as dexterous as human fingers, but far more flexible. I watched them curl into fleshy hooks seconds before they pressed against my mouth. They were softer than I anticipated, like squishy silicone. The texture was surprisingly pleasant, and before I realized what I was doing, I opened my mouth for Linn’ar to enter.
The tips of his tentacles wasted no time. They slipped inside, stroking the insides of my cheeks. The sudden wet, invasive sensation made me shiver with delight. The suction cups on the end of each tentacle pad rubbed pleasantly back and forth, massaging my mouth. It wasn’t even inherently sexual, but it feltamazing.
My bones felt like rubber. I lay there under Linn’ar’s touch, dumb with arousal. Logic and pride floated away. All I was left with was a flood of feel-good hormones.
The craziest part? I finally understood Levi a little more.
Fireworks suddenly exploded along my spine. Linn’ar wrapped his tongue around my entire cock, smothering it, working it faster.
This time, because his tentacles pried my mouth open, I physically couldn’t help it. A loud, wanton moan escaped me.
Linn’ar’s eyes sparkled. He looked ravenous, like I was the last morsel of food on the planet. I’d never been on the receiving end of such a passionate gaze.
It made me feel... special.
Then Linn’ar slurped my cock into his mouth, and I belted out a mangled cry that would’ve been embarrassing as shit if I wasn’t horny.
Fuck it. I wasn’t ashamed anymore. Sex with an alien just felt too goddamn incredible.
My hips lifted off the ground, pushing deeper into Linn’ar’s mouth. His dripping wet, silky tongue squeezed every last drop of pleasure out of me. I was too pent-up. I was nearing my limit fast.
Please, no... It can’t end.
I wanted to bite my lip, inject a quick burst of pain to counteract the wave of pleasure, but Linn’ar’s tentacles still held my mouth open like a kinky gag. Each one of my whimpers and moans spilled out freely. I wondered if they turned him on. I couldn’t see his lower body from my angle—his broad shoulders blocked my view—but I liked imagining Linn’ar’s own erection throbbing because of me. I recalled the massive length and girth of his member, the way it shimmered and twitched, reacting to my touch, and the copious amount of cum he spilled...
I never wanted to pleasure anybody as much as I wanted to please him.
I tried not to dwell on what that meant.
The mental image of Linn’ar’s orgasm in the orchard combined with his skilled tongue sucking me off pushed me over the edge. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me. My whole body seized. My fingers curled, my back arched, muscles tensing, balls aching. Total stimulation overload. I came so hard I felt like I might pass out.
Linn’ar didn’t spill a single drop. My cum disappeared down his throat, sucked up by his long tongue. There was an intensely satisfied look on his face. He looked downright giddy.
After I was spent, I collapsed on the grass with a gasp. My vision was blurred for a couple seconds until I blinked it away.
