Page 48 of All or Nothing
Joss broke our kiss, peppering the rest of my face with delicate little pecks that felt almost reverent. She traced the outside edge of my ear, pulling the pointed tip into her mouth to suck at it. I cried out at the overwhelming pleasure, my hips bucking off the mattress of their own will. “I want you to be my mate, Xollen,” she murmured into my ear, her tongue flicking at my pierced earlobe. “I want to be that in all ways. I want you inside me.” I stopped breathing. She couldn’t mean that. Not when I’d been so awful to her just last night.
She pulled back to meet my eyes, waiting for my response. I swallowed. “But—but last night. And w-what if we don’t get cleared for s-sexual relations?”
She cocked an eyebrow. “Shit, they regulate that, too?” Her mouth twisted as she thought. “I don’t think I care. If you don’t, then I still want to. I want to feel close to you.”
I blinked up at her, thinking. Of course I wanted that—I’d been desperate enough to venture over to Quellor Station to hire a sex worker. But it was more than that—when I was clear-headed and calm I wanted everything that she had to offer. The part of me that wasn’t too proud could admit that I liked the person she was encouraging me to be, that I wanted to keep figuring out who I was, under all of the anger and loneliness and bitterness that had been my constant companions my whole life.
I wanted her. All of her.
I nodded, looking up at her and hoping she could see it all in my eyes. I reached up and ran the backs of my fingers over her cheek. I cupped her face in both of my hands, stroking my thumbs over into the hollows of her cheeks, before tugging her back down into another kiss.
“Yes,” I whispered when we broke the kiss. Then I was grabbing her around the waist and flipping her over so that she was back on her back. Her legs clamped shut in a reflex, and I growled, using my hands to pry them apart so that I could wedge myself in to get my watering mouth on her gorgeous cunt.
She gasped as I licked a bold stroke along the damp seam of her, squeaking in surprise when I buried my nose in the curls of her mound and breathed deep, taking the musky-sweet scent of her into my lungs. I wanted to be able to bottle her up, so I could get my fill whenever I needed. She was utterly delicious, so ripe and juicy for me.
I curled one arm around her thigh, using the fingers of that hand to spread her lips wide, baring the flushed and swollen flesh beneath for me. I licked her hard from core to clit, making her gasp, before settling on her clit and laving it with firm circles and flicks. Soon the entire lower half of my face was wet with her essence, driving me wild with need for her. I needed to make her come more than I needed my next breath. I brought up my free hand now, using a finger to carefully circle her entrance, teasing her even as I began sucking at the firm bud at her apex. She shivered, her hips rocking up into my face. I stopped circling and sank a finger into her, groaning at how wet and hot and soft she was.
I pumped in and out of her slowly with my finger, relishing how she tightened and fluttered around me. If she was going to take my cock though she’d need to stretch more than just one finger’s worth, so the next time I pushed in I added another. She arched up off the bed, but she didn’t tell me to stop, so I picked up the relentless rhythm again, sucking her clit with every push in.
Joss was shuddering and whimpering with pleasure, her hands grabbing at my arms, my shoulders, my head, as if she needed something to grab onto or she’d fly away up into the stars. Her hands settled on the base of my horns, squeezing tight and sending a pulse of hot need straight to my cock, pressed tight into the bed and weeping precum. I didn’t relent though, my rhythm picking up speed, picking up intensity, my fingers curling up into her g-spot, and soon she was coming prettily into my mouth, her hips grinding against me desperately, her cries filling the room like the most perfect music.
I didn’t let up once she started peaking, carrying her through her orgasm, prolonging it, until she sagged back into the bed, her hands on my horns pushing my face away from her over-sensitive flesh. “Down, boy,” she rasped. “Give me a minute.”
I chuckled, kissing up and down her soft thighs, relishing how she jiggled and shivered against my lips. “Whatever you need, my mate,” I told her, pressing a kiss to her furred mound.
“What if I need you inside of me?” she asked quietly, making my head snap up.
“I thought you needed a minute?”
She shook her head. “Not for that. For…penetration. My clit’s too sensitive but I can take you. If you still want to.”
Of course I did, but I was worried about hurting her. She was unmated, according to the th'rakkans and her own admission. And we would get in a lot of trouble if someone discovered we’d had sex like this before getting the results of our medical clearance. But my cock was aching and weeping, trapped between my hips and the mattress, and my mate was flushed and wanting in my arms.
I used a corner of the sheets to wipe my face of her juices, licking them from wherever I could reach with my tongue first, then surged up and covered her body with mine. She brought her knees up to open herself for me more, and I stroked my cock once, roughly, before notching the head at her slick and sucking opening.
I started sinking into her with a groan that she echoed, her hands wrapping around my back, just under my shoulder blades, and it took all of my self-control to avoid thrusting into her all at once. I didn’t want to hurt her though, no matter that her blunt nails were scoring my flesh, her heels pressing into my buttocks as if urging me in further. My tail wrapped around one of her ankles, holding it in place.
“You can go faster,” she panted, looking up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “It doesn’t hurt.” I sank into her to the hilt with a groan that came from deep in my belly. She felt…incredible. Slippery and hot, her inner walls clenched tight around my aching length. I sank down onto my elbows, pressing our chests and bellies together, and it was the comfort of holding her with the added edge of our mutual pleasure. I lowered my face to hers to steal a kiss, needing to stay still before the sensations overwhelmed me and made me come before I’d made her come again, this time on my cock.
Once I’d gotten control of myself I rocked my hips, pulling back and then sinking back into her. This time, I felt my thatch tentacles latching onto her, the thin tendrils kissing and stroking over her clit. She gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head. “Fuck, I forgot about those guys.”
I froze, despite everything in me urging me to keep pumping into her, bringing her to orgasm so I could follow her. “Is it bad? Too much?”
She shook her head, grinning wide. “Not. At. All.” She punctuated her words with rolls of her hips, working herself on me and making me shudder. Goddess be blessed, but she was incredible.
I resumed moving, using Joss’s movements to find my rhythm, encouraging my thatch to massage her clit, relishing the taste of her that contact was giving me. I claimed her mouth in another kiss, swallowing her cries of pleasure, drinking them down as greedily as I was drinking her slick with my thatch. Her breaths began to grow shallow and panting again, and I felt her begin to quiver on my cock, the rest of her tightening up beneath me in what I knew was the onset of her orgasm. I tried to hold onto my control, to finish pleasing her before I took my own pleasure, but the clamp of her beautiful cunt on my cock was too much; I was tumbling over the edge, my movements going erratic, as I began emptying into her sweet body.
But then a curious thing happened: soon after first spurt of my seed, Joss’s eyes snapped open wide, then rolled up, her entire body bowing off the bed. She grabbed a pillow and pressed it to her face, screaming so loudly I was concerned. I felt her clench even harder around me, the moisture from our mingled releases soaking our thighs and the bed. Each spurt had her screaming again, shuddering and twisting as if she was coming apart, and I started to get really worried. Was she allergic to me? Was I hurting her? I cursed myself a thousand different ways for not waiting, for not grabbing protection to use, for not being able to hold on.
“Joss, what’s wrong? Where does it hurt?” I asked, panicking, slipping from her sheath and patting her down with my trembling hands.
“H…hurt?” she asked, shoving the pillow away from her face and looking up at me dreamily. “Nothing hurts, babe. I feel…” her head rolled back, arching her throat prettily. “I feelamazing.”
This was good? How could her feeling good look so scary? “You’re not dying?”
“I better not be,” she breathed. “I think you have magic cum,” she added with a giggle. “I feel like I just dropped a bunch of really good molly.” After a pause, she added, “Wonder why it didn’t happen when I sucked you off.”
None of that made sense to me, and I told her so. “What is that? What are you saying right now? Can you understand me, Joss?”
