Page 34 of Bela's Bounty
“Treto,” Rovos leans forward, pulling me from my thoughts, “I want you to wait for us.”
“How long?”
Rovos and Igid exchange looks. “Two rotations. At the most.”
So much could happen in two rotations. Bela could be given to another customer. A male who might hurt her. A male who would expect to be serviced.
I don’t realize that I’m clutching the arm of my seat until my claws pop through the thin layer of metal. Or that my lips have peeled back from my teeth and a growl rumbles from deep in my throat.
“I understand, my friend,” Rovos says to me, and I believe him. “But you could do far worse to your female by going in unprepared.”
He’s right. Iknowhe’s right. “I’ll… try.”
Rovos nods once and then whispers something to Igid, who also nods.
“We’re setting the hyper drive at full power,” he tells me. “We’ll be there as soon as possible.”
After the screen goes dark, I sit there staring into it for a long while. How am I going to wait? Already my fingers ache to touch her again. My feet want to run back to her. My hands itch to take the controls and turn the shuttle around.
Instead I force myself from my seat and start pacing the small cabin.
I don’t even have a solid plan. Before I go rushing in, I need to figure out what I’m going to do once I get there. Except I can’tthink, because my mind is preoccupied withher.
Bela… I pause in my pacing as I recall the way she looked standing before me. Her strange-colored eyes were wide and searching, framed with long, dark lashes. She had small dots of pigment scattered across her nose and cheeks. Her nose was much more pronounced than my own, with a slight upward slope at the tip, but that looks very attractive on her. I recall the way it brushed across my cheek when she kissed me. Thinking of her kiss has me remembering the pillowy softness of her lips. Her hot, slick tongue. Her taste.
I groan, falling against the wall of the shuttle and cupping the pouch between my legs.
It’s been so long since anyone, or anything, aroused me. Just the memory of Bela’s lips pressed to mine has my fingers fumbling for the front closure of my pants. I pull them apart just in time for my dual cocks to extrude into my hand.
“Kurva,” I breathe as I take a cock in each hand and begin a slow stroke, moving my fists up and down the thick shafts. My head falls back against the wall, and my eyes slide shut.
I’ve been hard and aching since nearly fucking Bela back at Lux, so I imagine it’s Bela’s hands on me now, and my throat bobs when I swallow a grunt. Behind my eyelids I see her on her knees, looking up at me with those honey and smoke-colored eyes. Her lips are flushed pink and parted as she works her hands up and down. Her equally pink tongue darts out, tasting her bottom lip, focusing on my cocks.
My heart speeds up when her eyes flick to mine and her smiles tugs at those luscious lips, a taunting smile that promises naughty things just before she takes one cock into her mouth. The feeling of her warm lips closing around my sensitive head has another groan rippling up from my chest. The swirl of her little tongue around my glans stops my breath altogether.
“Kurva,” I grunt when she starts a rhythm, alternating bobbing with her head and fist, while using her other hand to stroke my second cock from root to tip.
“Yes, mysors.I’m so close.”
She switches between my cocks, bathing both of them with her tongue and working me until I’m whimpering for her. My hips rock against her mouth and hands until my balls draw up tight, and I melt against the wall as my orgasm ripples up my shafts.
“Yes,” I groan, filling her mouth with the first spurt of my seed. “Drain me. Let me paint you with what you can’t take.”
And I do just that. Spurt after spurt hits her chest and neck, saturating her in my scent while she swallows what my other cock is giving her.
She’s breathing heavily, her chest pumping up and down when she leans back on her heels. Before I can think, I’ve dropped to my knees in front of her, where I press her back to the floor and bury my nose between her thighs, where her scent is the strongest.
I’m not sure what she might look like there, since so many alien women are different. So I don’t focus on that. Instead I close my eyes and imagine she’d taste like her scent, heady and sweet on my tongue.
Pulling her legs apart, I drape one over my shoulder and work at her with my lips and tongue until she’s panting. Her fingers slide across my skull and cup the back of my head, urging me faster, deeper,harder.
When she comes, it’s the sweetest sound my ears have ever heard, and her taste when she floods my mouth—heaven.
My hips are pumping furiously into my fists, and it’s her name that’s torn from my throat when I come, lashing my seed across the shuttle until I’m utterly wrung dry.
My knees tremble, and then I slide to the floor. My breath saws in and out of my lungs as my cocks grow limp.
How am I going to wait to rescue my female?
