Penny
Fire spread throughout her body. Not just fire, but desire and raw lust. Her nipples grew rock hard and stung against the terrycloth of the robe. They were heavy and ached, needing to be massaged and sucked to relieve pressure. Her thighs were slick with desire. Her body ached and burned and needed him. Now. She had never been so turned on and it frightened her.
She cradled her hand to her chest. “What did you do to me?”
“My barb contains a toxin.”
“No shit!”
“It helps the female achieve climax.”
“An aphrodisiac? Are you kidding me?” She let her guard down and her curiosity got the better of her. She knew not to toy with the alien, but there she was with her hand on his cock—his delicious, thick cock hard like velvet over steel—and she just had to explore. But she wanted to explore more of him, with her hands and her tongue and her lips.
She shook her head, finding a brief moment of clarity. “What’s happening to me?”
“The toxins must be purged from your system.”
“Okay. What do we need.” She crawled away. There was probably a bottle of ipecac in the medicine cabinet.
“The only way is an orgasm.” He reached for her foot, but she kicked him away.
“Don’t touch me! And I don’t believe you. An orgasm? And you’re just the guy to give me one?” But her traitorous body wanted him to be that guy. It took all her willpower not to roll over on her hands and knees and present her ass to him, to mewl and beg for him, for his cock, spines and all. She squeezed her thighs together, seeking just a bit of friction.
“You need relief,” he said.
“I’ll do it myself!” She tore open the robe and stuck her hand down her soaked panties. She was wet; wetter than she’d ever been. Her fingers glided over her clit. She rubbed and savored the temporary relief, like scratching an itch, except no matter how hard or fast she rubbed, it didn’t really scratch that particular itch. She rolled on her side, thighs pressed together as her hand worked, hips raising to meet a partner who wasn’t there.
“Pen-knee—”
The sound of his voice ramped up her need. “Don’t Penny me,” she warned. “You did this to me.”
“Yes, and I can end this.” His large hands rolled her onto her back. Without thinking, her knees fell open, ready for him.
“How?” Her body craved—demanded—his cock, but she didn’t want their first time having sex to be like this. When they made love, she wanted it to be tender and passionate, not this mindless need.
“I can give you release.” His fingers brushed against the soaked barrier of her panties. Her fingers still worked her pussy. Lightly, his hand covered hers.
Her hand wasn’t enough. Penny knew that. Kol had what she needed. “Okay. Please, Kol.”
He hooked around her panties and removed them. His hand replaced hers, his strong fingers working her pussy. She bucked and moaned at his touch.
“Rolusian females do not have this,” he said, circling her clit.
“Do not talk to me about other females,” Penny growled. Jealousy coursed through her at the thought of her male with another woman. “Your cock belongs to me!”
He murmured agreement, fingers breaching her channel. She sighed in relief, letting his fingers sink into her. She lifted her hips with each stroke, fucking his hand. It was good but she needed more. She needed to be filled completely. She licked her lips at the thought of his cherry red cock and those spines designed to only give pleasure.
“I need more, Kol,” she said.
He added another finger, then another. She stretched and burned and it helped soothe the fire, but she needed more.
“More. Please, Kol. I need your cock.”
He lowered his face to her pussy. His tusks scraped the inside of her thighs and she shivered in delight. She could feel them, right there, pressed against her pussy, firm and wicked and not designed for pleasure, but she loved the sensation of them as they pressed against her heated flesh. His hand continued to pump into her and his lips fixed around her clit. He licked, slow and firm. Her back arched and she cried, half in relief and half demanding more.
“Just fuck me and put me out of my misery,” she begged.
He kept up the rhythm despite her pleas. She rode him without mercy, taking everything he could give her. She was close, so close to climax and escape from the alien toxin, but there was one element missing.
He sucked on her clit and she fell over the edge. Her thighs clamped around his head, tusks digging in sharply to her soft, inner thigh, and she clutched at him as her entire body quivered with relief, sweet relief.
She held him in place, one hand on his head, as the orgasm worked its way through her. His ministrations fell still.
Just as quickly as it came, the burning need for sex—for Kol— left.
“Pen-knee, I am sorry you experienced that unawares. It should not be that way.”
Panting, Penny stared up at the ceiling. She couldn’t bring herself to look at him, not just yet. She wanted to believe—needed to believe—it had been an accident. The translator cube conveyed no remorse in his explanation or apology, but that was the nature of the machine. If he wanted to fuck her, if he had planned to accidentally stick her with a toxin to ramp her libido into overdrive, he would have fucked her.
But he didn’t stick her, she’d dumbly stuck herself. She begged him for his alien cock. Begged. But he held back, giving her just enough to find release and then scooted away to the foot of the bed. The fact that he didn’t fuck her meant it had to be an accident; that he was telling the truth. Two days ago he had been the enemy and now she didn’t want him to disappoint her.
If she rolled over and found anything but concern in his eyes—
She didn’t want him to be a liar. She wanted to believe the jab had been an accident.
“Pen-knee.”
“What evolutionary purpose could that possibly serve?”
“The barb encourages Rolusian females to produce fertility hormones.” His weight shifted in the bed, the mattress dipping. That damned tail thumped against her bare calf. She flinched. “Are you well?”
Penny covered her exposed legs with a blanket. For a moment she wanted to make a terrible joke about practicing safe sex by wearing pants but she didn’t have the energy. “I’m wrung out. Does your barb have that effect every time?” She couldn’t imagine the lust-fueled chaos if pricks from casual contact sent everyone into a frenzy. Those tails needed a cover. A barb cozy. She’d stick an old sock on his tail and call it good enough— or safe sex.
Nope, still not funny.
“No. I must be— Terrans seems especially… susceptible,” he said. The words from the translator cube were flat and cold but his voice, the voice underneath the computer, was warm and sounded almost sincere.
Penny sat up.
He stared at her foot, poking out from the blanket. She tucked it under and he lifted his gaze to meet hers. He looked like a man in hell, holding her gaze and waiting for her to reach a decision.
Sincere.
With a sigh of relief, Penny slumped back down to the mattress. “That really took it out of me. I think I’ll be fine once I sleep. Check on the fire, can you.”
He added another blanket over her. “Rest. I will keep the first watch.”