Page 50 of Invasive Species
“Warm and silky, just as they described,” he declares, voice shaking even though his hands are steady, and he starts to rock his palm back and forth. A rumble starts in his chest, radiating out so he's vibrating ever so slightly.
“Are you purring?” I ask.
It stops immediately. “No,” he says quickly, almost snapping.
“It's okay if you are?—”
“The aliens in the documents don't purr,” he says firmly, like that's it, subject closed.
I put my hand over his. “That's okay, because I want to fuckyou,not them.”
And wow, how his eyes light up at that, going a hot Disney villain supernatural green.
He continues rocking, pressing, studying my face like the intense scientist he is, and oh, fuck me, pressing his fingers like that is a surefire way to get me off.
Heat flashes up my body and I'm shaking, shuddering, so suddenly on the edge. I moan, whimper and hiss, babbling, “Oh Gara, oh Gara,” over and over and over like a broken record.
It’s like he’s telepathic, the way he hones in on what makes me feel the best, pulling me up to the peak so quickly, and I’m coming apart underneath him, all from him and his heavy touch.
He watches, calculating, those heated eyes tracking my every twitch and twist. He leans in to capture my left nipple between his firm lips as he presses his fist against my dripping pussy, other hand scooping up my right breast, thumb strumming my nipple. I’ve never had a more coordinated guy.
“Gara… Gara,” I jibber, and it feels so good, pleasure cascading up my spine. My shirt is drenched and pressed against the canvas behind, probably making a good impression as I quiver.
Then the edge comes up and I crest the wave, tipping over the edge.
“Gara!” I cry out, and he’s there, holding me tight, paint and all, cradling me against his chest.
“Have I hurt you? What’s wrong?” he barks.
I can’t speak for a second, stars dancing across my eyes. “Nothing… wrong. Made me come in, like… thirty seconds.”
He stills, hand still cupping my sex. “Did I do it right? Do I please you?”
I chuckle weakly. “Guy makes me blow up in nanoseconds… yes, I am very pleased with you.”
I wriggle into his lap where alien secrets beg to be uncovered. He doesn’t seem to know what to do next, but I’ve always got a few ideas. “You’ve got paint all over you now, so you’ll have to take your pants off.”
He glances down. “They are not marked… oh,” he says as he gets it. Gara is perfect to banter with, a mix of innocent and eager, yet also wary and sharp.
“You want me to… unleash the beast, my prize?” he purrs in my ear.
Hearing some of my favorite phrases from Planet of the Pirate Prince makes me smile, but these aren’t his own words. What would he tell me if he hadn’t read alien porn?
I’ll find out later. Right now, I’ll ride this wave, and him.
“Your prize definitely wants to be filled with your cock,” I reassure him, and his scales all strobe into a paroxysm of color: lime green, ocean blue, royal red, lavender purple, all flashing from his jaw down his bulky shoulders and across his huge chest.
But first, a girl's gotta be prepared. “I’ve got a condom in my pants pocket.”
“Con…Dom.” His face blanks for a second, probably as the unfamiliar word gets put through a million filters by the mini bots in his brain.
“It goes over your equipment and prevents pregnancy,” I supply.
“How?”
“By, uh, intercepting any emissions.”
His face brightens. “I have see-nulg. That does the same thing.”
