Page 13 of Accidentally Abducted

The sight of his arousal sends a new wave of heat through me, different from before but no less intense. Through the empathic connection that seems to have strengthened considerably during our intimate contact, I can feel the edge of his desire, the way his body is thrumming with unfulfilled need.

"Jake," I say, my voice rougher than intended, "you are still..."

"Yeah, well, turns out giving head to a gorgeous glowing alien is pretty arousing," Jake says with that casual directness that I am learning to both expect and treasure. "Who knew?"

I study his face, searching for any sign of discomfort or expectation. In Nereidan culture, intimate encounters are typically reciprocal, pleasure given and received in equal measure. But Jake seems genuinely unconcerned with his own state, as if his satisfaction came entirely from my response.

"Do you not require... attention?" I ask carefully.

"Require? No. But would I like it? Absolutely." Jake's grin turns slightly wicked. "Though I should probably warn you, I'm pretty worked up. Might not take much."

The honesty in his admission makes the glow under my skin pulse brighter. "I would very much like to touch you," I tell him. "If you will permit it."

"Permit it? Zeph, I've been fantasizing about your hands on me since approximately ten minutes after we met."

"Ten minutes?" I am genuinely curious about this timeline.

"Yeah, right around the time you did that head-tilt thing when you were confused about human dating customs." Jake reaches up to touch my face, his fingers tracing along the fading luminescence on my cheekbone. "You have very attractive hands. And arms. And... well, everything, really."

The casual compliment makes warmth spread through my chest in a way that has nothing to do with arousal and everything to do with the growing certainty that Jake Morrison is unlike any being I have ever encountered.

"Your responsiveness is..." I pause, trying to find adequate words. "I could feel what you were feeling. Your pleasure in giving me pleasure. It was..."

"Intense?" Jake supplies.

"Revelatory," I correct. "In Nereidan intimate encounters, the empathic connection allows us to sense our partner's physical responses, but with you, it was more than that. I could feel your emotional satisfaction, your genuine enjoyment of my reactions."

Jake's expression grows thoughtful. "Is that unusual?"

"Extremely. Most intimate connections focus on physical sensation and immediate pleasure. But you..." I touch his face, marveling at the warmth of his skin. "You derive genuine happiness from giving pleasure. It is not merely a means to an end for you."

"No, it's not," Jake agrees quietly. "I like making people feel good. I like being the reason someone loses control."

"You certainly succeeded in that objective," I tell him, and his answering smile makes the glow under my skin flare again.

"Good." Jake glances down at himself, then back up at me with raised eyebrows. "So, about that touching you mentioned..."

I follow his gaze to his arousal, then look back at his face. "How would you prefer to be touched?"

"However you want to touch me," Jake says immediately. "I'm not picky. I'm just..." He gestures vaguely at his erection. "Pretty desperate at this point."

The blunt admission sends heat racing through my system. "Jake, may I ask you something?"

"Anything."

"Earlier, when I called you a good boy, your response was... significant. Was that your first experience with that particular form of praise?"

Jake's cheeks flush pink, which is fascinating given his general lack of embarrassment about most topics. "Yeah, that was... unexpected. I had no idea I was into that."

"And how do you feel about the discovery?"

"How do I feel about learning that my gorgeous alien roommate calling me a good boy makes me harder than I've ever been in my life?" Jake grins. "I feel like I want to explore that discovery very thoroughly."

The frankness of his response makes my cock, which had barely begun to soften, take renewed interest in the proceedings. "In that case," I say, wrapping my hand around his erection and enjoying the way his breath catches, "let me show you how good you have been."

Jake's response is immediate and gratifying, his head falls back, his hands grip my shoulders for support, and through the empathic connection, I feel the spike of his pleasure as clearly as if it were my own.

"Fuck," he breathes, his hips jerking into my touch. "Your hands are..."

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