Page 14 of Chosen By the Alien
I bury my face in his neck. “Don’t stop grinding.”
We move together, slower now, hips rolling in rhythm. His hands are on my ass, pulling me closer, pressing our cocks together until I can’t tell where he ends and I begin. It’s messy. Wet. Desperate.
We’re panting into each other’s mouths, whispering each other’s names, and when I finally come, I come hard, gasping his name as my cock pulses between us, soaking both our stomachs. He follows right after, shuddering against me, grinding through it with a low groan that sounds like a prayer.
We collapse together. Sticky. Shaking. My pants half off. The smell of sex heavy in the air.
He kisses my forehead.
I don’t push him away.
I just breathe.
And let myself feel it.
Chapter 6
I lie back on the mattress, my skin still buzzing from the world-rocking orgasm I just had, heart racing like I ran here. Tahl hovers above me, his golden eyes searching mine, calm and steady even though I know he must feel what I’m feeling too. That rush, that terrifying high, the edge of something we can’t undo.
His hand slides down my chest, not to start anything, not yet. It’s just there. Gentle, grounding. Like he’s reminding me I’m here. That he is too.
“I’ve never…” I say. “I’ve never done this. I don’t know if I can.”
Tahl leans in. His breath ghosts against my cheek, then lower. His lips graze my collarbone, soft and reverent. Then further, lower, until he’s kissing down my stomach, trailing worship along the lines of me I’ve never let anyone see like this. Not a man. Not like this.
“You do not need to know,” he murmurs against the inside of my thigh. “I will guide you.”
His mouth presses into the sensitive skin there and I shiver, half from nerves, half from the raw heat pulsing through me. My legs fall wider, a slow, silent surrender.
I nod. I don’t say it, but I mean it. Yes.
He rises, eyes locked on mine. “Then trust me.”
I do.
Tahl moves with care. He pulls my jeans all the way down with a slowness that makes my skin burn. My cock’s already half-hard again, shamefully eager even though my whole body trembles with the unknown. He sees it all. Doesn’t look away. Doesn’t smirk or make a joke. He just watches me like I’m something sacred.
“You are beautiful,” he says, fingers brushing my hip. “Do not be afraid.”
I let him take the lead. I have to. My hands are shaking too much to do anything else.
He undresses me, piece by piece. My shirt. My underwear. Everything gone until I’m bare on the sheets, breathing shallow and trying not to bolt. But then his hands are back—warm, soothing—one on my chest, the other sliding behind my knee, lifting my leg and pressing a kiss just above the bend. I can’t look at him. It’s too much. But I don’t stop him either.
He shoves his pants the rest of the way down with quiet grace, baring himself completely. Tall, broad-shouldered, smooth golden skin that seems to catch and hold the light, muscles tight and sculpted like something carved to be worshiped. My gaze drags lower, gods, that cock. Long, ridged, slick with a bead of liquid glistening at the tip.
I freeze, eyes wide when I realize. “That’s not… going to fit.”
He kneels between my legs and strokes the base of it, then lets the slick drip over his fingers. “It will,” he says. “Slowly. With care.”
I nod again. My voice won’t work. My whole body feels like it’s about to crack open.
He starts with a kiss. Deep, slow, tongue sliding over mine until I melt back into the bed. His fingers trace the inside of my thighs, then press against me. Just there. Testing. Waiting.
He adds more slick from his cock, drizzles it over his fingers before sliding them down again. The first touch against my hole makes me jolt. He whispers into my neck, calming me with his breath, and tries again. Slower.
One finger slides in, and I hiss through my teeth. It’s not pain exactly. Just... strange. Full. I clench around him without meaning to, but he waits. Doesn’t push.
“You are doing well. Let your body open.”
