Page 56 of Crash Landing
“And, we all evolved differently with our environments. As you say, we are the same but different.”
“People of Earth say God created us in his image.”
I slid my fist back down his shaft to the two nodes at the base of his cock and watched Saleuk’s jaw tense. He let out a throaty groan and then chuckled in warning as if what I was doing would get me in trouble. I smiled slyly at him and stroked him again, taking as much pleasure in touching him as I did in touching myself.
“Sam,” he whispered gruffly.
“Yes?”
“Only yesterday you were telling me you were afraid. Is this what you want?”
“I’m afraid of other things. Not of touching you.”
“You are afraid to mate with me.”
“Mating isn’t what we call it on Earth. We call it having sex. Sleeping together.” I took a breath as I stroked him again, brushing my thumb over the pearl of pre-cum at the tip of his cock. “Sometimes we call it making love, but that’s…” I pumped my fist again, delighting in the soft moan he gave me. “For special occasions.”
Saleuk’s eyes fluttered closed and I felt a zap of desire flood through me. I wanted to make him come. The heat between my legs pulsed with every stroke of my hand. When I couldn’t take the teasing anymore, I rolled Saleuk onto his back. He was so compliant in that state and I enjoyed the power. Tugging his pants down so I no longer had the fabric to contend with, Iwatched his cock spring free, firm and ridged and pulsing with need.
“Ahh, Sam,” he groaned, his chest rising and falling with shuddering breaths.
I watched my hand stroke his length, feeling the slight curve of his shaft. The slightly thicker center and the ridges that ran beneath it. And every time my hand slid down to his nodes, he trembled. I had him at the end of a single thread and I enjoyed the suspense so much it was making me wet. Hungry. I leaned over him, licking over his hard chest and biting lightly on his shoulder. The bite did him in. He bucked into my hand and then slid his grip over mine, squeezing. A flurry of valerian words spilled out of him just before a thick stream of his seed spewed from the tip of his cock and onto his stomach. His feral groan sent erotic chills through me that settled deep in my chest.
“Sjek, Sam,” he panted, becoming boneless under my touch.
I slid my hand from his shaft and smiled victoriously, resting my chin on his chest. Pushing his hand under his head, he looked down at me, his eyes heavy with satisfaction.
“So,” he said, catching his breath. “You are afraid to make love to me.”
The smile flattened on my lips and I sat up, turning to leave the room. “Maybe.”
“Where are you going?”
“To get my clothes on. You said we should leave soon.”
“I have time to—”
“It’s ok,” I said, conjuring a fake smile.
I was so good at them.
I retreated to get into my clothes, including my jumpsuit and boots, but with the humidity, I just tied the sleeves of the jumpsuit around my hips instead of putting them on fully. Even if they were made to help regulate temperatures, I didn’t like the idea of swimming in my own sweat.
I heard Saleuk in my doorway just as I was putting my bag on my back. He was fully dressed in his thermosuit. That damned black suit hugged him like his own skin and it did nothing to calm my desire for him. I swallowed and straightened my shoulders.
“Ready?”
He seemed displeased by the flat look on his face, but I was too nervous to address it.
“I’ve filled our canteens with clean water,” he said. “And we still have some of the roots, but we should not need any of them. We’ll be off this moon very soon. It’s all just precaution.”
“Right,” I nodded, skirting past him to head downstairs.
Just like he said, his canteen as well as mine were sitting full on the table. I picked one up and slid it into my backpack along with two of the little roots. My giant one sat lonely on the table, too large and heavy for me to want to bring it. Finally, I pulled out one of my protein bars and unwrapped it, eating it so fast I hardly tasted it. Saleuk took the other canteen and the comlink he’d been working on and headed for the exit.
“Too bad we don’t have a way to tell what the weather will be like,” I said. “It would be nice to know.”
“Smells like rain.”
