FIVE
Kate had had out-of-body experiences before. Like in college, walking up to the front of a lecture hall to give a presentation in front of 120 students. Or walking into an interview for her dream job at Wilson & Red Publishing. Or when her boyfriend of four years told her he’d met someone else and that he needed her to move out of the apartment they’d shared together.
She was having another one of those moments now as she watched a seven-foot tall alien touch the silver pad next the shower stall, turning on a cascade of hot water that poured from the ceiling. He then promptly stripped off his clothing. His chest had already been bare, but he made short work of his leather-like pants. He bent his long form down, unbelievably flexible for someone of his massive size, to peel them off his thighs. When he straightened, Kate’s lips parted and she whispered, “Oh my God.”
Holy mother of…
He was huge.
Her eyes bulged but she was unable to tear her gaze away, even though she knew he saw her checking out his junk. The alien stood there, long arms at his sides, letting her look her fill. Her heart thudded a steady beat in her chest as she attempted to drag her eyes away from his proud, thick cock that looked like it possessed the girth of her forearm. Seriously. It was…impressive. And he was hard. Hard as hell. His length was pulsing. It bobbed up and down, just ever so slightly, against his taut abdomen.
It wasn’t just his size that surprised her. His cock was…ridged. There was a neat row of circular knobs lining the bottom of his cock. Kate couldn’t see the top since it was currently pressed very tightly to his abdomen, but she wondered if he had them there as well.
Her mouth was as dry as the Sahara as her eyes strayed upwards to his chest, seeing the metal piercings through his nipples glint in the strange navy blue lighting of the bathroom. His skin took on a blue hue to match and it made the gold arm band clinging to his bicep stand out. Beautiful. Majestic. She never thought she’d use those words to describe an alien, but she couldn’t seem to tear her eyes from him. He was magnetic, the negative to her positive.
“Unless you wish me to bend you over and fuck you here,” he growled, lowly, his words heavily accented, unlike any accent she’d ever heard before, “you will wash away the scent of your arousal this moment. My control is slipping, female.”
With a startled jump, she scuttled into the shower stall, her breaths coming hard and fast. For a moment, she imagined it. She imagined him pushing her over the low shelf in the bathroom and working himself inside her with that ridged cock of his. Would he even fit?
She pressed a hand to her cheek, feeling overly warm, stretched a little too tight. She’d never been this attracted to a male before. It was frightening, her reaction to him. Kate didn’t understand it. Not one bit.
And now we’re showering together, she thought, half hysterical as she watched him join her in the stall. In mild alarm, she watched as the glass door slid closed behind him, trapping them in the steamy space together. The shower would’ve been cramped for just him. His shoulders were broad, his chest and waist like a barrel of hard, carefully sculpted muscle. With her added into the mix, it was downright tiny.
Her breasts grazed the hard lines of his abs. She was tempted to shield her nudity from him, but she didn’t even think she’d be able to physically turn around in the stall. Besides, he’d seen more than enough of her and he didn’t seem to mind. Quite the opposite in fact, she thought, her blush refusing to die down, trying not to look between them at his erect giant cock.
When she chanced a peek up at him, he was watching her. The water wet his skin, making him gleam. Kate tried not to look at his pierced nipples, but it was hard considering they were right at eye level. She cleared her throat, trying to get rid of the lump formed there.
“I am called Vaxa’an,” he said, his hands settling on her shoulders before gliding a slow path down to her wrists. He circled them between his middle finger and thumb and Kate found his hold oddly intimate. No doubt he could feel her pulse pounding away.
Vah-xah-on? Except, for the on, he’d rolled his tongue in a way that sounded like a purr, something she didn’t think her tongue would be able to reproduce.
“What are you called, female?”
Just roll with it, she deliberately said to herself. Kate took a calming breath, trying to shake off her anxiety. Maybe she could find a way to convince him to take her home. He didn’t seem to want to hurt her. In fact, he seemed like he was trying to comfort her. If she could gain his sympathy and get him to like her…maybe he’d help her.
Besides, what else did she have to lose? She had some kind of a plan now and she’d always thrived on plans. It was better than being scared and unsure what to do next.
“My name is Kate,” she said quietly, her eyes catching his and holding. He made that grumbling sound in his chest again, something between a growl and a purr, his body stiffening just slightly. He pressed closer and Kate inhaled sharply when she felt his cock brush her stomach. It felt hot even though his fingers around her wrist were cool.
“Kat,” he said.
“No, Kay-t. With a long ‘a’ sound.”
“Kat,” he purred. Kate’s lips parted, her nipples pebbling tighter against his chest, her thighs clenching. His gaze dropped to the beaded peaks, his eyes flashing gold again. One hand left her wrist and she gasped when he swiped his rough thumb across her right nipple. Her back arched. Between them, opalescent pre-cum pushed out from his slit. Her head felt fuzzy with desire as she watched it begin to drip down the length of his cock, shimmering as it went.
Oh my God.
Kate shook her head to clear it, blinking. Her legs trembled.
What was happening to her? Either he was emitting some serious alien pheromones or the hot water on this spaceship was an aphrodisiac. Her pussy was soaked.
“Vaxa’an,” he murmured again, swiping her nipple for a second time.
She realized he wanted her to say his name. It was just so male.
“Vah-xah-on,” she whispered. She couldn’t roll the last syllable properly. His lips quirked up. The alien was smiling.
“Vaxa’an.”
“Vaxa,” she finally settled on, her eyes fluttering shut, a breathless moan falling from her lips as he swiped both of her nipples at the same time.
Plan, plan, plan, her mind screamed, desperate. She needed to stick to the plan. Hooking up with an alien during sexy shower time wasn’t on her list.
But it should be, a little voice whispered, like a devil on her shoulder. Admittedly, it had been a while since she’d last had sex. And she missed it.
“I need to lick your cunt now,” he growled, his grip on her tightening. “Female, your smell…Fates.”
“I—,” she started with a wobbly voice, “I don’t think…I—”
She gave up trying to speak.
Well, she’d tried to deter him, hadn’t she?
She watched with half-lidded eyes as he somehow maneuvered himself down to one knee on the shower floor. He gripped her hips, lifting her off the floor until his mouth was level with her swollen pussy and then he draped both of her legs over his thick shoulders, her back pressing into the glass shower wall. Water slicked down her face and body. She swore that she could feel every single drop like a touch.
“Ahhhh,” she cried out, bucking her hips the moment he buried his face between her legs. Stars burst into her vision and she threw her head back into the wall of the shower. She felt his tongue swipe out and she suck in a sharp breath. His tongue was ridged. It was ridged just like his cock and it felt unbelievable as he lapped between the lips of her pussy.
She scrambled to hold onto something, fearing that she’d lose her balance simply perched on his shoulders. He growled when her hands found and curled around the black horns that grazed the sides of his head. She let go, thinking that they were sensitive and she’d hurt him. But then he rasped, “Again.”
Hesitantly, she took hold of them, using them to anchor her as Vaxa continued his assault. The horns felt like smooth ivory beneath her slick palms. He made a low groaning sound and his hips rocked a little, as though trying to relieve the pressure between his legs. Tingles spread from the base of her spine, to the tips of her nipples, as he sank that ridged tongue inside her.
“Oh yes, yes,” she whispered, wondering how something so wrong could feel so incredible.
Vaxa was ravenous. He licked and sucked her pussy until her head spun and she thought she’d pass out from the pleasure of it. He was making a continual purring sound that vibrated his tongue. It was like her body was being overloaded with all of these new sensations and she couldn’t keep up. She felt his cool fingers reach between her legs and part her lips. Her pussy felt exposed and engorged with blood.
His head bent once more. Kate felt his breath on her clit before she felt that ridged, vibrating tongue and her hips shot forward, body tightening, on the edge of the most intense orgasm she knew she would ever experience.
Vaxa stopped and she wanted to groan in frustration, her hands clamping down on his horns harder. He hissed out a breath but then asked, swiping her clit with his thumb, “What is this, female?”
Her back arched again, eyes rolling into her head, and she said, with her voice strained, “My clit.”
“Feels good?” he grunted.
“Yes, yes! Don’t stop now!”
His head jerked—his version of a nod—as if that was all he needed to know…and then he was there, directing all of his attention to that little hidden bundle of nerves. Her clit was throbbing for him. She was lost. Completely lost. Nothing in this entire universe could tear her away from him at this very moment, not even the promise of returning home. That was how lost she was. That was how good he was making her feel.
At the moment, he felt more like her sex slave, not the other way around.
A particularly well-angled swipe of his tongue, where every ridge nudged her clit, brought on her orgasm. For a few breathless moments, she was suspended, on the verge of life-changing pleasure. And then it hit her. It bowed her back and made her scream. It made her ride his face and that amazing tongue, doing anything she possibly could to prolong it.
Through the ringing in her ears, she heard Vaxa groan. His fingertips replaced his tongue on her clit and she felt those gold eyes on her, watching, absorbing. He spoke something, but it was in his language. She didn’t understood a word, but she felt his meaning. She felt his tightly wound desire.
When she finally returned to herself, he was still lightly strumming her clit, still purring/growling. His free hand was digging into her ass. His palm was big enough to completely cover a rounded cheek and she didn’t know why, but she found that sexy. Everything about him was surprisingly sexy.
But sense was starting to return now that the fogginess of desire had dissipated, if only slightly.
“Um,” she murmured, her voice husky and gravelly from screaming. She was at a loss what to say. Her cheeks began to burn. “Can you let me down?”
He growled, as if he didn’t like that idea. He leaned forward, turning his head to the side. She gasped when he rubbed one of his black horns against her sensitive clit. The texture was smooth and cool, a sharp contrast to his hot, ridged tongue. He continued to rub his horn against her and she fought against the rising pleasure. Kate didn’t know if she could orgasm like that again so soon. It might kill her.
“Please, Vaxa,” she whispered, but she didn’t know what she was asking for. After another moment, he finally lifted her, sliding up from his kneeled position on the shower floor, and setting her back down on her feet.
Her knees buckled but he caught her, holding her securely against him. Between them, his cock looked like it had grown even bigger, if that was possible. The head was an angry blue color, reflected from the bathroom lighting, and the ridges looked more engorged on the underside. From this view, she could see that he also had them running on the top side of his cock, but they were clustered a few inches from the base. Her thighs clenched, wondering how that would feel inside her.
Kate felt selfish. She’d gotten hers, but he was more aroused than when they began. There was a wildness about him, something that put her on edge. But it didn’t make her wary. Rather, it was more of an anticipation, like she knew what would come and she was hungry for it.
It didn’t make any sense. She didn’t know him. He wasn’t even the same species as her.
How should she handle a situation like this? Did he expect her to reciprocate? Any human male would. And she should, given the intensity of the orgasm he’d just given her.
But when she reached out a hesitant hand between them, all the while wondering if she could fit her hand all the way around his cock, he snagged her wrist. Lifting startled eyes up to him, she bit her lip before asking, “Don’t you want me to…?”
“We will not mate this span,” he murmured. Span. Did he mean day? “If you touch my cock…” He made that noise again, the one that sent awareness skittering up her spine. “We will fuck all night and I will not stop.”
Kate’s lips parted, a wave of warmth overwhelming her body and it had nothing to do with the hot water pouring over them.
“Giving you pleasure is enough for me,” he continued, running his palms down her arms again, making her shiver. He brushed her breasts, gazing down at her nipples hungrily, before meeting her eyes. “More than enough,” he rumbled. “How long do human females take to recover?”
“To recover?”
“When can you orgasm again?”
“Oh,” she whispered. “Well, I—not long.” He gave that head jerk, nodding, but she hurried to elaborate before he could say anything, “But I think we should hold off on that for a little while.”
He frowned. “Why?”
“I didn’t intend for what just happened to happen,” she confessed softly, cheeks beginning to burn. “It happened so fast.”
The alien gave her a slow blink. “Why does this color appear here?” he asked, touching his fingertips to her cheeks.
“I…I’m just embarrassed,” she said, shying her eyes away.
“Embarrassed?” he asked, brow bone furrowing. “About mating?”
“It’s just…I’m not usually like this. I like to get to know someone before hooking up with them,” she tried to explain.
“Hooking up,” he repeated, a puzzled expression on his face.
“Being intimate,” she tried. “We didn’t have sex, but we still…you still…”
“Licked your cunt?” he helpfully supplied.
Oh, Jesus. More pink flooded her cheeks. “Um, yes.”
“And you feel embarrassed about this?”
“A little bit.”
His frown deepened. He looked mildly offended actually and she worried that she’d insulted him. Was it rude to not want a second round of oral in his culture? Not that she didn’t want it…but she was worried things were spinning out of control. Everything was happening so fast and her emotions were all over the place.
“Do not be embarrassed, Kat,” he said. And she’d be lying if she said his attempt at her name didn’t create a fluttery feeling in her stomach. “Mating is natural. ‘Hooking up’ is natural. It is a good thing. There is no shame in it.”
He was so sure in his view that she relaxed a little, a bit of the post-orgasm awkwardness draining away. Still…she didn’t know where this could go, if she even wanted it to go anywhere. Her only goal should be finding a way back to Earth, back to her home. If he could help her, fantastic. But if he couldn’t, then she needed another plan.
Tomorrow, she thought. For now, she needed to rest and recharge. Maybe tomorrow, after a good night’s sleep, she could figure out something.
Vaxa leaned his head down and nuzzled his horn against her cheek. The move was so unexpectedly charming that she found her lips lifting a little. His gaze found hers and he said, “You will let me know when you want me to lick your cunt again, yes?”
Oh boy.