Khol (Rescued by the Alien)

21. Nancy

Chapter 21

Nancy

K hol was amazing. He’d done something for me very few other men had. Sure, they tried a little foreplay, but wait for me to come before adding cock action?

Never.

I flopped back on the couch, still clutching the ends of his hair, though I released them. “Sorry. I hope I didn’t pull out too much.” My giggle slipped out. I’d never giggled with a guy before but man . . . Alien , that is. I felt giddy after what he’d just done. “Thank you.”

He licked his lips and tugged a blanket off the back of the sofa, laying it over me. “You’re wonderful. I want to do that again.”

Sitting, I tugged on my shirt, leaving my lower half covered with the blanket for now. I couldn’t look away from the enormous bulge in his pants. “Your turn. ”

His eyes widened. “Not yet.”

I blinked. “Are you . . . shy about this?” Oh, damn, maybe he didn’t want more with me. There could be unknown Zuldruxian sexual social norms, and I may have just crossed the line.

His head jerked in the negative. “I . . .”

“Has anyone touched you other than yourself?” Surely his first mate—

“No. I told you we weren’t together that way. I wanted her. I loved her. But I couldn’t do that to my friend.”

“Was there anyone else before her?”

“A few.”

Acid gouged through my belly, but I shut it down. “This is us. We’re not looking backward, only forward.”

“Forward,” he said softly, his lips curling up in the sweetest smile.

I wanted to crawl all over him, to show him the same wonderful feeling he’d just given me. So I did. I climbed onto him, straddling his lap. I tugged on his tunic. “Off.”

“My chest doesn’t—”

I placed my fingertip over his lips. “This is new for us. Let me play?”

“Of course.” With shaky hands, he ripped his shirt up and over his head, chucking it aside while I took in his glorious muscles.

He must work out, unless this was just the basic muscle tone of a Zuldruxian. What an interesting theory. I’d think about it later. Now was for touching .

I stroked his neck, watching his face, and smiled when I took in his four nipples. “You have nipples. I thought you said females don’t.”

“They have four breasts, but no nipples. At the base of their mounds,” he ran a fingertip along his chest, slicing across the area between his upper and lower nipples, “they have soft, flexible tubes. The tubes extend when they wish to nurse their youngling.”

“Are multiple births a thing?”

“It’s common for a female to have at least two at one time. Three or four, even.”

“Identical?”

He shook his head. “Not as far as I know. Long ago, each cluster of younglings would be a mix of female and male, but in recent years, they’re only male and they come in smaller numbers, often only one at a time. But they don’t share identical features, if that’s what you mean.”

“Then I bet the female decides, and her body releases the number of eggs it feels it can carry to term.”

He shrugged.

Enough science talk. As I’d said, I wanted to play. I teased his nipples, gently rolling them before leaning close to lick them.

His breath caught. “That . . .”

When I sucked one into my mouth, his head fell back against the sofa, and his groan ripped out. He stroked my head and back, and I adored how he was panting already.

While I continued to suck one nipple after the other, making all four bead, I traced my palms across his rippling abs. Truly, a woman could spend hours just touching them, gliding the tip of her finger along each groove. But I wanted to unwrap my next present.

I fumbled with the fastening to his pants until he gently nudged my hands aside and released it. The buttons below were easy enough to figure out, and I soon undid each one.

His cocks sprang free, a large one with a smaller one above it.

“Two,” I exclaimed, gaping at the girth and length of the large one. It would fit inside me, but just barely. And oh, how amazing it was going to feel. Frankly, I couldn’t wait, though I was going to make myself do so until at least tomorrow night.

Maybe.

“Two for your pleasure,” he growled.

I loved how he was coming undone already, and I couldn’t wait to make him fall apart in my arms—hands, that is.

“What’s the smaller one for?” I asked as I wrapped my fingers around his big cock.

His guttural groan rang out. “It loves your clit.”

“In what way?”

“Get rid of the blanket, and you’ll find out.”

I was as open to experimentation between the sheets as the next woman. A tug, and I tossed the blanket aside, revealing how wet I already was.

Then I got to work on his big cock. If the smaller one wanted to join in and do whatever it could offer, it was welcome. I was focused on giving my male pleasure.

When had I started thinking of him as mine?

Almost from the moment I met him .

As I milked his cock with my hands, he groaned, his head tipped back, and his eyes closed. “That feels amazing. Don’t stop.”

I grinned, loving that I could give him pleasure.

Leaning forward, he kissed me quickly, and I soon lost track of what I was doing. My hands slowed until I jerked back and shook my finger at him.

“No distractions. I’m busy.”

“Yes, lovely one. Whatever you say,” he bit out, his body tightening, and his cock surging up toward his abs.

I stroked his nipples with my tongue while pumping his cock. A bead of precum glistened on the tip, and I couldn’t do anything less than lick it.

His muffled groan rang out, his hand pressed over his mouth to hold it back. I wanted to tell him to let it roar, that I needed to hear him call out when he came, but the last thing we needed to do was wake up Flora. We’d be together one of these days but inside his bedroom and with the door shut. Thankfully, my daughter could sleep through almost anything.

Straightening, I continued licking his nipples while pulling hard on his cock.

His growls punctuated each stroke of my hand, and I’d forgotten all about his smaller cock until something probed between my legs.

I stared down, my eyes widening as the shorter cock stretched around the big one I was stroking and prodded between my legs.

“Wider,” he bit out. “Spread your thighs wider, please, if you can.”

What woman wouldn’t respond to a request like that ?

Anticipation was a wonderful thing. We were building something special between us, and I couldn’t wait until we decided it was time to take this all the way.

The tip of his smaller cock grabbed onto my clit. My gasp rang out, and it was all I could do to focus when the tip started humming.

“It’s . . .” I couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. But I could move my hands, and I continued to stroke his cock, working from the base to the tip. Over and over while his smaller cock teased my clit.

“Is it oh-kay?” he asked, his hooded gaze meeting mine.

I could only jerk my head up and down in affirmation.

Soon, I was humping against him, my wetness smearing across his larger cock while the smaller one stretched to accommodate my movements.

I moved my hands faster, using the slipperiness I provided, and our muffled groans rang out.

And when he barked out a cry, his body jerking and his cock shooting into my hand, I let loose and gave way to my own orgasm.

I collapsed in his arms, then tipped my head back to look up at him.

“You’re amazing,” he growled, stroking my back. “Truly amazing.”