Page 17 of Breedable Boys from Outer Space
Then he sighed, licked the seam of my lips, and it somehow got better.
I moaned as his tongue slipped into my mouth. It was firm but gentle as he explored. Then it was my turn. I slid my hands down, hooked my thumbs through the belt loops on his pants, and pulled him into my lap so that he was straddling me. One arm circled his waist while the other hand returned to his head and I fisted his soft brown hair as I plunged my tongue into his mouth to taste his sweetness.
Lumi whimpered into the kiss, then rolled his hips, pressing an erection against my middle.
My cock hardened as an intense wave of possessiveness mixed with desire washed over me. Lumi was mine—my man, my mate. And I needed.
I needed to hear him panting as I pleasured him, breathe in his aroused aroma, feel the heat of his skin as I overwhelmed him, taste his release, and watch his face as I made him come over and over.
Lumi broke the kiss with a gasp, dragging air into his lungs as I kissed his jaw and down to his neck. I stopped on his pulse point, sucking and nipping as I felt his heartbeat against my lips.
“Avery,” he moaned softly.
“What do you want?” I asked, lips still against his neck
“Anything… everything.”
“Ok.”
I shifted, guiding his arms so that he looped them around my neck. Then I started unbuttoning his shirt, even as he continued to grind against me.
“Are jeans and button-up shirts common on your world?” I asked.
“We discussed…” a moan as I trailed my mouth down to suck one of his taut purple nipples, “wearing metallic…” another moan, “outfits like in your old science-fiction entertainment…” a whimper, “but decided you would be more comfortable like this.”
I chuckled at the thought of them all walking in wearing cheesy sci-fi costumes.
I finished with his buttons and slid my hands underneath the fabric, feeling his soft skin against my fingertips. His muscles weren’t as defined as mine, but they were there, trembling with his desire.
“What do you normally wear?” I asked before pulling the other nipple into my mouth.
He gasped. “So-something similar to what you call linen.” He took several panting breaths. “Soft and breathable. Loose.” He groaned as he rolled his hips, his erection digging into my middle.
That cock of his was driving me crazy with how hard it was. But I knew the perfect way to tame it until I could get inside him. I slid one hand around his waist, the other back up to his hair. I held him as I trailed kisses back up his neck, then reclaimed his mouth.
Lumi—my beautiful Lumi—practically melted as his lips parted, welcoming me in. Then, once he was soft and pliable in my arms, I used my leverage to turn him, laying him down on the couch with me hovering over him.
“I want to suck you,” I growled as I trailed kisses down his front. “Please let me suck you.”
“Yes,” he begged.
I popped the button on his fly, drew the zipper down, then hooked my fingers into the waistband and tugged.
Lumi’s purple cock sprang free, and I groaned. It was smaller than I’d expected—barely long enough to trigger my gag reflex—but that meant that it was perfect for sucking. Then I realized that something was missing. “Fuck, you went commando.”
“I… I am not a soldier,” he replied.
I started laughing, tugging his pants lower and running my nose through the patch of hair at the base of his cock. “It’s slang,” I murmured, kissing his shaft. “It means you didn’t wear underwear.”
“Soldier means no underwear?” he asked, perplexed.
I laughed again and kissed the tip of his pretty purple cock, noting the darker shade of the head. “No. Soldier means soldier. Commando is either an elite soldier, or a slang term for wearing clothes but no underwear.”
“Say it again?”
“Commando.”
“Co…man…do…” he said, and I could tell that he was trying to make out the word without the help of his translator.
