LAUREN

The men talk for a time after dinner, making plans in low voices. I don’t follow any of it, but I occasionally hear my name and that of Marisol. Every time I speak up, K’thar just smiles at me and nods, and I have to trust that he is actually going to take me to my friend. I don’t think he would lie, but I’m also hoping I’m not completely misunderstanding things.

When the suns go down, J’shel takes the baby and heads up to his sleeping spot and N’dek prepares his bed with fresh leaves that K’thar’s gathered for him. They don’t seem to be big fans of fire here, so when the light is gone, it’s pretty much bedtime. That leaves just me and K’thar to retire to our spot high up in the tree.

Bedtime. I can’t help but think about last night and I get all flushed wondering what tonight is going to be like. Not that I should be thinking about stuff like that.

Not that I haven’t thought about it every hour the entire day. I blame my cootie for my rather singular thoughts. I knew nightfall was coming. I just didn’t know if I’d be coming with it.

Ha.

But I can’t deny that I want to be touched again. Last night’s orgasm was nothing short of earth-shattering and I’m curious to see if he plans on taking control again. He hasn’t pushed me all day, but I’ve caught him watching me. I know he has to be thinking like I am—his cootie has been just as noisy as mine all day.

If he doesn’t touch me tonight, though, I’m not sure if I have the guts to ask him to. Part of me thinks no one would care—no one in this tribe anyhow—but there’s another part of me that still thinks like the awkward Earth woman who wore glasses and sat on the sidelines at the club instead of dancing. I’m not abandoned. I don’t think I’ll ever be that person. The closest I’ll ever be to that carefree person is who I am right now, the one in the grass bikini in a jungle of naked people. I’m the one that tries to be helpful, the peacemaker. It’s hard for me to ask for things for myself.

It’s especially hard to think about asking someone Hey, would you diddle me again tonight?

K’thar gestures at the hollowed-out bole of the massive tree that they call home, and he indicates that I should try climbing it for myself tonight. I appreciate that he’s not going to throw me over his shoulder and haul me around, but I worry that I’m going to be really bad at this. “I’m not the most athletic,” I tell him, grabbing a handhold and looking up. “So no laughing.”

“L’ren, up,” he tells me in his language.

Right, right. I’m looking forward to the day we can have a real conversation. I use the handhold and pull myself up, reaching for the next one. It’s not very big and my fingers slip, and then one of K’thar’s big hands cups my butt, helping me up.

I can’t decide if this is awkward or arousing. I’m definitely aware that he’s inches away from my girl parts and it makes me squirm and reach up for the next handhold so I don’t sit on his hand for too long and get far too many ideas. The ledges carved into the inside of the tree are fairly big overall, though. I’m guessing it’s because alien hands are much larger than mine. They’re spaced rather far apart, so moving to each one is a challenge. I concentrate on traveling up the tree, and I’m panting by the time we pass all of the other platforms and make it up to the very top of the tree. I crawl out onto the woven platform and flop down, panting. “Next time maybe you take the first floor instead of the penthouse,” I complain to him as he squats at my side, looking at my winded, sprawled body with amusement.

“L’ren, yes,” he says, and touches my cheek with one big finger. I think he’s trying to tell me that he’s proud of me.

I give him a tired thumbs up.

He smiles and then moves away, and I sit up on my elbows to watch him as he disappears off the ledge with a hop, and then returns a few moments later with a handful of leaves. Fastest gatherer ever, though I suppose he has an advantage with four arms versus my puny two arms. He fluffs them into a nice, comfy looking pile and then casts a heated look in my direction.

And I feel a full-body flush move through me. I can guess what that look means, and it’s making me tingle with awareness. My cootie begins its song again, reminding me of exactly what it wants, and with every hour, it seems a little harder to argue with the darn thing. Why am I fighting this again, exactly? Because people that don’t know that I exist anymore won’t approve? Because Earth morals say it’s a bad idea to jump into bed with a guy you’ve just met?

Do those things really apply anymore?

I get to my feet and move to the edge of the bed. He sits down on one side, keeping between me and the ledge, and then waits on me.

I’m not sure how to play this. Do I try to be sexy? Standoffish? What do I want? Torn with indecision, I thump down onto the bed and lie flat on my back, adjusting my placemat-bib-shirt over my boobs. God, I am the worst at seduction.

K’thar just chuckles, as if he can hear my thoughts, and lies down next to me. Not flat on his back, but propped up on one arm and facing me. Watching me. I feel another hot prickle move through my body at that realization, and I’m glad twilight is falling, because then maybe my headlights won’t be quite so noticeable.

“L’ren,” he murmurs.

“You can call me Lo,” I whisper. “All my closest friends do. I think you qualify.” I put a hand to my chest. “Lo.”

“Lllloh,” he manages, rolling his tongue in a way that it almost sounds like he’s purring my name, kind of like his cootie is purring at me. And gosh, that should not be nearly as sexy as it is. “K’thar Llo.”

Is he saying I’m his? I get covered in goosebumps at the thought. I shouldn’t want a guy to be all caveman on me, but it’s hard to deny that I want it more than anything right now. More. Than. Anything. “That’s me. All yours.”

He gazes down at me with those glowing blue eyes and then puts a hand between my thighs, right over my leaf-covered pussy. “K’thar Llo.”

I bite back a moan. Boy, this guy doesn’t play around. “That’s yours, too.”

The look he gives me is one of fierce pleasure.

Well, two can play that game. Maybe it’s time for me to be a little bolder, myself. I reach over and grab him in the same spot he has me, right on his cock. I’m not entirely surprised to see that he’s hard already. “And this is Lo’s K’thar.”

“Yes,” he says thickly, pressing against my hand.

Okay, I’m going to have to be bold more often, because his response to my caress is almost as exciting as when he touches me. These leaves don’t hide much, and I can feel something very big and hot underneath.

He leans in, groaning low under his breath, and then oh-so-casually rips my leaf skirt off of me. No pretending with this one—he’s declaring me as his and staking his territory. And god help me, I love it. A little cry escapes me and I don’t even protest when he tears off my top, either. I guess that’s the good thing about leaf clothing—easy access.

K’thar gazes down at me, his expression as hungry as I feel. Without breaking eye contact, he rips off his own loincloth and tosses it aside.

Oh boy, now we are both really, really naked. I shiver at the realization. There’s nothing stopping us from going all the way with this mating stuff. Am I ready? Does it matter?

I bite my lip, full of aching uncertainty as he stares down at me. He’s not moving to touch me, just watching. I wonder if I’m doing something wrong? Something that’s making him hesitate today, unlike yesterday.

He looks down at my breasts, then touches the curve of one, watching me.

The fuck? He’s staring rather hard at my face and not my boobs. I frown. “What was that about?”

“Hurt?” he asks, using one of the words he’s managed to teach me over the last few days.

“No,” I say slowly. Why would they hurt?

He must see my confusion, because he chuckles and rubs his chin, looking a bit sheepish. He gestures at my breasts and indicates that they’re big, and then points at himself and shakes his head.

Does that mean females of his kind don’t have boobs like I do? Or he thinks mine are enormous? I put a hand over my breasts to cover them, feeling a little uncomfortable.

K’thar snags my hand and pulls it down with a shake of his head, then lightly runs his fingers over my nipple. “K’thar Llo.”

Oooh, so we’re back to that sexy game. I approve. I get all breathless, especially when he continues to trace my breast with his fingertips. “Yes.”

My cootie’s rumbling fiercely, so strong it feels like it’s shaking the trees. Down below, Kki lets out a raucous squawk, and I realize that it’s not just my cootie that’s shaking—it’s the entire tree.

I jump to my feet, terrified. “K’thar—another earthquake!”

“Llo,” he says calmly, getting to his feet as well. “No.”

“Don’t tell me no! I know what I heard! I…” I pause, because I realize it’s already stopped. It was just a tremor, nothing more, but it’s the second one today. Each one is terrifying because I wonder when the volcano is going to blow its top. We’re right in the danger zone, perched on the edge of the caldera.

He grabs my waist and pulls me back against him, and then all of a sudden I’m standing flush against a big, warm, sexy barbarian and my naked skin is pressed against his naked skin.

And for a moment, I forget all about earthquakes.

K’thar holds me tightly against him, and I can feel his cock pressing into my back. My body prickles with awareness and my nipples are hard, and I hold my breath, waiting to see if he releases me.

He doesn’t, though. Instead, one big hand goes to my pussy and he strokes my curls there. “K’thar Llo,” he murmurs against my hair.

I shudder with need, leaning back against him, giving myself up to him. He wants me to be his? I’m all his to do with as he wants. “Yes.”

He groans low in his throat, and I can feel the deeper rumble of his khui in his chest. As he calmly slides one finger between the folds of my pussy, he reaches up with another hand and caresses one of my breasts again.

I suck in a breath, because the dual sensations are maddening. Did I think a guy with four arms was weird? I take it back, because he’s got so many more ways to touch me that I’m getting wet just thinking about it.

“Llo,” he says again in a deliciously husky voice, and drags that big, thick finger along the wet seam of my pussy. He moves it back and forth, then begins to lightly rub against my clit. Oh fuck, he remembers that from yesterday. Of course he does.

I cling to his arm, writhing against him and panting as he rubs my nipple at the same time he pets my clit. This is so unfair. It’s too much for me to take in. It’s overwhelming, and amazing, and oh my god, I’m going to come so hard if he keeps touching me like this. The breath wheezes in and out of my throat and I whimper, trapped in the cage of his arms as he holds me tight against him and strokes my body like it’s been his for hundreds of years and he knows just how to touch me. So unfair.

So good.

I come a moment later, crying out as a swift orgasm overtakes me. I’ve never come quickly before, but it seems that every time he touches me, I just light up and explode. I sag against him as he continues to pet me, murmuring my name.

His hand lifts from my pussy and in a daze, I watch as he raises his wet fingers to his mouth and tastes them.

Then, K’thar groans. Hard. “Llo,” he rasps.

In the next moment, I’m back on the leafy bed, on my back. He’s swift, so swift that I can barely tell what’s happening before I realize that he’s pushing my thighs apart and his head descends between them.

Ohgodohgodohgod. “K’thar, wait,” I whimper. “I need to come down. I’m too sensitive—”

But he doesn’t understand me. Of course he doesn’t. Or maybe he doesn’t care. Arms locked around my thighs to anchor my hips against him, he leans down and licks me with a long, slow taste.

I bite down on my finger to keep from screaming out his name. Sensation rockets through me, and I feel like my entire body is turning inside out. I’ve never felt so much all at once. I want him to stop, and I want him to keep going. He licks my folds and my toes curl. My hands go to his hair as he hefts one of my knees over his shoulder and begins to use his tongue with even more force. He takes his time to explore my folds, and then pushes the tip of his tongue against my core.

My moans turn into gasps, and I cling to him. I feel a sliver of disappointment when he moves away from my core, leaving me aching and hollow. But a moment later, his tongue drags over my still-incredibly-sensitive clit, and then he begins to feast on me.

This time, I can’t help the loud cry that escapes my throat.

One hand—god, he has so many—reaches up and he presses his fingers against my lips. I suck on them, whimpering, because I’m so full of need. I can’t help my body’s reaction to his intense licking—my hips buck against his face in my urgency. I can feel him chuckle, but he doesn’t stop. He only licks me harder, his hands tight around my thighs.

And then I’m coming all over again, wet and hot and all around his face. My body arches like a bow and still he doesn’t stop licking me, not until I’ve shuddered and cried out a third time.

I stare up at the dark forest canopy overhead. I feel…replete. No, more than replete. It’s like all of the strength in my body has been drained, and it was sucked right out of my pussy by the alien between my thighs. I lift my head to glance over at him and his eyes are shining, the look on his face smug and pleased. Yeah, he should be pleased. I’m pretty sure every bird, reptile, and alien in a three-mile radius just heard me coming my brains out. That is definitely going to make breakfast tomorrow rather awkward when I see the others.

Three orgasms, one after the other. I’m going to need to take up cardio to keep up with this man’s tongue. My legs feel like they’ve run three miles and all they’ve done is clench his head between my thighs. Gah.

Of course, I can’t complain. I’d be a fool to complain. That was amazing. Hands everywhere, tongue everywhere…my toes curl just thinking about it again.

“K’thar Llo,” the big guy murmurs and licks his tongue along the inside of my thigh.

I shiver, because I can see the heat and need in his eyes. “Wait,” I breathe, wriggling my way out of his grip. An idea has hit me and I’m rather excited about it. I want to turn the tables on him…. If he liked my reaction to his touch, I’m sure I’ll enjoy his reaction to mine. I put a hand to his chest and slide away, closing my trembling thighs. “Enough with Lo for now. Let’s talk about K’thar.”

He reaches for me, but I shake my head and caress his face, smiling at him. “My turn. Lo’s K’thar.”

His eyes narrow and his khui purrs even louder. Yeah, he likes that idea.

I get to my feet and take his hand in mine, indicating he should do the same. He does, and then I get to gaze at all delicious six feet plus of the guy. I put my hand on his pectoral, feeling his heart beat and his khui “sing,” and it feels like a magical moment.

He blew my mind, now it’s my turn to blow his. The thought’s an enticing one. How many times has K’thar looked at me with hot eyes and held me for a little bit longer than he should have? It’s my turn to pay attention to his need…and to thank him for four very, very good orgasms.

And, well, have a little fun myself.

The thought of touching him any way I want to is exciting. It makes me press my thighs together with anticipation and my body flushes all over again. I can tell he’s excited, too, though it’s not hard to see that. He’s panting, his massive shoulders heaving, and his fists are clenching at his side, as if it’s taking all of his strength not to reach out and grab me and throw me back down into the leaves again for another round.

Much as that round would be amazing, I want him to have some amazing, too. So I smile up at him. “I’m going to teach you how to kiss first. Can we do that?”

He tilts his head, and I can tell he’s mentally sifting through my words, trying to match them up with the bits and pieces of each other’s language that we’ve learned.

“Kiss,” I say helpfully, and slide my hand to the back of his neck, then press my body up against his. My breasts push against his chest and one of his arms goes to my waist, locking me against him. I shake my head, keeping my expression playful. “My turn to run things, sweetheart. And we’re starting with a kiss.”

“Ks,” he agrees, and puts his hand behind my neck, just like I’m doing to him.

I want to close my eyes and lean against that big hand, because he can cup the entire back of my head in his palm, and it’s a strangely erotic feeling. I can’t get distracted, though, and he’s the very best at distracting me. I lean in, tugging him toward me. “Kiss,” I whisper again. “It’s my favorite.”

Well, it was my favorite before oral. I might have a new favorite. But this one can be a classic. I’m good with that.

He watches me closely, his eyes open even as I move in and put my mouth on his. He goes completely still under me, as if trying to figure out what I’m doing.

So I lean in and lightly press my lips to his. It’s clear he doesn’t know how to kiss. He purses his mouth and waits, as if trying to figure out what I’m doing so he can mimic it. That’s oddly sweet and kind of funny at the same time.

Of course, his reaction just makes me want to do more. I want to shock him. Push his limits—or even just see what they are. I lean closer and lick him, right on the mouth.

The breath hisses from between his teeth. “Ks?”

“Not quite,” I murmur, my voice throaty with the power I have over him. “Let me finish showing you. Kiss,” I say again, and then press my mouth over his. This time, I make it a deeper kiss. Instead of caressing his lips with mine, I slant my mouth over his and flick my tongue against the seam of his mouth. When he opens up for me, I stroke against his, sliding my tongue along the side of his. Then I slowly break away and give him a breathless look. “Kiss.”

He growls low and his arms lock around my waist. One hand cups the back of my head harder and then his mouth is on mine again, and we’re kissing with all the intense passion I’ve been hoping for. K’thar’s a fast learner, because he takes over the kiss, and what he lacks in finesse, he makes up for in enthusiasm. God, is there ever enthusiasm. He’s kissing me so fiercely that I can feel my body responding, my cootie humming its pleasure. Every lick into my mouth feels as if he’s licking me between my thighs again and it’s as maddening as it is incredible. I’ve lost control of the kiss, but I don’t mind.

When we finally break apart, my mouth feels like it’s tingling and we’re both panting hard. He gazes down at me and skims a thumb over my lower lip. “Ks.”

I nod, dazed. “Yeah, that’s what it is.” Though calling what we experienced just now a mere kiss seems inadequate.

I want to do more, before he completely distracts me. I slide my hand down his chest and then even lower, boldly caressing his cock. “Kiss here?”

K’thar’s eyes grow hooded and I can hear the barest groan escape him.

“That’s not a no,” I whisper, and slide to my knees, kneeling in front of him, my hands still on his cock. “In fact, that just might be a yes.”

“Yes,” he murmurs thickly.

Yup, thought so. I feel an intense sweep of pleasure over the control I have right now. I’m the one on my knees, but I’m the one in charge of the situation. It’s a heady, intense feeling and I can see why people get so addicted to being in charge. His reactions to my touches make everything twice as pleasurable.

I gently cup his sac, exploring him with my fingers. His skin is soft here, and impossibly hot. As I gaze at his body in the shadows, he seems to be turning the same color as my skin. Fascinating. Is he camouflaging to me because I’m touching him or because he’s trying to please me? Either way, I’m into it. I wrap my other hand around his length and squeeze, learning his body. His cock is incredibly thick. Not that I’ve had a lot of experiences with cocks (as in, none) but watching porn online didn’t prepare me for the size of an alien boyfriend. When I squeeze, my fingers don’t close all the way around him, and the length of him is larger than anticipated.

But all of the other humans stranded here are blissfully happy and pregnant, so I’m guessing alien dick is big in the “yay” sort of way instead of the “oh crap” sort of way. And with that knob on top, I’m pretty sure he’s going to hit me in all the right spots. That’s…kind of exciting.

Okay, a lot exciting.

First, though, it’s my turn to have some fun. I glance up at him and notice he’s watching me with intent, focused eyes, as if nothing else in the world matters. I smile up at him, and then reach out and casually lick the head of his cock. I’ve never given a blowjob before, but there are things you just know at your core, and I guess I know how to be a tease.

“L’ren,” he breathes, caressing my face.

My cootie’s rumbling like a lawnmower in my chest, and his is so loud I’m surprised no one’s yelling up at us to keep it down. Then again, if my screaming a few minutes ago didn’t wake anyone up, I’m guessing that they’re pretending not to hear. That works for me, because I’m not stopping until this man—alien—comes.

I know that blowjobs involve sucking and stroking, so I try to figure out the best way to do both. With my hands, I explore his length, feeling along his skin. He’s scorchingly hot here, and the faint, spicy musk of his scent fills my nose. I like the smell of him, and I don’t think I’ve ever said that about a guy before. Probably the cootie, but I don’t care. I just know that so far, I like everything about him. I lick along the head of his cock, exploring him with my tongue. Pre-cum slicks the head, and I lap it up, over and over again, but there’s always more. I like his taste, though. He’s thick and smooth along his shaft, but there’s a hard ridge along the top of his cock, as if the skin is thicker there. It’s unusual and I’m pretty sure it’s not standard in Earth equipment, but what is?

I think I’m doing pretty well at pleasuring him, though. The noises K’thar makes are those of a man about to lose control, and his hand keeps touching my face, my hair, anywhere he can. He whispers things to me that I don’t even pretend to understand, and all the while, I love on his cock with my mouth and my hands.

“L’ren,” he pants, and pulls me away from him when I try to suck on the head of his cock. “L’ren.”

“Are you going to come?” I whisper, taking his length in my hand and rubbing my face against his length. I just love touching him. It doesn’t matter how, just that it’s pleasurable to do so. “Is that what you’re trying to tell me?”

He shakes his head and pulls away, and I can feel the tension in his body. He doesn’t want me touching him? I reach for him again. If I can come on his face, he can come on mine. “K’thar,” I murmur, my voice throaty and soft. “Yes.”

K’thar closes his eyes and groans as if tormented.

I decide to take the initiative. I reach out and caress him again, moving my fingers up and down his length in a light, fluttery caress.

The breath hisses from his throat and then he grabs one of my hands, wrapping it around his erection and then pumping his length with it. Fascinated, I watch as he works my hand over his cock, up and down. In a matter of seconds he comes, and hot, sticky semen glazes my hand, the proof of his release. He closes his eyes and breathes my name again, his pumping slowing to a languid stroke. Then, he releases my hand with a deep sigh and gives me the most sleepy, satisfied look I think I’ve ever seen on his face.

I love seeing that expression on him.

He pulls me to my feet, takes a handful of leaves, and carefully wipes my hand clean. Then, with a caress of my cheek, he lies back down on the leaves and indicates I should join him.

I guess…we’re not mating tonight. I’m surprised, but I’m also pleased he remembered that I wanted to wait.

Of course, in a few more days, I might not want to wait at all. Then again, I’m enjoying the bedplay we’ve done so far that it feels like there’s no rush. My cootie purrs, reminding me otherwise. It still wants a mating.

As K’thar pulls my exhausted body into the circle of his arms, I realize that my cootie’s probably going to get its way sooner rather than later, and I’m pretty okay with that. Sure didn’t take long.

Just…not tonight. Even now, my eyes are sliding closed. The last thing I notice before I drift off to sleep is that K’thar puts a hand between my thighs, cupping my pussy.

Right. He’s holding on to what’s his. The amusing thought carries me off to sleep.