Page 32 of My Alien Bughead (Supernova Casanovas #4)

Chapter 32

Lucía

Stretching my arms out wide, I groan in delight at the popping sounds along my spine. I’ve spent hours hunched over a faulty hydraulic pump and my back is not happy about it. At least the pump is fixed now and the Serramorphs can handle any general maintenance.

They’re amazing little helpers. Intelligent, quick to learn and eager to please. Truly, ideal workers. Everyone is happy to have them on board, including my grumpy Krestilian. Not that he’d admit it out loud.

A wall of hot air hits me as I enter the fully functioning biosphere. With the environmental controls now fully operational, the spacious room stays at a tropical temperature with moderate humidity. The plants are thriving and the climbing vines threaten to engulf the walls completely already, even though it’s only been two weeks since I joined the crew. There’s even a patch of what looks like bamboo growing along a pathway. I wonder where they got that from?

Slightly distracted, I remember D’Aakh’s stunned expression after he woke up and saw me. He’d really thought I’d stay behind on Alevvo even after I’d told him I wanted to have a relationship with him. Silly grump. He’s my silly grump, though, so he gets a pass. He’s struggling with lots of things right now, so I try to keep my inner bitch muzzled. We joke around and argue about the little things but we avoid the more sensitive subjects.

Like the fact that despite how advanced alien medicine is, his heart will never be as strong as it used to be. He’s oddly resigned to it and that worries me. The resignation, not the weak heart. I don’t care if he’s an incredibly fit special ops soldier or an averagely healthy tech guy. I love him anyway. It would be nice if we could have sex, though.

Not wanting to anger his captain, D’Aakh diligently follows Nikolai’s orders. Since the stupid Russian keeps saying no sex, we’ve only ever used our bed to sleep together. As in, sleep-sleep, not sleep -sleep.

He touches me occasionally but I never let him bring me to orgasm. It just doesn’t feel right. If he can’t come, then I won’t, either. It sucks but at least there’s a noble cause to my suffering.

Taking off the top half of my coveralls, I tie the sleeves around my waist so they don’t get in the way. Now, I’m only wearing a simple tank top with a bra under it, yet I’m still sweating.

Woops and laughter ring around the biosphere, coming from the pool under the waterfall. As usual, Ellen is there, learning to swim under the careful eyes of Nala and Faelin. The big red hybrid is heart-stoppingly sweet with the little girl, even though she’s not his daughter. Their wonderful family makes me long for my own. Both the one I left back on Earth and the one I could have with D’Aakh.

I always loved children but I’ve never felt the desire to have my own. Not at the moment, at least. Yet, after hours spent playing with Ellen, the four-year-old ball of pure energy, not to mention the constant exposure to Astra’s pregnancy, which she still hasn’t told anyone about, and now Z’Ree’s pregnancy, which she has told everyone about because apparently, it will only last for three or four months, my hormones are all over the place. Still, we can’t even have sex let alone plan babies right now, so my ovaries need to chill the fuck out.

As usual, D’Aakh is sitting on a bench in the corner of the room, watching the waterfall. Several people are lounging on beach chairs placed around the lake. The chairs were Astra’s idea and a brilliant one at that, but D’Aakh rarely engages with the others. It breaks my heart to see him separating himself from his friends like this, but I have faith it will get better.

At first, D’Aakh didn’t want to come in here. Now, he’s here every day. I suspect his therapist ordered him to come here and threatened severe consequences should he disobey that order, but I’ll take it. D’Aakh’s here, and being surrounded by friends is good for him even if he just sits and watches.

If only the idiot could get it into his thick head that no one here hates him! But no, D’Aakh has his mind convinced that he’s the crew’s pariah and he’s determined to act the part. If he wasn’t injured, I’d beat the truth into him that he is loved and valued but I’ll have to wait until Nikolai clears him for that.

“Hey.” I smile as I join him on the bench.

With an exaggerated groan, I remove my shoes and socks, marveling over the feel of grass under my feet. It’s alien grass but, still, after a year of living in a megalopolis with no nature to speak of followed by three years on a tiny mining station, having my feet touch grass of any kind is a miracle. Another one. I’ve already had more of those than I deserve.

D’Aakh returns my smile. “Hi.”

He tried the doom and gloom routine with me but I quickly put him in his place by making him laugh so hard his rib cage hurt. Since then, D’Aakh’s always smiling at me, though sometimes those smiles look forced. Like today.

I snuggle into his side. “Do you want to talk?” That’s a part of our routine. I keep offering and he keeps refusing.

“No,” he snaps with such derision I tense up. Sensing it, D’Aakh wraps his arms around my shoulders and pulls me closer. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just that talking is the last thing I want to do. I spent the last two hours with the therapist and…ugh. It’s a good thing that man is light years away, because if we were in the same room I would have strangled him already.”

I laugh and smack his thigh. “No killing therapists!”

“Pfft. You ruin all my fun.” Laughing lightly, D’Aakh rubs at his chest. It might ache, but at least his mood has improved. “Like this morning, when you wouldn’t let me make you come. Tonight,” he leans in to whisper in my ear, “I’m not taking no for an answer.”

A needy moan threatens to break free, my body immediately primed for pleasure. It’s been too long. But still, I made this stupid rule and I’m sticking to it. “I can’t. Not until I can return the favor.”

“You can.” His breath fans my ear, his lips so close they brush against the shell.

I shudder in delight, already wet between my legs. Wet and ready. So, so ready. Then his words register. “I can? But what about—”

“Nikolai cleared me for ‘light physical activity’ this morning.” D’Aakh chuckles. “I think he’s just worried you’ll hit him with a wrench if you have to go without sex for much longer.”

“I never threatened him! Not verbally at least,” I add. “Glaring doesn’t count.”

“It does when you’re known to bash people’s heads in for no reason at all,” D’Aakh teases.

I scowl. “Omni had it coming. Those were my seka rolls! If he keeps stealing other people’s food, he’ll have a sweet tooth without actually having any teeth. Wait a second. Why are we sitting here talking when we could be in our room having sex?”

D’Aakh’s resounding laugh is so loud that everyone by the lake turns their heads, grinning and waving at us. “Well, I’m free anytime,” he says. “You’re the one who has to work.”

He’s bitter about not being allowed to go back to work but I’m glad Zarkan banned him. In his ridiculous quest to win back the friends he never lost, D’Aakh would work himself to death.

“It’s a hard life being a sugar mamma.” I laugh at D’Aakh’s eyes rolling at my stupid joke. “But I’m off work now, so what’s a girl gotta do to get some cock around here?”

D’Aakh’s breath sucks in raggedly as his bulging cock moves and searches eagerly for a way out. “Lucía…” he moans as he adjusts himself. “You’re killing me.”

“It’s a good thing you have so much practice at coming back to life, then.” Springing to my feet, I grab his hand. “Come on.”

D’Aakh offers no protest as I lead him out of the biosphere. There’s some whooping and catcalling from behind us, probably from Omni, who likes to glide across the room to stretch his wings. I ignore it. They can think whatever they want. As long as I’m having sex, I don’t care.

We’re practically panting from running by the time we reach our room but we don’t stop. As much as I long to steal a quick kiss from D’Aakh, I know I wouldn’t settle for just one. I’d keep kissing him and before we knew it, we’d be having sex in the middle of the corridor. While the crew is pretty open-minded about most things, they’d probably have issues with that.

As soon as the door opens, we stumble inside the room, D’Aakh’s lips attacking mine. He tugs on my top, and we break the kiss just long enough to pull it over my head. His clothes quickly follow at my insistent tugging and yanking. I wish I was strong enough to just tear them from his body. My tool belt clatters on the floor, soon buried under my coveralls.

We keep kissing, hungrily devouring each other. The desire thrumming through my body is driving me beyond insanity yet it keeps growing, tightening like a coil, ready to spring free at the lightest touch.

Gasping and giggling as we stumble and fall, we land safely on the bed with D’Aakh’s firm body underneath mine. It’s just like I’ve been dreaming about every night and every day for the past two weeks. D’Aakh’s groan betrays a combination of pain and desire but he doesn’t stop trying to unclasp my bra. Finally succeeding, he throws it away and kneads my breasts, his fingers teasing my already tight nipples.

Whimpering at his ministrations, I move my hips, rubbing my pussy against his cock and cursing the layers of underwear still separating us.

“Fuck,” D’Aakh groans as I lift myself up to hastily remove my panties. His all too greedy eyes travel down my body to my slick pussy lips, the tips of his ahni glowing bright red.

Lifting his hips, D’Aakh removes his boxers, his cock finally springing free. It moves from side to side eagerly, searching for somewhere to bury itself deep inside. Searching for my pussy. I lower myself back down so that his greedy cock nestles between my pussy lips and rubs against my clit.

“Fuck,” D’Aakh repeats. “I planned to…oh, galaxies… I planned to take it slow. Bring you pleasure first, make you come until you beg me to stop. Only then would I give you my cock. But…fuck! I’m not sure I can wait.”

“Fuck waiting. I want you now. We have the rest of our lives to take things slow. I need your cock now. Please, D’Aakh.”

Placing his hands on my hips, D’Aakh helps me lift up a little. I reach between us to guide his cock to my opening but it’s a wasted effort. Before I even touch it, it shifts, finds the right hole and surges forward, filling me in one delicious stroke.

D’Aakh’s grip tightens. “Fuck! You’re so fucking perfect. So warm and tight.”

Teetering on the brink of orgasm already, I try to move, wanting to gain a little extra friction that would push me over that edge but he holds me still. “Please, D’Aakh,” I beg. “I need more.”

“You’ll get more. You’ll get everything.” He waits until I’m looking at him. “Do you still want it?”

My mind is a little preoccupied, so it takes a moment to understand his question. He’s talking about the barbs. The hours-long joining and continual orgasms. The brilliant cherry atop this already amazing dessert. “Of course I still want it, you stupid bughead,” I all but growl. “Give it to me. Give me everything.”

Finally, he lets me move. The soft ridges along his shaft dragging over the most sensitive spots inside my pussy, while his fingers find the most sensitive spots outside of my pussy.

Finally, I fall off that ledge, weightless in the haze of pleasure. My pussy clamps down on D’Aakh’s cock and he grunts, pumping his hips into me two more times before stilling. He pulls me down onto his chest, hugging so tightly I can scarcely breathe and then…

The world around us shatters.

I expected there to be pain. I mean, the idea of barbs impaling the inside of my pussy? Yikes.

But there’s no pain. There’s not even pleasure, at least not the kind I’ve felt before. There’s only euphoric bliss coursing through my veins.

I’m not sure if I’m coming again, or if I haven’t stopped coming yet. My entire being is flooded with pleasure so intense it doesn’t leave room for conscious thought. The only thing I’m aware of is D’Aakh’s body against mine. Inside mine.

He’s here with me, sharing this heavenly sensation and it’s like I can feel him. Not just physically, because boy, do I feel him physically but also, he’s inside my soul. It’s like I’ve gained a sixth sense that is completely attuned to D’Aakh. To this grumpy bughead, who is beautiful both inside and out. The one male who is all mine and whom I’m never letting go of.

His ahni softly touch my forehead and it’s like handling a live wire. Another wave of orgasmic bliss rushes through me with the force of a tsunami, so I hold on to D’Aakh with all I have, worried I’ll lose myself in the pleasure and never find my way back.

I’m not sure if it takes minutes, hours or eons. Every time one of us moves, it reinvigorates the pleasure. Sometimes, all it takes is the throbbing of my pussy as it clenches around D’Aakh’s cock, or his involuntary twitch, and we’re right back to being blissed out of our minds.

“Oh my god…” I repeat for what feels like a hundredth time when the pleasure finally ebbs enough for me to form coherent thoughts.

D’Aakh can do nothing but moan in response, shifting his weight so as not to crush me underneath him. We’ve changed positions several times, each motion causing us to cry out in pleasure. “I love you, Lucía,” he confesses. “I think I’ve loved you ever since I first saw you. Thank you for being…you.”

I know men say a lot of crap when they’re balls deep inside a pussy but I know D’Aakh means it. “I love you too. I’ll always be there for you. Especially tomorrow.”

D’Aakh furrows his brows. “Tomorrow?”

“Yeah.” I grin. “Because tomorrow, Nikolai is going to tear you a new one for ignoring his orders. Because whatever the fuck we just did, I doubt it could be classified as ‘light physical activity’.”

He laughs, only wincing a little as he straightens his back. “Well, since I’m getting reamed for it anyway…” A moan escapes me as D’Aakh starts moving his hips again. “We should make sure it’s well deserved. Again?”