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After a moment of this she stopped kissing me, her eyes going dazed and her brows drawing together tightly as she became overwhelmed by what I was doing to her. Was she about to orgasm? Was I about to make her come? The thought sent pleasure spiraling through me, making my cock so hard it almost hurt, but I couldn’t have stopped what I was doing even if I wanted to. Her hips began moving faster, her breaths coming in pants that were peppered with little keening noises. I was rock-hard in my pants, but so focused on Joss, on how I was affecting her, that I quickly stopped noticing. Her little fingers were sunk into my hair, her tiny nails digging into my scalp, and her eyes were heavy-lidded and locked on my face.
“Xollen,” she gasped, her eyes rolling up into her head as her body began bowing up off the mattress, pressing her curves into me and making me shudder. The rhythm of her hips was faltering now, but I kept working my leg against her, increasing the pressure just a little.
She cried out, arching off the bed, and I felt something throb and flutter against my leg. Her thighs clamped tight against me, my mouth landing on hers to swallow up her faint cries as she rode out her orgasm against my leg. I didn’t let up the pressure and the movement until she pushed at me, telling me she was too sensitive.
I had to make sure I had it right. “Was that…did you?…”
She nodded, face flushed and a look of amazed bliss on her face. “Oh yeah. Big time.” Then she smiled at me, looking a little embarrassed. “Sorry about that, I didn’t mean to steal the show—”
I silenced her with another kiss. “That was amazing,” I promised her when I came up for air. “I can’t believe I made you come.” I looked down at her, tousled and so beautiful. “Can I do it again?”
She laughed, throwing her head back. “Let me catch my breath, you animal!” But her smile was sweet and full of affection. “Do you want me to…take care of you?”
I shook my head. My cock was aching fiercely in my pants, but I didn’t think I was ready for her to see me yet, to touch me there. I wanted this to be about her, to be for her pleasure. “Not tonight. I think it will be too much for me. Is that alright?”
“Of course. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”
I smiled down at her, my chest clenching with affection for this beautiful little alien female. I wanted to tell her how much I cared for her, how deeply my feelings for her had taken root in the lunar that I’d known her, but the words stuck in my throat, too scared of what she’d say in return to let it out.
Instead, I kissed her again, trying to pour all of the tenderness and warmth of my feelings into the press of our mouths.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
The Star
JOSS
OKAY, SO—last night.
I was still freaking out about it. But also tingling about it, hot and bothered about it, and ridiculously happy about it. I mean, what a way to christen a new place, huh? Insane make-out session with my sexy roommate where he makes me comedefinitelytops my list of ways to make a house a home.
But I was a little nervous about how things would look now that we’d had some rest and had calmed down. Like, would Xollen regret it at all? Would he realize how many hygiene laws we’d broken and flip out? Would he want me to move out and get some distance from me because he didn’t really want me and had just gotten swept up in the moment?
Dammit, there went my insecurity again. It wasn’t like either of us had been drunk or anything; he’d been fully aware of what he was doing. He hadn’t had beer goggles on when he was looking at me like I was all kinds of incredible sex goddess. Xollen liked me. He was attracted to me. So that annoying little voice that was saying he’d regret breaking hygiene laws because it had been with me and not someone hotter—gag, right?—could just shut the hell up.
Of course, easier said than done. But as much as I wanted to hide in bed for hours, the urge to pee became too intense so I rolled out of bed and scurried out to the one hygiene room we were now sharing, relieved that it was unoccupied. I waddled in, squeezing my legs together so I didn’t wet myself, then locked the door and took care of my business. I also brushed my teeth and combed my hair while I was in there, hopping into the sonic shower when I still didn’t hear Xollen up on the other side of the door.
Refreshed, I headed out, unlocking the door and almost walking into a very sexy and sleep-tousled Xollen.
“Oh! Hey,” I squeaked, surprised. He was looking at me with knee-weakening intensity, his rumpled appearance making my pussy jump to life with memories of last night.
He didn’t say anything, crowding close to me, herding me back until I bumped into the wall next to the hygiene room door. My pulse throbbed through me, my breaths starting to get tight. He leaned in, his hands sliding along my sides, caging me in with his much taller frame. His head dipped further, his flat nose just skimming along my jaw, making me shiver. My hands cupped his face, holding him there and basking in the way his touch was lighting me up. His lips started trailing down my throat, the little nibbling kisses setting my blood on fire. I was panting now, holding his face tighter. I might have been moaning his name, but it was so hard to concentrate outside of the feel of him against me, his mouth lighting me up like a Christmas tree.
One minute I was struggling to stay on my feet, my legs going shivery and weak from his attention on my neck, and the next he was hauling me up, holding me aloft and pressed against the wall like I didn’t weigh almost 250 pounds. I made a very un-sexy squeaking noise as my feet left the floor.
“Oh my god, Xollen!” I said breathlessly, squirming as he grinned at me, his fangs glinting. “I’m too heavy, put me down. You’ll hurt yourself!”
He just growled—honest to godgrowled—and pressed his hips into the cradle of my own. “You’re not heavy. You’re right where you need to be, my star.”
Oh, fuck.
Before I could form another protest he was swooping in, slanting his mouth over mine and kissing me like he would die if he didn’t. I melted into him, my arms wrapping tight around his neck, my hips trying to grind against the hard bar I felt throbbing against me through our sleep clothes.
He groaned, sucking on my tongue, as I managed to get a little rhythm going. “Joss…” he rumbled in my ear, his hands going tight on my ass. “You are the sweetest gift I have ever gotten, but if you don’t stop that I’m going to…” He hung his head, burying his face where my neck met my shoulder, making the edge of one horn bump my face. I laughed, the sound more throaty than I’d ever heard from myself.
“That’s kind of the idea, babe,” I told him, trying to grab a handful of his ass and failing. Stupid short arms.
He pulled back, his heavy-lidded eyes boring into mine, the color swirling frantically and his cheeks flushed with color. He studied me for a moment, his lips parted slightly. I leaned forward and kissed him gently, softly, caressing his lips with all the tenderness I could muster. “You did it to me last night,” I reminded him. “Now I want to do it to you. And besides,” I rolled my hips again, my own breath hitching, “it feels good for me, too.”
