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I steadied myself, planting a hand on each of his thick thighs. My loose shirt clung to me, and my nipples throbbed under the thin material, begging for attention. With wild eyes and tattered clothes, he fumbled at the lacing on his pants.
Where had this version of JayJay sprung free from?
His chest pumped up and down as he took his thick cock in one hand and stroked. The ridged coil called to me. I wanted to run my tongue over the spiral ringing his length, nibble it, and massage it with my thumbs.
Even with JayJay more animal than man, his feral gaze traveling over my body, I trusted him. At some point, the giant, hairless gray Rock Dweller parts of him had dissolved, and he’d become just a guy. A handsome guy who’d come to my rescue more than once. A friend. More than a friend.
With his cock pointing straight up, he let out a deafening rumble.
“I know you won’t hurt me,” I soothed, petting his forearms and linking our fingers. “Let go. Take what you need.”
His forest-green eyes turned black and his cock quaked in his hand. Lightning fast, he clutched my ass in one colossal palm. Then he lifted me until I hovered in the air, straddling his thick coil.
I clutched the smooth planes of his chest for balance as my core tightened with need. Frozen in the grip of his gaze, I gasped when he dropped my hips until his plump head kissed my swollen lips. He pulsed there until I opened for him. His dilated pupils sparked with fire as my body allowed him entry, and he let go of his firm hold on my hips, shifting his big paws to my breasts.
I slid down, down, down. The ridged length sensitized every nerve inside me, sending delicious shivers up my spine. As Imoaned, one large hand massaged my ass cheeks, working me to his jerky rhythm. My nipples tingled with delicious heat when he kneaded my satin-covered breasts.
With his wild stare still fixed on me, he rubbed my clit with his thumb until I grew red hot. My trembling hand clasped one round bicep. The humidity of the cave and the fire burning in my core turned my skin slick, and I whimpered as the tension built and built. With one last thrust, his coil undulated deep inside me and pushed me over the edge.
“JayJay.” I arched my back, pressing my hard nipples into his chest. My eyes opened to the domed ceiling as I moaned.
Seconds later, his hands tightened on my waist, and he bellowed. Warm cum filled me. The air turned quiet except for our shallow breaths. The deafening rumble faded into brittle silence.
What’s he thinking?
Calm forest-green eyes met mine before they welled with shame and darted away. His forehead ridge jutted, and he rubbed an unsteady hand over it. My thighs still shook, the muscles stretched to the limit where they spread over his. His chin dropped, his gaze fixed on the cum leaking from our joining and he shuddered. While his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, he cleared all expression from his face.
Had I turned him into this whirlwind of emotions? Was this what happened when Rock Dwellers had sex? I needed to talk to TeyTey.
I smoothed my hand over his cheek, searching deep in his eyes for the JayJay I knew. “You’re worthy.”
With the lightest touch, as if afraid, he lifted me off his long coil. It softened in his lap, and he stood me on the ground between his feet. In one fluid motion, he tucked his cock back into his pants, laced them, and rose. Brushing by my side—I stiffened, confused—he carried on toward the door withoutmaking eye contact. He slid it open, but before he leaped down, he spoke with a voice like sandpaper to the space in front of him. “You deserve better. But I’ll be back at moonrise if you still want me.”
The door slid shut once again.
Left standing at the foot of the bed, his cum running down my leg, an aching sob wrenched free from my lungs and soul. Loneliness pooled in my heart. The emotional cost of this treatment was too high for the both of us. I fell to my knees as despair washed through me. My ridiculous feelings kept getting in the way, making it impossible to keep our treatments clinical. He wasn’t using me, I was using him. But my body and brain couldn’t get that straight.
Apparently, sex without a relationship was no longer part of my MO. I knuckled frustrated tears away, soaked a cloth in the water of a trumpet flower and scrubbed every drop of him away. Then, I doubted my actions. This mess, the combined fluids of our joining, was my ticket home. No matter how fraught the delivery, this was my medicine. Maybe I should’ve let it soak inside of me for a while.
I couldn’t carry on like this. We couldn’t carry on like this. Something needed to change to make this arrangement work.
After pulling on sequined leggings, I hopped to my suitcase, picked up my brush, and ran it through my hair. Looking good always changed my mood. With a deep-v wrap top cinched at my waist, I headed toward the kitchen and workspace area with my sewing kit. A plan would surface as I worked.
It took a minute for my eyes to adjust from the dim light of the cavern to the bright overhead lights of the impromptu workspace, cooking and eating area. Wrapped in splints and slings, Boolas laughed, Dracks joked and wispy-tipped Tig ears triangulated as they tossed smooth pebbles on the table in frontof them. A female Nacer cradled her head in her hands at an otherwise empty table.
I sat down beside her. White wings fluttered beside me. “Would you like some protective clothing made?” I asked.
Her beak clacked, and I frowned as she limped away in a flurry of feathers, exiting the common space.
D’Rasma’s dark brown skin gleamed in the bright workspace. “Don’t mind Shaheel. She’s just mad that Sisip grounded her because of a clipped wing.”
Laughter rang out from the game players behind me.
“What happened to you?”
A large bandage wrapped the circumference of D’Rasma’s head. “Oh, ya know…a standard concussion. My hoverbike decided it didn’t like me.” His lips pressed into a thin line, but his eyes twinkled as if a joke lurked around every corner. “So, protective clothes…”
“Interested?” I wouldn’t even charge him. It could be a mock-up for my competition portfolio. I bet none of the other competitors would have customized alien designs.
