I was leaving in seventy hours. I could go for it. It was like the old saying, What happens in space, stays in space.
His pants parted and I curled my fingers around the top and tugged, working his pants down, but the material was caught. On his cock. Carefully, I worked his clothing past the thick bulge and when his long, hard cock was free of the confines, it bounced out. Yes, bounced. It was stiff and long and pointed upward, directly at me.
“Wow.”
Yeah, it wasn’t the most intelligent thing to say, but when there was an incredible cock right there and it was hard just for me. My mind went blank. I took in the ruddy color of it, a few shades darker than the rest of him. There was a pulsing vein that ran up the length of it, showing off the inches and inches of thick dick. God, my thoughts sounded like a porn flick, but this cock?
Wow.
The head was broad, like a fireman’s hat. The flared ridge made me clench my inner walls, knowing it would slide and rub over every needy nerve ending in my pussy.
Kiel’s hands were at his sides, but I saw his fingers curl into fists as if he was holding back from touching me. I saw a drop of pre-cum ooze from the narrow slit at the tip and I licked my lips. I flicked a glance up at Kiel, saw the heat and anticipation in his eyes. He was waiting to see what I’d do.
He was the one exposed. I was still fully dressed, allowing me to make a choice about what happened. Yes, he wanted to fuck me. And he probably would even if he had to coax me slowly into it. But that wasn’t going to be necessary.
Hell, no.
I looked to his cock again and then dropped to my knees, the pulsing flesh inches from my face. His growl of need was replaced by a roar of pleasure when my tongue flicked out and I licked up that drop of fluid.
I’d read some romance novels, some pretty kinky ones at that, and I’d been wet and hot afterwards. I’d pulled out my vibrator and made myself come, fantasizing about the hero.
I’d thought that was arousal. No, that hadn’t been anything. Tepid interest at best. This, with Kiel? It was like an inferno. The longer I was with him, the more eager I became. Needy. Desperate. Frantic for him.
I wouldn’t be on my knees learning his taste otherwise. I didn’t jump to a blow job. That wasn’t me. I liked to kiss a man on his mouth before I would even consider giving a good blow job. But with Kiel? All rules were gone. There was no playbook for this. I was driven by desire. And I wanted him to tremble at my touch. I wanted to conquer him. I wanted him so mad with lust, so desperate for me that he threw me down on that bed and fucked me until I begged for mercy.
With my right hand, I gripped the base of his cock, my fingers not closing around it completely. Would that fit in me? Could I take something so broad? So long? So damn hard?
I’d worry about that later. Now I wanted to feel him on my tongue, to have more of his flavor—salty and almost tart. More fluid came and I collected it all as his hand rested gently on top of my head. When I began to lick the crown like an ice cream cone, his fingers curled, tightened.
When I parted my lips, opened wide and took him into my mouth, he tugged on my hair. He groaned and my own sounds of pleasure caused by the slightly painful pull on my hair was lost.
My free hand went to his thigh for balance, my palm on his uniform pants and my fingers resting on his bare skin, the springy hair there awakening my senses further.
I couldn’t take all of him. I wasn’t a porn star, although I doubted they’d be able to do it either. He was just too…much. And so I worked him as I could moving so I took him as deep as I could into my mouth, then back, my fist sliding and twisting up and down to hopefully soothe all of him.
“Lindsey.” The word was a bark, rough and guttural and it made goosebumps rise on my skin.
His fingers tugged, pulling me off of him completely. I looked up at him through my lashes. “You want me to stop?”
Eyes widening, he almost looked mad. “Gods, no. But I’m going to come within seconds like an untried youth. While I’d love to fuck your sweet mouth, I am far from done and I want to come deep in your pussy.”
This was how women became pregnant. Thank god for the Depo shot my ob-gyn gave me last month. No babies for me. The shot would prevent a pregnancy, which meant I could just enjoy the moment. I loved my son, but he was all I could handle right now, alone and struggling to take care of him.
But Kiel? This heat? This was for me. For the first time in years, I was going to take something for myself.
And I wanted this gorgeous hunk of a warrior.
No regrets. No mistakes. Being with Kiel was too powerful, too perfect for regrets. There was no doubt to his virility. His balls were large and hung heavily between his strong thighs. I was prepared to lay back and let him fuck me right now, just from the taste of him on my tongue, the carnal words he uttered.
I wasn’t thinking about anything but having him inside me, stretching me open, filling me up. I was reckless, wild. Uninhibited.
I had Wyatt to go home to, but this? This was just a wild night that I so, so needed. No strings. No repercussions. Nothing but a hot alien fling. Tomorrow I’d learn more about this world, especially that blue wand thing that seemed to heal. If it healed big fighters with broken bones, then surely it could heal Wyatt’s leg. I was on the right track here. Get info, get the story, get money and get a space wand to heal my child. I might have been discovered, but things were working out. Especially since I had a mostly naked hot alien ready to fuck me like a caveman.
My mind was eased and so when he took hold of my wrist and tugged me to my feet, I didn’t think. I went willingly, surrendering control. I’d already made the decision to give myself to him. Now, all I wanted to do was hold on for the ride.