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CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

-Clay-

ARCAY’S EYES WIDENED , searching my face. “Do you mean…?”

“Let’s do it,” I said again.

God, he smelled so good. Was that the pheromones or just him? I didn’t care either way, let the hormones, or whatever they were, work their magic. I was going to enjoy this. Now I’d made up my mind, I felt like a weight had lifted off my shoulders. I laughed, almost giddy.

Fuck it.

Hooking my fingers around the back of his neck, I pulled him down to my level, then pressed my lips against his. His mouth remained hard and unyielding, and I pulled back.

“You don’t want to kiss?” I asked.

“What is a kiss?” he said.

I paused.

“Humans do it as a way to show affection. And it feels nice. You guys don’t?”

He shook his head, his face turning a darker shade of purple. Holy shit, was he blushing? And again, I was shocked and incredibly aroused that he was a seven-foot, muscle-bound virgin.

“Do you want me to show you how to do it?” I asked, and he nodded stiffly. “Here, copy what I do.”

I pressed my lips against his and moved them gently, showing him what to do. Slowly, bit by bit, his mouth softened. I hummed in approval, then parted my lips and brushed my tongue against him. He stiffened again for a second, then followed my example, opening up and tentatively stroking his tongue across my bottom lip.

“Mmm, good,” I murmured.

I increased the pressure, opened my mouth wider, waited for him to do the same, then dipped my tongue between his lips. He made a surprised noise that made my already stiffening dick twitch. Suddenly all the stiffness in Arcay melted, and he pressed against me. The kiss turned furious. He grasped either side of my head, then down my neck, onto my shoulder, back to my head again—like he couldn’t decide where he wanted to go. I gripped him back, my hands just as restless on his hot skin.

I’d been with plenty of guys, but this was different. It felt like my first kiss; a pair of desperately horny teenagers around the back of the cruiser shed, discovering themselves and each other for the very first time.

When we finally broke apart, gasping, my lips were sore.

“That is a kiss?” He asked and raised his fingers to his lips.

I nodded. “Yeah,” I said breathlessly. “Pretty much.”

“I like kisses,” he said, and our lips clashed again.

This time, when he pressed his tongue into my mouth, I jerked when it snaked all the way back to nudge at my throat. It invaded me, impossibly long and writhing, until he drew back and I gasped for air.

“Shit,” I rasped.

He held onto my shoulders as if I was going to faint, and, to be honest, after that I might. “I apologize. Did I do the kissing wrong?”

“No, no. That was great.” My mind reeled as I inevitably pictured everything else he could do with that incredibly long, flexible tongue. “Your, uh, your tongue is really freakin' long.”

He frowned. “It is no longer than it should be.”

I had to agree. Aldar were a damn lucky species.

We wasted no time getting back to it. His fingers found their way into my hair and tangled deep. Breaking the kiss, he tugged my head back. He worked his lips across my throat and down to the dip between my collarbones. His teeth brushed my skin there. I closed my eyes and groaned. There was something primal about it that pushed all the right buttons.

I gripped the back of his head as I rose onto my toes and offered my throat up to his mouth, his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I needed him all over me, right fucking now. I fumbled with his clothes, my movements frantic as lust burned through me like a fever. I needed his flesh pressed against mine. I needed it more than anything.

Abruptly, he moved away from me and held me at arm’s length with his grip on my hair. I grunted in frustration and took him in. He looked like he’d been dragged through a hedge backward. His top hung off his wide shoulders, his hair was a tousled mess, golden glints shimmering. A feral sex god. But underneath all that, he hesitated.

“Say it,” he growled. “Give me permission.”

I gasped the word out. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

I snarled. “Yes. Fuck me, take me, claim me. I’m yours. Just do it. Please.”

I’d say anything right then if it meant he’d put his huge, alien cock in me.

He shuddered like my words were the most arousing thing he’d ever heard, and then smiled, exposing his fangs. “As you wish.”

With one hand, he yanked at my shirt. It tore away completely and I gasped. Then I was on the floor with him on top of me, going for my neck again. I tilted my head and he went back to mouthing my throat, then worked his way up my jaw to my ear, closing sharp teeth around the fleshy lobe. I made a guttural noise, willing him to bite down harder. I wanted him to make me feel good, to make me forget about everything that had happened.

He kept sucking and biting my ear as he fumbled with my pants, pawing at my dick through the fabric. I was as desperate for him to get his hands on me as he was, and I wriggled to loosen them. At the same time, I searched for his cock, groping down his body until I found it trapped in his clothes. Fuck, it was huge. My heart stammered at the thought of it inside me; how the hell was it going to fit?

Heat radiated from it through the already damp fabric and I rubbed along its length, my mouth watering. I needed to taste it.

“I wanna suck your dick,” I said urgently.

His only response was a throaty growl. That was good enough for me. I rolled over, pushing him with me, and worked down his body. Finally, I got his clothes off and threw them to the side and his cock stood free in all its glory.

I’d seen the rest of him, but his cock, holy Mary mother of fuck, his cock was huge. The head was bright pink, fading into dark indigo at the base, the shaft veined and ridged like a monster dildo from a novelty sex shop. The entire length was slick with a golden, honey-like gel.

“What is that?”

“My slick,” he said. “You do not have it?”

“Your dick self-lubes?” I said, half-laughing. Well, that was handy. Of course the god of sex would have a self-lubing dick. I grasped it and my fingers barely met. I slid my hand down its length, feeling each ridge nudge against my fingers, and imagined how they’d feel inside me. Shit, I wanted to find out so bad.

Dipping in, I mouthed along his navel, over his thighs. His skin was smooth and soft, completely hairless, and so warm. I dipped my head and ran my tongue along the length of his shaft, tracing each crest. The slick tasted as sweet as it looked. God, how was he so fucking delicious all over? I bet his cum tasted like candy floss, and I couldn't wait to find out.

Above me, Arcay was panting at my every move, his hands clenched on his thighs, trying to contain himself. It was so hot seeing him like this and being the one doing it to him. With only my tongue I was taking him apart. Why hadn’t I done this sooner? I was such an idiot.

I looked up at him through my eyelashes as I traced my tongue over the tip of his cock. He lost it. With a snarl, he grabbed me, tore me off the floor, and flipped me upside down like I didn’t weigh a thing, holding me around the waist with one arm.

“Whoa, what are you—”

With a jerk, he tore my pants off and flung them away. I only had a split second to register the cool air on my cock before the warm wetness of his mouth engulfed it, swallowing me down in one go. I let out a cry. His sharp teeth skimmed against the base of my shaft, and I shivered at the pleasure it sparked. Then he hinged his jaw wider, took my sack into his mouth, closed his lips around both, and sucked.

“Holy fu—” I gasped as my body spasmed. What Arcay lacked in experience and technique, he more than made up for with enthusiasm. He sucked like his sanity depended on it, and the sensation was mind-boggling. I was certain my soul was going to leave my body through my cock — and if this was how I died, so be it.

With one hand, he pushed my head back towards his own dick. It stood rigid an inch from my upside-down face and I fumbled it into my mouth as my body convulsed. It was so big my lips stretched tight around it, my jaw aching. I bobbed up and down on it clumsily and moaned in my throat. Blowjobs were something I had mastered long ago, and I took pride in my ability to deep throat at the drop of a hat, but I could only just fit half of his dick in. Still, I was determined to give as good as I got. Taking shaky breaths through my nose, I worked it like a starving man.

Tension coiled in my belly, and my hips started to move of their own accord, thrusting into his mouth as needy noises escaped around Arcay’s cock. The pressure built, edging me closer and closer to my climax. I was going to explode, upside down, choking on an alien’s monster cock, with my whole junk in his mouth. Not the way I thought it would go, but, as the old song went, que sera.

“Ugh…fuck…I’m gonna come,” I said. Although with my mouth stuffed it came out more like ‘Uh ug u gara ca.’

He must have understood what I meant, because he growled and released my cock and balls. I swore around his shaft and thrust my hips, desperate to have the sensation back.

“Stop,” he grunted.

Fuck, no. I was so close. I tried to form words, but the next moment the world spun as he dumped me on my feet and crowded me up against the viewing screen. My bare chest pressed against it, trapped by his body, and the frigid surface sent tingles shooting through my skin. My dick, hard and aching and wet with saliva, slipped against it frustratingly, and I whimpered at the lack of friction. I was out of my mind with arousal.

His cock pressed into my back, and he flexed his hips, rubbing it against me. I arched back against him, wanting it, needing it inside me already.

“Fuuuuuuck, Arcay. More.” My breath steamed up the glass. “I need more.”

His hand snaked around my body, fingers closing on my nipple. He rubbed and pinched until it was stiff, and, at the same time, he bit down on the side of my neck. I moaned and rolled my hips again in response, but it was woefully inadequate. I almost sobbed with relief when he reached between my body and the cold surface and gripped my jutting cock.

“You do not know how hard it has been to resist you all this time,” he growled into my ear. “I have waited so long for this.”

The hairs on my body stood on end at the deep tone of his voice. God, it was sexy as sin when he spoke like that. I tried to thrust into his hand, but he held me still.

His lips brushed my ear. “And I am not going to let it end so quickly.”

I whined. “Fuck, come on, please.”

I throbbed for release. I longed for his hand to tighten around my dick, for his teeth to close harder on my flesh, for his cock to fill me. I clutched at the smooth surface of the screen with my arms splayed on either side.

Arcay’s voice dropped lower still, until it was nothing but an animal growl. “Who is in charge here?”

It shot straight to my core. My belly tightened. Shit, Arcay was kinky.

“You are,” I breathed.

“That’s right.” He licked up the length of my neck and sucked briefly on my ear. “I am your alpha.”

His dirty talk made my head spin. Usually, I hated talk during sex, but fuck me, this was working a bit too well.

I gasped. “Oh shit.”

His hand tightened on my dick. His teeth closed on my ear. “And if you are a good omega, I will give you what you want.”

“Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.” I was so close to coming, it was insane. All he had to do was move his hand slightly, and I’d tip over the edge.

The simultaneous stimulation on my nipples, cock, and neck was almost too much for me to take. He was all over me, touching me everywhere.

“Not yet, little omega,” Arcay growled against my neck.

His hand left my nipple and traced down my back towards my ass.

“Who is your alpha?”

“Oh god.” I shuddered again, my breath coming in desperate pants. “You are.”

His fingers traced down my crack, the pad of one of them lightly brushed against my entrance. My chest hitched. He circled it and my hips moved on their own, circling with him. Mary, Joseph, and tiny baby Jesus — I needed him inside me like I needed oxygen.

I turned my head to the side to plead with him, and his lips captured mine, thrusting his tongue inside. At the same time, he eased his finger in.

“Oh, yes.”

He curled his finger and stroked at my inner walls, making me twitch with every movement. Then drew it in and out achingly slow, working me open.

“And who is my omega?” he rumbled against my lips.

“I am.”

He inserted a second finger.

“That’s right.”

Another finger. I clenched around him.

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

“Do you want more?”

“Y-yes, please.”

He picked up the pace and splayed his fingers, stretching me out. I moved with them, riding the sweet sensation until all at once they disappeared and I groaned at the emptiness. I didn't have long to complain though, because a second later the blunt head of his cock pressed against my entrance and my stomach dropped at the sheer size of it. No fucking way was it going to fit. Nevertheless, I pressed back, head spinning, eager for the fullness it promised. I’d give it my best fucking shot.

He teased me, applying enough pressure to begin to stretch me over it, and then withdrawing.

“Fuck. Arcay, please,” I babbled, the words falling from my mouth like gibberish. “I’m yours, I’m all yours. Fuck. Please, you’re my alpha. Give it to me. I need it. Please. I belong to you.”

He made a noise in his throat, a helpless groan, and this time he didn't pull back. After a moment of agonizing pressure, he finally shoved inside me, and I cried out.

His cock was so big that just the tip made me writhe at the burn. Even seeing its size for myself wasn’t enough to prepare me. He felt even larger inside me. My body shook as he pushed in further, slick with his lube, entering a fraction at a time and stretching me impossibly wide. I bit down on my lip.

“Is it too much?” Arcay panted.

I shook my head, unable to form words. Sweat beaded on my neck and ran down my back.

“Are you sure?” His voice was strained, riding the edge of control. “I can stop — ”

The thought of him stopping was enough for me to find my voice again. “No…keep going,” I gasped.

Further. Further. He took it slow, letting me adjust. Each rib of his cock sent a jolt through me. By the time he stopped, my head was spinning.

“I cannot go any further. I do not want to hurt you.”

I couldn't say anything, I was so impossibly full I’d lost the power of speech. All I could do was concentrate on breathing. He held there, letting me acclimatize as he stroked my dick. Quicker than I expected, the burn faded and was replaced with a tingling sensation that spread across my ass and up my body. There must be something in his lube that eased it.

But then what else would you expect from a sex god?

“Are you ready?” he asked against the back of my neck. I nodded, a quick wobble of my head. He eased out a fraction, and then in again. Fuck, it felt so good. Because of his slick, there was no drag, just the mind blowing sensation of fullness that grew with each thrust.

He picked up the pace. I made nonsense noises and pushed back into him. Every ridge on his dick slid against my sensitive ring of muscle like an electric shock straight to my spinal cord.

All at once, my legs gave way. He caught me as I sank to my knees and followed me down until we were both kneeling, his arms wrapped around my chest to hold me up.

His fingers were still rolling my nipples, his mouth on my neck, while his other hand worked me in rhythm with his thrusts, and soon he was ramming into me, his impossibly huge cock slamming into my sweet spot again and again. Tears ran down my cheeks. My head flopped loosely back onto his shoulder, and my eyes rolled up in my head as everything in me surrendered to his control.

Then my body tensed, the tension spilled over, and my orgasm smashed into me. I cried out as thick white ropes of cum exploded from me, landing across my stomach, on the floor and across Arcay’s pumping hand. He didn’t stop fucking into me, hitting that spot again and again as my body pulsed, keeping me on that crest.

A moment later he went rigid, each muscle straining against me. He let out a strangled roar, his cock spasming deep inside me, and his warm fluid filling me. I’d never felt anything like it before. Tingling energy raced through every nerve of my body, enveloping me in a blanket of bliss.

And then — suddenly, somehow — the feeling doubled. It felt like I was experiencing two orgasms at the same time, both building and twisting together. The pleasure was so great that it was almost excruciating. I cried out again, tears streaming down my face and my body shook and shuddered. The double waves crashed through me again and again, not letting up. My vision whited out. I was helpless to do anything but ride the peaks as they pushed me higher, higher, higher.

Just when I couldn't take anymore, the throbbing pleasure eased into a cloud of bliss. The tingling sensation enveloped me, and I floated, only distantly aware of Arcay pressed behind me, and the field of stars in front.

When my brain could function again, we were both flopped forward, his body pressed on top of mine. His length still filled me, and our skin was slick and tacky with sweat. He held onto me tightly as I gasped for breath, his body twitching and shuddering.

Once he had his breath back, Arcay pulled out carefully. His warm fluid spilled from me and coated my thigh. He fell to the floor next to me and I rolled over, flinging my limp arm around his chest. I let out a breath, my body turning to liquid against his. I tucked my face into the curve between his neck and shoulder, nuzzling him as he stroked my back, leaving tingling trails on my skin. I could have fallen asleep right there, but something nagged at the back of my brain. I tried to push it away, but it niggled at me, insistent.

My brain was fuzzy, but slowly I realized something was…different.

I was happy. Almost too happy. I felt like I was going to burst from it. And there was more too; euphoria and bliss, and satisfaction, and relief — like I’d achieved a lifelong ambition.

I frowned into his neck. I mean, yeah, it was great sex, hands down the best I’d ever had. But it wasn't like I'd been waiting for it my whole life.

My thoughts moved sluggish, the gears spinning slowly. The emotions came with a layer of separation, almost like they were superimposed over my own. Almost like they weren’t mine.

I stiffened.

Wait.

Were those his emotions?

This didn't make any sense. I must have blown a fuse.

But no, I could feel him. On my body — his hand on my skin, his side pressed against me, the rise and fall of his chest under my arm — but also inside my head.

I had no idea how I knew, but I just did. His presence expanded in my consciousness like a flame coming to life, growing and growing until it took up too much room.

I was dimly aware that his hand stopped stroking me. Inside, a cloud of worry misted over intense happiness.

No, it couldn't be. Was that his worry? And his happiness?

“Are you alright, Clay?”

I could feel his emotions. And, like the dawning of a terrible sun, I realized he could feel mine too.

I couldn’t speak.

He pulled away from me and sat up, moving to look at my face.

“What is it? What’s wrong?”

I shook my head, numb.

“Did I do something wrong? Was I too rough?”

My fear grew in tandem with his concern. I felt all of his emotions and he could feel all of mine. There was nowhere for me to hide.

I staggered to my feet, and ran.