Tempted by Celestial Bodies

Chapter 7

chapter seven

nirvana

Thrash drew his thumb across the head of his cock and glided his hand down the shaft.

My gaze followed the path of his hand—down, up, down. I couldn’t look away if I tried.

He quickened the pace, milking another glistening dot of precum to the surface.

Core tightening, I moved my legs restlessly, clenching my thighs together. He was so fucking thick. From about halfway down his shaft to the base, he couldn’t completely circle his cock with his fingers…and Thrash had big hands.

My breath shook on my exhale as I sat up on my elbows. “You promised me a taste.”

At my words, his oreha , that fiery essence burning inside of him flared from his horns to his cock beneath the surface of his skin. For a moment, his fingers tensed on his erection and the smooth glide of his hand faltered.

“It’s only fair I do the same.” From my reclined position, I reached for him, but he stepped out of reach. I laid back as he moved behind me. “Where are you goi…”

Words evaporated on my tongue as Thrash stepped over me, facing my feet, and knelt over my face. With a knee on either side of my head, he bent forward. His balls hung low behind his shaft that jutted toward my lips. He pushed his hands under my butt, and gripped my cheeks, spreading me, forcing me to draw my legs up for stability as his pinkies teased the rim of my asshole and his index fingers found my tingling entrance.

I drew my knees up slightly, letting my legs fall open like a butterfly, exposing my most intimate parts to him.

“Your cunt is so beautiful.” His breath brushed over my clit. Hot and wet, his tongue followed and pushed inside of me.

“Sweet solar orbits!” My back bowed. It was too much coming at me all at once.

He laughed against my pussy, the sensation sending a riot of carnal chaos coursing through me. His cock bobbed with his laughter. Its head met my lips, dampening them with droplets of precum.

Pheromones hit me harder than a freighter collision. The scent was richer, heavier, muskier. A spasm of pleasure short circuited my synapses and my grip on his thighs tightened, driving my short, blunt nails into his flesh.

Reflexively, my tongue darted out to capture his essence, and I tasted him . My eyelids fluttered, and I savored the indescribable flavor filling my mouth. Sweet and salty. Soft and velvety. I moaned as his taste seemed to sink into my very DNA.

Mate . Well, fuck me…

He was doing exactly that with his tongue. He spread me with his fingers while his tongue drove in and out. “You taste like nirvana, Tori.” His lips and breath tickled that ultra-sensitive bundle of nerves as he spoke. “I knew you would.”

“Nirvana,” I repeated and drew my tongue over my cum-dampened lips. He was right. If paradise had a flavor, this was it. “Better than butterscotch.”

It felt like he was everywhere all at once. He drove his tongue inside my drenched tunnel while ghosting a touch along my clit.

Panting, I tried to focus on his cock. The shaft grew thicker from head to base. Sex would work, but there was no way I’d fit the entire thing, or even half, in my mouth. I wrapped my fingers around the base while I drew the head between my lips and sucked.

His hips jerked in response and hands tightened where he held onto me, fingers pressing into my openings.

The sensation left me gasping, and I pulsed my grip on his shaft. “You’re so big. So thick.” I dragged my fingers up his cock while I sucked the head, taking as much into my mouth as I could.

“That’s perfect.” His voice was deep and ragged. “Just like that.”

It wasn’t enough for me. I sucked again as I glided my hand toward the head, but this time I released his shaft from my mouth and followed the path down his hard, hot erection with my tongue and teeth.

“Oh, yes,” he groaned, his lips moving against my pussy.

I drew my hand and tongue back to the smooth, rounded head of his member, sucked, and repeated the action. Increasing the pace, I sucked, licked, and nipped. His flavor spilled onto my tongue each time I sucked.

His pheromones ballooned into the air around us, adding to the pleasure of his tongue and fingers delving into me. Time turned fluid, stretching and filling with the sounds of our pleasure.

This moment—the feel of him, the taste of him, his touch—was all I knew. All at once, everything seemed so vast, yet so small.

“I’m going to come,” he growled.

“That’s what I’m waiting for.” I sucked harder, faster, and shifted my hand to cup his balls drawn tight with his need to climax and caressed his perineum.

“Tori!” His body tensed as he shouted my name. Hard ridges of muscles and veins stood out on his sweat-slick flesh while firelight pulsed beneath.

Drawing my tongue around his cock, I sucked on the head while I rubbed the sensitive flesh between his balls and his ass.

“Come with me,” he growled. There was no time to object before he closed his lips over my clit and sucked.

All my senses narrowed to that pulling sensation. My toes slipped over the edge of the metaphorical cliff. “Please,” I begged, and increased my ministrations to his shaft.

“You taste so fucking good.” He sucked again, harder, and drove a finger inside me.

With the hyper-sensitivity and swelling pleasure centered directly where Thrash used his talented tongue, I didn’t know how I focused on his cock, but I took as much of him as I could into my mouth. The sound of his pleasure pushed me closer to the edge.

I swirled my tongue around the head as I drew back. “So close,” I panted, moving my hips, simultaneously trying to squirm away from and closer to his mouth.

Another wave of pheromones rose and ripped into me. From my clit to my core, the intensity stretched like a rubber band, ready to snap. I squeezed my eyes shut while I applied every sensual pleasure in my arsenal to his dick.

Thrash shoved a second finger deep inside of me and curled them into my g-spot as he sucked on my clit.

Everything I was drew inward, focused on that singular sensation. The universe paused. Time stilled. All at once I came apart, exploding on a scream.

“Tori!” He followed me over the edge. His hips jerked and he came. Cum sprayed onto my chest, throat, and into my mouth, hot, sticky, and delicious.

I swallowed. The flavor of ecstasy slid down my throat. I licked my lips, wanting more, and proceeded to lap at his erection until he groaned.

At the sound, another orgasm tore into me, or maybe it was the same one. Squeezing my eyes shut, I tilted my head back and rode the waves of undulating pleasure.

Lost in a haze of wanton delight, I barely noticed Thrash withdrawing his fingers from my pulsing core, but once removed, I was keenly aware of the absence of him .

Before I could form the words to object, I felt the molten, silky drag of his tongue over my center, lapping up my cum.

My chest shook as a breathy whimper left me. My bones were soft and liquid, my muscles hot and loose.

“Delicious,” he murmured against me. “Your pussy is more beautiful than any nebula.”

He rose, carefully stepping over me and away. Cold air swept over my bare skin thanks to all the torn clothing.

“Don’t go,” I mumbled the sleepy protest. The damp remnants of my arousal and Thrash’s ministrations between my thighs exposed to the cold air caused me to shiver. My arms felt like sandbags attached to my shoulders, but I summoned enough energy to reach for him.

There was no telling when—if—the team would find us, but in this moment, I didn’t care, so long as I was wrapped in Thrash’s arms.

“Don’t worry, I’m not done with you yet.” He brought his big body down over me and nuzzled my neck, inhaling deeply. “I like the smell of me on you.” His guttural voice sent another shiver through me for an entirely different reason. He worked his way up my throat, and then his lips were on mine.

The kiss was slow and teasing. A fizzy sensation tickled my chest. Lips parted, we shared breaths before his tongue pushed inside. The taste of our pleasure mingled on my tastebuds as our tongues stroked and swirled.

Slowly he pulled back. A few lingering pulls on my lower lip and he ended the dance.

A satiated smile curled my lips. My body felt heavy in the best way. I could sleep for days. Maybe I would hibernate in his arms until help arrived.

With my eyes closed, I drew lazy circles on his bare back. His scales were warm and smooth beneath the pads of my fingertips. A pleasing texture: hard but pliable, like a thin shell over thick leather. I drew my hands lower, where the scales transitioned to velvety flesh layered over slabs of hard muscles.

I could have been enjoying this all these long, lonely months. Why had I resisted? Because I was a stubborn idiot. Multiple orgasms didn’t negate the fact that I was ready to be done with this life, but I was open to a conversation about the future—a future together.

Thrash found my neck again and delivered a soft kiss. “The floor is hard, and your clothes can’t take much more.” He rose and strode out of my line of sight, toward the single intact storage closet. Teal and pink light reflected on the glossy black scales layered over his shoulders and down his back, transitioning to flesh at the bottom of his ribcage. The moving light show of pink and teal was only interrupted by the swish of his dark hair.

“You ruined them first,” I mumbled to his retreating back and forced my stiff body to bend as I sat up on my elbows. There was no way I would miss the opportunity to watch his gloriously bare backside. The muscled divots of his exceptionally firm ass flexed with each step he took. That man had a scrumptious derrière, and I had the ridiculous urge to take a bite.

“Hate to see you go, but I love to watch you leave.” And I can’t wait for the return view .

Completely out of character, I giggled and tried to pull the sides of my torn shirt together while I waited. Not because of embarrassment—I had great tits—but because without Thrash’s body heat, the cold from the ice beneath the cave clawed under my skin. None of the machinery worked, so there was no ambient heat there, either.

At least we’d made it here before the raiders could do anything more than remove the ignition switch to the regulator. An easy fix if Thrash and I ever got out of here.

The reality of the situation sank in and the same concerns I’d toyed with earlier rose to the surface. By now the day team would be awake. They’d know Thrash and I had left to fix the problem, but when the habitat only grew colder, they’d realize something went wrong and eventually come looking. Who knew how much of the cave came down and how long we’d be trapped.

“Fucking raiders,” I mumbled and flopped backward. “Son of an arnax hornet!“ I winced and immediately sat up. Thrash wasn’t wrong about the ground. My front might have been exposed, but he’d torn my clothes, not removed them, and my back had been protected. He’d been bare-legged, and his knees must be killing him.

I hugged my arms over my chest and tried to control my trembling limbs. This sucks. All of this fucking sucks .

Well, not all. Aside from the trapped-and-might-die part, I just had the most mind-blowing orgasms of my life, and his cock hadn’t even been inside me yet. What would that feel like?

Could that thing fit inside of me?

It had been a long time since I’d been with anyone, and I would be tight. He’d used three fingers on me, but his girth would stretch me much more. Oh, well, what good came without a little pain? Besides, a whiff of those pheromones and I’d be sopping wet.

Thrash jogged into sight, several industrial blankets piled in his arms, dick swinging and slapping his muscular thighs.

One look and I was slick and ready.