Page 3 of The Rebel and the Rogue

I liked that. A lot. But I knew he was holding back, could turn me and take me against the door at any moment. Knew that I wanted him to take me, make me wild, give me no choice but to let go and give in to the pleasure.

But I would never admit that, not to a dominant, bossy male alien like him. Because if I did, he’d want to own me. So I would give him the green light, get his cock inside me, and hope like hell he was as wild as he looked.

Our hands went to our clothes at the same time. It was as if we’d both reached the tipping point of need and neither of us wanted to pretend for another moment

Shutting out the world, my mission, my past, everything but this moment, this little sliver of time, I focused on him until he was all I saw. All I wanted. And we still hadn’t gotten to the good stuff.

My shirt went flying. His boot bounced off the wall where he kicked it. Pants dropped. We were both bare within seconds, everything we wore like a yard sale around us. There was only a locked door between us and the full canteen. The knowledge of that, the rush that someone might discover us, made this all the hotter.

The air was cool on my heated skin. When his gaze raked down my body, taking in every inch, I shivered. I wasn’t perfect. I had every feminine doubt Earth’s culture bred into women. I wasn’t a supermodel, not before the accident and definitely not after. I had a scar running down my neck and half my spine. A big scar, one giant among dozens of smaller battle wounds I’d earned the hard way. A ReGen pod could heal a lot, but not if it took too long to get in one. Not after the body had begun to heal itself. Even after ten hours in a pod, my scars remained, and I waited for him to notice the marks visible on my thighs, abdomen and shoulders, waited for some kind of reaction.

He stared at me all right, but his gaze flickered past my scars like they weren’t there. Instead he focused on all the right parts and in a very appreciative way. For him I was tall enough, but my boobs were too big, my hips wide. My ass… well, my ass was glorious. It was my vanity.

The way he licked his lips, it seemed he liked a whole lot more of me than my ass.

And him? Holy fuck. He was like Michelangelo’s David combined with huge alien hunk. Slabs of muscle. Shoulders as wide as Texas. Narrowed waist. Slim hips. That V thingy that made my mouth water. And between that V… porn stars would bow down to this cock.

It wasn’t so huge the size scared me, because who wanted to be fucked with a lead pipe? But it was big. Stretch me open and maybe hurt just a little, big. My pussy clenched in anticipation of this masterpiece before me. Thick enough he would open me up, rub over every hot spot I had and probably discover some I never knew were in there. Long, but not so long as to break me. I’d take him all, barely.

I liked the idea. A lot.

“I want you inside me now,” I said.

He shook his head as he slowly approached, his cock bobbing hard and erect before him. It aimed, pointed at me as if it knew I was its next conquest.

“No.”

No? Fuck, yes. I shivered. His denial made a bolt of electricity run through my flesh.

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Ivy

He was naked, stalking me, and he said no?

“Now, female, I lick that pussy until you scream.”

Oh. I retreated, leaned back against the door once again. With that one step, triumph flared in his eyes. He’d declared the dominance here. But when he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs wide with his hands on the insides of my thighs, I didn’t care.

“You are scarred,” he commented as his palms felt the blemished flesh. His gaze raked over the pink and white tracks, remnants of my personal nightmares.

“So?” I asked defensively. Good thing he hadn’t seen my back. If he didn’t like what he saw, then he could just fuck himself.

“So where I come from, they are a sign of bravery. Of life experienced. Of honor.”

He looked up at me from his position on his knees.

I had no idea what to say to that, for it was completely not what I was expecting. I didn’t want to like this guy; I just wanted to fuck him.

“You talk too much. Less talk, more licking,” I ordered.

No woman breathing would say no to this guy eating her out. I might be brazen, but I wasn’t stupid. And I wasn’t into self-denial, either.

I wanted those lips on me. I wanted that tongue. Those hands. The long fingers. I didn’t want praise.

I shouted when he gave me all those things at once. A long slide of his tongue up my slit. Hands on my ass tugging me closer. Fingers tightening on my hips so I’d know I wasn’t allowed to move, that he had no intention of letting me go until I came all over his face.

His mouth settled over my clit, sucked, his tongue working magic. My eyes fell closed, but he lifted his head to say, “So greedy.”

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