I’m panting like I’ve been running for my life and I’m quivering, like every part of my body is coming apart from the orgasm. I’m not sure I’ll survive another one. He lifts his head and looks up at me with his too bright eyes.
Two seconds ago this didn’t feel wrong…but now…it’s hard to forget that he’s an alien when my eyes are open.
I’ve broken another rule, not just broken but happily skipped over the line.
Indiz carefully lowers me back into the water. My leg and then my stomach brush against his cock. I can’t tell if this is over or if he expects something from me. The water is hot against my air chilled skin. Funny how I didn’t notice that either while his tongue was buried in me. He takes a few steps back, drawing me into shallower water, making me think we are done, even though I had all the fun. Then the dark purple head of his cock breaks the surface and I realize it’s an invitation.
The water laps around my breasts, then ribs as I follow him to the stairs. I’m sure I’m a dripping mess, but he doesn’t seem to care. The way he watches me makes me feel like I am the only woman he wants—not the only one he has access to. He sits on the stairs, leaning back, hard dick resting on his stomach, the water lapping at his balls.
Indiz strokes himself, his gaze on me.
Am I supposed to join in?
I lick my lower lip. Do I want to?
He smiles, and it lights up his eyes, literally. His skin seems to crackle and for a moment I’m almost scared to touch him even though he has done nothing to make me fear him.
But what if this changes everything?
What if he’s right, and this is the rest of my life?
Honestly, there are worse options. Algae farming for a start, which is where I’ll end up when the company sees the wreck, and learns I left the ship, and discovered a lost city that will grind their operation to a halt. So many breeches of protocol, this one hardly matters.
I move between his legs and run my hands up his thighs. My hands look so small, yet I was nearly too tall to be a pilot. Rough farming stock is what one of the instructors called me, expecting me to fail. While I didn’t have the money, or education to be a pilot, I still got into space when everyone assumed I’d end up back at the farm. I will never go back on principle.
And if that choice is taken from me?
There are a few more days before I have to think about it, so I’ll make the most of what I have.
His dick is thick, but smooth and tapering so even though the head is fat it’s not as thick as the rest of his dick. At the base there are two firm ridges, one that starts at his navel and ends about halfway along his shaft and another shorter one that runs along the underside. I’m not about to climb on, not yet anyway. Maybe after a few months. He continues to stroke himself and watch me, so I run my hand up the shaft, lifting it so I can feel the weight of his cock.
Indiz lets go so I can have all of it. I use both hands to work from base to head, and he draws in a shuddering breath. The guy hasn’t seen a woman in years, and here he is getting something more than his own hand.
I want to use more than my hands, so I cautiously lick the head. I swear if he forces my head down, I’ll bite him. But he keeps his hands under the water as my tongue explores his length.
He never stops watching, I’m not sure he even blinks.
His chest lifts and sinks with each quick breath. Feeling bolder, I take the head in my mouth and then a little more. My jaw will ache soon if I keep that up, so I pull back and return to using my hands and tongue. His hips thrust up, so I figure he likes it.
I look up and meet his gaze. For a moment I forget what I’m doing, I’m drowning in his eyes, being ripped apart by a storm and rebuilt. His desire is a living thing.
“Rin.” My name on his lips breaks the moment.
The head of his dick is in my mouth and my hands have been moving this whole time. There’s a taste on my tongue like salt, and I draw back. His back arches as he comes. Thick ribbons spill over my hands and splash onto my lips and tits.
For a moment I’m shocked, but what did I think would happen?
He groans and tilts his head back to stare at the ceiling.
I lick my lip, tasting the salty-sweet come, then release him and start washing myself. I’m glad there’s no one else wanting to use the bath after us. That would be a bit awkward. He leans forward and wipes a clawed finger over my cheek like I’d missed some, then brings it to my mouth as though he expects me to lick his finger. I hesitate, then I do.
I draw his finger into my mouth, so it comes out clean. Today I am brave and bold and sexy and can do anything.
He smiles. “You like it here?”
“Yes.” But I know he means more than just the baths. I don’t care how much I like this place, or how nice he is; when a ship shows up, I’m on it.
