Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 390(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
He’s silent for a long moment, and it worries me. I want him to have ideas. I desperately need someone with knowledge to hold my hand through all of this, because I’m scared and adrift between the alien kidnapping and the memory loss. R’jaal glances out at the shadows and then back to me. “We can make him think you belong to me. He does not like to see me touching you.” He gestures at our hands. “He stirred when we did this.”
“Fantastic. Wonderful. Let’s do that.” Maybe it’s anxiety—or our cave-dwelling peeping Tom—but I am all on board with this. Flashes of the earlier grind session drift through my mind and my pussy clenches reflexively. Are we going to rub each other off again? Why does the thought excite me so much? Shouldn’t I be more upset?
But it’s R’jaal here with me. R’jaal who acts like my touch is somehow the most important thing in the universe. That being with me here in this shitty cave and protecting me is his sworn duty. He looks at me like I’m a goddess…and he looks at me like he wants to eat me with a spoon. I love both versions, and I’m not scared of him.
“Do you trust me?” R’jaal asks.
“Of course.” There’s no hesitation in my mind. “You’re the only thing keeping me sane right now.”
“And you will let me touch you?” His thumb rubs over the inside of my wrist. “To give you pleasure?”
My pussy clenches again. “When you say you want to pleasure me to scare him off…what are we referring to?” There has to be a language barrier here, because what I think of when he says he wants to pleasure me is something very different than hand-holding. “I might need some clarification.”
“Say the word and I will stop at once,” he whispers, and then puts a hand on my shoulder, bearing me down to the cave floor.
I let him take the lead, because my brain is short-circuiting. This is not what I think it means. We’re probably going to sleep again. That has to be what this is. As I lie back on the uncomfortable rock and he folds the fur and puts it under my head, I figure I’m right.
But then R’jaal pushes my thighs apart and gazes down at my sprawled body with reverence. I’m not wearing panties, and I feel completely exposed under his attention. He leans in and rubs his mouth against the inside of my thigh, leaving no doubt in my mind what he meant when he said pleasure me.
He did ask to lick my pussy when we first met. I haven’t forgotten that.
I’m thinking of it right now as he brushes his lips higher up my thigh, heading for the exact spot I was so very positive he wasn’t going to be aiming for. But then his mouth is there, and his tongue glides through my folds, and I make a strangled sound.
I didn’t have this in mind.
Okay, that’s a lie, I did. But I didn’t really think he’d hit the same conclusion I did. I’m a horny fandom beast and he’s an alien. A growling alien who cradles my buttocks in his hands as if he’s feasting on a platter and lifting it to his mouth. “Your taste is incredible.”
“Th-thank you?” What does one say to that?
He’s purring wildly, the sound so loud that it feels as if it’s flooding the cave. R’jaal licks me again, this time with a slow, languid stroke of his tongue that grazes over my clit. I suck in a shuddering breath as he reverently laps at it again, fascinated by that small bit of flesh. “So perfect,” he murmurs, and then glances up at me. “Touch me.”
Right, because I need to look like something other than a shell-shocked idiot. I grab one of his horns and he makes a pleased sound, dipping his head to lick me once more. The tip of his tongue makes me squirm, and hot arousal coils through me. This time, when I make a sound, it’s a moan of pleasure. His tongue is teasing against the sides of my clit, the kind of touch I like the most.
There’s a rustling sound just outside of the cave, and I look over to see the shadows shifting with movement. Oh. It’s our creepy jailer, and he’s leaving. I’m a little weirded out that we’re doing this in front of him, but R’jaal was right, he doesn’t like the sight of me in another man’s arms.
R’jaal’s mouth closes over my clit and he sucks, and the sensation is so incredible I grab his other horn, gasping, and hold on like I’m clutching a pair of handlebars. Our captor is gone. I can tell him to stop. That this isn’t necessary.
But he makes a sound of pleasure again, and then sucks on my clit once more, and all thoughts of stopping drift out of my mind. R’jaal lifts his head with a noisy, wet slurp, and I should be utterly horrified at the sound of how wet I am, but I’m not. It feels too incredible. He presses his brow to my thigh, as if he’s having trouble controlling himself. “So good, R’slind. I want to devour you like the sweetest fruit.”