CHAPTER 53

TARA

 

The idiot has his head crammed between my stomach and my skirt and he’s going to break the elastic!

“Stohp!”

He rips away so fast I think his scales give me rug burn.

I’m planting my elbows on the bed, lifting up enough to check when two saliva-coated fingertips slowly touch down and slip across the sore spot.

Rug burn sensation gone.

And… so is my indignation.  When I look up into his face, he’s studying me like his life depends on it.  And I saw the outline of his monstersnake in his trousers—

It is.  It is a monstersnake.

And Lord help me, but… “No sex, okay?”

He cocks his head, his pupils expanding as he stares at me.

He’s still got my butt held in one of his hands, so when I pick myself up enough to start inching back, he guides my rear so that it’s on the bed.

Then he disappears.

Everything but his horns, anyway.  My wrist jerks, and I’m towed forward as he stretches his hands under the bed.  I hear the slide of something heavy against the tile.  I peer over the side to see him carefully opening… a short wooden trunk.

It looks old.

It looks very… pretty.  With curling details, and carved designs that look like scary animals.  And the whole thing is covered with a glittery varnish.  Glittery.  These scary animals are probably the alien version of cuddly Lisa Frank art.

Then I spy something.  “Are those my shoes?  Hey!  Those are the markers Tac needed!  And why do you have a spatula?  ...And a spoon…My spoon.”

Tac couldn’t figure out where it went.  Brax always seems to know though.  It’s not a magical ability to find things, it’s a magic trick.  He’s been card flourishing with a spoon, the crazy sneak!

The odd contents take his concentration as he frantically digs for something.  He lifts out an item in triumph a moment later and, boon secured, he returns the chest of stolen booty to its resting place.

I don’t expect it when he zealously rips out a string of very wide squares.

He’s clutching the box, searching frantically along the package, eyes scanning back and forth rapidly like he’s reading.  Then he peers closer, and smoke blocks my view of him for a second before he inhales it with his mouth, turns his head, and blows it to the side.

I convulse with a single, choked laugh.

Brax’s expression loses a little of its wildness.  And he tilts his head, side-eye studying me before he blows a dark smoke ring, and puffs a dart through it.

It’s so cool I want to clap, so I do.

And instantly, his shoulders relax a fraction.  He extends his hand, showing me what he’s so proud of, and I feel my lip curl up in amusement.  These foil packs look like a lot like—

He rips one open with his sharp teeth.

And I stop laughing.  Brax is holding a round, sparkly alien version of a Latex condom.

“No sehhx,” he declares, wagging it like, ‘Aha!  No sperm, no problem!’  And his free hand goes to his suit and the sound of his snaps unfastening over his fly have me mentally falling down a flight of stairs.

Wait—

What!

We’re—

He thinks I don’t want to get pregnant with an alien baby—and he’s right, but I also…

I pause as I consider the fact that this is my main concern. My other one was him hurting me.  I’d have had sex with Tac yesterday if we’d had condoms because I trust Tac to listen to me even if he can’t understand me.

And… now that I know Brax will stop if I need him to stop, I… he’s got nice hands, and I did appreciate his Ladies First approach-philosophy, even if I’m not down with him going down.  So…

My attention is stolen when Brax grabs and pulls out his huge cock, giving it a rather violent tug.  It’s huge—but it’s… normal.

After seeing Tac’s, Brax’s dick looks… pretty normal.

Except for the tomato red glans and white stripes-on-orange colored shaft.

Except for that.

Thanks to our cord, it looks as if I’m desperate to reach him when Brax carefully pinches the middle of the condom, claws kept out of the way, and studiously begins the task of rolling it on.  Then he spits on his hand—not a little, a lot—and begins coating his wrapped shaft.

His magic spit-slime will be inside of me.

I full-body shiver.

Brax pauses, concerned at first, then looks pleased at my heavy-lidded expression.

And, thinking I’ll ride his leg or those abdominals until I’m ready, I take a deep breath, and beckon him forward with a pat to the mattress.

He smirks.

I purse my lips, confused.

And he swaggers forward, his heavy cock bobbing, and he pats the bed.

His hand steals around my nape and my face meets the mattress.  He presses me down, wrapping the excess tether around his forearm to tighten our connection before he captures both my wrists with his other hand and I tense up—

And he kisses my butt.

He slides his face across my backside, my skirt dragging back and forth as he rubs.  He lets up only to blow his hot breath under my skirt and this should not feel as incredible as it does.

This is the weirdest foreplay I’ve ever had and I don’t know why it’s working for me but…it is.

And then the bed depresses as he brings a knee on the outside of mine, and the heat and the weight of him is suddenly over my back as he leans down to check my face.  The last thing I expect is his soft, “Stohp?”

I have to blink fast because, yes, he is an alien, but him pausing to ask me in our limited word exchange if I’m still game just put him in the running for the most thoughtful lover I’ve ever had.

Tac being the other one.  Tac who pet my hair, kissed me, and left me with Brax.  I saw the look they shared.  Tac gave consent to this, and he wasn’t begrudging at all.

I lick my lips, not ready to dwell on having not one, but two alien partners.  Because I…Heaven help me but I’m attracted to BRAX.  At this moment, I have two alien partners.

I feel my hands go free as Brax starts to rise.

“No,” I blurt, and twist until I can see him.  His nostrils flare and his ears swivel forward.  “No stop,” I explain.  “Let’s do this.”

He knows what this last phrase means.  I’ve used it when we tackle a cleaning project together.

A teasing knuckle grazing along my slit is not what I expect and my fingers spread out in reaction as I melt into the mattress a little.  When he finds my clit through my panties, and uses this knuckle to slowly test me, brushing back and forth, my hips rise and a low moan works its way up my throat.

He stops.

I sway my hips to send the message we’re still on.  And I enjoy how it feels to rub myself across him.

He must too, because he adds a little pressure—but stays still.  Letting me take the lead.  I start working my hips, rolling and bouncing as he shifts to give me the flat side of knuckle, and it is so much hotter than I would’ve thought it would be when he licks at the bared section of my cheek, running his tongue along my panty line.

Until he hooks his claws under the band at my waist and jerks them down my thighs.

Then, his knuckle returning to tease me where I need it, he sets his teeth on my butt.

He’s careful not to bite down but the thrill of it sends me over the edge and I cry out, stiffening momentarily before I’m racked with a glorious, full body tremoring.

Brax clamps his hands over my hips, jerks my butt up higher in the air, and mounts me.

The head of his shaft spears me, slicked and hot and hard.

I let out a surprised squeak.

I just squeaked!

But that first penetration.  Unnff!

Brax grunts and thrusts forward, attempting to work himself in deeper.  And I can feel him lean back, and hear his groan, and I finally regain the willpower to lift my head, and I see that he’s watching us, watching himself pull out and disappear, nudge by nudge.

My inner walls grip tightly around him and fully enjoy his delightfully torturous slide and pull.  In reaction, his pumping hips gain speed and I’m ready to combust when he unerringly hits that pleasure point inside of me—again, and again, and ag—

“Brax!” I wail into a mouthful of pillow as the tension releases in an orgasm so explosive that all the muscles in my arms and legs start shaking like I’ve got palsy.  His cock bucks and his weight crushes down on me deliciously as he moves to cage me in his arms, his chest over my back, his hand landing a heavy grip at the base of my throat, and he’s moving like a man out of control, his thrusts gaining speed until his hips shove into mine—and hold.

He roars.

Fuck!  This’s hot.

Ears ringing, I also realize, this is really loud.  I was polite enough to muffle myself.

Tac.

He’d have to be outside this ship not to have heard.  I get that I had Tac’s permission, but still.  The last thing I want to do is rub this in his face.

Brax deals with the condom before he lands with a crash next to me, and I’m a little amused to watch him trying to relearn how to swallow.  And breathe.  He looks like a giant African animal that’s working to shake off a tranquilizer dart.

An animal that, struggling or not, drags me into him so that he can unsteadily attempt to brush my hair out of my eyes before he covers my face in possessive laps of his tongue.

“You’re strange, Brax,” I manage to get out, my lips sucked over my teeth as I squeeze my eyes shut and wait for him to calm down.

In answer, his tail lets go of my ankle and makes its way to the hems of my shirts where it burrows under, and softly strokes my ribs.

Strange, but in your own way… kind of sweet.

He moves in to kiss me on the lips, but instead of letting me take the lead like Tac does, Brax moves his mouth over mine at the same time I’m turning my—

Our teeth clack together.  Or, more accurately, his fangs do the enamel-dance against mine.

“Owwww,” I mumble, my lips squeezed between us, his fingers pressed into my cheeks as he grips my face.  “You jerk.  Someday, you’re going to learn you don’t get to control everything.”

In answer, he lets my face go, and bumps his nose into mine before whispering, “Wrrrong.”