Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 6

chapter six

foreplay for days

Thrash didn’t move, but his increased tension was obvious in the veins standing out on the slope of his shoulders and neck.

If someone told me this morning I would have to convince the alien to have sex?—

“Tori.” His explosive breath heated the back of my neck. My name was so raw, it sounded like he was in pain.

His arms came around my middle, pulling me back until his groin pressed firmly against my ass. A wave of dizziness spun my head that had nothing to do with the hit I’d taken. The thick, hard length of him throbbed against my backside.

I laughed a little. “I didn’t think you carried weapons.” His size was considerable, and it had been so long.

Chuckling, he gripped my jaw and tilted my head to whisper in my ear, “I plan to destroy you.” He bit down on my earlobe, skirting the edge of pain. “And you’ll beg me to do it again.”

His words short circuited my brain. My heart seemed to swell in my chest, crowding my lungs, turning my rapid breaths thready. Part of me wondered if this was really happening. I’d heard about head trauma and lucid dreams.

“Brave words.” I rolled my hips, grinding against his cock. The pulsing heat pressed between my ass cheeks and the base of my spine nearly undid me. No, this was too real. I was awake and this was happening— thank all my lucky stars . “Prove it.”

Thrash raised his arms from my waist to grip the neckline of my uniform. A rending sound hit my eardrums as he ripped my shirt from collar to waist. The dumb, superfluous gold buttons popped off and hit the ground, and I loved the sound of those little plinks . An official UFIS shirt meant to withstand blades and bullets, and he’d torn it in half, like tissue. The ruined shirt hung off my shoulders, its loose, frayed edges tickled my ribs.

Cold air buffeted my bare flesh, reminding me that without functioning machinery, this cave would quickly plummet to the same temperatures as the underground ice.

He released the halves of my torn top to skate his hands up my ribs. I shivered and moaned as he filled his large hands with my heavy breasts. Stroking upward, he took my aching nipples between his fingers and pinched.

Electricity zipped from his touch to my clenching core. My back bowed. I threw my head back against his shoulder, thrusting my breasts into his palms. “Again,” I said.

“Mmm.” His delight rumbled against my ear. “I knew you’d like a little pain,” he whispered and squeezed my nipples.

Gasping, feet flexed inside my boots, my heels pressed against the hard-packed dirt and gravel floor. Damp heat flooded my undergarments. I panted, “Never been into it before.”

“A first time then.” He flattened a hand against my stomach and glided it downward to cup me through my pants. “Let’s discover what else can make you scream.”

“Sounds like a challenge,” I said, and reached behind me. Wedging my hand between us, I curled my fingers around the outline of his cock—his astonishingly thick cock. How was that going to fit? His hips bucked, the friction from his movement doing my work for me. I smiled. “I bet I can make you scream first.”

“Fuck. You’re on.” He wrapped one arm around me, caging me. His muscled bicep covered my entire middle while he worked magic with his other hand, rubbing his fingers toward my entrance and dragging them back until he pressed my clit through my pants.

The room seemed to tilt.

My hips jerked, but I quickly locked down the reaction. This was fun. He’d have to work for that scream. I let out a breathy little laugh. “My turn.”

The squeeze between us was tight, but I guided my hand over his pants, down his length. The material gathered and smoothed beneath my palm until I could curl my fingers beneath the base of his shaft and cup his balls.

He grunted and jerked. His bicep flexed against my abdomen and his hand cupping my pussy spasmed.

I bit my lip to hold in the scream begging to escape and banged my head against his shoulder.

“Enough,” he growled between ragged breaths.

My lips curled in a triumphant smile. “I knew?—”

In one quick motion, Thrash let go of me and took hold of the front of my waistband. A soft snicking sound preceded the muffled thump of my dagger holster hitting the floor. Another tearing noise filled the room, and my pants sagged open. He pressed his fingers into my damp curls and parted my slick folds. “You are so fucking wet. Can you feel that?”

The sound of my pleasure came out as a hiss between my teeth. Something low in my belly pulled taut. I started to run my hand up his shaft, but he grabbed my arm and pulled it out from between us.

“No more games. Let me do this for you.” Thrash released my arm to gently grasp my throat, holding me still while his free hand dipped between my legs. He pulled me against him, molding my back to his chest. Even through my shirt, his scales radiated enough heat to warm my chilled flesh.

I swallowed. My throat bobbed against his palm. This intimacy was something I’d resisted but thought about since I’d found him working out, sweaty and breathing hard. I’d gotten out of there as fast as I could, but I’d had a look. The man had been invading my dreams ever since. His impressive body covering mine. That thick dick I’d glimpsed when he traveled naked from the shower to his quarters, that I felt right now branding itself against my backside, filling me. Fucking me.

Holy constellations! This wasn’t a dream. This was the real deal. My body quivered and tensed with anticipation.

“Relax, Tori.” His pheromones flared, so powerful my muscles went loose and head fell back to rest against his shoulder.

The smell of him invaded deeper and deeper with each breath I drew, until his scent filled every cell of my being. I went boneless against him. My core felt hot and liquid— ready .

“Yes. Like that. Mmm.” His hum of arousal was a level of sexy that defied description. He began tracing light circles around my entrance, not quite giving me what I wanted.

I gripped his thighs while my trembling legs fell open, inviting him inside.

“That’s a good girl.”

That did it. I whimpered and squirmed beneath his touch. My nipples tightened to the point I was pretty sure they could cut glass. They ached in the best way. “I swear, if there isn’t some part of you inside of me in the next minute, I might combust.”

He chuckled. With his large body curled around me, he leaned over my shoulder to press his cheek against mine. Our ragged breaths mingled. “Scream for me,” he whispered and plunged his finger inside of me.

My hips bucked, and I gasped, nearly drowning beneath a wave of instant, intense pleasure. After so many fantasies about this moment, the feel of his long finger deep inside of me was almost unbearable.

Thrash dragged his finger back, nearly withdrawing, and reversed the action, pushing inside. Over and over, harder and faster. Each time he delved into me, his thumb circled my clit.

Harsh pants and the wet, sucking sound of his finger slipping in and out created a symphony of sex inside the cave. His heat surrounded me. His scent filled me.

My legs shook. I was close. So close. His hands were big and fingers strong, but this wasn’t enough. “More,” I demanded.

“If you insist.” He pushed a second finger inside of me.

I tried to look down, to watch his pumping fingers, but the hold he had on my throat, the light grip of my jaw, prevented that.

A growl of frustration left me. “Still not enough,” I said and wiggled my ass against his cock. “I thought you said you’d make me scream?”

The deep chuckle that vibrated against my back sent a cascade of shivers over my body, my nipples tightening once again. “Feisty little human. I’ve got what you need.”

A third finger joined the party, stretching me. My core clenched, and I shuddered.

“Better, but not enough,” I panted, completely undercutting my claim. It was enough. Everything was so damn good, but I wanted his dick inside of me, not his fingers.

I swallowed, once again feeling the pressure of his palm against my bobbing throat and tiny bursts of pleasure ignited everywhere we touched.

His lips brushed the shell of my ear as he leaned over my shoulder and whispered, “Tell me that after you come.”

My eyes flew wide as his hand fell from my throat.

Freed of his hold, I tipped my head forward and watched his fingers working against me—inside of me.

He flicked my clit while his other hand continued to plunder my pussy. The pace grew frenzied, wet fingers filling me and withdrawing. His bicep flexed against me, and I felt him everywhere—behind me, inside of me, next to me as his ragged breath filled my ears. He moved his hips, griding his cock against my ass.

My body tensed and pants grew thready as I watched his fingers move toward my clit. He flicked and rubbed that ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves hidden between my folds.

Every nerve ending inside of me coiled. My legs shook as my core clenched and clit throbbed.

“I’ll have that scream now.” His words were a growl against my ear as I watched him push inside me, to the last knuckle, and felt his fingers curl.

Lungs seizing, my breath stalled in my throat.

At the same moment he stroked my clit, his other fingers hit that magic spot deep inside of me.

A scream tore out of me, so loud and long my throat burned. Every muscle pulled taut. My feet flexed. “Stars, yes!” I ground against his hand, felt my orgasm gushing over his fingers.

Waves of pleasure rolled in like a relentless tide, crashing against my senses over and over. White noise filled my ears. Bright lights flashed behind my eyelids like the lifespan of a planet, waking and dying and being reborn.

“Your pussy feels so good. So tight and hot. I bet you taste even better.” With one wide hand splayed over my stomach, Thrash pulled his other hand free, fingers soaking wet with my arousal. “This is another way to know you are my mate.” I heard the smile in his voice as he brought his fingers to his lips.

My eyes went wide.

“Your cum will be the best thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.” He shoved his fingers in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck me,” I groaned and twisted to watch.

“That’s the plan,” Thrash said and resumed licking and sucking his fingers like they were popsicles. “Amazing. You taste better than Elfusian sugar grapes.”

The sight of his tongue tracing his fingers wet with my juices sent my insides spiraling into erotic chaos. I fisted my hands on his pants, balling the rough material against my palms.

“I…I want to taste you.” I sounded so damn breathless. Probably because I was. My lungs felt as if they were filled with something lighter and fizzier than oxygen. Seated in the muscular V of Thrash’s thighs, I twisted further at the waist, trying to look at the thick erection pressed against my back, still hidden inside his pants. That didn’t seem fair.

A smile of pure, wicked delight bent one corner of his lips. “Better than butterscotch.”

He knew butterscotch was my weakness. “Liar,” I challenged.

His eyes narrowed and smile grew. Devious dimples pressed into his cheeks.

Uh oh. A moment of warning rattled in my brain. I tensed to move.

Suddenly, he had one hand under my butt and the other on the back of my neck. “I’ll grant your wish, but I want to taste more of you.”

“What—” I squealed as he pushed me forward and flipped me onto my back. The hard-packed dirt and gravel shifted beneath my weight. Tiny spikes of pressure pushed against what remained of my shirt and pants.

I’d never dreamed of allowing myself to be so utterly dominated, but I didn’t fight this, and damn did it feel good. Thrash was different—special. Deep down I’d known that from the moment I laid eyes on all six-feet-four muscled-inches of him. That’s why when capitulation came, it was easy to give in. I wanted to surrender, and I willingly handed over control. That alone told me I was already in too deep… and I didn’t care .

As Thrash got to his feet, my gaze traveled up his body, locking onto the ridge behind his pants and the motion of his deft fingers unhooking the fasteners at his waist.

Shoving off his pants and undergarments, he stood over me gloriously naked. Every inch of him— every inch of him —was on mouth-watering display. His stiff cock jutted forward, veins standing out over the thick shaft. A dot of precum dampened the head, brilliant against his sleek, obsidian skin. He took hold of himself and pumped. The moment he gripped his cock, the same otherworldly shades of flame that rushed beneath his flesh and illuminated his horns before things exploded, flared in swirling tattoos of color around his shaft.

My eyes went wide. “I like danger as much as the next terraformer, but I’m not sure I’m on board with putting explosives in my vagina.”

Thrash barked a laugh. “Don’t worry, you’ll enjoy this one. My oreha is my very essence, and it pulses with my emotions. Right now, it pulses for you.”