Chapter 8 Grogen

Grogen couldn’t sleep, not with Abby pressed right up against his body. She’d fallen asleep huddling close to him for warmth, and it was everything he could do to keep control of his primal urges, especially when she was giving him plenty of hints that she wouldn’t reject him. If anything, she’d signaled clearly that she was interested.

But she’d also had some Rhean spirits, and he wasn’t sure how much of it was just the alcohol talking. So he’d held back. It would be better in the morning when she was sober. He didn’t want her to regret anything.

She’d appeared a little disappointed that he did not take things further, but she’d had a tough day and sleep came easily for her, so he had plenty of time to study her in repose. He couldn’t believe that he had once thought human features strange: too soft, too rounded. Now, he thought they were just right, especially on her.

She snored softly as she slept. It was unbelievably cute.

He struggled to tamp down his anger when he thought over the conversation with her father. He had known plenty of males like that, and they were invariably bad news. He was glad that Abby was smart enough to recognize it and had gotten herself out of danger.

He also knew, however, that there was currently a housing shortage. The colony was growing faster than it could build. He should know—he’d fixed plenty of vehicles for males who’d come to the colony on construction contracts.

That small voice in his head insisted again that she could stay with him. But that was rushing things. They’d shared all of one kiss; it wasn’t like she was his mate or anything, even though he could see himself forming a mate bond with her very easily if he wasn’t careful. That could be disastrous—who knew, she might regret asking him to join the celebrations with her when she woke tomorrow.

She murmured something unintelligible in her sleep and tossed a leg over him. It brushed over his crotch before she wrapped it around his thigh. She was using him as a body pillow.

Stars! This was torture. It was now almost morning, and while she’d gotten hours of sleep, he’d had none. He had to do something about this. He’d need energy to clear out the snow once the storm ended.

He took his hard cock in his hand and closed his eyes, letting Abby’s delicious scent fill his lungs. With every stroke, he imagined pumping into her. Imagined her screaming and writhing as he wrung pleasure from her again and again. He’d explore every inch of her, inside and out, and he wouldn’t stop until they were both so satisfied that they couldn’t move.

Pressure started to build at the base of his spine, and he bent his head to bury his nose into her hair, nuzzling the top of her head. He was so close. Just a little more.

The power chose that moment to return, turning on every light in the garage, and causing the alarm system to let out two loud, extended beeps. Abby sprung up with a gasp, looking dazed, but as soon as she realized it was just the power coming back on, she relaxed. Her eyes landed on his face briefly, then drifted down to the cock in his hands.

Grogen froze, mid-pump.

She blinked several times, then her jaw dropped. “Oh…my…”

“I couldn’t sleep, and…” The excuse died on his tongue as the intoxicating scent of her lust filled the transport.

“Can I…help?”Her voice was low and husky.

“Fuck, yes.” His reply was no more than a growl.

She reached for him and he groaned. She needed both hands to wrap around him, and he loved how big he looked in her hands. What would his cock look like disappearing into her sweet little cunt?

Lust poured off her in waves was she stroked him, threatening to pull him under the currents. She licked her lips.

“One second,” she said, taking a hand off him to search for the bottle of water they’d had the foresight to bring in with them before bedding down for the night.

After a quick sip, she grinned, leaned in, and licked the single drop of precum off the tip. Then she covered the thick mushroom-shaped head with her mouth, humming. He was thick, and her mouth was small. She wasn’t able to take all of him, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. She bobbed on his cock enthusiastically, and any lingering doubts that she wanted him disappeared completely.

He slipped his fingers into her tangled hair and guided her up and down his cock.

Fuck! The wet sounds of her mouth as she slid over him were so fucking sexy. He could imagine himself pummelling into her depths. It was going to end too quickly if he wasn’t careful.

Releasing her hair, he grabbed her hips and lifted her up and over so that she straddled his face. It was only fair that he tasted her too, if she was tasting him.

“Wait! I didn’t use a cleansing unit today.”

“I don’t fucking care. You smell delicious.” He frowned at the scrap of fabric that was in his way. Gripping it tightly, he ripped it from her body with a snarl and tossed it aside. Another surge of desire poured from her.

She was so wet for him, absolutely dripping with honey, and he didn’t waste a second spearing his tongue into her welcoming warmth. She moaned, and her hands tightened at the base of his cock. Still thrusting into her, he searched with his thumb for the tiny nub that gave human females pleasure.

He knew he had found it when she inhaled sharply, and her hips jerked away.

“Be good and stay on my face,” he admonished, giving her full bottom a soft slap that echoed in the transport.

He secured an arm around her hips so he could feast on her, even though it made it difficult for her to reach his cock due to their massive height difference. He didn’t mind; he could finish later. Right now, he had only one goal: to have his little human receptionist coming all over his face.