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“Going to take care of my needs, are you?”
His hand, the one that was in mine, crept forward, oh so softly—allowing me to hold him back at any moment, despite the fact that he could manhandle me into whatever position he wanted. When it slithered down the front of my jeans, right along the hard ridge my cock was becoming, I hissed and pushed against him.
Like he knew every quirk of my wants, he scraped his stubbled jaw against the sensitive skin on my neck at the same time, and ground his own cock into my backside. Was it as big as it felt? Gods, if it was, would it even fit?
The whimper I let out was more than a little embarrassing, but forget that. I wasn’t going to be embarrassed by this alien knowing my body better than most of the human men I’d slept with. At the moment, with us lying in a pile of blankets on a crashed spaceship, trying to stave off the cold, I was going to take what he gave me, and I was going to enjoy every damn second of it. Of life.
CHAPTER8
JAX
My mind buzzed. My first star mark sparked with understanding. Lyr had gifted me insight into strategy when I had first meditated in its light. Both battle and fucking required strategy for victory, and I meant to win Wesley’s pleasure.
When I curled around his back, Wesley pressed against me, tipping his head back to expose the smooth skin of his throat. He liked that, his desire thrumming through me as I dragged my cheek, my lips, across the soft hollow beneath his ear.
Under his strange, thickly woven trousers, his cock was rigid in my grip. It was smooth, like silk over steel, but warmer than the cloth woven from spikdari threads. His skin moved with my stroke, a gentle pull, and he shuddered against me.
“I suspect we would be warmer skin to skin, Wesley.”
His cheeks had gone a warm pink. His lips hung slightly open as he nodded. “Yeah, um. Yeah, that makes sense.”
But I didn’t think he was especially concerned with heat as he kicked off his shoes and undid a clasp that loosened his trousers. He wiggled, pushing them down, bunching his clothes into the corner of our nest.
I slid my hands up the back of his shirt, splaying my fingers as wide as they could go. He was solittle—so much smaller than any lover I’d ever had. My hand stretched nearly across the whole width of him.
I had to see for myself. I dragged his shirt over his head and leaned down to run my lips across his shoulder. “So delicate,” I whispered into his skin.
Wesley huffed, but that did not stop him from arching his back, rubbing his round ass against my groin in time with the slow stroke of my hand.
“’M not,” he protested.
My chuckle was warm, trapped in the curve between his shoulder and svelte neck.
“You are.” With a grin, I brushed the edge of my teeth across his skin. A red line flushed in my wake, and he gasped. “I like it, Wesley. Your lines are graceful, your body so soft, but you are brave. With the heart of a warrior. I am happy to tend and please you.”
He turned into the cushions beneath us to hide his moan. I did not mind, while I could feel his need thrumming through my marrow as if it were my own.
Wesley wiggled back. Him rubbing his pert little ass against my trapped cock felt wonderful, but only half as wonderful as the spike of need that sang through us both when I flicked the pad of my thumb across his slit.
He did not make much precome—not like Thorzi, who wept with it, slick and tingling so we were always ready to fuck. Already, I felt the wetness trapped inside my trousers. They would need to dry.
I undid the laces. There was no sense in getting them messier. When I shifted my hips back, Wesley whimpered his protest, glancing back over his shoulder with narrowed eyes.
I kissed his cheek and then the corner of his swollen lips. “Do not worry, my Wesley. I would weld myself to you rather than leave you desperate for release.”
His eyes narrowed again, but all his surliness disappeared when I kissed him again, sliding my tongue between his lips. He gasped, opening himself up for me to fuck his mouth, thrusting in and out while his tongue strained against mine.
The heat we were creating in this nest could only be good. When we were through, I would close it in, curl myself around him and keep him warm the whole night through. But now, I would chase that twitch of his cock, the pulsing pleasure beating so close to the surface.
I eased my cock out of my trousers, pushed them down my hips as far as I could. When I thrust forward, the base of my cock found the space between his ass cheeks, Wesley’s flesh spread to a seam that trapped me in heat.
As I thrust between his cheeks, the ridges along the underside of my cock skirted over his hole. He groaned.
“Oh my god, you’rebumpy.” His legs clamped together, but he pushed back, like he was not sure whether he wanted to pull away or open himself to me.
“So that you can feel every movement, my Wesley, so that your body can hold me inside.” I thrust again, matching the movement with a stroke of my hand.
He shuddered. “Too big,” he protested.
