Page 19 of You're Not My King!

Voh-ack tapped the underside of my chin, lifting my gaze to his as if he could sense my discomfort. “No fear.”

Those simple words melted the tension in me, and my eyes flicked to the alien’s mouth. It was a reflex, a natural progression to our current predicament. I nervously licked my bottom lip, and before I could talk myself out of it, I rested both hands on Voh-ack’s broad chest, strained up onto my tippy toes, and slotted our mouths together. It was a stretch with the height difference, but I made it work. Sort of. Since there was no exchange of spit or overeager tongues jabbing tonsils, it somehow felt kinda… not awkward?

Well, it wasn’t for me, but Voh-ack seemed to stiffen under the touch, and I withdrew instantly. If kissing wasn’t his thing, I’d be low-key bummed, but I’d cope. However, when I balanced on my toes to look at him, it wasn’t refusal on his face, it was something akin to awe. A slight scowl creased his brow as he stared at my lips, pursing his own as if chasing the tingle and imagining it happening again.

I waited, my feet a little sore and my body beginning to tremble, but with a set of impressive pecs to lean on for support, I managed to stay still. It only took a moment for Voh-ack to tip my chin back and, with his eyes falling closed, slowly lower his lips to mine. I sagged into it. It was so unsure and gentle, as if he’d never done it before.

And why did that make my blood race?

Emboldened, I looped my arms around Voh-ack’s neck and took the initiative, deepening the kiss. I licked the seam of his mouth, a shiver racking me at the primal rumble that vibrated from his chest into mine. The tickle of his smirk covering my lips had my core tightening. Voh-ack was learning quickly, or instinct took over as he claimed my mouth, tasting me; still slow, but so thorough and dirty. There was no finesse, no grace. It was sloppy, greedy, the noises bordering on shameful, but it had my nuts throbbing, and when I finally abandoned all caution to twine my tongue with his, I thought my head would explode.

Voh-ack’s tongue was thicker than a human’s, and silky smooth except at the very tip, which was subtly forked and… sticky. Like a fucking bearded dragon, I mused, and that helpful comparison had my mind spiraling, filling with thoughts of it whipping out, lightening quick, and how good it might feel deep inside my ass. I moaned, pressing even closer, kissing harder, and the muffled sound paired with my fervor drove Voh-ack wild, his resolve crumbling as if I’d cut the last frayed thread.

He hooked an arm around my back, dragging me closer still, until we were plastered chest to chest, and pinned me there as if he didn’t want me to escape. His other hand drifted to circle my neck, not squeezing, just anchoring me in place so he could devour. It was the hottest kiss I’d ever experienced, and it wasn’t even technically that good. It was messy and a little too wet, but my dick was hard as rock, and I didn’t want it to end.

The slick soaking through my furry toga as he ground his hips forward had me feeling bold. I withdrew, gasping for breath and feeling extremely smug about how deliciously disheveled Voh-ack looked. He tried to swoop in and capture my lips again, not ready to part, but I held a finger up to halt his advance. He rumbled low in his throat, a sound both grumpy and impatient, and I couldn’t help the laugh that burst free.

The crease between his brows softened instantly.

“I want to try something else,” I explained, but Voh-ack wrinkled his nose, not understanding.

“More,” I tried again, and Voh-ack didn’t even need to pause to nod.

Of course he knows that word.

I steered him over to the bed in the corner of the hut, and urged him to sit. The nerves I’d felt earlier clearly dwindling as I lowered myself to my knees between his legs with only a steadying exhale. I was determined, and it was actually a real confidence boost to render a powerful, seven-foot-tall alien a little feral with one kiss. I did make the mistake of looking at the ground, however, and it unbalanced me a smidge. His feet were fucking huge, and his toes had claws. I’d known that from my trek to the camp with the others, but seeing them up close and personal was a different matter.

I looked away before my boner shriveled up.

Not that his feet were particularly gross, I just wasn’t a fan in general, so it was best to pretend he had none and keep my eyes on sexier things. Like literally everything else about him.

Voh-ack raised a hairless eyebrow at my new position, and I couldn’t help my soft snort. “Don’t tell me blow jobs aren’t a thing in the alien world either?”

He had no clue what I was saying, I knew that. At this point, I was just talking out loud because the silence felt weird. Voh-ack didn’t seem to mind, especially when I showed him what I meant through touch. First, I ran my hands up his thick, scaled thighs, getting a feel for the muscles bunching under my palms before peppering kisses over the same path. I watched Voh-ack’s reactions from under my lashes—every muscle spasm and jaw clench. He caught me looking and spread his legs wider with a sort of cocky assurance, manspreading, displaying his assets, and I couldn’t wait to wipe away that damned smugness.

He faltered as I shuffled closer, his chest hitching as if stuck in that awkward plane between panting and holding his breath. I didn’t hesitate to drag a finger, featherlight, up the underside of his length, feeling every spongy barb and gathering the slick, but Voh-ack jolted, grunting through his teeth as if I’d wounded him.

I flinched, tugging back my hand. “Hurt?” I asked, remembering Voh-ack using that same word earlier.

Voh-ack’s eyes were sealed shut, but after a hard swallow, he opened them and shook his head. “No.”

I studied the way his chest bobbed with deep inhales, his thighs trembling under my hands. His claws were buried in the furs, his nostrils flaring as if he was so turned on that he had to restrain himself.

I grinned.

Not so arrogant now, huh?

Leaning back in, I used my tongue, licking a broad stripe from root to tip. We groaned in unison, Voh-ack’s hips kicking upward, chasing the sensation as I swallowed his pre-cum like it was juice. The taste wasn’t musky or salty as I’d expected, but honey-sweet, and I barely gave myself the chance to savor it before dipping back in for more.I sucked the head into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks, and Voh-ack was clearly either a blowie-virgin, or he was extra sensitive, because the way his body twitched and the urgency of the low, continuous growl rumbling in his throat made it seem like he was already on the brink of coming.

I wouldn’t lie, it had me feeling like a sex god.

His dick pulsed as I lapped up every drop of his slick, but a tug on my hair had me popping off. “What’s?—”

“Not right,” he cut in, and I stiffened instinctively.

Did he mean I was doing it wrong? Or that the act itself was wrong? Before I blew up and told him to fuck off and suck his own damn monster dick, I took in his expression. He didn’t seem to be protesting the act entirely—in fact, he looked pretty pained at having to stop—but there was obviously something he needed to correct. It was as if he was trying to coach me, but I just didn’t know why. My ego would probably take a beating, but I needed to know.

For future reference.

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