I can't help but feel like this is the last time I'll get to be inside of her, and I want to feel her on both cocks. Short, slow thrusts that have my legs shaking and my arms straining as I work her up.
In this position, there's no way to work the little bundle of nerves that brings her such pleasure, so I pull out and change cocks again until I have one inside of her and one pressed between our bodies. I shift until my second cock is nestled between her splayed lips.
"Fuck, Rexus. Yes." Her nails dig into my shoulders as her legs tighten around my waist. When her back arches, I take advantage and duck my head to suck one of her nipples into my mouth.
Her breathing picks up along with my movements. I release her nipple and press her harder into the tiles as I begin to slide her up and down my cock, meeting her body with every thrust.
"I can't, oh, god."
Rage fills me at the sound of another's name. "Who is this god? He is not inside of you. I am. If you're going to scream anyone's name while I'm fucking you, it's going to be mine."
She laughs until I thrust into her with all my strength, showing her who she belongs to in this moment. The sound becomes a scream as I begin to fuck her with a punishing pace. I want to fuck her until she forgets any male that came before me. Until I ruin her for any male that may come after me.
Another spike of anger at the thought of this little human with another male. I press my fingers into her flesh, wanting to leave my mark on her. She is mine. And while I have no right to claim her, I have every intention of keeping her.
Chapter 18
Rosie
Ihave every expectation of Rexus leaving as soon as we come down from our post-orgasm high. It fits with what he's shown me previously, so I'm a little shocked when he carefully lowers me to the ground before washing me again. As soon as we're both clean, he bundles me into a towel and carries me out to the living room.
"I'm going to change the bedding," he says after settling me on the couch and leaving me with another cup of water. Pickles climbs up onto the couch beside me and gives me a look.
"Yeah, I don't know either," I tell the possum. I scratch behind its ears a little, and it bumps its head into my touch. "I'll get you some proper food in a little bit."
Headquarters had given us a largesupply of kibble for the possum that was in an automatic feeder, but based on research, she needed fresh produce and protein sources as well. Something I hadn't had time for the last few days. The poor thing had tried to join me on the bed at one point only to be scared off by Rexus waking up to fuck me again. I hadn't seen her until now.
We stay like that for a few moments before Rexus returns with a large bundle of blankets and sheets, all of which would have to be washed before I could touch them again. I could smell the stench of sex and sweat coming off them from here.
"I'm going to get these to the laundry." It's only then that I notice he's gotten dressed and is wearing his boots again. He shuffles his feet a little before asking, "Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm good." And it's almost entirely true.
I don't allow myself to couch rot for long before I get up and get dressed in a pair of loose sweats and a cropped boxy tee. I feedPickles and myself lettuce wraps with some kind of meat that tastes almost like beef. Almost.
After spending thirty minutes working every last snarl out of my hair, I secure it back in a braid. It's only half dry, but it'll have to do.
Grabbing my communicator from the end table, I settle back onto the couch with a blanket and a cup of steaming tea. I open the novel I always thought I would write and read through the few scenes I've managed so far.
I'd started planning this book when I was in undergrad, always promising myself I would write it one day. One day, after school was over. One day, when I had time. One day, it will be finished. And yet, sitting there, I feel no passion for it. I realize I just don't care about the characters, about the story.
Closing the file, I open a new one. A blank page. A completely new beginning.
Maybe it isn't what I planned. I'd certainly planned on being with Betty forever. Her transition wasn’t what broke us up. It was realizing both of us preferred dick.
I'd planned to have my mom long into old age, until she died at fifty. I'd never imagined finding aliens in my timeline.And yet here I am, on an alien planet fucking a lizard-like alien with a million abs and an inability to be in a room with me outside of fucking.
And isn't that a kick in the teeth? The male is my only point of contact on this rock and, other than fucking me, doesn't want to spend any time with me. I'd thought it would be okay. Other than Betty, I haven't had a successful relationship in my life. I am very used to being alone. I'm not used to being lonely.
I have just over two months before I have to decide if I stay on Planet WLN269 or if I go home. If I go home, I lose the bulk of the payout. I'll be back where I started.
But can I stay on a planet with someone who only wants me for what's between my legs? Until I can make that decision, I need to stay away from Rexus. Because whenever he's near, I want impossible things.
Chapter 19
Rexus
"How's domestic life?" Kan-RI asks me as we patrol the perimeter of the village together. He and I have worked together many years, and he is the closest thing I have to a friend. The male is much shorter than me, but the black tipped yellow plumes on the top of his head give him the impression of height. His beak and eyes are stark black against bright yellow feathers. His hands tucked into his pockets, giving the impression of casual. Though he is one of the most dangerous males I've ever met.
