Page 19 of My Alien Bughead (Supernova Casanovas #4)

Chapter 19

Lucía

D’Aakh says nothing, just stares at me in disbelief. The moment stretches on long enough for me to realize what I’m doing and reel back, mortified.

Did I just tell him I’ll only accept his apology if he shows me his cock? Isn’t that like textbook sexual harassment? ?Dios mío! Am I the sexual predator here?

“Fuck, sorry,” I mutter, grateful that the layer of dust on my cheeks hides my furious blush. “I’m not… I didn’t… I shouldn’t…”

As I blabber, I realize I’m still crouched down by his feet. Talking to his cock. Oh my god, could this get any more awkward?

I try to stand up but D’Aakh’s hand darts forward and grabs my shoulder. “Don’t,” he says, his voice so strained I barely understand what he’s saying. There are deep gouges on the wall where his hands were before, as if he dug into the rock to stop himself from reaching for me.

Looking up at the male, his face is drawn so tight he could be in pain but his ahni are glowing bright red, like when he kissed me before. Right before his expression changed to one of absolute disgust. He doesn’t look disgusted now, though. No, he looks like he’s barely holding himself together.

Another drop of pre-cum drips from D’Aakh’s cock and splatters on the tunnel floor, the sound obscenely loud in the otherwise silent tunnel, interrupted only by our strained breathing.

“Don’t?” I ask, hoping he might elaborate on what I’m not supposed to be doing. His hand is still preventing me from standing up, keeping me on the ground in front of him as if I’m about to give him a blowjob. Was I about to give him a blowjob?

“Don’t go,” he rasps, tightening his grip on my shoulder. “You can touch me. Touch me, Lucía.”

The way he wraps his alien tongue around my name has me shivering involuntarily. Shifting my weight, I try to ignore my aching calves but it’s no good. “Fine, but lie down,” I order. “My legs hurt, and I’m getting a crick in my neck from looking up at you.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he half teases half chokes out. In a lightning-quick motion, he strips off the FrenCorp coveralls he stole from god knows where and lies down on the uneven floor.

There must be at least a dozen stones digging into various parts of his body but he doesn’t seem to care. I might be a mean bitch but I’m kind of liking the idea of him being uncomfortable. After all, he’s been a dick to me for days.

His cock twists and curls as if trying to reach for me. I watch it moving in complete fascination before finally sitting down on his naked thighs. D’Aakh grunts and shifts, a rock probably digging into his ass. “Quiet,” I shush him, positively drunk on the power I have over him right now.

Clenching his fists and being a good soldier, D’Aakh obeys my command, limiting himself to breathy moans and whimpers as I run my finger down the length of his cock.

“Marvelous.” The top side is covered in overlapping chitin scales that normally protect the organ when it is flaccid. Now, however, they barely cover a portion of him. They’re somewhat flexible and I bet the ridges between them would feel amazing inside my pussy.

The bottom side of D’Aakh’s cock is smooth, with several thick veins throbbing just under his skin. I trail one of them up to the head of his cock, pausing to admire the ring of barbs just underneath the head. They’re lying flat now, nothing but little bumps used to amplify the female’s pleasure. If I didn’t know what they could do, I’d dismiss them as unimportant. Having read about them, though, I tickle them with my fingers, seeing if I can get them to expand.

D’Aakh whimpers in what could either be absolute pleasure or total agony. Or both. He doesn’t stop me, though, and judging by the steady stream of pre-cum dripping onto my hands, I’d say he’s enjoying himself.

I should stop. There are much more important things we should be dealing with right now. Explosions, corporate wars, the threat of imminent death. But despite all of that, or maybe because of it, my need for D’Aakh’s cock grows stronger.

After all, the galactic sex candy store just made a special delivery right to my door. I won’t refuse the goodies just because two mega-rich corporations decided to wage war over the floating piece of rock I happen to live on. I’m going to enjoy every last bit of this exceptional candy in front of me. Then I’m going to deal with two mega-rich corporations waging war over the floating piece of rock I live on.

Satisfied with my reasoning, I grab D’Aakh’s cock with both hands, tightening my grip as I work him up and down. The chitin scales feel bumpy against my palms and I can’t wait to experience having them inside.

“Lucía…” D’Aakh moans my name like a prayer. “Please…”

Standing up, I grin at the sound of his desperate groaning whimper. “What?” I tease. “Do you think you’ve earned the right to finish inside my pussy, eh? What makes you think I won’t just leave you down here, forever unsatisfied? And,” I smack away his hand that has been stealthily sneaking toward his weeping cock, “don’t you dare touch yourself. This cock is mine and I decide what happens to it.”

“Oh, galaxies,” he groans. His nails scraping against the tunnel floor as he tries to grab onto something.

“Mhm. Galaxies.” My chuckle is a little breathless as I quickly shed my own clothes under his hungry gaze. “No touching,” I warn him before sitting astride his thighs once again.

D’Aakh whines. “But why?”

“Because you’ve been a bad boy. Also, because your fingers are a mess.” We’re both covered in dust, which is hardly a hygienic prerequisite to having sex but aside from that, his fingers are bleeding in several places and some of his nails are torn or chipped. I want to have fun, not deal with lacerations or infection in my most sensitive places.

“I was looking for you.” His eyes are closed. A single tear escapes, making a wet trail through the dirt on his face. “Digging through the rubble. I thought… I can’t lose you, Lucía. Not you too.”

His heartfelt declaration steals the breath from my lungs. I picture him desperately digging, clawing at rock and wreckage, calling my name. I’d heard him. Even trapped under all of that rubble, I’d heard him call out to me. It was the sound of pure anguish and despair.

“Ssh.” I shift forward and kiss his lips. It was supposed to be a soft, innocent kiss. Something to comfort and reassure but of course, since we’re both naked and horny as hell, it’s turned instantly passionate. Desperate. Hungry.

His cock, trapped between our bodies, moves, wriggling around as it searches for an entrance into my body. D’Aakh’s arms wrap around me, crushing me against his chest and ensuring I can’t move an inch.

“Hey!” I lightly nip at his lip and mock-glare. “I said no touching!”

Groaning, D’Aakh releases me and goes back to gouging the tunnel floor. “Why do I get the feeling you enjoy tormenting me?” he grumbles.

“Because I do? And,” I reach between our bodies to grab his cock, “it feels like you enjoy being tormented. Now, I really want to fuck you. But…can you not do that barb thingy? I really want to try it sometime but this might not be the time to be stuck together for hours. You know, since we’re trapped in this tunnel and should be searching for a way out. Not to mention, the million other problems we have.”

D’Aakh frowns. “The barb fusion? I wouldn’t do that without your consent. It’s…it’s something that’s only reserved for mates that we wish to bond with.”

“Huh. O’Kko must be serious with lots of mates, then.”

D’Aakh rolls his eyes. “O’Kko is a porn star. Most of it is just playacting. And just how do you know so much about O’Kko and Krestilian anatomy?”

“I watch porn.” My eyes pierce D’Aakh with a firm glare. “I’m a big girl with needs and I’m not ashamed of it. I masturbate. I have sex with males.” That earns me a furious growl from D’Aakh, which only incites me to tease him further. “All kinds of males. Syndorans, Lakhartans, Karetelans… I think the Lakhartan cock was the best so far. Ataxi would be awesome too, if they weren’t such mindless brutes.”

His cock jerks, nearly escaping my grip, and his nails scrape against the floor. “Fuck… Please, Lucía. I need you,” he begs breathlessly, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard. Ever. “Are you going to fuck me or continue tormenting me by talking about other males while we’re naked together?”

“Hmm. I’m not s—”

I can almost hear his impressive self-control finally snap. “Oh, shut the fuck up already,” he growls and grabs my hips.

I fancy myself a strong woman, but I’m nothing compared to D’Aakh. Nothing. He manhandles me like a doll, guiding my hips over him, his cock sliding between my pussy lips until it finds my opening. Then he brings me down, shoving his whole glorious length inside of me at once.

Crying out as the pleasure surges through me, my orgasm catches me completely unprepared. I clench around D’Aakh’s cock, squeezing so tightly he groans, my body shuddering in the rhythm of the powerful pulsation between my legs.

D’Aakh doesn’t move inside me, his hands travel up my body instead. He weighs my breasts in his hands, then teases my nipples. Now it’s me who’s reduced to nothing but a moaning, whimpering mess.

Once the strongest waves of my orgasm subside, D’Aakh grabs my hips again and lifts me up with admirable ease.

I’m not thin or willowy by any sense of the words. My weight is not measured in soft, sexy curves but in hardened muscles instead. I’m a physically strong woman with “curves” in all the “wrong” places, like on my biceps and thighs. Personally, I’ve never had a problem with it. My body is my body and I love every part of it. If a male ever made a crude comment about my arms being thicker than his? The best he could hope for was a chance to quietly leave my bedroom. If he kept at it, he got his ass kicked.

D’Aakh doesn’t seem to mind the shape of my body from what I can gather by the grunting sounds of his approval. He kneads my firm thighs eagerly before moving his hands back up to my hips.

Leaning into his chest for support, I give D’Aakh control because my brain is currently out of order. I’d suspected the chitin scales on top of his cock would feel good, but seriously? Those chitin scales? Fucking amazing!

What’s even better is the feeling of D’Aakh’s cock moving inside of me. Like, not just sliding back and forth through my channel like a normal, well-behaved cock would but actually moving, curling, twirling, and straightening like one of those fancy battery operated sex toys back on Earth, teasing sensitive spots inside my pussy that even I didn’t know existed.

“Fuck, yes!” I cry out as D’Aakh hits a particularly mind-shattering spot. He grinds our hips together, his powerful grip preventing me from altering our position. The only thing still in motion is his cock, the tip of it assaulting that particular spot over and over until stars explode in my vision for the second time.

As I clamp down on his cock, D’Aakh groans. Several rough, animalistic strokes later, he stills, his cock pulsating inside of me as he reaches his own orgasm.

“Fuck…”

Collapsing onto his chest fully, I’m panting and unable to utter a sound. D’Aakh’s heart is right beneath my ear, beating so fast it threatens to burst through his sternum. Mine is the same.

He wraps his arms around me, holding me in a gentle embrace. “That was…”

“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.” Neither of us has words to describe the life-altering experience.

Groaning, D’Aakh shifts his hips. The motion sending more shivers of pleasure through me. “Fuck. I swear this rock I’m lying on is about to penetrate my ass.”

A drunken giggle escapes me. “That sounds so hot. Let’s do that next time.”

He smacks my ass. “You know, zeeva , sometimes I don’t know whether to kiss you or strangle you.”

“I feel exactly the same.” I sigh. It seems the only area we’re compatible in is sex.

I don’t want to break the spell just yet, but there’s a million questions whirling in my mind and I need to ask at least one. Mainly because, despite pretending to be all casual and carefree about what just happened, I feel very vulnerable now. “Back on the ship, when we kissed… You looked at me like…” Like he was disgusted by my mere presence. I don’t say that out loud because even thinking about it has me tensing up. If he gives me that look again, right after we’ve just fucked and while his cock still inquisitively explores the inside my pussy, it will hurt. Him. Because this time, I will definitely bash his head in.

He’s quiet and I get the feeling he’d rather not be having this conversation. Well, bad luck, because we are having it and if the only way to get him to talk about his feelings is to fuck him, then I shall sacrifice myself and fuck him over and over until he tells me what’s going on with him.

“D’Aakh?” I nudge his chest when he doesn’t reply. “Will you tell me what happened?”