Page 17 of Jorax
“This is you.” I kiss his collarbone and nibble it softly. “And this.” I bite his earlobe, then run the tip of my tongue from the hinge of his jaw to his square chin.
Gripping his shoulder because I have a hunch he may want to bolt, I say, “And this is you,” as I layer soft kisses along one of his scars from his Adam’s apple to above his nipple. “All of this emerald skin is stretched over the smartest.” I give his pec a smacking kiss. “Nicest.” Another loud kiss to his other pec. “Kindest male I’ve ever known.”
All this time, I was looking at his chest. I wasn’t averting my gaze, avoiding the scars. I got close as I traced and kissed them.
“What else do you need to hear so we can put these scars behind us and you can trust that they’re the least important thing about you?”
I’m no longer focused on his chest. Now I’m spearing him with a look so forceful it could terrify a weaker male.
“Anything? Need to hear that I like the way you look?”
How can I read him so well after knowing him only a handful of weeks? He’s about to fluff it off, but then he straightens his bulky frame and says, “Yes. I wouldn’t mind hearing that again.”
He probably didn’t think he was telling a joke, but by my unrestrained laughter, you’d think he was a comedian.
“Dr. Xyron, I like what I see when I look at you. Now could you take pity on me and finally, finally tear my clothes off?”
“I’ve never…” He clears his throat, and I look up just as his cheeks flare an even deeper shade of green.
“That’s okay,” I soothe, my voice husky with arousal. “Don’t worry. I’ve danced with you. Once you let your guard down, you are a natural. I have no doubt you’ll be terrific at this, too.”
His eyes widen. “Yeah?”
“And the great thing about sex? Practice…” I undo the button on his pants, “makes,” I press his autozip and listen as it slides down, “perfect.”
I toss him a saucy smile and a nod as I wait for him to pull his pants down his tree trunk thighs. His cock springs free, and holy shit, it’s… definitely a cock. An alien cock. Thick and veined and pulsing—for me. It’s perfectly proportioned to this huge alien male. And the prettiest bead of pearly chartreuse pre-cum is tantalizing me on its tip.
“Exceeds expectations, Jorax.” I want to look at his face, read his expression, but really, who can blame me for being fixated on the huge equipment throbbing below—or should I say above—his waist? “Shall we… proceed?”
“Uh.” As if my question finally dawned on him, his cheeks blaze even greener. “Yes. Definitely proceed.” His voice is somewhere between a croak and a growl. I don’t know if there’s a name for this particular tone, but the sexy sound arrows straight to my core and makes my insides tremble.
My trill of laughter only causes his cock to bounce and swell. “No time like the present,” I purr, as I order myself not to reach out and stroke the magnificent work of art he’s been hiding underneath his trousers. This is his first time. I’ll let him set the pace.
He shakes his head, perhaps to bring his thoughts back online, then urges, almost breathlessly, “Touch me.”
I grip him and graze the heated flesh from base to tip. He’s warm and velvety soft over thick steel, with veins like a map underneath my fingertips. I follow them upward until my hand surrounds the thick shaft under his crown.
He sucks in a gasp that’s so filled with emotion I force myself to drag my gaze to his face so I can gauge his reaction. I decide I needn’t worry about how he’s handling my explorations. By the look of pure bliss on his rough features, he’s doing fine.
In one fluid movement, he steps out of his pants and tugs me against his naked body. Heat radiates off him, branding me from chest to thigh as he lowers his lips to mine. His tongue sweeps out, teasing and twisting with mine.
Our moans harmonize as we give in to our rising passion. Eagerly, my hands explore his rigid length as they trace each pulsing vein. His hands slide down my back to grip my backside, pulling my hips hard against him.
I can feel his erection kicking against my belly. Breaking the kiss, I look down between us, taking in the sight of his impressive girth.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur. He gasps in shock, but before he can respond, I sink to my knees between his feet.
Up close, his cock is even more magnificent. The crown is a deep emerald and beaded with pre-cum. Leaning in, I run my tongue from root to tip, collecting the salty droplet. Jorax shudders, a rumbling groan spilling from his lips.
I take just the head into my mouth, suckling gently as I swirl my tongue over and around it. My fingers continue stroking up and down his rigid length, keeping tempo with my lips and tongue. With each caress, his hips rock in time. A low growl escapes him, vibrating through the room and straight to my core.
I want him. Desperately. I’m dripping wet for him, my heart beating out a rhythm of need.
His fingers slide through my hair. The gesture is tender, tethering us both even more tightly together.
As much as I want to continue sucking him, giving him more pleasure—the gods above know he deserves so much—I need release. Reluctantly, I slide off his length and look up at him. My cheeks are on fire as I ask, “Are you ready to slide into me?”
His gaze is filled with heated need, and although I expected his immediate consent, he shakes his head.
