Page 22 of My New and Improved Alien Lovers

It's definitely not surprising to either of us that the kiss escalates as quickly as it does. I don't even bother protesting when he lifts me, my legs automatically wrapping around his hips. There's such a deep pull to be close to him, to be tangled up together and all mixed up.

“Is it truly possible for you to pretend this means nothing?”

“I only wanted reassurance that I could kiss you without feeling guilty for furthering the bond. I don't want to feel guilty for kissing you. If it weren’t for everything happening, I’d be pushing like a total harlot for you guys to fuck me. I just want to do the right thing here, to play my part in helping the triad. I know it’s not the best idea to give in to my raging lust for the three of you, but I want it just the same.”

He drags his mouth from mine, drawing my breath with him on a gasp. “Do you feel guilty for wanting us? For enjoying your time with me?”

His strange yellow eyes don't let me turn away from the question, forcing me to stay still and answer him. “Hardly. I think I rather like it. It feels like I’m doing something forbidden, meeting in the middle of the night to make out while everyone else sleeps.”

His answering grin is all the warning I get before he carries me back to the guest room I was trying to sleep in. He lays me on the bed without letting go of me, with his mouth or his arms, then his mouth moves to my neck, proving he knows exactly what I like without me ever having told him.

“Can I admit that I was nervous about taking a mate, because I thought I might be bad at this? But I find it is very instinctual to kiss you like this. I hardly have to think about it at all, my body knows exactly what to do with you.”

“It does, does it? Interesting. I wonder how far that extends?” I want him, and I don't feel like pretending that I don't. In my life, I have spent far too long putting others’ needs before my own, putting my own happiness behind everything else. For once in my goddamned life, I want to take something and be selfish, just because it simply sounds fun. “Do me a favor and let me pin you to the bed?”

I have no idea how they do things here, or how extensive their human sex-ed might be, but he seems mostly confused as I work his body into turning our positions around. When I'm straddling his stupidly wide hips, staring down at him, a rush of power melts into me. “Nowthisis what I'm talking about.”

“And what, I beg of you, do you think we're going to accomplish like this? I can't even reach your mouth anymore. That seems like a step down from what we were just doing.”

“Maybe you can’t reach my mouth,” I drawl in anticipation, “but my mouth can reach everything it needs to from here.” I begin untying the simple bow drawstring of his pants, smiling to myself as I remember that they insist on calling them trousers.

His whole body tightens, freezing him instantly. “What are you doing?” His voice has a quiver to it, as if he's terrified. Did I... misjudge our comfort level?

I pull back immediately, kicking myself for not getting consent first. I set myself at the end of the bed, embarrassed, needing to apologize immediately. “I'm so sorry.” My voice is clear, but soft. “We haven't really talked about boundaries. I shouldn't have assumed.”

He gets on all fours and crawls to me, hesitant, reaching for me. His fingers turn my jaw to him, forcing me to meet his eyes. “You don't need to apologize; I am merely confused. What is it that you mean to do with your mouth?”

I grab a hold of the blanket in one hand, twisting it in my fist. “I just thought... Kass used his mouth on me. I just assumed that meant it was on the table. I've never dated outside my species though, clearly, and I'm realizing we should probably discuss what is and what is not something you want done to you.”

He doesn't respond immediately, and it takes me entirely too long to talk myself into looking up at him again. I'm incredibly embarrassed, but this isn't something I can just walk away from. We're bound together, and we'll need to figure it out. Might as well be now.

His breathing is heavy, eyes wide, his frame shaking slightly. “You mean... you were going to use that beautiful mouth on methere?”

“You say that like it’s something that's not done. Clearly it is though, so it can't be a shock to you that it’s something I might want to try.”

“It isnotdone. Not here, anyway. Is that not degrading? We would never ask that of you. We enjoy doing it for you as an act of service, to bring you pleasure. That is our job. It is not your job to bring us pleasure, though.”

“If not me, then who? I thought the whole point was getting your ‘fluids’ on the inside of my body. Is that not the most direct way to do it?”

“Me and my triad would perform on each other and then deposit the fluid inside of you with our mouths. I thought that was a given.”

Maybe this is an incredibly inappropriate time to get a case of giggles, but it happens, nonetheless.

Gasping for breath, I should try and stop it, but then I get a look at his face, and it starts anew. “In what... way... is my way not theobvious solution? You know... I can just put my mouth on you and suck all the fluids straight into my body, right?”

He prowls towards me, clearly meaning to teach me a lesson.

Oh no, I'm so scared.

He knocks me right onto my back, at the foot of the bed now, and straddles me. His breathing is still hard, betraying exactly how turned on he is by the images I’ve so selflessly supplied him. He wastes exactly zero time calling my bluff, and I'm still on the tail end of the giggle when he pulls himself out with his entire damn hand and says, “Open.”

Not really sure how I'm going to get my mouth around this thing, I definitely overestimated the size of my jaw.

But I do as he demands, and with his hand still there to guide him, he slides the tip into the warm cavity of my mouth, his eyes rolling back in pleasure.

Owiin lets out a delicious groan as I taste him, seemingly content to just sit on top of me with the tip of his giant alien dick sitting on my tongue.

“You know,” I say around the girth of him, sounding ridiculous because I can't enunciate anything like this. “There're a lot better things we can do than just sit here like this.”

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