I already doubted that something that size would fit inside me. Clearly it would be a problem if it got even larger or thicker.
He laughed. “So we’re at a standstill? You can’t stop being embarrassed by my arousal, and I can’t stop being aroused by your embarrassment. Who is stronger, Airlock, who can end the cycle? It’s your exile on the line, shouldn’t that motivate you to stop blushing?”
The evil grin never left his face, and as painfully attracted as I was to hisanatomy, his personality was really starting to piss me off.
“It’s going to take me two or three minutes to get the inner door open,” I stammered, still not managing to pull my eyes away from his cock for more than a second or two, “you won’t be able to see my face while I do that.”
“Do you wonder why your technology doesn’t work around us, human?”
“Why?” I asked. I was tired of playing his games. Maybe if I was direct with him, he’d return the favor and just tell me instead of making me guess.
“Our truest form is a technology beyond your comprehension, and as a result we have full mastery over any primitive technologies.”
“So you’re intentionally shutting down my HUD and my airlock?”
“No,” he said, “my higher form, which is part of what we call the Hive Mind, does that as a precautionary measure. I have no control over it, though I can manually seize control of the airlock, if I so choose.”
He wasraising an eyebrowat me now. It was the most human-looking expression, but his maleness was so alien to me that I couldn’t fully read what it meant. It had to be sexual. Every thing this man did was oozing sexuality, so why not this too?
“Is that…a threat?” I asked.
If I truly thought he was a threat, I was supposed to blow him out of the airlock to protect the rest of the crew. That was part of my job as Airlock Eve. I didn’t really think he was a threat though. Well, not the kind of threat that kills you. Just one that gets you exiled.
He shook his head. “Your crew expects you back in three minutes, but I can open the door at the last minute in ten seconds. We have two minutes and 50 seconds together to break your High Command’s rules. What do you say, little human?”
My jaw was hanging open, and as shocked as I was, my engineer brain had suddenly fired into overdrive, doing the math for how much of my suit I could get off and back on in two minutes and fifty seconds, and how much time I’d have to do whatever it was a woman could do with a man before I had to start putting the suit back on.
He laughed at me. “Tell me what you want to do with me, Airlock.”
I was already pulling at my gloves. I could get each glove off in about ten seconds, though it might take fifteen seconds to get them back on. It would be nice to touch him with both hands, but I’d rather touch him with one hand for an extra 25 seconds.”
Suddenly and without warning, both gloves hissed and fell right off my suit, thunking against the hard floor of the airlock. My visor hissed next, and it was Thuliak who removed the visor.
He waved both hands in a “parting the seas” type motion, and suddenly the entire rest of the suit split in two and flew away from my body, leaving me in just my thermal leggings and top.
He lowered the fingers on each hand, and the suit halves—which were floating in midair—floated slowly downward and gently touched the floor.
His naked body stepped toward me. “I can do nothing for those clothes but rip them off with my bare hands.”
Goddess did I want him to do just that, but I wouldn’t be able to explain that away.
Our eyes locked. Kiss. Kissing. Another whispered thing. Some women kissed each other, though it was forbidden. I’d tried it once or twice. Once when I was too young, and again when I was old enough. It never felt right to me, though I knew there were women who regularly kissed in secret, or even did things that the orgasm therapists did to you, but they did it toeach other.
I wanted to kiss this alien man, and without even ever having kissed a man, Iknewit would feel right. I knew it would feel right in all the ways that kissing a woman had felt wrong to me.
I leaned in toward him.
“Normally,” he said, “I’d take it slow, Airlock, but we have so little time.”
He grabbed hold of me. His hand was so big it gripped the entirety of my waist, and when he used those big hard muscles to pull me up against him, it was so brutal and forceful, but then he cradled me by the small of my back, and it was so gentle and warm despite his strength.
I just stared into his teal eyes, framed by those razor-sharp cheekbones, and waited for him to do what he wanted with me. The kisses I’d done with women had in no way prepared me for this. They couldn’t be compared.
He was assertive and decisive, and he did something with his hand on my back that dipped me down, and suddenly his lips were crashing down against mine.
We pressed them together, and I parted my lips. His tongue slid into my mouth with a raw and intense hunger, and incredible smells and tastes sung through my entire body. This is what men tasted like, and now that I’d tasted, I was tainted. The weight of that realization should have crushed me down and stopped me from doing what I was doing, but I decided to not even think about it until I had my suit back on.
Instead, I sucked on his tongue. I ran my tongue tentatively back against his. It was like our tongues were fighting, but they fought only to make each other feel good. He growled as he kissed me. It was a low, deep sound from his throat, and his hand grabbed my wrist as he growled louder.