Sophia

SOPHIA

I had standards, despite being a dancer. Male beings always thought they could make me do whatever they wanted with a simple compliment or pick-up line. The charade got old after a while.

With Makar, I found myself falling for his words. It wasn't just what he said, but it was how he said it. His confidence was so attractive, but still, I wanted to hold myself back.

Teasing him was fun.

And the feeling that it was safe to tease him was even sexier.

I warred with myself while we swayed against the counter. My body craved him, not only because of his physical characteristics that drove me wild, but also because of the innocent task he wanted me to help with. Out of all the requests I thought I would have received as a dancer, cooking was never one of them.

But if I give in, he might think less of me.

The thought shocked me. Why did I care if he thought less of me? He was a Vinduthi. I had seen his kind at the club. They were predators, and they knew it.

I pulled away from his arms around me and tried to get out of his way so he could get to the sink. He placed both his hands on either side of me, trapping me in front of him. His smile was devious, and I could tell he had sinister plans for me from how he looked at me.

Not plans that would have hurt me, though. Even though, a part of me hoped it might hurt a little.

"Going somewhere?"

My eyes fell to his lips, and I stammered. "W-We have to get the rolling pins, and um, put the tin foil away, and…"

He leaned in, towering over me while he gazed over my face. "Does all that have to be done right now?"

"Well, I just thought…"

He grabbed my arms. "Let me tell you what I think." The dominance made me drip. I felt the fluids seep through my panties while I held my breath. "I think there's a gorgeous dancer in my kitchen who has caught my attention." He ran his fingers up my arm and made me shiver. "I think there's more than one way for us to spend our time together." He grinned as his lips barely brushed against mine. "And I think you have the same idea as I do."

"What if I do?" I replied quietly, like I couldn't gather enough breath to get the words out.

"Then you are exactly…" his hand snuck around my waist to my ass, "what I hoped you were."

My hands glided up his chest, feeling his skin between the buttons on his shirt. "And what's that?"

"A woman who wants to give in to her desires." His hand moved around my hips to the front of my pants. "A woman who wants to be pleasured." His face moved around mine to whisper in my ear again. "But doesn't think anyone can do it right." His hand reached down between my legs, and I sighed, throwing my head back slowly while I enjoyed his touch. "Let me show you I can do it right."

Apparently, my body was easier than I thought.

I ground against his hand, and he pressed harder onto me. His cock was already hard, and I grinned slightly. The feeling of power it gave me, knowing I turned him on by barely doing anything, gave me a rush.

What gave me even more of a shock was how much he turned me on.

No being had ever touched me like that. Makar exuded such confidence and sureness that he could give me exactly what I wanted, and he had only known me for a few hours.

It was like he took mental notes of my needs and saved them for the perfect moment to execute. When his fingers dipped into the waist of my pants, I gasped and looked at him. What happened next was what surprised me the most.

He kissed me.

Deeply, passionately.

Like it meant something to him.

His fingers rolled over my clit and I moaned beneath his lips.

I want him to take me for his own.

My pride and logic fell to the side when he picked me up and put me on the counter. When his lips moved to my neck, and he nibbled on my bare skin, I exhaled. I barely contained myself.

His saliva felt so good, like a cold breeze that made me shiver.

What shocked me more was how much foreplay he put in before taking off my clothes. Every kiss meant something, each time he looked into my eyes, it felt like he saw me, not my body, and he wasn't only concerned with getting himself off. He wanted to get me off.

"Makar," I said between heavy breaths.

"Yes?" he whispered on my collarbone.

"Take my clothes off."

He leaned up and grinned before tipping my chin up to meet his eyes. "You're not the one in control here."

The comment rattled me.

I liked having the feeling of control. At the club, there were rules. I could smack someone if I needed to because they got a little too handsy or said something far too inappropriate.

Submission wasn't my forte, but for him, I could make an exception.

"Yes, sir."

"Since you asked so nicely, I can oblige." His lips brushed mine again, and my heart rate quickened. "Don't let this make you think you have any power."

I nodded with wide eyes. I couldn't go against him. He was right. I was powerless and, for once, liked the feeling.

He slid off my pants, and I stayed on the counter, propping myself up in the flour spread all over it. He parted my legs and ran his fingers through my juices while I moaned.

"You like that?"

I smiled. "Yes."

"Do you want more?"

"Yes." My eyes opened, and I looked at him. "I mean, yes, sir."

"Very good," he replied before kissing me and shoving his fingers deep inside me.

I gasped. Vinduthi were much larger than humans, but I didn't know how much that applied to their fingers. Even when I sucked the frosting off his earlier, I hadn't put two and two together until then.

My mouth stayed open while he thrust upward with them, hitting my spots perfectly. He really did know what I wanted, and I wasn't about to tell him to stop.

It wasn't just his species or size that made it as intense as it was, though. It was the way he used himself to reach every part of me that craved pleasure. Not just any Vinduthi could have done that.

I pulled back from our kiss slightly and looked into his eyes. They were a piercing emerald green, and they shined in the reflections of the lights beneath the cabinets behind me, the color dancing down his cheek with the twisted sigils that marked the left side of his body.

I took my hands off the counter and placed them on the back of his head gently, barely brushing the base of his horns, and his fingers slowed their motions.

For a moment, he looked just as entranced by me as I was by him. It was like time stopped, and suddenly we were the only two beings in the entirety of Thodos III. Everything else could have faded away, the station could have been evacuated for an emergency, or there could have been a crater hurling at us. I wouldn't have noticed any of it. He had all of me, even my mind, something I told myself I would never give to a man-especially, not an alien.

I kissed him and pulled him close. His hand left my opening, and he unbuckled his pants. I stuck my tongue into his mouth and tasted him. His saliva almost made my mouth tingle.

It was like little drops of pure ecstasy were placed on my tongue in any place he licked. My mouth absorbed them readily like my body had waited for that moment my entire life and didn't even know it.

His pants hit the floor, and I ripped off his shirt. Buttons went flying everywhere, and I heard a small ‘ting.' I wondered what piece of baking equipment one of them had hit, but I would deal with that later.

His chest was large and barreled while his waistline sank inward, revealing abs that looked like they had been carved into an ancient statue. If he was a statue somewhere, I probably would have gotten on my knees and worshiped him all the same. He was too precious not to admire like a God, which surprised me.

Why was I feeling this way?

I'd never wanted anyone so bad.

Then I noticed his cock. At first glance, not too different from a human man. If you ignored the size of him. Larger. Thicker. A thick vein pulsing down the length, the gray slightly lighter in color than the rest of his skin.

But then there were the soft, flexing flanges running down in rows from the broad triangular head. I swallowed hard.

Would that even fit? And if it did, what would it feel like inside of me?

He stroked himself while kissing me passionately like he knew he would never see me again and wanted to make the moment count.

I only hoped that wasn't true because whatever that connection was, I wanted more. He could have had an addictive substance on his tongue for all I knew, and I was fine with turning into an addict for it.

"Please," I whimpered against his lips.

He looked into my eyes, and I expected a sly dominant response. Instead, he brushed my hair over my shoulder gently and kissed my cheek. That act of kindness sent more adrenaline through my veins than anything else.

"Please, what?"

There it was. The dominance I craved.

I was so flustered from the sweet kiss, I had to struggle for an answer. In a roleplay, I would have said, "Give it to me, sir," or something like that.

Being here with him, starstruck by his mix of alpha behavior and empathy, I couldn't speak.

He just smiled and kissed me on the lips before running the thick head of his cock back and forth through my pussy lips, the sensation causing me to pant even harder.

"Makar," I groaned as he pushed, driving himself into my tight channel, bit by bit.

At first, I held onto his shoulders lightly and angled myself toward the edge of the counter. My eyes caught a glimpse of the drops of water still on my hands falling around his neck.

Then, he entered me fully and my vision almost went blank from the shock. I screamed, not caring who was nearby. The euphoria was too much to contain. His hands gripped my hips while he thrust into me slowly and deeply.

I expected him to fuck me.

That's all alien males seemed to want to do with human women.

Something quick and meaningless, just getting their pleasure before casting us aside.

But this was something different.

Our eyes locked, the heat in his gaze drawing another moan from my lips.

His own groans told me of his struggle, every rough breath against my skin making me wilder.

The strange shape of his cock hit nerves I never knew I had, as his fingers curled into my thighs.

"Makar," I panted again. "I'm going to, going to…"

And that's as far as I made it before the world shattered around me, his hands holding me fast as I shook in his embrace, my cries echoing from the kitchen walls.

For a moment, he only watched me, hunger and desire warring in his face, then his thrusts hit harder, deeper, as my orgasm kept washing over me.

He leaned over, kissing my neck again, then his gentle lips gave way to tiny nips, the grazing of his teeth against my skin pushing me over the edge again, making me clutch his arms, his body the only solid thing in my world.

"Sophia!" he roared, putting his arms around my back and pressing my body as he unbelievably, impossibly, grew harder, thicker inside me.

His muscles tensed, and I felt him throb inside me when he came, groaning onto my neck, his warm breath against it making me shiver again. My breathing slowed as my vision returned to my other surroundings.

We're in the kitchen.

It's a mess.

The cupcakes.

We have to frost them.