Page 17 of Prison Moon
I just bet you could.
His fingers were a barely-there whisper across her shoulder, his eyes following the path of his hand as he tickled the skin over her collarbone, then up her chin to land on her lips. “Does your kind share kehus with each other?”
The worddoes not translatefilled her head. Did that mean sex? Heat flooded her body as her earlier thought came racing back into her head. She’d had sex partners who weren’t remotely as hot as Toren—not even her ex—but she wasn’t easy. Never had been and turning into a raging slut now seemed a bit inappropriate. She’d only been here three days.
Her thoughts were cut off when he leaned down, lowering his head until his mouth was mere inches from her own, until they were sharing breath, and that intoxicating scent of sweet spices filled her head again.
“I can show you how.”
The fingers he’d used to map out the contours of her face slid into her hair and before she could say anything, his mouth was on hers, sliding across in a soft nip once, twice, three times before she sucked in a soft breath. The brush of his tongue on her sensitive lips caught her off guard. When he slid past them and licked inside her mouth, every hair on her body stood on end as she moaned. The scent on his skin grew stronger and her traitorous body responded, her womb clenching tight as heat pooled between her legs. Every wet touch of his tongue caused some wanton part of her to throb and even though she knew she shouldn’t be making out with a total stranger, she kissed him back.
He murmured, “I guess your kind do share in kehus,” before pulling her tight against him and kissing her as if it was the first time he’d done it in years. His body went taut, that hard length pressed against her hip grew longer, his leg between her thighs pressing against her aching mound and she suddenly felt drugged. Her nipples ached, every part of her coming alive as if sparked by invisible flames.
She broke the kiss and held him at arm’s length. His eyes were a bit glazed as he stared down at her, his chest rising and falling rapidly. He looked as if he were about to devour her and her pulse leaped at the thought. “Slow down a minute.” She tried to catch her breath and would have had he not dropped his hand to the front of her dress and pulled it down, exposing her breast, then lowering his head. He licked her nipple and her body jolted, fire shooting through her limbs as he clamped his mouth over it and sucked, her shocked gasp causing her entire body to shift and before she could stop herself, she rolled her hips and ground herself against his leg. She groaned, her womb clenching again hard enough to shoot sparks straight to the throbbing bundle of nerves between her legs as Toren’s hand tucked beneath her bottom and pulled her tight against him. She moaned again when he pressed his leg between her own. “Toren … we can’t do this.”
He moved to her other breast, licking her nipple into a hard peek, the hand on her bottom sliding around her hip to cup her between the legs. She gasped, her eyes rolling a bit when he slid a finger between her folds. “Oh my god, Toren!” She grabbed his arm to stop him but barely gave a protesting pull when he found her clit and rolled it. Her hips jolted off the ground, another moan spilling from her lips.
“Do you wish for me to stop?”
YesNoYesNoYesNo
When she didn’t answer, he kissed her again, his tongue dipping into her mouth. “Look at me.”
Sara opened her eyes, his hand still between her legs.
“Do you wish for me to stop?”
She ached. Every nerve was on fire, every pulsing beat of her heart produced a hard thump between her legs and—
She should stop him. She didn’t know a thing about this guy. Nothing. Had known him only a handful of days. Letting this go any further was just—
He rolled her clit again and lowered his head to lick her nipple. Her body clenched. Ached painfully, and Lord help her she was going to have to wear a slut stamp across her forehead because she let go of his arm, giving him silent permission to do what he wanted.
Something that sounded like a growl rumbled in his throat as he rubbed her swollen flesh and sucked her nipple back into his mouth and she could do nothing but lay there as pleasure rolled through her body. It had been too long since she’d been touched by anyone and a battery-operated boyfriend only took the edge off. It never satisfied completely.
She arched her back, her breath lost as he inserted a finger inside her, then another, pumping them in and out, slowly at first, then faster, his thumb continuing to roll her clit.
His mouth was everywhere, wet kisses and long licks of his tongue across her breasts and up the side of her neck. She groaned while a voice in the back of her head whispered she shouldn’t be doing this. That he was going to get the wrong impression and—she lifted her hips, riding his hand, his fingers pumping in and out of her as he took her mouth again and kissed her stupid while her body burned. When she came, screaming into his mouth, her entire body seized, that delicious scent clinging to his skin filling her lungs, his fingers still moving between her legs until she grew sensitive and twitchy.
She was panting for breath when he finally pulled his fingers out of her. He raised his hand, sticking the fingers he’d had inside her into his mouth. He made that sound again, a growl-like noise that rumbled in his chest, and hearing it as she watched him suck his fingers made her body clenched tight again. He licked his hand clean, not missing a drop, and Sara couldn’t remember any past lover ever being so enamored by her that he’d licked the pussy juice off his fingers afterward but hell’s bell’s watching Toren do it made her wonder if he’d use that tongue to get the rest of it.
The tingles racing laps through her limbs slowed as he stared down at her. He was still hard and solid against her hip. She’d never slept with anyone she’d just met, but if he could make her come that hard with only two fingers, she could only imagine what he could do with the long length of flesh pressing into her hip. Would it make her a total slut for sleeping with an alien on her third day? Probably, but at the moment her nerves were still firing little shocks through her body and—she didn’t care. She could wallow in shame tomorrow.
Those fingers he’d used to get her off with traced a circle around her nipple before he leaned down and licked it again. “I like the taste of your skin on my tongue, Sarra.” She swallowed to moisten her suddenly dry throat. “I liked tasting your cunt even more.”
Rational thought fled as her brain stopped functioning, images of his head between her legs filling her mind. He licked a path up her neck, kissed the spot just below her ear, then whispered, “I want to be inside you.”
Every nerve jolted at the words and she tried to clamp her knees together but encountered his leg instead. His teeth grazed her earlobe, his tongue snaking out to lick inside her ear and she shivered. He sat up suddenly, his eyes wide as he stared into the darkness, his body gone rigid before he jumped to his feet and was racing for the trees before she had time to realize something was out there.
Grabbing the material he’d been covering her with, Sara sat up, covered her breasts and tugged the bottom of her dress down before leaning back against the rock wall.
Those screeching things she’d heard earlier started screaming again, the branches overhead swaying, the limbs groaning. Were they in the trees? Clouds blocked the light of the moon so she couldn’t see much of anything, but she saw those branches moving as a deep roar of something she hoped wasn’t headed her way had her heart pounding. She could only imagine what it was and from what she’d seen of the aliens here, her imagination wasn’t providing her with anything pleasant.
The sounds grew in volume, the screeching more frequent until a roar loud enough to wake half the forest shook the trees, those noises dying almost instantly. The eerie hush falling over the forest caused her heart to race again, anxiety making her dizzy.
What was out there large enough to roar that loudly? And where was Toren?
Nothing moved now, the forest gone silent. Sara watched the trees for long minutes but Toren never came back. What if—whatever that was out there roaring had injured him—or worse—and she was now completely alone?
Dread caused her stomach to ache as fear started to take hold. She knew next to nothing about Toren but he’d saved her from a fate worse than death by capturing her, and even though he didn’t understand a word she said, she still liked the guy. She felt safe with him.
Loud shrieks and screams filled the air, anxiety making it hard to breathe, and as she sat there listening to the noises the things that lived here made as they echoed through the trees, she realized if he didn’t come back, she was as good as dead.