Eight
Every part of Lola tingled, from her sensitive earlobes, where Pace kept his dirty talk and hot breath flowing, to her clit, where…Lords help her…he’d promised the attention of his teeth. If they didn’t get inside his ship soon, she’d be forced to grab his hand and hump it in a display of TSA like he’d never seen before. She was that far gone, that close to orgasm.
As they approached Calamity, closed up as tightly as the clam for which she’d been nicknamed, Pace stopped.
Lola took in a stuttering breath. “What’s wrong?”
A scowl came to his face. “Normally she opens for me as soon as I’m in sight. Calamity! What the hell? Open up.”
“I’m so sorry, my meteoric-studmaster, but you yourself ordered me to use extra precautions. And now you show up with an unidentified life-form at your side? How am I to know if there’s a weapon held to your lovely ass? You are both exhibiting higher than normal levels of skin perspiration and elevated pulse readings…which makes me suspicious.”
Lola giggled, but Pace groaned. “That’s sexual tension, Clam,” he assured his ship. “This is the G-Hydrox female I’ve been sent to, uh, date. Now, open the damned hatch.”
“May I recommend that your guest step away from you and raise her hands where I can see them?”
Lola immediately complied, moving a few steps to Pace’s left and putting her hands in the air. “I have no problem with that, Calamity. I’m pleased you have such a high regard for your…studmaster’s safety.” She couldn’t help the huge grin that sprouted on her face. “Is this sufficient?”
“It will have to do, although I’m still highly suspicious. Besides his mother, no carbon-based being has been allowed inside for anything other than cargo-related activities. And I assume that’s not what either of you have in mind.”
Lola couldn’t help but want to find out if Calamity’s skills included innuendo. “Oh, I’ll be checking out his cargo, all right. Every… single… inch.”
“Penis jokes are part of my lexicon,” she countered. “I have currently been programmed with one thousand, two hundred and eighty-three terms for the male member. Would you like to hear them?”
“Any other time, Calamity, but right now, I think Pace’s fuse is very short…or very long, depending on how you look at it.” She eyed his crotch, which hadn’t lost an ounce of its significant bulge.
“Fine. I will open the hatch now.”
Lola sidled up to Pace again. “Is it true that I’m the only person you’ve ever brought on board to fuck?”
He threaded his arm around her waist, cupping one cheek of her ass. “You are,” he growled as the doors opened. “And I may do it in the companionway if you don’t get your feet moving.” He squeezed and they both moved forward. “Is there such a thing as a love spank on your planet, Lola?”
She was pretty sure his eyes lit at the question. Her insides certainly caught fire.
“There is. We like nothing more than being bent over for a good swat or two before penetration.”
He smoldered and gave her romp a solid spank. “I wonder what color your pretty lavender ass turns after a few of those.”
“You’ll have to wait to find out,” she teased, and without breaking eye contact, she reached around and gave him an equally hard smack. “As I will discover what color the skin of your fine romp assumes.” She emphasized the Hydroxene term for that which he’d referred to as an ass.
He raised an eyebrow, but she swore his nostrils flared with interest. That boded well.
His hand left her romp and rose to grasp her palm. His stride grew longer, more insistent as he led her into the belly of his ship.
“Clam,” he barked.
“Yes, your fineness? What else might I do for you before fornication occurs?”
If Lola didn’t know better, she’d say there was a slightly jealous edge to the ship’s tone.
“Lock the doors and reengage security. Then shut down all your audio and video feeds in my chamber until further notice.”
“And what if there’s an emergency?” she asked snarkily.
“I’m sure you can take care of it.”
“Fine. Your wish is my command, oh engorged one. Call me when it’s over.”
Lola nearly choked on her own saliva. Calamity was a sassy one. Thank Lords she wasn’t a human.
Pace waved a hand in front of a door to their right. When it slid open, he hauled her inside. His hands immediately went to the back of her neck and pulled her in for another of his scorching kisses. She’d never liked the limp-lipped overtures of Rallup. Even her supervisor, although aggressive with his mouth, had a dry delivery that chafed rather than excited. Pace somehow managed the perfect amount of moisture, and such was her excitement, Lola wanted to eat his face.
As they kissed, she noted he smoothly moved them both in the direction of a fairly spartan bunk built into one wall. A meager pallet for such a man, but it would soon be the most stimulating place on the ship.
Lola could wait no longer. She wanted to view the expanse of Pace’s chest. She dropped her mouth to his neck, at the same time finding the hem of his shirt and raising it slowly up his torso. Dragging her lips away, she tugged it over his head, bringing her mouth back into play against his skin, stopping suddenly.
Damn. There was a dusting of dark hair that spread like a fine constellation across his pecs... she dipped her head...and trailed southward past his belt.
“You have hair!” she exclaimed, stunned. She threaded her fingers through the chest follicles and pulled.
“Ouch.” Pace flattened her palm against himself, allowing no additional movement. “First of all, you’ll discover I have hair in a lot of places. Second, you will not pull it,” he ordered quietly. “I’m not a fan.”
“May I kiss it then?” Lola asked, eyes wide. “And rub my cheek against it?”
“Yes to both of those.”
She proceeded to run her face from one nimple to the other, luxuriating in the soft feel of this unexpected pelt. She used her cheek, then her nose to ply its smoothness and smell the scent of his pheromones trapped within. It was an incredible turn-on.
“Where else do you have hair?” She had to know about that disappearing trail. She needed to run her nose through all his hidden groves.
“You’ll have to wait to find out, just like I have to imagine what color your ass will turn.” He put his hands on the hem of her shirt. “But now, no more talking.”
Slowly, he lifted her jersey up over her belly, making it linger to catch on the hard protrusions of her nimples. He stood back and took a look at what she knew were thick, yet hard abs, then bent to lick them. Her breath caught as he kissed his way up, using his lips to send her shirt higher, revealing the underside of her hillocks.
“No bra?” he asked huskily, breaking his no talking rule. At her confused look, he clarified. “No garment to hold your breasts?”
“If by breasts you mean hillocks, then no. The support is built into the shirt you’re removing.” She shifted forward, urging his mouth to continue its task. He took the hint.
His tongue trailed leisurely from the bottom of one hillock to the other, inching ever higher with each pass. Just when she thought she’d scream with frustration, he popped her nimples free of the material, licked upward and tugged her shirt over her head.
“Ahh, peach,” he snarled, sucking one distended point into his mouth.
Lola assumed he meant the color, but couldn’t think more as his fingers found his mouth’s companion and pinched in rhythm to the tender bites he lavished.
“Yes, Pace. More,” she keened. Her quim flooded, anticipating the spot where his talents would soon be applied. After all, he’d promised.
She fumbled with his belt. The pants had to go. She needed to see him in the worst way, needed to wrap her fingers around his pike and stroke his silky flesh. But the fastening defied her understanding.
Never stopping his welcome assault on her nimples, he brushed her hand aside and deftly undid his belt, sharply drawing it out through the belt loops. The next thing she felt was a sharp sting to her romp as the leather cracked across it.
Lola cried out and arched her chest into his mouth, begging for harder contact. She needed his teeth to equal the sting of the leather. He obliged, then she heard the sound of his belt fall to the floor. Too bad, but she had no time to lament. He adroitly undid the button on her pants and lowered her zipper. His large palm shimmied inside, resting on the heated skin of her romp. He gave its bareness a rough squeeze.
The near pain was exquisite, and Lola didn’t know what to concentrate on next as he led a triple assault.
Nearly mindless, her fingers went back to his pants and somehow managed to pop his button. She shakily brought his zipper down and reached in. Encountering no undergarment, his pike sprang forth, hard and insistent, into her hand.
Glorious. Her mouth watered.
She ran her fingers the length of him, top to bottom…and allowed a shiver to take over for one moment. Just as she suspected, his pike was surrounded by a blanket of hair, this thatch thicker than the others. She moaned. How would it feel against her elongated clit…which had definitely come out and was more than ready to play?
Letting go of her hillocks and romp, then unwrapping her digits from his engorged member, Pace moved a few inches away, knelt and shoved her pants to her ankles. Concentrating on her feet, he removed her boots, then her pants.
She was now completely naked. What would he think?
Pace took a step away. He let his gaze roam her body, and Lola believed he didn’t miss an inch of skin.
“Lovely,” he breathed. “Peach nipples, peach nether lips, not a bit of hair anywhere.”
Apparently, all of her pleased him because his pike grew even longer…if that could be believed. She’d never seen one so large, wondering if all human males sported such hefty equipment. As he made quick work of his boots and kicked off his pants, Lola attempted a clear look at what lay beneath his pike, but it was hard to measure the size of his rullkas when his dark foliage obliterated the view. She had a feeling they were also larger than those with which she was familiar. Maybe if she could get her hands on them…
Lola moved close so her nimples brushed Pace, shivering at the way his chest hair tormented them. She reached down with her hand to cup his rullkas, but he caught her wrist before she’d made it to her target.
“Uh-uh.” He clicked his tongue. “I have some licking, sucking and biting to do before we get to me.”
Her legs turned to jelly. She would have crumpled to the floor had his arms not wrapped beneath her romp, lifting her from her feet. He nipped each hillock in turn as he moved her toward his bunk. He carefully laid her down.
“Now, spread wide and let me see.” It was an order. But given with lustful intent, it made her wetter than before.
Lola slowly bent her knees toward her chest, then let them drop to opposite sides. She knew she’d be glistening, and hoped it was what Pace expected. What if earth women presented differently when stimulated? A little uneasiness seeped into her otherwise aroused brain.
“Uh, Pace? Am I…? Do I…?” Argh. Why can’t I just ask?
“Are you beautiful? Do I want to bury my face between your legs and be crushed between your thighs? Yes, Lola.” He bent, and she swore he inhaled her quim’s fragrance. “Are you the same as earth women down here?” He shook his head. “No.” Deliberately taking one finger, he ran it over her bare mound. “Human females have hair down here, although some shave it.” His finger moved to the side and ran down the sensitive valley between her outer and inner lips. “These are the same, although the ladies of earth are decidedly pink, while you are the color of honey.” His finger headed slowly toward her clit. She did everything she could to not arch up to his exploring digit. “This, however, is different than any I’ve ever seen.” He ringed her clit slowly, achingly. “Although I’ve heard that some earth women have a long clitoris, I’ve never seen one. Yours is a lovely half-inch long, and I can’t wait to see if it will get even bigger as I suck it. But first…”
He lowered his head and licked all the way from the bottom of her slit to the top. He didn’t stop to play with her clit, which made her squirm with impatience. He slapped the inside of her thigh.
“No wiggling. We’ll follow my agenda this first time.”
Lola couldn’t find words, so she simply nodded.
“Good girl. Now, lay back and close your eyes.”
Lola pouted. Before she did as he asked, she felt compelled to give him a caveat. “I’ll do it this time, if I must, but don’t expect it to be a thing. Watching is one of my biggest turn-ons, and you can’t make me give that up.”
Pace lifted his head and blinked. “Really? The women I’ve known usually like to be in their own heads. Males are the ones more likely to be visual, but hell, feel free to watch!”
She knew he wasn’t kidding because he snagged a pillow from where it had bunched beside them and quickly shoved it under her head, propping her up.
Lola gave him a lustful smile. She couldn’t wait for the show.
For a second time, he dipped down, but there were no more gentle licks. This time, he went right for a quim lip and bit down gently, flicking her clit with his finger at the same time. Lola squealed.
“You like that?”
“Lords, yes,” she hissed. “More.”
He bit the other lip, giving her distended nub a pinch. Damn, she was so close to coming. A couple more of those and she was a goner, but Pace wasn’t predictable.
He flipped her onto her stomach, spread her legs and bit her left romp cheek, penetrating her quim channel with his finger…or was it two? She didn’t care as he pumped them inside her, alternating bites and slaps to her rear orbs. Lola nearly screamed when he abruptly pulled away.
“Ahh, deep purple,” Pace murmured, and she knew he referred to the color of her punished skin.
“It will get deeper the more you spank,” she told him and thrust her romp high, nearly begging him to continue. He obliged her for several more slaps before turning her over yet again.
Face up, she panted. Her romp stung nicely, and if he didn’t penetrate her with his pike soon, she’d surely come without him.
“You should be in me now.” Her hillocks heaved. “I’m on the verge.”
“This one’s for you alone, Lola,” he said. “Curl up and hold your knees apart.”
Curious and excited, she did what he asked, visible to his eyes from stem to stern. He pulled her clit deeply into his mouth, sucking hard. What she wasn’t expecting happened seconds later. His fingers, wet from their plunge into her quim, rimmed her romphole. He teased and teased, and with the thought that his thick fingers would soon penetrate, Lola rose to the heights of pleasure. Her clit grew stiff, her romp muscles relaxed. When he sank his fingers deep into her back entry, the strong sphincter between her romp cheeks instantly seized and pulsated rhythmically around his digits as she came, hard, into Pace’s mouth. She saw stars and shrieked her ultimate satisfaction.
Slowly, her breathing returned to normal. Pace gently removed his fingers and lifted his head. There was a silly grin on his face.
“Did you just ejaculate into my mouth?” he asked, sitting back on his haunches.
Oh, hockstad. What should she say? She slowly closed her legs. “Umm, yeah. Hydroxenes always…” She paused. “Females on earth don’t do that?”
He shook his head, a look of wonder in his eyes. “No, they don’t. Maybe it’s the size of your clit…”
“That’s it,” Lola quickly agreed. “I’ve never thought much about it…” Lie, “but that makes a lot of sense.” She hated to ask, but she needed to know. “Did you hate it?”
“Hell no.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “It was sexy as fuck.”
Lola lay back, relieved, looking at his still hard-as-ore pike. “Speaking of fuck…” She lowered her lids. Now more certain of herself, she was ready for round two. “Would you rather I suck you to completion, or shall we do the deed?”
“You can suck me later,” he said gruffly. “I want to be inside that pretty peach quim right now. Are you on any birth control?”
“Birth control?” She tilted her head to show her ignorance of the term.
“Uh, protection. You know, against making babies.”
Lola laughed, relieved to give him welcome news. “It’s not my time of cycle to become impregnated,” she assured him. “If it were, I wouldn’t be indulging in any of this.”
“You guys use the rhythm method?” he asked incredulously. “How does that work for you? On earth, I’d say the odds are about seventy/thirty. And I never take a chance with thirty.”
“There is no ‘chance’ here. We are very aware when our spin of the moons is upon us.”
She watched him fight with himself for a minute, but the need in his loins clearly convinced him to believe her. He leaned forward, holding himself up over her with strong arms, and kissed her deeply. She could taste herself on him, and it brought all thoughts of discussion to an end. With eager fingers, she dipped into her own wetness before reaching for his pike. She spread her juices up and down his considerable length.
“Hell yeah,” he grunted, thrusting into her hand.
But as good as handling him felt, she knew he wanted to be inside her. With a determined grip on his pike, she pulled her lips away and dropped her gaze on the point of joining, positioning the silky head of his hard beauty at her opening.
“Go for it,” she whispered.
She believed he’d thrust inside, as had been customary with her two previous partners―not that she’d ever been anywhere close to this excited with them―but Pace didn’t. Instead, he took his time. He moved forward slightly, then looked at her. He was definitely a large fit, but Lola, already well-lubed from her orgasm, let him know with a lift of her hips that she was ready for more. That process repeated numerous times.
When he was finally seated firmly, she took her eyes off the spot where they linked and stared up at him. Sweat beaded on his forehead, and she swore his eyes were full of more than sexual satisfaction. Love, she might have said, if it wasn’t ridiculous to think he’d fallen for her as quickly as…
Oh Lords.
She’d fallen for him. There was no sense denying it when he was buried rullkas-deep in her quim and making her happier than she’d ever been before. Hockstad. She’d been thrilled even before they’d gotten naked. Pace’s humor, his caring nature. Gerri Wilder had it right. They were a perfect match, except…
She refused to think about it right now. At this moment, all she needed to do was fuck.
Lola rotated her hips upward. Taking that as permission, Pace took the reins off his forbearance. He lowered his mouth and ground against her lips, while pistoning in and out of her quim. She matched him thrust for thrust, digging her nails into the hard flesh of his romp, relishing in the abrasion of her clit against his springy pike hair, just as she imagined.
She wrapped her legs around his waist and put him into a lock that crushed them together. Giving in to temptation, she sent a hand around her romp and found his tight rullkas. They were both hard and soft. Tender of skin, they pulled taut into Pace’s body, creating a large, yet compact package. A lovely dichotomy. She couldn’t wait to get them into her mouth. For now, she gently rolled and squeezed, causing Pace to groan and pump harder.
“Yes!” She felt herself lift to the heavens again. “Yes!” The base of his cock punished her ultra-sensitive clit. With one more “Yes”, they took off and flew to the heights. Together. His hot ejaculate jetted up inside her as her clit warmly bathed those parts of him outside her channel.
He collapsed upon her. When he mumbled an apology and started to pull away, she clung to his limp body and held him tightly in place. “No,” she whispered. “Don’t move. I like you here.”
“I like me here, too,” he murmured.
It wasn’t long before his breathing evened out and he slept.
Lola quickly followed.