Page 85 of Alien Jeopardy

Dicks don’t do that back home, that’s for damn sure.

Not that I’m complaining. My body tightens up in anticipation, and I have half a mind to hop on top and have some fun.

But no.

I want to show him that I’m pleased with him, and I’ve never had anyone turn down a good old-fashioned blow job.

He is definitely the first I’ve been with who didn’t demand one, though.

I lick up and down, working up the courage to put my mouth around him. When I finally do, Rex is tense all over, his thigh muscles standing out and his stomach twitching in anticipation.

“Fuck, hyrulis, you tease me with your wicked mouth.”

I bob up and down, trying to get used to the strange sensation of a pulsing dick—but I must be a coward because it’s… well, it’s just not for me.

His cock leaves my mouth, and I wipe my lips with the back of my hand. “I can’t get you off like that—I’m not used to the skithing thing. I could get used to it, though.”

“Good,” Rex tells me, his fingers gripping my hips and pulling me upright. “I want to come deep inside you. It’s where I belong, and you know it too, even if you don’t want to admit it yet, my Ellison.”

With that, he lines himself up with me and I slam down, then luxuriate in the delicious feel of him. Whatever the skithing is, it feels much better on my G-spot than my uvula or whatever.

The longer we tangle together, sweaty and breathless, the more I think he might be right.

He might have a point about belonging there, because I’ve never felt this good in my entire life.

In that moment right before orgasm, as my body builds closer and closer to release, I see it all with a clarity that I’m sure later I’ll blame on hormones—but I can see it.

I can see a future with Ka-Rexsh.

It’s full of laughter, and comfort, and pleasure, and safety.

And partnership.

He could be a partner, and so much more.

The orgasm rips through me at the same time as that epiphany, and I sag against him, exhausted and happy and nervous all at once.

I like Ka-Rexsh, and I’m pretty sure I could love him, too.

Possibilities run through my head as he runs his hand down my bare back and over the thick curve of my ass.

“I like every bit of you, but this part,” he squeezes, and I laugh. “This part is my favorite, I think.”

My alien is an ass man. Who would have thought?

I smile broadly at him, and he returns it, kissing the tip of my nose, then my mouth.

The comms tablet chimes where we set it to charge last night. Rex pulls away from me slowly, and I sluggishly roll from the low platform of the bed, his release still hot and dripping from within me.

“I’m going to have to clean up before I can answer that,” I tell him.

He smirks from the bed, the low pre-dawn light filtering in through the tiniest of windows just above ground level, casting him in greys and greens.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell him.

“You honor me,” he says, the smirk replaced by solemnity. A hand settles over his heart, talons missing on all five of his fingers now.

The sight—and knowledge of the reason why they’re gone—makes me blush, and I clamber into the pool before I get any more embarrassed.