Page 19 of My Alien Angel (Supernova Casanovas #6)
Fin
Omni says something in his sharp language and I’d give everything I own to understand him, because the emotions swirling behind his eyes are so intense my chest constricts in response.
This is a terrible idea. I’ve never been good at no-strings-attached sex.
My strings are always quick to attach themselves and I already like Omni too much to simply let him go.
Having sex will only make the attachment worse, unless he’s really bad at it but, judging by the way he lavished my tits with attention, I doubt it.
I think we both know this is a bad idea, but neither of us is willing to stop.
If tonight is all we have, then we’re making the most of it.
Fuck, why didn’t I try to kiss him days ago?
Right. Because back then he didn’t have the words to explain things to me and didn’t want to take things further until I knew what he was. A freaking alien. I’m naked in front of a freaking alien!
Fuck. I probably should have asked him about alien sexual practices because I’m not really into anal probes.
I mean, they could be fun in theory, but that TV guy didn’t seem too happy about his alien experience.
God! I still can’t believe aliens are real and that I— “Oh! Fuck, yes!” Omni lowers his head and now I have an alien tongue licking my pussy. Fuck!
His tongue immediately finds my clit, a feat nearly impossible for most human men, flicking it a few times before gently sucking it into his mouth.
Moaning, my hips arch and my legs spread wide to give him better access.
Chuckling, he hoists my knees over his shoulders, the feathers tickling my feet as his wings flutter back and forth, as if he has little control over them at the moment.
Probing my pussy with his fingers, Omni enters me first with one, then adds another, curling them upwards just the way I like.
How does he know what I like? Is he telepathic?
I should have asked so many more questions before jumping into bed with him, but I’ve been lusting after him for so long nothing else seemed important.
“Relax, Infinity,” he rumbles against my clit before resuming teasing me with his tongue.
His fingers reach my pleasure zone and begin rubbing against my G-spot, sliding in and out of me like I pray his cock soon will.
Each glorious motion pushes me closer and closer to ecstasy but it’s not until Omni whispers something that I swear is alien for “come for me” that I finally shatter, my legs closing around his head, squeezing his face so close to my pussy I doubt he can breathe.
He keeps up his ministrations, prolonging my orgasm with every flick of his tongue and thrust of his fingers, setting off fresh waves of ecstasy that crest and retreat, drowning me in bliss.
“Fuck…” is all I manage to say, not quite back on planet Earth. Wait, we are still on planet Earth, right? Forcing my eyes to focus, I confirm that we’re still in my bedroom before promptly closing them again. “Fuck.”
“Yes,” Omni chuckles, blowing air onto my overstimulated clit. “Now?”
“Abso-freakin-lutely.” I pat the bed next to me. “Come here and show me that alien cock.” Alien cock. I suppress a squeal. I’m gonna get fucked by an actual alien cock. It’s like a nerd’s wet dream.
Instead of lying next to me, Omni stands beside the bed.
At first, I don’t understand why but one look at his wings, and I realize the explanation.
“Oh. Right. You probably can’t lie comfortably on your back.
” What a shame. I would have loved to ride him.
To ride an alien with angel wings. Jesus Christ. Am I dreaming?
“Normally I can but my wing makes pain,” Omni explains, pointing to his wing. To the one that was broken when he fell from the sky.
I can’t believe I thought he was acting every time he winced and flinched as the broken wing moved.
I even wondered how he’d managed to fix it without a repair kit, when it was just his damned bones healing all along.
God, I’m so stupid. I could have at least offered him some painkillers or something.
“I’m sorry you were in pain and I didn’t believe you. ”
“That is okay, Fin. I did not have words for explain. I feared you fear me if you know, so I not tried explain.”
“Well, I did freak out pretty hard when I thought you were an ex-soldier, so yeah. I can see where you’re coming from. But I’m not afraid of you. Unless you have, like, spikes on your cock.” I suspiciously eye the bulge in his pants. “You don’t, do you?”
Laughing, he unzips his pants. “No spikes. Similar like human cock. Little different. You want to see?”
“Heck yes!”
Omni drags his pants down enough for his cock to spring free.
“Wow.” It’s…big. Fortunately, it’s like a porn star big, not a baseball bat big.
It will be a tight fit but not one that would send me to hospital.
Scooting closer, I reach for that marvel of alien biology, letting my hand hover over it. “May I?”
“Yes,” Omni replies, his exhale slightly strained as I slide one finger up his length. “You touch what you want.”
“Don’t mind if I do,” I giggle. “Just tell me if something I do is uncomfortable.” I don’t think anything will be, though.
His cock really does seem a lot like a human cock.
Except… “What are these?” I ask, running my palm over several noticeable ridges creating rings around the girth of his thick shaft.
They should be fun rubbing against my inner walls. “Do they have a purpose?”
Chuckling, Omni wraps his hand around mine, encouraging me to squeeze tighter. “Yes. Purpose is partner’s pleasure.”
“Oh.” It must be nice to have a cock that’s ribbed for pleasure, but perhaps females of Omni’s kind have a harder time achieving orgasm and need the extra push.
Despite having just come, I don’t think I will need much stimulation.
Just holding this amazing cock in my hand has my breath catching in my throat and my heart rate speeding up.
My pussy won’t stop clenching hungrily as if it can’t wait to take him inside.
I need to ask about something else, though.
“Can we, uh… I don’t suppose humans can get pregnant with your people, right?
” That would be ridiculous. We’re a completely different species. There’s no way—
“Maybe. Humans seem…compatible.”
My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets with how hard they bulge. “What?! Are you telling me that humans can get pregnant with your kind?”
“I did not see human pregnant with Quintran but I saw human pregnant with Syndoran. I saw Silithrae pregnant with human. Very compatible.”
I drop his cock as if it were on fire and scoot back on the bed.
“I’m absolutely not having a half alien baby when his father isn’t even going to be on the same planet!
” Fuck! How does one even give birth to a baby with wings?
I imagine it’s difficult enough to birth a baby without wings.
But… How cute would a tiny Omni with my eyes be?
A little angel with blonde hair and tiny wings?
Damn, how does one even raise a child that can fly away during a tantrum?
And why am I even thinking about an alien baby?
Omni is leaving and there’s no way I’m getting pregnant with him. “Will human condoms work?”
“Not fear. I have, um, thing,” Omni says unhelpfully, pointing down to his cock. “Not pregnant.”
“You have a medical condition that makes you sterile, or you have some sort of birth control implant?”
Eyes gleaming, Omni nods vigorously. “Yes. Implant. Pregnant control implant.”
“Right.” I suppose birth control must sound weird to him when he can’t actually give birth. But how awesome is it that aliens actually invented male birth control instead of forcing females to stuff their bodies full of hormones? “Okay. If it works…?”
“Yes, works. No babies. Fin will not pregnant with me.”
He could be lying, of course, but I’ve already determined that I trust him.
Besides, what would be the point? To sow alien seed among gullible human females?
I’d imagine aliens would have better things to do.
Or more efficient methods. “Fine. Let’s just…
” I shift awkwardly. Pregnancy talk is one heck of a mood killer.
As usual, Omni magically picks up on my mood. “Want more later? Or I taste you again?”
Oh god. Did he seriously just offer to eat me out again? My pussy clenches in what is a clear “yes” but I shush it. I want Omni’s cock. The long, thick, ribbed, non-baby-making cock. “Kiss me,” I practically moan.
Standing on the bed, I’m taller than Omni, so this time it’s him craning his neck to reach. He doesn’t seem to mind, wrapping both arms around me as our tongues tangle together in a symphony of pure bliss I can taste myself and it’s more erotic than it has any right to be.
His rigid cock pokes into my thighs, smearing pre-cum everywhere, but Omni doesn’t push for more, seemingly content with spending the evening just kissing.
I’m not. Dropping to my knees, I’m now eye to eye with his cock.
A bead of gray-ish pre-cum forms on the tip, allowing me to gingerly swipe it off with my thumb.
“If this kills me, make sure they engrave ‘Killed by alien cock’ on my tombstone,” I groan as I suck my thumb in my mouth, the rich flavor exploding on my tongue.
It tastes like salted caramel which, granted, isn’t my favorite flavor in the world, but it definitely beats human cum flavor.
Omni cups the side of my face, his expression tender as he shakes his head. “Not kill. Not hurt you. Never.”