Page 39 of Reluctantly Abducted
He watches me with fascinated intensity, the light beneath his skin pulsing with each roll of my hips. His hands come to rest on my thighs, then slide up to my waist, leaving slick trails of that sweet-scented lubricant wherever he touches. The substance seems to absorb into my skin, creating a pleasant warming sensation that heightens every nerve ending.
"You can touch me," I tell him, guiding one of his slick hands to wrap around my cock. "Show me what you've learned."
He doesn't need further invitation. His hand encircles me, the natural lubricant from his palm making the glide impossibly smooth. He strokes me with unexpected skill, learning my reactions with scientific precision and adjusting his technique accordingly.
"Fuck," I hiss as he twists his wrist in a way that sends electricity up my spine. "Just like that. So fucking good."
His eyes never leave my face, studying my reactions with the same intensity he'd give to his environmental data. But there's something else there too, a hunger, a need that goes beyond curiosity.
"I want to make you feel what I felt," he says, his voice deeper than I've ever heard it. "I want to watch you lose control."
"You're getting there," I manage, my voice strained as his thumb brushes over the sensitive head of my cock. "Keep that up and you'll get your wish pretty damn soon."
I don't want this to end too quickly. I still his hips, drawing his hand away despite every nerve in my body screaming in protest. "Not yet," I tell him, leaning down to capture his mouth in a bruising kiss.
He responds with equal fervor, his slick hands sliding around to grasp my ass, pulling me harder against him. The feeling of our cocks sliding together, now both coated in his natural lubricant, is exquisite, hot and slick and perfect.
"You feel so good," I murmur against his neck, nipping at the sensitive skin there. "So fucking good, Ry."
I shift our positions, rolling us until I'm on my back with him straddling me. The new angle gives me a perfect view of him, his slender but muscular body glowing from within, his impressive cock jutting forward, slick and ready. The sweet-spicy scent of his natural lubricant fills the air around us, intoxicating and foreign but undeniably hot.
"Show me what you want," I tell him, gripping his hips. "Take what you need."
For a moment, he looks uncertain, unused to being in control. Then something shifts in his expression. He places his slick palms on my chest, bracing himself as he begins to move, rocking against me with growing confidence. The feel of him rubbing against me, slick with his natural lubricant, is indescribable.
"Fuck," I groan, my hands tightening on his hips. "Just like that. You feel so fucking good."
His movements grow more certain, more deliberate, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. The light beneath his skin pulses with each roll of his hips, brightest where our bodies connect. I can't take my eyes off him, his head thrown back, his face transformed by pleasure, all scientific reserve forgotten as he rides me with increasing urgency.
"Owen," he gasps, golden eyes meeting mine. "It's happening again."
"Let it," I encourage him, reaching between us to wrap my hand around him. He's so slick with his natural lubricant that my fingers glide effortlessly along his length. "Come for me. I want to see you come apart again."
His rhythm falters as the pleasure builds. I take control again, thrusting up against him while stroking him firmly. The combination proves too much, his entire body goes rigid, his back arching as he climaxes again. The light flares blindingly bright as he spills over my hand and stomach, hot and slick and abundant.
"Fuck, yes," I growl, watching him come undone above me. "So fucking beautiful."
He collapses against my chest, breathing hard, but I can still feel him hard against my stomach. His remarkable stamina would be almost comical if it weren't so incredibly hot. I'm still achingly hard myself, closer than ever after watching his release.
"My turn," I murmur, rolling us again until he's beneath me. I take both our cocks in my hand, now slick with his natural lubricant, and stroke us together. The contrast is striking, his darker blue-tinged length against my flushed human skin, both glistening with his sweet secretions.
"Fuck, look at us," I tell him, guiding his hand to join mine. "See how good we look together?"
His eyes widen as he watches our joined hands working us in tandem. The sight of it, our hands moving together, our cocks pressed tight against each other, combined with the slick friction pushes me right to the edge.
"I'm gonna come," I warn him, my rhythm growing erratic as the pressure builds. "Fuck, Ry, I'm coming—"
My orgasm hits with stunning force, vision blurring at the edges as I spill over our joined hands and onto his stomach.I keep moving through it, strokes turning sloppy as pleasure pulses through me in overwhelming waves.
To my amazement, the sight of my release triggers his climax again. He arches beneath me, crying out as his cock pulses in time with mine, adding to the mess between us. The light beneath his skin is so bright it's almost white, illuminating the entire room in pulsing blue brilliance.
"Fuck," I breathe as the intensity finally subsides, leaving me boneless and spent on top of him. "That was... holy shit."
For a long moment, we just lie there, tangled together, breathing hard. The mess between us is considerable, sticky, sweet-scented, and oddly warm, but I can't bring myself to care. I roll to the side, keeping one arm wrapped around him, unwilling to lose contact completely.
Ry'eth turns to face me, his expression a mixture of wonder and confusion. The light beneath his skin has settled into a soft, steady glow that seems to pulse in time with his heartbeat.
"I've never..." he says quietly, then stops.
