Page 16 of There’s an Elf in My Cockpit

Chapter 11

Vi

Oliver’s words were doing all kinds of crazy things to me. Unknotting painful places inside my heart, telling me that I could matter to someone, that I wasn’t a failure. That I was worth something to at least one person in this universe, even if we’d only just met. And his protectiveness was like oil to the flames, lighting a fire inside of me I’d never experienced before.

I ached for his kiss and ached for his touch even more. This wasn’t just sex, he was right to have stopped me last time. Then I just wanted to escape, I wanted a release and he’d given me that without hesitation. He’d protected me from making a mistake I’d regret later but I wasn’t going to regret it now, I understood everything much better this time.

I wanted to be with him for him, for Oliver, for what he meant to me, and because I found him so sexy that just a glance could make me squirm. It felt like I had opened something up inside of me, allowing this to be intimate in both the mental and physical way and I had never done that before. This time I wasn’t just sharing my body, I was sharing my heart too. It was scary as much as it was exhilarating.

Wrapping my leg around his hip, I arched against him, delighting in the feel of his big body over mine, pressing into me just enough to feel caged, but not enough to crush me. His cock was a hard bar against one hip and I shifted to get it right where I needed it the most.

I moaned when he dug one hand into my hair and grabbed on tightly, my scalp prickling from the tugging sensation that bordered just on the edge of pain. “Naughty elf, I set the pace this time,” he growled against my throat, nuzzling with his mouth and the raspy texture of his beard. I was pretty sure he set the pace last time too, but I wasn’t complaining as long as he’d actually fuck me this time.

A few hours ago I’d woken up in this bedroom with him and taken the chance to wash up, I was extremely grateful for that now. Oliver seemed to want to taste each and every part of me, nibbling along my throat, tracing the sharp line of my collarbone to my shoulder. I felt his beard gently scrape my skin, adding a very different dimension of sensations to it all.

Although I was certain his species didn’t have a sharply developed sense of smell like some of the others in the Zeta Quadrant, he inhaled deeply at the hollow of my throat. “You smell so good, little elf. I want to eat you up.” He nuzzled at the slopes of my breasts through my shirt, then hooked one calloused finger in the collar and pulled down. His tongue lapped across the skin he exposed and I moaned, eagerly pressing my chest up so he’d go where I really wanted him to go.

He laughed and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth through my shirt, teeth gently scraping over the areola. Pulling back he inspected the wetness and my nipple pressing up against that clinging, nearly translucent fabric. “So pretty,” he murmured and he pursed his mouth to blow cold air, making my nipple tighten even further and a shiver course through my body.

“Mean,” I panted, wiggling my hips against his thick erection. Everything felt slick and wet between my legs, from just those teasing touches. I wanted to come so very badly, I wanted him to fill me with that impressive cock, and I really wanted to see what it looked like. Oliver wasn’t letting me hurry this along, each time I moved a hand along his back, down his flank to his belt, he’d grab my fingers and press my palm back into the pillow above my head. He never said anything, but the firm move made it very clear that he considered himself in control. So very very bossy, my human.

“Oh no, I’m going to be, very very good to you. I promise,” he said, finally abandoning my breasts and sitting up. With a quick motion, he yanked his shirt over his head, revealing his chest with his finely honed muscles. He had thick pectorals with a little crinkly pelt of hair curling over the center, it trailed into a thin line a bit lower, disappearing over an impressive set of abs, and then thickening into a tantalizing trail down into his pants. He looked as lickable as he’d made me feel a moment ago. I wanted to put my mouth on his dark brown nipples and wanted to run my tongue along the bumps of his abs.

He offered a cocky little smirk, tilting his head at a jaunty angle as he looked at me. “Like what you see, sweetheart?” He knew I did so I wasn’t going to answer that, he was arrogant enough as it was. Biting my lip, I put on a sultry smile and shed my own shirt in a purposely provocative wiggle. I loved the way his eyes clung to my gently swaying breasts, and I loved the heartfelt groan that followed even more.

“Yeah, here’s the thing, Vi,” he drawled, his body shifting as he caught his weight on his hands on either side of my head, pinning me down. His gaze was intense and possessive; I felt a shiver run down my spine, my belly tightening with desire under that potent gaze. “Once we do this, I’m not letting you go. I’m going to convince you to stay with me because once I get a taste, I don’t think I’m ever going to get enough. You got that? You want to run, or are you going to take me up on that?”

The way he said ‘run’ made it clear what he thought of that, that it was my default, that I liked to run when things got too close to my heart. He was almost daring me to make a commitment, right here, right now. What kind of man did that right as he was about to have sex? In my experience, that kind of thing was the last thing on their mind, especially if they knew it could send me running. Which he definitely knew.

I had heard claiming statements like that before too, from Elpherian even, but they weren’t anywhere close to the same. I knew what Oliver was saying between the lines, that he saw me for me, not as a possession he could own. He wanted me as his life partner, his mate, his equal. That’s the kind of man Oliver was. He gave of himself far too much, too passionately and yet he was willing to do that despite the risk it posed, absolutely fearless in how he loved. I wished I was that brave.

Making myself as brave as I could right now, I reached up to press my palm over his heart and felt it pounding wildly in his chest. Not as calm as he seemed. Wetting my lips, I dug for the words I wanted to say and willed them from my lips, I wanted to listen to my heart without doubt, without fear. “I will give you all the chances I can to let you convince me, I will promise I won’t run without talking, but Oliver, I’m scared. I can’t promise more than that right now.”

His eyes softened and he nodded, the longer, thick brown hair on top of his head swinging forward into his gray-blue eyes. “Good enough for me.” He claimed my mouth in a fierce kiss, our tongues clashing, lips melding, and his taste flooding me until all I knew was him.

One of his big hands cupped my breast, squeezing the soft globe, and then he slid his fingers down in a caress down my ribs and along my flank. His grip was firm and possessive, the heat of his palm scorching me to the bone. His fingers arrowed into the small slip I was wearing, the last scrap of clothing that covered my most private place.

Spreading my lips, he ran a finger along the sensitive bundle of nerves at the top and gently flicked one fingertip against the side. I hiked my legs up in response, opening myself up to him and the movement felt like I wasn’t just opening up my body to him. It felt like I was cracking open all my shields, all the layers I had wrapped around myself to protect my fragile, bruised heart.

Rubbing that finger in a maddeningly slow rhythm he made my blood pound and my body grow tight, letting me hover on that edge, almost there. He never allowed me to fall, his expression telling me he knew just what he was doing, and enjoying it. To let him know I didn’t agree with this, I raked my nails along his spine and smirked when that made him arch his back like a Riho, almost purring with pleasure.

“Take off your pants,” I demanded, and this time he did as I wanted, his hand sliding from my panties so he could get up and shuck his last clothing. There was more crinkly hair nested above his cock, which was thick and standing up like a flag, pointed in my direction. Unlike most Elrohiran males, his cock was not pierced but I loved how it made him look. Somehow it was more sensual to me, as if he was even more naked, more primal that way. Less civilized. I loved how wild and raw Oliver was, how his big frame made me feel small. He was the wilder, more primal version of males of my own kind and it was the sexiest thing ever.

I hooked one finger in a come hither motion, wiggling out of my panties as I did so and eagerly spreading my legs for him. I didn’t care that that might seem too eager, I knew that he would love it. The growl that rumbled from him made my passage flood with wetness; oh yeah, he wanted me so bad right now. It was empowering.

He pounced on me, there was no other word for it, and the two of us rolled across the bed until I was on top of him. With his hands on my hips, he sat me down on his thighs in a single, powerful motion. “This what you wanted?” he demanded, “To see my cock? Let me fill you? Then ride me, my sexy little elf.”

He was daring me again, testing me to see what I’d do. Didn’t he know that I loved it when he said those naughty, dirty things to me? I wanted to hear him say all kinds of things in that growly tone. Curling one hand into the patch of hair on his chest for balance, I rubbed myself on his thigh, finding the friction I loved. With my free hand, I reached for his cock, the purplish head leaking precum on his belly.

I sought out the differences, the way his cock was thick and veiny, the head more squat and curved. The deep color his skin got here from his arousal was beautiful, and he smelled good too, clean and musky, with a little hint of salt. I swirled my fingers through the pearls of white at his tip and laughed when that made him twitch and groan, the hands on my hips squeezing.

Bringing my finger up to my mouth, I darted out my tongue to taste him. His eyes practically glowed, I didn’t even know they could do that. “Oh fuck that’s hot,” he growled, and then he was dragging me along his thigh, helping me find pleasure. A shift of his body, his arms bulging as he lifted me and I was no longer grinding myself against his leg, I was on his cock, the thick length spearing between my folds, the lurid purple head beading more precum onto his belly. Now that looked hot as he called it.

“Come for me,” he demanded, his hands guiding me back and forth over his thick length. “Use me,” he added, and then a whole slew of dirty things flew from his mouth as my body ratcheted tighter and tighter. It felt like the tension snapped as my orgasm crashed through me, washing over me like a tidal wave. Pleasure singedthrough me from my core, flushing through my chest, and curling my toes.

I was still deep in those thralls, my nails digging into his chest when he lifted me, canted his hips, and impaled me on his cock in a single, powerful motion. I gasped, my eyes popping open wide in surprise. I was so full, and he felt so good, that my passage fluttered and tightened around his intrusion in a second, smaller orgasm right on the heels of the first.

He groaned beneath me, sweat slicking along his brow, his teeth gritted, jaw clenched as he clearly fought to stave off his own orgasm. “Oh god, you feel so good, Vi. So fucking good,” he gasped and I loved that he used my name, not one of his endearments for me.

It made me feel like he was loving this with me not just my body, that this was all about the connection I felt with him. That this was beyond the physical. I had never felt like that before, that desired, that loved, and I bit my lip hard so I could focus on the pleasure, not on the wave of emotions that crashed through me in response; I’d analyze those later.

He braced his feet on the mattress, forcing our bodies even closer, “Ride me. Right now, I need it,” he said. My legs were spread wide over his hips, barely allowing my knees to touch the mattress so gaining leverage was difficult. I tried my hardest, lifting my hips and falling back down, each thick vein on his cock rubbing my sensitive passage, his thickness spreading me. If I thought I felt open, my heart and body bare to him before, I was wrong, this is where I felt completely exposed. This was the moment where I felt like he was sweeping into me, claiming each part of me and changing me for all time.

His hands cupped beneath my knees helped me find a rhythm that we both loved and I leaned forward so his pubes and pelvis provided delicious texture and pressure on each down thrust against my clit. I felt my core grow tight and slick, even slicker than I already was, and I knew another orgasm was close, so close but just out of reach.

Oliver took over the moment he sensed that, grabbing me by my hips again and pinning me against him as his hips surged beneath me. Pistoning in and out of my body in a fierce, harsh claiming rhythm. So deep, so hard, I felt each thrust in my very soul, twining us together, joining our pleasure into one single, harmonious thing. I burst apart with a sob, his name the only thing on my tongue. And he was right there with me, his body shuddering as he filled me with his seed, his cock kicking inside me with each wave of his release.

I collapsed on top of him with a sigh, unwilling to move, to break the connection between us. I loved that Oliver seemed to feel the same way, tugging the blankets over us and wrapping me tightly in his arms. It felt like what he said was true, like he really didn’t intend to ever let me go now that we’d shared this and I knew, I knew that he was right. How could I walk away now that I’d felt how things could be?

I hid the quiet tears that welled against my wishes against his chest, in the soft pelt of hair that covered him there. I could have this if I just dared to keep hold of it, but would it stay like this for always? Or would things change when Oliver learned who I really was?