I move my thumb against her bud in quick movements as I lean forward and grip her splayed thigh with my other hand. I thrust hard and fast, pulling out until my ridge slides against her entrance and push deep until I hit the firm end of her cunt.
"So fucking good," I say through clenched teeth as she trembles beneath me. Her reply is a moan. "Scream for me."
I thrust deep one last time and she breaks. Her body tenses, and she does what I demand. She screams for me.
Chapter 12
Rosie
Planet WLN269 is boring.
Other than the absolutely mind-blowing sex my first night on planet, it's been a rather dull week. Rexus didn't exactly fuck and run, but the aftercare was seriously lacking. A damp rag and a glass of water before a quiet exit was hardly enough for fucking me until my legs stopped working.
Then again, he'd been clear on the 'no feelings' rule from the start, so I guess I couldn't expect more from him. Other than coming over to teach me how the food ordering system worked, Rexus hasn't been by since my first night.
I've thought more than once about inviting him over for another round, but that felt needy. I wasn't here to be a regularfuck buddy. I was here to get out of debt, write my novel, and take care of his mating season. That was it.
So what if my pussy clenched at the memory of how it felt to have his cock inside of me regularly? Who cares that it was hands down the best sex of my life? Big deal if I wake up every morning wet from dirty dreams about that sex?
Not the point.
I force myself to pay attention to the communicator in front of me. I would have preferred my laptop, but there wasn't a compatible charging method yet, so I was stuck with alien technology. Writing a novel on a tablet wasn't the plan, but it beats longhand, I guess.
You'd think it'd be easy to write a book when on a literal alien planet, but so far, it's been as slow going as it was on Earth. Maybe I wasn't meant for writing? Not everyone is. Nearly everyone says they'd like to write a book one day, but so few actually do. Maybe I'm just meant to read and analyze them.
No. Nope.
I shut that train of self-defeating thought down. I did not spend eleven yearsin school learning the ins and outs of the written word only to give up now.
Maybe I just need a change of scenery. The walls of my apartment are starting to feel like a prison. Technically, I'm allowed outside so long as I stay within the village gates. But I feel like a zoo animal out there. All the trouble of getting a neural implant to translate all languages and I can't even get anyone to say hello. What a waste.
I'd understood I was coming to a planet of males, but I had imagined myself making friends with some of them. I hadn't imagined being isolated in my apartment all day every day just waiting for Rexus to get horny enough to fuck me.
Which he didn't seem interested in doing again anytime soon.
A knock on the door startles me. Pickles the possum, who had been chilling on a pillow on the table, jumps up and then goes limp. Drama queen. Honestly, she was pretty good company, if you could get past the creepy little hands and worm-like tail. She listened to all of my inane thoughts and didn't judge me. Much.
The person, who I'm assuming is Rexus, knocks again. With a roll of my eyes, I pushaway from the table and cross to the door. Oh look, I was right. Rexus stands there in a pair of low-slung camo pants and sturdy work boots. And nothing else. I don't mind, it's a nice view.
"What's up?" I ask, stepping back for him to come inside.
"Up?" He looks toward the ceiling and I fight back a giggle. I guess even universal translators can't make sense of some phrases.
"What can I do for you?" The door slides shut behind Rexus, and I struggle not to fidget. I haven't spent much time with him at all since I arrived, and despite him fucking me every which way, I'm a little nervous.
"My rut is coming." He stops looking around the apartment and meets my eyes. "I wanted to prepare you."
"Oh," I'm not sure what else to say to that. Thanks for warning me. Wanna have dinner?
The situation is strange. He's sponsoring my existence on this planet, but I know nothing about him really. And he knows nothing about me. We're both just here for sex. Which, okay, don't get me wrong, it's really, really good sex. But partof me wonders if this is sustainable long-term.
Doesn't matter. I've made my bed, and now I'll sleep in it. Alone.
"I'm sorry but I won't have much control or sense once it hits. I do not want to scare or hurt you." He doesn't break eye contact, and I fight the urge to squirm.
"Are you likely to?"
"I hope not. I've never been with a human during a rut before. I don't know what your body is capable of handling. But I'm not always in control of myself."
