Page 45 of Secretly Abducted
He grins and moves toward the pool, settling into the warm water with a satisfied sigh. The pool is shallow enough that he can recline comfortably, water lapping at his waist. I join him, sitting close but not touching, my whole body humming with nervous energy.
"You know what I thought about last night?" he asks, one hand already trailing down his chest. "After our kiss?"
I shake my head, unable to form words.
"I thought about your mouth. How you kissed me like you were starving for it." His hand moves lower, over his abdomen. "Thought about those little sounds you made when I deepened it. The way your whole body lit up."
His hand slips beneath his waistband, and I can see the outline of him gripping himself through the wet fabric. My own arousal pulses in response.
"Then I thought about today," he continues, his voice getting rougher. "How you felt in my hand. The way you bit your lip to keep quiet. The way your colors went wild when you came."
He pushes his pants down enough to free himself, and I can't help but stare. He's fully hard, larger than I expected, comfortable with being exposed. His hand moves slowly, teasingly, and he watches my face the entire time.
"This is what you do to me," he says. "Make me so hard I can't think straight. Had to stop myself from touching you a dozen times today."
"Why did you stop?" I manage to ask.
"Because when we finally do this properly, I want you desperate for it." His hand speeds up slightly. "Want you thinking about it constantly. Want you to choose it, not just fall into it."
I shift closer, my own arousal straining against my pants. "I already think about it constantly."
"Yeah? What do you think about?"
The question catches me off guard. But his openness, his comfort with his own desire, makes me brave.
"I think about your hands," I admit. "How you knew exactly how to touch me. How you'd know where else to touch, how to take me apart completely."
"Fuck, Vel." His hand moves faster. "What else?"
"I think about your experience. All the things you've learned, the people you've been with." My bioluminescence pulses with purple-gold. "I wonder what you could teach me."
"Everything," he says immediately. "Want to teach you everything. Want to learn everything about you. What makes you light up gold, what makes you moan, what makes you beg."
I make a sound I've never made before—needy and desperate. Without thinking, my hand moves to my own cock, palming myself through my pants.
"That's it," Alex encourages. "Touch yourself. Let me see you."
I untie my pants with shaking fingers, pushing them down just enough. The cool air makes me gasp, but then my hand is wrapped around myself and all I can focus on is the heat in Alex's eyes as he watches me.
"You're beautiful," he says, his own hand moving in steady strokes. "The way you glow when you're turned on. Like your own private light show."
We find a rhythm, watching each other, and that spark between us pulses stronger with each stroke. I can feel echoes of his pleasure mixing with mine, creating a feedback loop that makes everything more intense.
"I can feel you," I gasp. "Through the connection."
"Me too. It's incredible." He shifts closer, our legs touching under the water. "Can feel how good this is for you. How new. How much you want."
"I want everything," I admit, the words spilling out. "Want to know what it feels like when you're inside me. Want to know what sounds you make when you come. Want to learn how to make you feel as good as you made me feel today."
"Vel'aan." His voice is wrecked. "You can't just say things like that."
"Why not? You do."
"Because I'm about to—" He groans, his hand moving faster. "Fuck, the way you're looking at me."
"How am I looking at you?"
"Like you want to devour me. Like you're memorizing everything for later." His hips push up into his hand. "Like you're imagining all the things we could do."
