"Writing a book." I tell him. It's the first time I've said those words out loud in years. I'm writing a book. They taste good on my tongue.
"Interesting." He crosses the room to set the tray on the kitchen table before turning back to me. "Then why do you look and smell like you're begging to get fucked?"
I bite my lip to try to think of an answer. I hadn't realized he could smell my arousal. That was almost embarrassing. Rexus crosses the room and looms over me with his legs pressed against my crisscrossed shins and his arms caging me in as he presses his hands to the back of the couch.
"Do you want me to fuck you, Rosie?"
The smart thing would be to say no, absolutely not. It would be a complete lie but it might help me keep a clear head. We're good at fucking. We both know that. It's everything else that we suck at.
But the horny little bitch who lives inside of me speaks first. "More than anything."
Chapter 21
Rexus
Rosie shrieks as I scoop her up and toss her over my shoulder. The sound followed by a giggle as I carry her to the bedroom.
This was not my plan. My plan is to woo Rosie until she likes me enough to want to stay. To eat with her and talk to her, things the human guides say make women fall in love. But, while always nice, there is a wall around Rosie that I can't get through.
I was prepared for another polite dinner until the moment I walked into the domicile and saw her. Smelled her. She was ripe and ready, and I am a weak man. My need to be inside of her is all-consuming.
It's the only time she lets her guard down, and I can feel close to her. I'll takewhatever I can get at this point. I'm desperate for her. However I can have her.
She's still laughing when I drop her onto the bed and follow her down. I prop myself up on my elbows and look down at her. The gold of her hair, the soft blue of her eyes, the pink of her lips. She's absolutely lovely.
I must stare too long because she stops laughing and her face becomes solemn. She tilts her head as our eyes meet, hold.
"What?"
"You're lovely," I tell her, brushing her hair away from her face with my hands. Her lips part on a quiet breath that rocks through me.
Before the silence can stretch on too long, I dip my head to take in her sweet scent. I dart my tongue out to taste her. She's sweet and salty under my tongue, and I want to trace it along every inch of her flesh.
I settle for tracing a path down her neck until I can close my teeth over that spot on her shoulder she likes so much. She moans and arches into me. Her hand fists on my back with her little nails digging into my flesh. I savor the pain, the connection.
I'm still licking and nibblingmy way across her shoulder and down into the curve of her breasts when she releases me and pushes against my chest. I push up onto my hands, confused.
"Off," she says, pushing again. Disappointment flares, but I climb off of her and then the bed. I'm about to make my excuses and get out of there when she reaches for my belt. "Do you ever wear a shirt?"
It takes a moment to answer when she follows the question with a press of her lips to my torso. And another, a little lower.
"My kind breathes through our skin. Shirts are suffocating." When her mouth travels lower, I grip her shoulders and stop her. "What are you doing?"
"What I want." Her grin is devilish. She pulls my belt free of the clasp and undoes my pants. My cocks are at attention as she shoves my pants over my hips. Her hand clasps them both, barely able to wrap around them enough to hold them together.
"I want to—ung!" I lose all thought as Rosie leans forward to take my first cock in her mouth. Was this something humans did? It is so obscene, but the flick of her tongue and the pressure is enough to make my knees weak.
"Get your boots off." Rosie says asshe comes off my cock. She releases me and reaches for the hem of her shirt. She's wearing nothing beneath it, and suddenly I'm faced with an expanse of soft, creamy skin. "Rexus, boots."
I sit on the bed and hurry to unlace and kick off my boots while Rosie raises up on the bed to wriggle out of her skin-tight pants. I turn my head and find myself face to pussy. It's too much to take.
Ignoring my pants, I grip her ass and pull her forward by the round globes until I can bury my face into her sweet folds. They're plump and damp under my tongue.
"Rexus! It's my turn." Rosie says, even as she allows me to pull her forward and around until she's straddling my legs and pressed firmly against my face.
"Later," I say. I lean back, bringing her with me until she's on her knees over my face. I lick and tease her all the way down.
"No, nope. I'm too heavy for this." She tries to squirm out of my grasp, but I shift to hold her hips until she's trapped right where I want her. "I'm going to suffocate you."
