Page 30 of My Alien Bughead
She doesn’t take the wrench. “Seriously? That’s the lamest excuse I’ve ever heard. You wanna try again, buddy?”
Gritting my teeth, I contemplate smashing the wrench overherhead for a change. Why does she have to be so, so… UGH! “I came here because, well… You know.” She cocks her brow. Dammit, she’s really going to make me say it. “I came to say I’m sorry, alright?! I acted like an idiot so I came to apologize. There. You have it. Happy now?!”
At some point during my half-assed apology I stepped in closer to Lucía and now my hands are resting against the tunnel wall by her head, caging her in. Lucía’s breathing quickens, her pupils dilating as she stares at me, but I don’t sense fear from her. I sense a lot of things but fear isn’t one of them.
She licks at her lips and my cock twitches.
“Am I happy? Hmm…” She catches her bottom lip between her teeth, biting on it so hard I’m surprised there’s no blood. “No. I’m not happy. If you’re going to apologize, you’ll have to do it properly.”
Frustrated, I groan and vacillate between kissing the maddening woman and strangling her. How can one little creature be so infuriating? “Fine. What would you have me do? Get on my knees before you?”
Lucía’s breath catches and, I’m not sure if I imagined it, but I think I heard her moan. My blood swiftly transitions from my head to my genitals, leaving my brain bereft.
“That’s not a bad idea,” she rasps. My ahni draw closer, titillated by the subtle changes in the electromagnetic field her body begins generating. Changes that feel almost…needy. “Or, you could just show me your cock.”
“Huh?” To say I’m surprised is a wild understatement. “Did you just say you want to see my cock?” I double check for any potential ulterior meanings of the word with my translation nodes but come up empty for anything that makes sense, except Lucía wanting to see a male bird I own or… “My p-penis?” I stutter out.
“Yes. Your cock. Penis. Dick. Rod. Shaft. Member. Sausage.” She smirks. “Whatever you call that miraculous tool between your legs.”
My mind stills as even more blood drains to my already erect cock. Sausage? Who the fuck calls it that? More importantly, did Lucía just say my cock was miraculous? “Why?”
“I wanna see it.”
Did I just get transported out of our current hell into some alternative form of heaven? I don’t believe in either but what else could this be? Or is Lucía simply making fun of me in order to torment and humiliate me in retaliation for every mean thing I’ve said to her? That sounds more likely. I must be insane because even knowing that, I still want to show her my cock.
“Fuck…” I breathe out as I unzip the FrenCorp coveralls I stole from someone’s locker to disguise myself as I stalked Lucía. I’m a despicable being, yet, I don’t seem to care.
Shoving the coveralls down to my ankles, I pull my cock out of my underwear before she changes her mind. It lunges forward, standing at attention like a soldier on parade, ready for the general’s perusal. And peruse Lucía does.
I wince as she reaches for her tool belt but instead of hitting me with something heavy, or cutting my cock off like she’d threatened to do before, she merely turns on her flashlight. A breathy moan escapes her as she leans forward to get a closer look.
The tip of my cock lifts in a vain attempt to reach for her but I manage to keep myself steady otherwise. It’s a gargantuan effort,given the fact that all I want is to grab Lucía and rut her against the fucking wall.
“Wow,” she whispers, tilting her head slightly to examine the underside of my cock with her heated gaze. Using the muscles all males of my species possess inside their cocks, I move it upwards to let her see better. She inhales sharply. “This is amazing.”
I think I died on that train and now I’m in the afterlife. That must be it, because there’s no other explanation for why Lucía would be staring at my cock in awe.
Leaning back against the wall, I’m not sure if my trembling legs will support me much longer. My eyes roll back in my head as Lucía moves in so close I can feel her hot breath against my cock. Even though my fingers are cut to shit, I dig them into the wall to stop myself from grabbing onto her. I might not understand what she’s doing or why, but I’m sure she wouldn’t like me interrupting.
“You’re perfect,” she says. To my cock, not me, because we both know I’m anything but perfect. She glances up at me and the sight of her face right next to my straining cock is enough to send drops of pre-cum rolling down my length. “Can I touch it?”
I open my mouth but no sound comes out. She wants to touch me? What alternative dimension did I fall into?
Chapter 19
Lucía
D’Aakh says nothing, juststares at me in disbelief. The moment stretches on long enough for me to realize what I’m doing and reel back, mortified.
Did I just tell him I’ll only accept his apology if he shows me his cock? Isn’t that like textbook sexual harassment?¡Dios mío!Am I the sexual predator here?
“Fuck, sorry,” I mutter, grateful that the layer of dust on my cheeks hides my furious blush. “I’m not… I didn’t… I shouldn’t…”
As I blabber, I realize I’m still crouched down by his feet. Talking to his cock. Oh my god, could this get any more awkward?
I try to stand up but D’Aakh’s hand darts forward and grabs my shoulder. “Don’t,” he says, his voice so strained I barely understand what he’s saying. There are deep gouges on the wall where his hands were before, as if he dug into the rock to stop himself from reaching for me.
Looking up at the male, his face is drawn so tight he could be in pain but his ahni are glowing bright red, like when he kissed me before. Right before his expression changed to one of absolute disgust. He doesn’t look disgusted now, though. No, he looks like he’s barely holding himself together.
