Page 54 of Whoops-A-Mate From Outer Space
Part of me still wanted to take him right there, but I understood his logic. I doubted I’d want to stop once we got started.
He took my wrist again and led me from the room. We were almost to the door leading outside when I stopped him.
“We should go to your room,” I stated.
“Why?” he asked, turning to me with a confused expression.
“I want to be inside you, but I don’t have lube. Your people came here hoping for mates, though, so it’ll probably be easier to find.”
He blinked at me several times. “What is lube?”
“It’s… you know… so nobody gets hurt when…”
He cocked his head to the side, then understanding crossed his face. He leaned in to brush his lips over mine. “It is not a concern.”
“What do you mean?”
He smiled. “Our bodies handle that.”
I let out a single laugh. “You mean I can fuck you as many times as I like, and I don’t have to worry about running out of lube?”
He slid one hand down my chest and cupped my clothed erection. “Yes. And I cannot wait.”
I groaned and pulled him in for a kiss. “Let’s go.”
We linked hands as Eashai pushed open the door, revealing the guest building where my room was a short distance away.
We didn’t sprint across the grass, even as much as I wanted to. We tried jogging for a few seconds, but I quickly found that uncomfortable with my hard-on. So we settled on a brisk walk.
The air conditioning made me shiver as we got inside, but I was already glad for it. We’d both be hot and sweaty soon enough, and it would feel good later.
The door to my room had barely latched when I pushed Eashai against the wall and kissed him again. His hands roamed my chest, and he started unbuttoning my shirt.
The way his fingers traced across my skin was exquisite, and the way he ground against me was maddening.
“May I touch you?” he asked between kisses.
“God, yes.”
He fumbled with my fly for a few seconds, then pushed down both my jeans and boxers in one smooth motion.
My brain short-circuited as he wrapped his hand around my cock, and I let out a long moan as he started stroking.
“Eashai…” I breathed.
He took advantage of my being distracted to push off from the wall and steer us toward the bed. He stopped beside it and slid my shirt off my shoulders. There was a soft whump as the fabric hit the floor, then he hooked his thumbs in my waistband and knelt, drawing my pants and boxers to my ankles as he moved.
A gentle tap on my thigh made it clear that he wanted me to sit. As soon as I was off my feet, he removed my shoes, pants,and boxers. Then he kissed up my legs—which I spread for him—until he reached my balls, which he gently sucked until I was moaning and almost unable to stay sitting up from how good it felt.
Part of me wanted to protest when he pulled back without touching my cock. But the sound died on my lips when I noticed him tugging on his shirt as he stood.
I’d already seen his chest when we were at the beach on Lyll. But it was different this time as he tossed aside his shirt, and I was able to appreciate it with a fresh perspective. I wanted to run my fingers through the hair covering it, see how the skin darkened, and to what hue, when he had a flush of pleasure.
Eashai threw aside the shirt and started fumbling with his belt, but seemed to struggle a bit. So I hooked my thumbs through the belt loops on his jeans and pulled him closer so I could remove them for him.
“I never asked,” I murmured as the belt came loose and I worked on his fly. “Why do you wear jeans here and not those loose pants like you did on Lyll?”
He chuckled as I drew the zipper down. “When I first arrived, I liked to explore off the trails. Weeds and underbrush kept catching and tearing my pants. Somebody suggested I try jeans instead. While they are not as comfortable, I find them more suited to life here.”
