Page 37 of Reluctantly Abducted
My face is buried in his hair, which smells faintly of minerals and something like ocean air.
And I'm hard. Achingly hard, my cock pressed firmly against the curve of his ass.
My body responds instinctively, hips moving in a subtle rhythm before I'm even fully conscious. Half-asleep, I tighten my arm around him, pulling him closer, my hand sliding lower to splay across his lower stomach. I feel his breath catch, and that small sound sends a wave of heat through me.
I'm fully awake now, suddenly aware of what I'm doing. I start to pull away, embarrassed by my body's automatic response. "Sorry," I mumble, voice rough with sleep. "I didn't mean to—"
Ry'eth turns his head, looking back at me over his shoulder. In the dim light, his eyes are luminous, more gold than I've ever seen them. His skin pulses with soft blue light that follows the rhythm of his quickened breathing. He doesn't look upset or uncomfortable. He looks turned on.
"Don't stop," he says softly, the words barely audible. He reaches for my hand, which I've pulled away from his stomach, and draws it back, pressing it firmly against him. Through the thin fabric of his clothes, I can feel that he's as hard as I am, and impressively endowed despite his smaller frame. The substantial weight and length pressing against my palm makes my own cock throb in response.
My body feels like it's on fire. "Are you sure?" I ask, needing to be certain.
Instead of answering, he turns fully in my arms until we're face to face. For a moment, we just look at each other, breath mingling in the small space between us. Then he closes that space, pressing his lips to mine.
The kiss is tentative at first, questioning. But when I respond, sliding my hand to the back of his neck to draw him closer, something shifts. The kiss deepens, becomes hungry, desperate. His lips part beneath mine, and I taste him for the first time, something like sea salt and sweet spice.
I roll us gently until he's beneath me, my weight supported on my forearms on either side of his head. The blue glow of his skin illuminates the space between us, casting everything in ethereal light. His usually composed features are now flushed with color, his golden eyes wide and dark with desire.
"You're beautiful," I tell him, watching as the compliment sends a wave of brighter light beneath his skin. "So fucking beautiful like this."
He doesn't respond with words, just pulls me down for another kiss. This one is deeper, more certain. I take control of it, angling his head with my hand to deepen the connection. My tongue strokes into his mouth, claiming, exploring. When I finally pull back, we're both breathing hard.
"I love kissing you," I murmur against his lips, nipping gently at the lower one. "Never want to fucking stop."
His hands clutch at my shoulders, and I can feel him trembling slightly. There's something incredibly moving about seeing him like this, the precise, controlled scientist coming undone beneath me. I shift my weight, pressing my hips against his, the hard length of my cock dragging against his through our clothes. He gasps, the sound sending a spike of heat straight to my groin.
"Owen," he says, my name half-plea, half-command.
I move against him again, deliberately this time, creating delicious friction between us. Even through the layers of clothing, the sensation is intense. His body arches up to meet mine, seeking more contact. The blue light beneath his skin pulses brighter, following the rhythm of our movements.
"You feel so good underneath me," I tell him, voice rough with desire. "So perfect."
I take both his hands in mine, drawing them up above his head and holding them there firmly with one hand. The position arches his body up against mine, creating more pressure where we both need it. With my free hand, I trace the contours of his face, watching the way the light follows my touch, brightest where my fingers make contact with his skin.
My hand travels lower, skimming down his throat to his chest. I can feel his heartbeat racing beneath my palm, impossibly fast compared to a human's. When my thumb brushes across his nipple through the thin fabric of his clothes,he gasps, his entire body jerking beneath mine. The light beneath his skin flares brilliantly at the contact.
"Sensitive," I murmur, doing it again and watching his reaction with fascination. "Fuck, I like that."
I lower my head, capturing the hardened nub between my teeth through the fabric, applying just enough pressure to tease. He cries out, a sound so raw and unfiltered that it sends a bolt of pure lust through me. I suck hard, dampening the fabric, then blow cool air across it, watching as his body writhes beneath mine.
"Owen," he gasps, his voice breaking on my name. "I need—please—"
"What do you need?" I ask, moving to lavish the same attention on his other nipple. "Tell me."
"More," he manages, his voice strained. "Everything. I don't—I can't—"
I understand his incoherence. He's overwhelmed, experiencing sensations he's never felt before. The knowledge that I'm the first to touch him like this, to make him feel this way, is intoxicating.
"I've got you," I promise, sliding my hand down his body to cup him through his clothes.
He's fully hard, his cock straining against the thin fabric. When I palm him firmly, his whole body bucks beneath me, a strangled sound escaping his throat. The light beneath his skin pulses frantically, illuminating the room in flashes of blue.
"Fuck, you're big," I murmur appreciatively, stroking him through the fabric. "Is this what you need?"
"Yes," he gasps, eyes wide and unfocused. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."
I have no intention of stopping. I increase the pressure of my hand, feeling the distinctive shape of him through the increasingly damp fabric. He's different from a human, thicker,with subtle ridges along the underside, the head more tapered, but the way he responds to touch is beautifully familiar.
