Page 10 of Rooting for Kiran (The Mate-Cute #1)
THEA
There’s something about the way Kiran just told me to open my eyes that has fear settling in and my eyes almost gluing themselves shut.
“Why did you say that in that tone?”
“What tone?” he asks.
I cover my eyes with my hands to ensure I don’t peek. “Like you’re scared of what I’ll see?”
Silence settles between us for a moment before he says, “Because I am. Sort of. Keep an open mind? It’s sort of an only-happens-during-sex thing.”
A sputter of laughter escapes my lips. “Kiran, I just got eaten out and finger-fucked to euphoria by an alien. I think my mind—and my legs—are as open as they can get.”
But Kiran doesn’t laugh like I hoped he would, so rather than drawing this out any longer, I open my eyes…and gasp at what I see.
Kiran has almost completely transformed. Sure, some of his main attributes are still present, proving to me that it is him that stands bare before me, but there are also parts that have changed.
His sage-green skin, yellow-green hair, and emerald-green eyes all remain. But rather than completely smooth skin, his vine-like tattoos I noticed earlier are now raised, and some new ones have even popped up, covering both sides of his face and reaching down over every part of his body like stretches of roadway.
His usually straight hair now has small leaves hanging off the ends of each strand, and tiny twigs are sprinkled throughout the longer hair atop his head.
I finish my assessment by running my eyes back down his body, noticing how some sections of his skin have taken on a stretched, tree bark–like texture. I scan from his amazingly rigid pectorals, over his flexed abs, to the insanely defined V of hip muscles that lead straight to his glorious—
“Wait,” I mutter, glancing back up into his eyes. “Your penis. It— Well…”
He rolls those now-glowing emerald eyes. “ Still looks like Willy, I know. That part is always the same.”
Flicking my gaze between his member and his face, I grin. “So, when you said you’d show me how different you are from Willy, you really did mean it. I’m assuming all those raised bumps are going to blow my mind?”
Kiran nods, a close-lipped smile stretching up at the corners of his mouth that showcases his dimples.
“Smile with your teeth,” I request. “Please?”
He does, and the flash of white perfection settles me a bit more. As crazy as this is, there are so many small details in this alien form of him that remind me of who I’m really looking at.
Sitting up, I swirl my legs under me to walk on my knees, moving closer to him. “Can you stick out your tongue, too?”
He does, and damn . A rippled tongue of, maybe they’re roots? Andddddd two smaller roots extending from the tip of his tongue like a rabbit vibrator? That is a major bonus.
“You really are built for top-tier human pleasure, huh?”
His eyes darken as his lids hang heavy, and his smile morphs into a flirty smirk. “For yours, yes.”
Isn’t that what I just said? Eh. Who the hell cares? I’m about to get epically laid by a ridiculously sexy alien. Let’s fucking gooooooo.
“Lie back for me, sweet girl. I want to feel what it’s like to have your pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Gulp . Dirty talk, check.
I swoop my legs back out in front of me and use my hands to slowly move myself back as Kiran crawls along the bed in my wake. Then I rip off my blouse to toss it on the floor before reaching between my breasts to unlatch my bra.
His hand grabs mine. “Stop,” he pleads, and that’s when I notice that even the pads of each finger are now rippled with bark-like texture. No wonder he was able to make me squirt for the first time in my entire life. “I’d like to do that, Thea. I want to be the one who frees those perfect tits.”
I lie back and smile up at him. “Go for it.”
Once Kiran’s hands replace mine, he undoes the bra fastener and slowly pulls the cups apart, allowing the fabric to cradle my breasts until they spill out the rest of the way.
“Fuck,” he whispers, taking one in each of his strong hands, rubbing the rippled pads of his fingers over my pebbled nipples in a way that has my eyes falling closed again. “Your tits are amazing. So soft, so supple, so…” The bed dips under his movement until I feel his lips replace his fingers on one of my nipples, sucking it into his mouth and then releasing it with a pop. “Delicious,” he finishes before sucking it back in.
The pressure has me writhing, my back bowing off the bed to push my breast further into his mouth.
Kiran places a palm over the valley between my breasts and, keeping it flat, adds pressure as that hand travels down over my stomach to my mound. I have a hard time focusing between his mouth and his hand.
He pulls his hand away, and I don’t feel it again until he inserts one of his fingers into me, his thumb quickly finding my clit and circling.
I can’t help the loud moans falling from my lips as the sensations overwhelm me.
“Kiran!” I call out. “Wait. I want to feel you. Please.”
Simultaneously, his hand and his mouth stop moving. His eyes find mine, still glowing bright. “Are you begging for my cock, Thea?”
I nod, batting my lashes up at him.
He smiles at my agreement before sitting back on his knees and moving his gaze down my body. “You’re beautiful, Thea. So wet and ready for me.”
My body twitches as he inserts two fingers again, collecting my wetness, which he then uses to stroke up and down his hard cock. Holy shit. That’s hot…
“Wait… Condom?” I question.
He pauses for a second before moving closer, rubbing the head of his member up and down over my clit, drawing another moan from me. “We won’t be needing one of those.”
It’s hard not to want to pull away from him. “Um, why?”
“Not only is our alien species immune to sexually transmitted infections and diseases, but we also cannot reproduce unless we go into a Dyv’i fertility specialist who would need your approval to have me injected with a serum that reverses the injection we are given at birth that acts as a fault-proof birth control. On our planet, the responsibility of safe sex practices is put on us males, seeing as almost all of the females choose to remain single, some partaking in sexual relations with males for pleasure, rather than reproduction. Very few Dyv’i are destined for each other. Believe it or not, it’s a sort of hookup culture there. That’s why droves of males relocated here. Our population is an extremely slow-growing breed, so to speak.”
Wow. I did not anticipate that answer. Now I can see why a human would want to end up with an alien—no more birth control? Hell yes!
Settling back down as he continues to stroke my clit with his length, I lock eyes with him again. “Then, by all means, fuck me, Kiran.”