Chapter 26

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

VYA

He tasted like vanilla chai. Sweet and spicy, and I couldn't get enough. Especially when he dug his fingers into my hair and started massaging my scalp.

I ran my tongue around his top cock, savoring his flavor before gently sucking again. Each time I did, there was more to drink. It didn't shoot out like when he squeezed himself. I had to use a decent amount of suction, like using a small straw, but it was never-ending. And I didn't mind. It tasted better than the oatmeal.

The more I drank, though, the more I throbbed between my legs. The orgasm he'd given me had been amazing. But I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. He could bend me over, take me against the wall, let me ride him...I didn't care which so long as I could feel him inside of me.

Releasing his cock with one last pull, I looked up at him.

His expression, as he released his hold on my hair, reflected the hunger I felt. He petted my head and growled something I couldn't understand but really wished I could.

Standing, I closed my hand around his length and squeezed that growing bulge so a shot of his delicious come hit me in the hip.

"Make me feel pretty, Khorahn."

He growled roughly, and his hand replaced mine. I turned as he retreated a step and glanced over my shoulder as he liberally peppered my backside.

His fingers felt good on my skin, feeding my need to be touched by him and my hunger for more with each circular pass of his palm. When he coated his hand again and slipped between my cheeks, I groaned and bent forward a bit. His arm circled around my shoulders to support me, and I shivered when the pad of his finger circled what had recently been invaded.

I didn't know what was going on with me, but I was so desperate for the same pressure there—from him, not his machine—that I clutched his forearm and arched into his touch.

He growled again. It wasn't the same measured low and slow cadence he'd used before. He didn't sound angry by any means. More like praising. Or maybe that was just my horny imagination.

To my disappointment, he removed his hand and continued down my legs.

When he turned me, my pout only lasted until he was rubbing my breasts. And when he passed by my folds, I knew exactly what I wanted to do.

Eager, I waited for him to reach my feet then tugged on his hand to lead him to the bench. I could hear the humor in his broken growl as I pushed him back to sit and climbed into his lap, facing him. He stroked a finger over my cheek and welcomed my brief kiss that I used as a distraction to move closer.

His hands gripped my hips, stopping me.

"Touch me here," I said, catching his wrist when he would have reached between us.

Needing more than another clit-rub, I brought his hand to my breast and got him to play with my nipple again. The way he lightly pinched and pulled sent zings straight to my core, and I loved it.

Once he was busy, I gripped his swollen length and aligned myself.

He said something but didn't stop me from lowering myself onto his length. The feel of his tip penetrating me brought a groan to my lips.

"You feel so good," I said, setting a hand on his shoulder and hooking my feet back over his thighs so I had leverage.

Slowly, I worked more of him into me. The bulge stretched me and fought to breach my passage, but once it was in, it felt like heaven. I cautiously pressed down until our hips connected.

"This," I breathed. "I needed this."

I started to move, rotating my hips and moving up and down until I found all the right angles. My core clenched, and I felt something hit inside of me. With my eyes rolling back, my breath caught as I repeated the clench and got the same result. The impact of his shot short-circuited my thinking beyond one simple need.

More.

I started to ride him hard, clenching my core for the stimulation while grinding my clit into him. My pulse thundered in my ears. His fingers twitched against my hips. His teeth scraped my shoulder. My breast. He suckled me hard there, sending me over the edge.

Each pulse of my orgasm triggered another shot, which triggered another pulse.

It just kept going.

Even after I couldn't hold myself up anymore. Even after I could feel the wetness of his continuous release between us. I just kept coming.

Light flashed in my peripheral, and darkness closed in rapidly.

I passed out with a smile.

The lights were low in the bedroom when I woke up alone. Everything felt heavy like I was hung over. But nothing hurt. I felt great. Relaxed. At least until I stretched. Wetness gushed from between my legs. My core twitched, and my clit started to throb like crazy.

I sat up and looked down, wondering if I'd gotten my period. My thighs glistened with an iridescent shine. Considering how many times he'd shot into me, it made sense that I was still full of it.

The need for another orgasm was a little odd, though.

Before I could take care of it myself, the door slid open. The sight of Khorahn set my heart racing. I eye-molested him as he crossed the space, grateful that he hadn't put any clothes on again. I wondered briefly if it was due to his leg wound, which didn't seem to be bothering him, but then dismissed the idea. He'd ditched the clothes before going planet-side to be a worm-killing ninja.

He sat on the bed, and I saw the way his eyes drifted over me.

"Hi," I breathed.

He growled something and stroked a finger over my cheek. That simple touch hit me hard in the libido. I wanted to ride him like a pony again. The only thing that stopped me was the intensity of the impulse. I could barely breathe through my horniness.

"Khorhan, I think something might be wrong with me." I wasn't afraid like I should have been about it. "I'm not feeling the things I know I should be feeling."

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me close. It increased my need to rub against him. Rather than give in to it like I'd been doing, I leaned back and met his gaze. He was looking right at me. After our days together, I could see the differences in his expression. The way his gaze swept my face and dipped to my mouth.

If I had to guess, he wanted to kiss me. But he didn't make any move to do it.

When I leaned back farther, he gave me the room.

Testing to see he truly was doing what I wanted, I took his hand in mine and stood. He followed me from the room, and I heard his chuckle. It made my core clench, and my mind immediately went back to how he'd feasted on me in his jewelry room. We definitely couldn't go there if I wanted to resist what was riding me.

I veered down the hallway, trying to remember all the rooms we'd visited. I didn't want to go to the one with all the monitors or the clinic. Where was the one with the plants? Gardening seemed non-sexy enough.

He said something a few times as I wandered and then scooped me up into his arms.

"Wait," I said as he strode forward, stroking my thigh.

My insides clenched, and I struggled to breathe again.

"I wanted to look at the plants," I said weakly even as my gaze zeroed in on his mouth.

The hiss of a door opening distracted me enough to tear my gaze away from the temptation and look at the overhead lights illuminating the vast space.

"Yes. This is it," I said, excited.

He set me down, and I quickly went over to inspect the empty dirt beds. Not that they had much to look at. A few plants I didn't recognize and a lot of greyish-brown dirt.

"This looks different," I said, crouching down to touch the soil. It wasn't dry but felt like dry sand, more so than dirt.

I moved to the plants, inspecting them like they were the most interesting thing in the room when, in truth, I could barely focus on them. All I wanted to do was turn around, push Khorahn to the floor, and have my way with him. Again and again.

Although the idea didn't trigger any emotional concern, I was still logically concerned. I'd never been this obsessed with a guy ever. Or this needy for an orgasm. So what was wrong with me? Was it being naked in space? The air? The irresistibleness of the hot alien who just lightly ran a finger down the length of my spine as I bent over to examine the plant?

My mind ran through scenarios as I touched a leaf. It withered, curling in on itself. Shocked, I looked at Khorahn.

"Did I just kill it?"

He went over to a shelf on the wall by the entrance and removed a spiraled bottle that was filled with multi-colored fog. When he sprayed it on the plant, it slowly came back to life.

"Wow." I waved my hand at the rest of the plants. "Are they all like that?"

I honestly didn't care, but he gave me the distraction I needed as we walked around the room and he did his best to educate me on what to do with the plants by example.

Did it end my horniness? No. Every time he wasn't looking at me, I was eye-groping him. He just had so much I wanted to look at.

When my stomach growled, he didn't listen to my protests that I wanted to stay in the garden. He picked me up and carried me to the kitchen. I hopped up onto the counter and let him give me something to drink as we waited for my food, but I balked at going to the table.

"No," I said firmly. "You need to eat something too this time." I pointed to the food dispenser then his leg. "You're not going to get better."

When he smiled slightly, I marched over to the food dispenser and poked at it then at him to make my point.

He chuckled and reached out to touch some buttons. I stole my bowl from him and tipped it back as his food started dispensing. It was half gone by the time he wrestled it out of my grip.

The way he was looking at me was almost laughable, like he couldn't decide what to make of my behavior.

"You've been taking care of me this whole time. It's my turn."

I tugged my bowl back from him and reached for his, too, as I nodded my head toward the table.

"Go sit."

He seemed to understand because he surrendered both bowls and took a seat. Rather than sitting on his lap, though, I drained my bowl, set it aside, and then sat on the table so I faced him.

I didn't know why I thought spoon-feeding him would be safer than sitting on his lap. But he quickly showed me why that had been a delusional hope when he gripped my thighs and opened my legs so he could move closer, making it easier for him to reach the spoon.

The contact seared me. My fingers trembled as I fed him.

He said something between bites, but I had no clue what. The whispered stroke of his fingers over my thighs became the center of my focus. I didn't even register when I fed him the last bite.

He removed the bowl from my hand, picked me up, and carried me to the shower room. I knew my thin hold on restraint would snap then.

My clit throbbed in time with my pulse.

What was wrong with me?