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Why did that start a freakin’ flood in my underwear? “Um … Okay.”
One fluid motion had him up and off the couch, standing almost right up against me. He looked down at me, and I realized I should have been scared. I should have been running, calling the cops, calling the Goddamn National Guard,something, but all I could do was stare back into those haunting yellow eyes.
Q’on tipped my chin back with a finger. “Do not stop believing in love, Amber of Earth.”
He was so close I could feel his chest rumbling when he talked. So close … all I would have to do is lean forward, just a bit …
Just as quickly as he had stood, he turned and left. I watched the sway of his hips and ass as he walked out onto the deck. One quick leap, and he went under, presumably to go check out that spaceship of his.
I should really have locked that door behind him. Locked it and barricaded it with every piece of furniture that wasn’t bolted down.
But I didn’t. I even went after him and cracked it a bit, leaving it open so he could get in easier whenever he got back.
With that risky behavior accomplished, I turned and went back to my bedroom to change the sheets. I stripped the muddy cotton and tossed it in a hamper, then got out my high-thread-count satin sheets. Why did I get the fancy shit? I don’t know. Maybe Amber of Earth was feeling hopeful.
Amber of Earth was definitely feelingsomething.
This was going to be tough to do without BOB. Ryan had a point, much as I hated to admit it. It damn near took an act of Congress to get me off. Without BOB and his trusty clit licker, I was going to be here all night rubbing to satisfy these urges I was having.
Better get started.
I shimmied out of my leggings and pulled the hoodie over my head, discarding them both to the side to be dealt with later. I was on a mission.
Lying on the soft satin, I spread my legs and toyed with one breast while I ran my fingers through the coarse hair between my legs. Yeah, I could have waxed, but without anyone except BOB to care what was down there, why bother?
Q’on’s assurance of my protection had been super-hot, and my crotch was already soaking wet. I slid my fingers through my lips to moisten them before I started the assault on my clit. I was hornier than I had been since the divorce, and I wasn’t in the mood to play nice with myself. My breath quickened, coming in short bursts as I rubbed myself, picturing Q’on’s bare chest and tight abs the whole time.
Try as I might, though, I couldn’t quite get just the angle I needed. I shifted and squirmed, but nothing seemed to get me over the hump—and hump I did, bed springs creaking all the while.
I gave up on my clit halfway through, opting instead to dip my fingers inside and pump them. That helped some, and I managed to edge myself just to the verge of oblivion before developing a nasty cramp in my arm. I grunted with frustration and shook the cramp out until it faded.
Why did BOB have to breaktodayof all days?
A whimper slipped out of my lips as I struggled with my body, and I damn near jumped out of my skin when Q’on’s voice answered.
“Are you hurt, Amber?”
I screamed and yanked the sheet over me, trying to cover my teats, my ass, and whatever else he had just walked in on. When I looked back at the door, he stood there backlit by the porch light streaming through the French doors in the other room—
—with his cock in hand, at full salute, jacking while he watched me.
“I did not mean to startle,” he said, his voice husky. My heart thumped against my ribs, and I swallowed hard.
“H-how long have you been watching?”
Q’on took a step into the room, still stroking himself. “Long enough.” Another step, and he finally came enough into the light that I could see better. What I saw almost made me come right then and there, and despite my embarrassment, I was tempted to inch closer to get a better look.
Just above the base of his cock, right where BOB’s special attachment would normally sit, was a small, writhing appendage that gave me all kinds of naughty ideas.
Chapter 5
Q’on
Marvelous. Simply marvelous.
I returned at the perfect moment, watching this perfect human specimen pleasure herself. It made myn’rilrise with desire, and I pleasured myself as well while I watched. Amber moaned and mewled and bucked in her bed. The aroma coming off her was thick and heady, a wonderful perfume that only served to solidify my resolve to mate.
I’d tried to hold back. For a species that hides its women’s teats, I did not think that overt sexual advances would be welcomed. All that changed, however, when I caught her in the act.
