Page 19 of Prison Moon
Chapter Eight
The sun in her eyes woke her, the bright shafts of light breaking through the tree branches above to shine directly in her face. Sara blinked and turned her head. The bed underneath her made a soft crinkling sound when she moved and opening her eyes, it took her a few moments to remember where she was. On the outer fringe of the dark forest. On an alien planet. A prison moon, to be exact.
She sat up and yawned, stretching until her back popped. She spotted what looked like soft melons the size of mangos not far from where she lay. There were three of them, all varying in size and were a deep ruby red. She picked one up and smelled it, her mouth watering the moment the sweet scent registered.
A splash of water brought her head up. Toren was climbing out of the stream, water sluicing down his body as he climbed back up the bank onto the grass. The small beads of water glistened in the sunlight as they raced toward the ground and she followed them down, stopping when she reached his cock. It had looked big the night before, hidden in shadows but now—
She swallowed to moisten her throat. Maybe shewasa slut at heart because the sight of that much meat made her thighs damp. His body was free of any hair and those strange tattoos on his arm and side ran down his hip to the top of his thigh, the swirling pattern reminding her of flames the more she looked at them. It took her a few seconds to realize he’d stopped walking. A glance at his face told her why. She’d been with enough men to recognize the lust in their eyes when they wanted her and the look Toren was giving her made her pulse leap. Her breath caught and she gave another quick glance to his cock before looking away, reaching for the melons. “I suppose this is breakfast.” She didn’t expect an answer from him but saw him continue walking toward her out of the corner of her eye. The cloth he’d covered her with was lying by her knee. She gathered it and held it out to him. “Thanks for this, even though it wasn’t really necessary.”
“Why is your skin turning red?”
The heat filling her face exploded at his words, her neck and ears burning as she blushed. “Probably because you’re completely naked, have a body hot enough to stop traffic, and have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen in person, which is only inches from my face, and for once I’m extremely glad you have no idea what I’m actually saying.” She shook the cloth at him until he took it from her hand and wrapped it back around his hips. When he was covered, she peeked at him through her lashes just to make sure he wasn’t still flashing her. He wasn’t. She lifted the melon in her hand. “How do you eat this?”
He came to her side and squatted, then took the melon. The cloth around his hips, thankfully, fell in just a way she saw nothing beneath it but dark shadows.
“You have to peel the skin off. It’s too bitter to eat.” He bit into the melon enough to get an edge to pull on and started peeling the dark red skin away. It peeled like an orange and the fruit underneath was pale pink and smelled a bit like pineapple. “These are called adreca fruits. They grow on the kau’tar tree near water.” Toren handed it to her once he’d pulled away all the skin and picked up another, biting into it and started peeling. “When they’re this color, they are good to eat but once they darken to almost black, they’re no good. The fruit turns soft and liquid. But you can’t pick them too soon, either. When they’re the color of the fruit inside, they’re not ripe enough and taste bitter like the skin.”
The fruit filled her entire palm and without anything to cut it with, she had to take a bite out of it. The moment the sweet juice hit her tongue, she groaned. It was indeed as sweet as pineapple but there was a slight lemony sourness to it. The texture was a bit tough and she’d never had a piece of fruit with so much juice inside it. The liquid spilled into her hand and dribbled down her chin. She wiped away what she could and leaned over to take another bite. Toren shifted slightly and she looked up to find him staring at her breasts. The sorry excuse for a dress was gaping open and giving him a clear view clean to her knees. Holding it closed kept her from flashing him but every bite she took soaked her from mouth to breast.
Popping the last bite into her mouth she sat up on her knees to head to the pool but Toren grabbed her before she could get to her feet. He wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her close. She froze when he licked up the column of her throat. It took only seconds of his warm tongue on her flesh for her to remember the night before and wanting his tongue in places she shouldn’t even be thinking about. He licked and kissed her chest clean, pushing the wet material of her dress away to lick her breasts and a chill shot up the length of her spine. That lick turned into small kisses, her nipples aching and that stupid voice of reason in the back of her head was screaming,you dirty slut, as loud as it could.
“Why are you so stiff?”
She relaxed a bit and tried to ignore the heat flooding her body and pooling between her legs.
“Do you not enjoy my attention?” Toren pulled back far enough to look at her and his nostrils flared as he inhaled. “You do. I can smell the musk between your legs.”
Musk?Ohmygadh.He smelled her…
She clamped her knees together as her face flamed. So maybe him licking her had turned her on a bit. It was a natural, bodily response. Nothing slutty about it. Anyone would react that way if an intensely gorgeous male was licking them like she was his favorite treat. There was no need to be embarrassed.
Except she was.
“Would you like me to lick the juice from you there as well?”
Her knees went weak and she reached out, holding on to his shoulders to keep from falling. “You have no idea how tempting that idea is but I’m trying to resist you so stop talking about licking …”
He kissed her, that tongue he wanted to use on her slipping inside her mouth and damn it all to hell her body lit up like it was on fire. The arm around her waist tightened, Toren’s other hand sliding up the back of her leg and under her dress to cup her bottom and everywhere he touched her, heat followed and the scent that clung to his skin grew stronger.
She pulled away and held him at arm’s length, that ache from the night before returning to pound between her legs. Those violet eyes of his held her own, the hand on her bottom sliding down, long fingers dipping between her folds. She groaned and pretended she didn’t just shift her hips so he could stroke the full length of her.
“Toren—”
He kissed her again, silencing her words, his fingers and tongue leaving her bone weak. He touched her clit and she closed her eyes and arched her back. Toren dipped a finger inside her, sliding in slowly before pulling back out and doing it again. It was torture. She bit his lip and as she had the night before, she shushed the voices in her head and pushed back against his hand. He grinned against her mouth, stuck his tongue between her lips and inserted another finger into her depths, her hips bucking as she rode his hand until stars flashed behind her closed eyelids and tiny zaps fired in her muscles. When she could breathe without gasping for air, Toren pulled his fingers out of her and licked her bottom lip.
“I would make you mine, Sarra.” He cupped the side of her face, leaning in until their foreheads touched.
She ignored the obvious question in his eyes. “You’re not going to stop trying to get into my none existent panties, are you?”
“I still have no idea what you’re saying but I like that you talk to me anyway.” He grabbed the last melon from the ground and stood up, then helped her to her feet. “As much as I’d like to crawl between your thighs, it is not safe here. Go wash up. We need to leave.”
The thought of him crawling between her thighs followed her all the way to the pool. The juice from the melon had soaked her entire front and even though Toren had cleaned off most of it, she felt sticky. Did she have time for a little dip?
Something in the trees shrieked.
“Hurry. It is not safe here. The creatures that live amongst these trees are many in number and dangerous. I don’t want to linger long enough to see if they get brave enough to attack. We must go.”
Sara looked into the trees as she crawled back to her feet. She saw nothing but one of those tiny flying orbs that recorded everything here zip over the treetops. Had it been there when Toren fingered her into a panting mess on his hand? She hoped not. She was embarrassed enough by how easy she was. Letting the whole galaxy know Earth girls were as easy as an old 80’s movie she once saw suggested was just humiliating.