Page 13 of Chosen By the Alien
My legs tremble. My hand lands in his hair before I know what I’m doing. His texture is strange, fine, silky, but it feels good under my fingers.
“…Yeah,” I rasp. “Yeah. You can.”
He leans in and kisses the head of my cock. Just once. A soft, reverent kiss that sends a full-body shiver through me. Then he parts his lips and slowly takes me into his mouth.
Fuck.
His mouth ishot.Wet. His tongue flicks under the head like he’s studying me, learning what makes me twitch. He draws in an inch, then another, his lips gliding along my shaft with obscene ease. That slickness from earlier is still on me, coating me, and it lets him move effortlessly. The heat of his mouth is unreal. I groan, fingers tightening in his hair.
He hums around me. That sound, deep and resonant, vibrates through my cock, making my knees buckle. I brace myself on the edge of the table behind me. “Tahl, shit, fuck…”
He sucks deeper, taking more of me into that beautiful alien mouth. His throat flexes, adjusting to my shape, his lips stretching. And god, the way he moves, so controlled, so fuckingfocused, like this is all he wants in the universe right now. To taste me. To please me.
I look down and see his hand between his own legs. He’s palming himself, grinding into his own hand while his mouth works my cock.
He’sgetting offon this.
My head tips back. The pleasure is too much, raw and rising fast. I pant, hips twitching forward. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me steady. His tongue swirls. He sucks. And I…
“Stop,” I choke out.
He pulls off instantly, looking up, worried. “Did I?”
I shake my head, breathless. “No. Fuck. No. If you keep going…” I swallow. “I won’t be able to stop.”
He rises slowly, face flushed, mouth glistening with saliva. His lips are swollen. His eyes are wild with want.
“I do not want you to stop,” he says.
I grab his face and kiss him hard.
I taste myself on his tongue, and it should be weird—it should make me pull away—but instead I moan. The kiss turns feverish. Teeth. Tongue. Desperation.
Our hands fumble at each other’s clothes. I tug at his waistband, curious now, needing to see. He lets me.
When I pull his cock free, I pause.
It’s not human. I mean,obviouslynot. But it’s not monstrous either. It’s slightly longer, slightly thicker, a deep violet hue. Faint ridges run along the sides, pulsing. And it’s wet. Not just at the tip, his whole dick glistens with that natural slick. It drips steadily, leaving trails on his thighs.
I stroke him once. He gasps, jerking forward into my hand.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” he moans. “Touch me more.”
I do. I wrap my fingers around him and pump slowly, watching the way his mouth falls open, his body shuddering. The slick helps. My hand glides easily over him, drawing more of that viscous fluid out. He thrusts into my grip, rutting helplessly.
“I want to fuck you,” he whispers. “I want to beinsideyou.”
I freeze. My heart slams against my ribs.
His eyes widen. “Not now. Not unless you are ready. I would never…”
“I’m not…” I pant, overwhelmed. “I don’t know if I can.”
He steps closer, wraps his arms around me. Our cocks slide against each other again, wet and hot and throbbing. He rolls his hips, grinding them together. I moan. My stomach clenches. The friction, the heat, the slickness. It’s too much.
“I will wait,” he says. “I will wait as long as you need.”
