His gaze roved and then he lunged.
With a laugh, I rolled out from under him at the last moment and jumped on top of him, straddling his hips, tearing at his shirt. I ripped the fabric down the center of his chest with a moan of pleasure as his hard length pressed against my clit through my uniform pants. I rode him, rubbing against him like a cat as I lowered my mouth to his exposed skin, tasting him. Smelling him. God, he was hot. I sucked one hard nipple into my mouth as his massive hands lifted to cup my bare breasts, pluck at my nipples. Yup, bare. I wasn’t overly large in the boob department and I didn’t like wearing a bra. I didn’t need one, especially since the built-in armor worked well to disguise the whole nipple/headlight thing. My pussy flooded with wet heat and I arched into his hands, demanding more, never more thankful for going braless in my life.
“God, yes,” I moaned.
I hadn’t been with a man in years. Hadn’t been with an alien… ever. And it was as if my body had stored up all that need, all that fire in a pressure cooker just waiting to explode. I needed this. I needed him. Bad.
I bit at Mak’s chest, not hard enough to break the skin, but a challenge. A dare.
He answered with a rough growl.
I flew through space, unable to orient myself until I was flipped onto my back with Mak on top of me, between my legs. His cock pressed me into the bed, hard. I arched my hips and wrapped my legs around his thighs, needing more. I had no idea what came over me, but I was wild for him.
“Hurry. Please, please hurry,” I gasped. Begged. For the first time in a while, I was panting, short of breath. “I want you inside me.”
“No.”
I narrowed my eyes at him. No? No? What the fuck, no? I needed.
Why did he keep saying that word, dammit? No other male on the planet would be such a pain in my ass like he was.
My control snapped and I lifted us both from the bed. I moved him until his back was against the wall, pressed to the dark symbol that I would investigate later. Much later. When my pussy didn’t ache with emptiness. I pressed my hand to his chest, holding him in place as I tore his pants from his body with my free hand.
Boots. Fucking boots. He was still wearing boots. Whatever. That didn’t matter because his cock was free. And it was huge. Huge. Magnificent.
Thick. Long. A deep plum color, a thick vein pulsed along the full length. The thick length I doubted I could close my fingers around when I gripped and stroked it. The crown was flared, broad, the slit at the center held a drop of pre-cum.
I licked my lips. That was for me and I was desperate to taste it. To feel how hard he was, how much he would stretch my mouth wide. No way could I deep throat that monster. My pussy ached to be opened up with that huge head, crammed full with every inch of him.
But first, I had to taste. God, did I. All other thought fled as I dropped to my knees and took the tip into my mouth. His scent intensified here, the heady and seductive combination unique to him making me almost dizzy. I moaned.
Would his cum taste like he smelled?
I sucked. Harder. Deeper. He groaned, was talking to me, but I didn’t listen. I couldn’t hear him through the pounding in my skull. I needed. I wanted to taste him. I wanted his cum in my mouth.
When I pulled back to take a breath, he moved too quickly for me to stop him. In the blink of an eye, our positions were reversed. I was pinned to the wall, his hand on my chest as he ripped my pants from my body with a fierceness I found incredibly arousing. I might be as strong as a superhero, but having a male show how powerful and virile he was—and with his raging cock out and glistening with my saliva—was such a turn on.
“Stay.” The one word command made me tremble as he knelt and removed my boots. I stayed, because I wanted them off, too. Ridiculously, I liked his dominance.
He kicked his own boots off his feet and removed the rest of his uniform so that we both stood, completely naked. It was the first time anyone—besides the doctors at my arrival to the Colony—had seen my body after being captured by the Hive. I always ensured I was covered in long sleeves and pants to hide what those bastards had done. Everyone here had integrations, but this was my prick of vanity, of femininity, not allowing anyone to see them. I knew, if someone did, I might not be desirable.
I looked my fill of Mak, of what the Hive had done to him. A shoulder made of silver instead of his tanned flesh. A hip, thigh and knee of similar material. No wonder he was strong, fast. Powerful. When I lifted my gaze to his, he wasn’t looking at me, at my eyes, but lower, roving over my body.
Immediately, I lifted my hands to cover myself. I hadn’t been modest about the smaller size of my breasts or even the sight of my pussy. No, I covered one arm with the other, but it was no use. There were too many integrations all over my body to cover without a blanket.
I tried to shift, to turn to the side to hide as much of myself as I could, but his palm between my breasts kept me pinned.
“No. Do not attempt to hide what is mine from me, female.”
“Mak… I, please,” I begged, not exactly sure what to say.
Perhaps it was my tone that had his dark eyes meeting mine. Unfathomably dark and full of heat. Knowledge. Greed, somehow.
“I see you, Gwen.”
I gave a rueful laugh. “Well, yeah. The lights are on.”
Slowly, he shook his head.