Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 6

chapter six

Baxian got her a towel…and cleaned her himself with such gentle care that words of gratitude felt insufficient. All the while, she tried not to stare at his nakedness. Or rather, not to stare too much. Some staring was impossible. A towel wasn’t all he got her, either. He poured her a glass of water, and another of Astrian blue from a bottle at the in-room bar, and invited her to join him in the seating area. He’d picked the chaise near the floor-to-ceiling windows. Funny, but she’d somehow completely forgotten about them during sex. How that was possible with the orgy still ongoing beyond, she wasn’t sure, but perhaps it was because she had such incredible company. Baxian made it easy to forget everything else.

As she approached, he stood and held up a large black blanket which he wrapped around her. She nearly groaned at the soft texture against her still-sensitive skin. He didn’t seem to mind his nakedness, but it was sweet that he thought she might prefer something to shield hers. Baxian drew Aivey down onto his lap, her back against his chest as they faced the scene beyond the tinted window.

“They really can’t see us?” she asked.

“No.” His breath teased her cheek. “Don’t you think they might have been watching us if they could?”

At the suggestion, her thighs pressed tightly together to try and stifle her body’s reaction. She’d never been one for exhibitionism, but being with him in any setting seemed to set her ablaze. “Perhaps.”

His arm around her center pulled her closer, urging her to relax back against him. Beyond the windows, out on the raised platform, a female took two males at once, one at each end. Tears glistened on her cheeks in the neon lights shining from above, but from the eager way she stroked the base of the cock in her mouth and rocked back onto the cock behind her, she was enjoying herself quite well.

Baxian rubbed her leg through the layer of the blanket, soft slow strokes she knew were meant to put her at ease. “Would you prefer a different scene? The windows can change to project an image if you’d like.”

“Oh?” she asked, genuinely intrigued. “What kinds of things?”

A soft chuckle echoed from his chest into hers. “Multitudes. I have an idea of something you may like.” He tapped two fingers on the black panel of his arm band and a display screen flickered to life in the air above it. He moved quickly through the menus at first, but then paused. “Close your eyes.”

Twisting her head toward him, she gave a side-eyed look but said, “Okay.” Intrigued, she turned forward again and patiently waited. Light flickered beyond her closed eyelids.

“All right. Open them.”

Aivey did, and gasped, breath lodging in her lungs.

“You recognize it?” Baxian asked, a hint of a tease in his voice.

She released the breath, her whole body relaxing against the male behind her. “Of course.” He’d brought up a sweeping panoramic of her beloved mountains, the image taken from down in a valley, though from the angle she couldn’t be sure which one. Towering trees with pointy needle-like leaves soared toward a blue sky dotted with lavender-tinged clouds. The shimmering pale purple of newly fallen snow coated the mountaintops and dusted some of the tops of the trees. If she closed her eyes, she could almost smell a hint of pine and the crisp iciness of the air. “This is beautiful.”

He hummed in agreement. “The perfect place to spend some time together, don’t you think?”

And spend time they did, sipping their drinks and talking while Baxian held her. If he wasn’t taking a sip of his drink, his hands were on her, holding her close, gently caressing her through the blanket. When she shifted and part of it fell away to reveal most of her leg, she didn’t replace it. The room was the perfect temperature, and between the hard body of the male behind her and the desire coursing through her veins from his closeness, she was plenty warm enough, almost too hot, actually. His scent addled her senses. The frequent caress of his breath on her ear or face and the proof of his desire beneath her backside didn’t help matters where her body temperature was concerned.

If his body reacted like an Earthean’s, he was ready for around round. He had to want it, to achieve his release if nothing else, but he didn’t ask for it, didn’t redirect their conversation to that topic either. Rather, he asked about her life at the academy and shared about his role in his family’s corporate empire of luxury travel retreats, which happened to be how he’d come to know and fall in love with the mountain range. He’d enjoyed it so much he’d purchased a home there himself—a fact that would have had Aivey tumbling onto the floor in shock at the thought of what it must have cost had he not been holding her. Even so, he didn’t talk about it like the ridiculous luxury it was, which meant he was even more wealthy than she’d first thought.

Sitting with him, just sharing their lives, was a delight in itself, but she’d been lying to say she didn’t ache to have him again. In fact, her pussy literally wept for want of him. The slow rub of his thumb across her skin didn’t help matters, or the infuriatingly slow progress he made in inching his way down her leg toward the apex of her thigh, barely hidden by the edge of the blanket.

Aivey considered shifting her leg and letting the blanket fall away, or better yet, grabbing his hand and putting it right where she wanted it, but there was a delicious agony in the waiting, too. The catching sensation in her chest and the thrum in her veins was a high better than any drink could give. Though they talked casually, she was acutely aware of every bit of him beneath and behind her. Even one strand of his hair brushing across her exposed shoulder was enough to send a shiver down her spine. A burning urgency built in her abdomen, and she didn’t just want him, she needed him.

He had to know how badly she wanted him again, had to . He’d scented her desire before, after all. But damn, the male was taking his time.

He paused his slow circling. “Aivey?”

“Hmm?” She twisted her head to the side and up to look at him, their breaths mingling in the narrow space between them.

The hooded, hungry look in his eyes dried her throat. “You haven’t answered the last two questions I asked. In fact, I’d wager you didn’t hear them at all.”

“Oh, I…” She bit her bottom lip. “I was distracted. Sorry.”

He chuckled, and his hand on her thigh slid lower until his fingertips brushed under the edge of the blanket and along the sensitive skin next to her pussy. “Thinking about?”

“You,” she answered honestly. And then she did shift her leg, just enough to push the blanket away and give access to where she desperately needed him to wander.

He inhaled sharply, his pupils dilating.

As if he had read her mind, he reached between her legs and palmed her pussy. “Fuck, Aivey. You’re drenched for me.”

She was, damn it. Just the feel of his palm against her needy core had her rocking into it, desperate for friction, for him to touch her more.

“Said like you haven’t been hard again for ages.” She rubbed against him for emphasis, earning a little hiss.

He grabbed her breast with his other hand, eliciting a small gasp as he flicked her pearled nipple with the pad of his thumb. “So eager for me again?”

In response, she spread her legs further. Baxian sucked in a breath. He dipped his fingers between her lips then slid them up, right over her clit and back down again.

Her pulse thrummed at the apex of her thighs. “More. Please, Baxian.”

The hand on her breast trailed down until his arm was a hard band around her. In one quick move, he lifted her up, removed his fingers from her core, and yanked the blanket away. With nothing between them as he settled her back on his lap, his warmth, the smooth firmness of his skin, and his throbbing erection were impossible to ignore. Baxian pulled her ass tight against his abdomen, his cock sticking out between her spread legs in an erotic display.

Stars above.

A few small adjustments of their positions and he could be inside her again. Without even thinking, she angled her hips and rocked forward, spreading her wetness along his shaft.

“Aivey, fucking stars,” Baxian ground out. He palmed her breasts with both hands, holding her secure as she leaned forward, letting more of their most intimate parts rub against one another with each roll of her hips. She’d never been much of one to take charge, had never had the courage, really, but with him it was so easy, so natural. He was a question her body knew the answer to.

She moved on him with abandon, seeking her pleasure, savoring his sounds of pleasure and the way he massaged the sensitive globes her breasts. Her breaths drew ragged, the coil of pleasure so tight within her?—

Baxian banded an arm around her again and pulled her flush against his chest. His other hand knotted in her hair just above her nape, turning her head to meet his heated stare. “Turn around, Aivey.” The sound of her name, all hoarse and desperate, sent a shiver across her skin. “I need to be inside you.”

Her lips parted. “Oh.” Some of the haze of her lust peeled back. Her cheeks flamed. She’d been so caught up in the feel of him she’d almost forgotten.

Baxian released her hair and she all but leaped to her feet, wobbling a bit as she did. In a heartbeat, she turned around and straddled him again. “Like this?”

A black tongue slid across his bottom lip as his gaze quickly devoured her from head to hips. “Good girl. You want to ride my cock?” He arched one silver brow.

Aivey bit her bottom lip and nodded.

He grabbed her hip, urging her up as he drew his cock between them and angled it toward her opening. “Then it’s all yours. My first release should make it easier for you to take me again.”

So there was something unique about his come after all. Handy, that.

Aivey hooked her arms around his neck and lowered herself until his tip brushed against her core. Warmth spiraled through her at the brief intimate touch, her body seeming to unfurl and reach for his.

With her eyes firmly locked on Baxian’s, she lowered herself onto him.

“Oh, fuck! ” she cried when he wasn’t even halfway inside her.

Was taking him easier? Yes. Less exquisite? Not at all. If anything, now she was even more aware of his size and the firm ridges along his length, almost like her body had become attuned to his and awaited each bit with eager anticipation.

The fullness of him sent her thighs tingling as she slid the rest of the way onto him with a breathy whimper. Baxian groaned, his eyes falling shut and head tipping back. Stars above, he was a sight. Light from the projection caught on his skin and highlighted the sharp angles of his face. His pale hair almost seemed to glow where it cascaded over his shoulders. He was a work of art come to life, and right then he was hers, all hers.

He looked back down at her, his pupils wide, lips slightly parted, already panting hard. Aivey pulled in a deep shuddering breath as she adjusted once more to his size, and then finally began to ride him with slow, deliberate motions.

“You take me so well, Aivey.” He ran his palms up her sides then in to tease her breasts. “Like you were made for me.”

You too , felt insufficient. There were no words to describe his perfection. Instead, she leaned in until her breasts pressed against his chest and her breath ghosted across his lips. “Baxian,” she whispered, then sealed her words with a kiss. Their tongues tangled, slow and deep as the strokes of his cock inside her. So close, entangled with one another, Aivey almost couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.

Baxian palmed her ass with both hands, seizing control and dragging her up and down his cock. As the tempo increased, Aivey slipped from their kiss, a half moan, half whine filling the air between them.

“So wet, so fucking perfect,” Baxian growled as he gnashed his teeth. Aivey leaned back just enough to see the desperate hunger in his gaze. Sweated dewed his brow. He surged up into her, his cock striking a new angle and threatening the tether on her sanity.

“I—I’m going to—” she gasped. There was no holding back, not like this, not with him working her body on his cock or the fullness of it.

“Let go,” he commanded. “I’ve got you.”

Aivey reached up and grabbed his horn, an anchor in the storm. He growled in response, bucking his hips.

She unraveled in a dizzying spiral.

Her inner walls clamped down around him in waves. Her whole body shook. All thought vanished, all feeling save for the endless bliss shuddering through her. She ground her hips down against him, trying to chase the sensation, to draw it out.

Baxian roared as he came, head tilting back in ecstasy. Jerking, shallow thrusts wrung out the last of her release as he found his, spilling inside her.

He abandoned his hold on her ass, drawing her body firmly against his chest and tucking her head into the crook of his neck. She came back to her senses there, feeling the rapid pound of his heart, the heavy rise and fall of his chest that mirrored hers, the firm planes of lithe muscle. Long fingers slid along her scalp and then down her sweat-dampened back in long, soothing waves.

They were still joined. And even though he’d softened like an Earthean male did after release, she was still full, so full of him. There was an odd comfort in it, and she had no desire to move. Not that her body would have let her if she tried, boneless as she was from her release.

Baxian continued to stroke her hair. Aivey closed her eyes and let herself go fully lax against him. She could fall asleep like that if he let her.

Not that he’d asked her to stay that long…

Cold reality smacked her in the face, and she tensed.

He’d met his second release, complete release. Their agreement to each other was done.

His fingers stilled at the nape of her neck. “Aivey?”

“I just, um…” But she couldn’t speak her worry, couldn’t damn herself yet and make it real. Instead, she said, “I nearly fell asleep on you there.”

“Oh.” His features smoothed out into a soft smile. “Stay with me tonight?”

She blinked, dumbfounded. “Stay?”

His throat bobbed. “If you want to. The room is ours tonight.”

“I…” It’d be better for her to leave. The thought of it struck like a laser beam through her stomach, but it’d be less painful than some awkward goodbye in the morning. The longer she spent with him, the harder it was going to be to let him go. It wouldn’t be the first time she’d had that problem, wanting more, expecting it, when the guy she was with didn’t want more than a quick fuck which hadn’t even brought her to release. She bit her lip as she stared at him. He’d gone tense beneath her, and she wasn’t entire sure if he breathed. “Okay,” she said finally, her voice quiet.

Damn, she really was a glutton for punishment, but she couldn’t let him go when he stared at her like that, like it might hurt him to let her go, too.

Just one night. They could have that. She could enjoy all of it, and that would be enough. It would. It would have to be.

He blew out a breath. “Good. I—” He closed his mouth, his brows scrunching before smoothing back out. “Good. I’m glad.”

“Me too,” she agreed, even if her heart already hurt at the inevitable future they faced come morning.

Aivey rose off him, and his cock slipped from her with a wet pop. His release slid down her thighs, some dripping to the floor with an embarrassing splat. Her cheeks flamed. Fucking stars. She should have thought of that after their first time together.

A nervous laugh bubbled from her. “I guess I should get cleaned up.”

Baxian rose as well, his attention firmly fixed on her and not the mess. The full weight of his regard made her legs wobbly, or perhaps that was the after-effects of her release. Maybe both.

“Care to share a shower?” He arched a brow and extended a hand to her. “Or we could do that after we go again.”

“Again?” For the second time in as many minutes, his questions left her almost speechless. “Twice more, you mean?” Damn. If he wanted to, she’d surely try, even if it left her exhausted and unable to walk the next day.

He chuckled. “After a reproductive release, it takes a few days for my body to reset itself fully. A Vraks male can continue to enjoy their partner until then without worrying about being left unfulfilled.”

“Oh.” A thrill raced through her blood. “Well, that’s a nice perk.” She took his hand, and his fingers closed around hers.

“It is indeed.” He drew her hand to his mouth and licked at the back of it. A Vraks custom or claim? She had no idea, but it had her pulse thrumming between her legs again nonetheless. “Shall we?”