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Rex lapped more gently as he guided me through that first peak, but he was relentless when he picked up the pace only moments after the last tremble subsided. This time, a thick finger circled my opening in time with his licks, hampered by the way I had instinctively clenched my thighs around his head. The digit pierced my core and then, helped by each sway of the hammock, started to fuck into me.
I could hear the lewd sounds we made together, his finger pressing deeper into my core with every wet, suckling noise. I heard the rustle of clothing, too. The distinct sound of a zipper as Rex freed his cock. Was he going to fuck me? My belly clenched around his finger at the thought, my second orgasm suddenly right there. I came hard, shouting his name, pleasure spiraling through me like molten lava in my veins.
I sagged against the hammock when the last pleasure faded, and Rex eased the lapping of his tongue against my clit. He did not free his finger from my tight clasp but raised his head to look at me from between my legs, a grin stretched across his handsome face. Then, he lowered his eyes back to my core and swirled his finger gently before withdrawing it.
All this time, two hands had held the hammock steady. Now, he used his wet hand to press my thigh wider. Looking his fill, his eyes on my spread folds, I heard, rather than saw, how he worked his cock while watching me. It made me moan, and I bitmy lip to hold back the sound; he was jerking off while looking at my wet core. His glowing eyes made it very clear this was the hottest thing he’d ever watched, that he was focused completely on me.
Curling up, I pressed my elbows into the hammock for stability and caught a glimpse of his cock as he worked it. I swallowed roughly at the sight, a hint of relief mixing with the disappointment that he wasn’t going to fuck me right now. That was a really big cock, which was no surprise, but it was much thicker than my wrist. Probably the biggest erection I’d ever laid eyes on, real or through a screen.
A dark red; the head was flushed so dark it looked black, while tendrils clung to his hand each time he reached his hips. Not pubes, though there were very thin, but moving, mobile strands like a sea anemone or something. I was suddenly, vividly picturing what it would feel like if he rubbed me with those mobile tendrils through my folds. Could he stroke my clit with them while he fucked me?
Rex came silently, his seed jerking from his cock in thick ropes that splashed onto the wooden floor. His head was thrown back on a mute roar, which he followed by canting forward and burying his mouth and nose against my folds. Surprised, I shouted, but that sound tapered into a moan when he licked me, and I found that I had another orgasm left for him. It was too hot a moment not to let the passion carry me away.
My alien chef was on his knees for me, worshiping me with his mouth and his hands, rubbing his cock as ropes of seed spilled onto the floor beneath me, unable to restrain himself from having another taste. When I fell back in a shuddering,trembling heap, Rex kept licking until he’d caught every last drop of my desire with his tongue.
Through heavy eyes, I watched him as he finally rose to his feet, his leather pants still around his hips, his cock jutting fiercely from the open front. He rubbed the back of his hand over his shiny mouth with a satisfied look, which morphed into tenderness when he lifted my legs and gently rolled me into a more comfortable position in the hammock. He pulled a blanket over me to protect me from the cold, then moved away, and I felt the first hint of worry. What was next? This changed everything between us, and I wanted it to be in good ways, but what did I really know about his species? His customs?
I shuddered with repressed emotions, mostly insecurity, and uncertainty, when he returned from the bathing area with a cleaning cloth. He lifted the blanket and wiped it gently over my legs, then moved me when I held still until he could swipe it through my folds. I didn’t know if I liked that or thought it was embarrassing; he certainly seemed matter-of-fact about it. Once soiled, he used the cloth to clean his mess off the floor.
The tender look was still there when he raised his eyes from his chore to meet mine. I clung to the blankets, wrapping myself in them as I watched what he’d do next. This was when I desperately wished that I could understand his sign language. I wanted very badly to ask him what would happen next—if he’d cuddle with me or back away, if this meant we were now dating, or if this was casual for him.
I didn’t expect him to open one of the pouches hanging from his belt and pull out a sweet-smelling pastry. The sort of horrified look on his face was cute and funny when he discovered oursteamy activities had caused it to be crushed. It was filled with fruit, flaky red dough, and yellow cream. I was sure it was still tasty, even if it looked all smushed. “Did you bring that for me?” I asked, my voice hoarse. Of course it was—Rex always brought snacks home to feed me. I would have to watch my waistline if he kept this up.
He nodded, his mood spots going from a muddy brown back to yellow. “Thank you,” I said, smiling. “I’m sure it will still taste good.” Just so he wouldn’t feel like I was upset about it, I took the tasty morsel and ate it in a few bites. I didn’t regret it; that tasted divine.
Once I was done, Rex was turning down the light, and I discovered that he’d shucked his pants. That was definitely new, and he seemed completely unashamed about being naked while I was a little uncomfortable being pants-less beneath the blankets.
His eyes locked with mine, his head tilting as he considered me for long seconds, and my heart started to race at that look. This was going to be the moment of truth. Would he crawl into that hammock with me? Did we even fit in it together? Or was he going to withdraw? I wasn’t even sure if I knew what I wanted. Things were moving fast, and now that the passion had been sated, my rational brain was offering all kinds of reasons why this was a stupid idea. I would have to return to Ker at some point, the only safe place for humans.
In the dark, I couldn’t fully admire how competent Rex was at handling a hammock. He definitely wasn’t backing away or creating space between us. His body slid around me as he settled into the swaying bed, arms curling to cradle me close, his hipspressing against my thighs, one leg sliding between mine. Okay, I could do that. That was good—warm. It was safe because Rex would always protect me. That was a fact. I had no trouble falling asleep, even though my mind whirled with all kinds of thoughts. Mostly, I kept thinking that I wanted to stay with him. Forever.
Chapter 13
Kara
I couldn’t stop blushing that morning. Every time Rex looked my way, the damned heat would steal across my face and make me feel like I was on fire. Then Rex would smile, this sexy, satisfied smirk, and my blood would heat for very different reasons. He liked it when I blushed; it would make his spots turn pink, which I now knew definitely meant arousal.
When I woke up, it was to find myself sprawled on top of Rex’s rock-hard body. Early morning light, still lacking Ov’Korad’s fierce heat, streaked across my face. His arms were tangled around me, and his cock was hard as stone against my belly, slickness leaking from the tip through the shirt I still wore. It had been such a warm, cozy, and perfect moment, especially when Rex had offered me a lazy, tender smile. I’d given in to some very base instincts, shimmied down his body, and taken his cock into my mouth.
That’s why I kept blushing now; I couldn’t forget that surprised look on his face, followed by instant desire. Or his taste, and the way his thick erection had felt in my hands and between my lips. He hadn’t let me get out of that hammock without reciprocating either, laving my clit and piercing my core with multiple fingers, stretching me. I’d lost count of how many times I’d come before he finally let me up so I could shower on very wobbly legs. I was pretty sure that when he signed at me as I stepped into the bathroom, he was saying he could join me if I wanted.
Then he’d gone andcarriedme back to the bar from his home, making me feel like a pampered princess. With four arms, it was a piece of cake for him to carry me on his back like I was a little monkey or a baby possum, like the ones I’d sometimes see in my parents’ backyard. I was grateful that Drova had not been there to see us arrive, or that he never bothered to stick his head into Rex’s domain if he could help it. If he had, he’d have noticed the change between us.
Like how my sweet, alien chef kept stroking my skin with casual touches. How he’d caught me and pinned me against a counter at least twice to kiss me with a laugh. Or those damn blushes that kept turning him on whenever our eyes met.
This new development made me even more certain that I had to go through with my dangerous and possibly stupid plan to secure the perma-contacts. I wanted very badly to know all the things that Rex signed at me. I was starting to think he was a dirty talker and that he took delight in saying things to me when he knew I couldn’t understand.
By the time the bar opened, I felt frizzled but glowy, like an odd combination of nerves and all floaty from how amazing things between Rex and me were right now. If I could live here safely, which was starting to feel like a possibility, I wanted to stay, and that felt huge. Ker was safe, but the Human Compound also felt like a prison. I wasn’t allowed to leave the fenced-in area for my own protection, and I didn’t have anything to occupy my time. The basics were provided for, and that was it.
But I’d asked Rex to inform the Kertinillian authorities that I was here so they could come rescue me. Would they even let me stay if that’s what I wanted? I wasn’t sure. They were very bossyand curt, even if they did keep us safe without getting anything in return. The more I thought about it, the more I knew it would be a mistake to return to Ker. Fast as it was, I couldn’t picture myself anywhere but beside Rex. Maybe that was the first beginning of love; maybe it was just the safety and the pleasure he offered. It didn’t matter. I wanted to stay.
That didn’t mean I was ready for it when Drova approached me that evening with a curt nod, his skullish face pulled into a wide, macabre grin. “He’s here,” he said, and I struggled to comprehend what he meant. When the old Asrai nodded to a patron sitting at one of the tables by himself, a small metal box in front of him, I understood. The guy with the perma-contacts. The one I was supposed to sleep with in exchange for the precious commodity.
My stomach dropped, all the warm, fuzzy feelings gone in a flash. If Rex knew about this, he would be so furious; I knew it. But I didn’t want everything between us to be charity—I wanted to fix things myself, to have some autonomy over my choices. I had no choices on Ker except things like whether I wanted alien tea or alien coffee. I couldn’t even pick the colors of my socks; everything was gray or white. Here, I got what Rex provided me, which waseverythingI asked for, but that felt unbalanced. I wanted to be his partner.
Drova’s shrewd eyes saw far too much when he looked at me, his mouth curling into the sly smile I was starting to detest. He was up to no good— a sneaky, slimy snake. I had a feeling that if I started to back out now, he was going to try to make me pay in other ways. I had a plan, I reminded myself. I could do this. Drova would never know, neither would that guy, and they both deserved to get swindled.
Plastering on a fake smile to hide my nerves, I nodded. “Thank you. I will make him a drink. Where should we go?” This was a bar, after all; it didn’t have rooms for rent, just an apartment on the top floor that Drova lived in. Apparently, the old Asrai was perfectly fine with using that space for business like this. From the dismissive way he told me to take the back stairs, I had a feeling it wasn’t the first time he’d sent customers that way.
