Mismatch

by Lisa Lace

  My eyes fluttered closed as I slid my finger along the length of her folds, rubbing on the nub at the top each time.

  “That’s the spot.â€� Her breath came unevenly. I increased my speed, and her moans increased with it.

  She was getting to me. I had to see her come.

  ELLE

  Ayrie wouldn’t stop rubbing me, which felt unbelievable. I was so far gone at this point that I couldn’t tell which way was up, let alone what my name was. Without any warning, he slid a finger deep inside me, making me sob from sheer pleasure. A moment later, he added another finger, and I gasped as I felt my pussy start to stretch. I hadn’t been fucked in a long time. As he began thrusting his fingers in and out of me, I felt a flush of heat bloom all over my body, and the pleasure started rising, a sure sign I was going to come.

  “Don’t stop, Ayrie.â€�

  In response, he circled my clit lightly but faster. He added a third finger, and I thought I couldn’t take it for much longer.

  “Touch your breasts.â€� I hovered so close to orgasm that I could hardly stand it. Did he want me to do that while he was watching me? The thought made me even wetter than before. I wasn’t sure if I should, but I couldn’t help myself after he suggested it. I pinched my nipples and squeezed my breasts as he continued to stimulate me.

  “Do it now.â€� He leaned over and sucked my clit as he thrust his fingers into me. “I want to see your face.â€� The thought was sexy and dirty. Combined with his mouth on me, it shot me over the edge. I screamed and came apart. My hips thrust up against him and my body writhed. We had messed up the bed, but I didn’t care. Bliss filled my entire body. I cried out as I convulsed and spasmed around his fingers.

  He pulled his hand out of my body and wrapped his arms around me. Contractions rocked my body until I lay still. He held me gently and started kissing me again. I had thought I was spent, but I felt the desire begin to build. I wanted more from him. But first, he needed something from me.

  I worked him out of his underwear, and he hissed as I ran my hand along his cock. He was a good size. I longed to have him inside me. I couldn’t have him down there, but I could do other things.

  I pushed Ayrie onto his back. He put his arms under his head, lifting it so he could watch me. I felt my sex tingle at the idea he wanted to see what I was going to do. I hadn’t done this before, but I wanted to taste him and learn what it would feel like to take him in my mouth. I kissed down his chest until I reached his cock. I held him with my hand at the base and kissed the tip.

  He groaned in pleasure.

  I sucked gently on the end, testing his tolerance. He inhaled sharply, and I thought I must be doing okay. I took more of his cock into my mouth until I bumped up against my fist. He was too big for me to take all of it in at once. I began sucking and moving up and down.

  It felt fantastic. I wanted Ayrie in my mouth, and I wanted to please him. It made me feel sexy and powerful. I had never felt that way before.

  A moment later, he came and I swallowed it all. I had never thought I was that kind of woman, but giving him pleasure made me happy too. I wished he could come inside me. Even if he couldn’t fuck me, what we had was something to remember.

  He rolled over to face me, and we twisted our legs together. We kissed for a long time, lost in the magic of the pleasure we brought each other. We washed in the sea before coming back and falling asleep immediately.

  By the time I woke up in the hot darkness, I was halfway to an orgasm. I took Ayrie in my hand and started pumping him as he touched me. After only a minute, the feeling of slick skin-on-skin had us both coming in gasps and pants. My pussy was still hot and wet. I wanted him to slide up inside me in the darkness of the night, where nobody would know.

  I knew I would regret the idea in the light of day, so I lay back in an orgasmic haze and went back to sleep. Ayrie held me close and whispered alien words into my ear.

  It was the best night of my life.

  Chapter Ten

  AYRIE

  I lay back. It was so dark in the loft that I couldn’t see the ceiling, no matter how much I stared at it. Elle had fallen asleep after we both came again. Considering that I hadn’t actually fucked her, I felt incredible. The warm, soft darkness wrapped around us and my mind drifted back to Elle. She pressed gently to my side, and I wanted to keep her there.

  I had to face reality. I cared about Elle. It had worried me when I couldn’t find her. I had thought she might be dead. But tonight, something else had released inside me. I didn’t know what, exactly, but I felt different. There was less grief in my life.

  I knew I would have to give Elle a chance. I couldn’t keep giving only half of myself, holding a part back so I wouldn’t be hurt. A realization was dancing around the edge of my mind.

  I might be able to live without Elle, but I didn’t want to.

  I had to pursue a relationship with her, no matter where it took me.

  I must have eventually fallen asleep. By the time I woke up, it seemed to be late morning. Elle still snuggled close to me. I could hear birds in the nearby jungle. The musky smell of our bodies mingled with the fresh breeze coming in from the downstairs window.

  Finding her close made me smile. I liked having her there. Why had I pushed her away for so long? Right now, I was as close to happy as I had ever been before. She took a deep breath, keeping her eyes closed while a goofy smile appeared on her lips. Her hands started to explore my chest.

  “This isn’t a dream, right?â€�

  I kissed her forehead. “Sorry, Elle. It’s all real.â€�

  She kept her eyes closed. “Good.â€�

  I found her hand and interlaced our fingers. The air was warm, but I could hear the wind outside sounding like it was blowing louder than usual. It probably meant something, but I didn’t know what.

  “Should we go for a swim?â€� I stared into her lovely brown eyes as she finally pulled them open. “Or you want to sleep some more?â€�

  “Swim.â€� Apparently, she was still waking up. Her stomach rumbled. After everything that happened yesterday, I had completely forgotten to pick more breadfruit.

  “We’ll get something to eat first. We finished off the last of the fruit yesterday.â€� She was making me feel irresponsible.

  Elle put her hand on my cheek. “You weren’t thinking about dinner, Ayrie. Neither one of us was.â€�

  I shook my head. “You don’t eat enough, especially if I don’t remind you. You’re too thin.â€�

  She gave me a smile as if she liked that I was concerned. “That’s a complaint every woman wants to hear.â€�

  “I mean it, Elle. You should keep up your strength. You were sick, and you need to recover completely.â€�

  “You’re right. That’s one thing I’ve learned down here. I’m not healthy yet.â€�

  “Later we can make some smoke again. We have to get off this island. As much as I enjoy being here alone with you, if you faint or I can’t find you, I’m all alone out here. We need help.â€�

  “I enjoyed some alone time yesterday. It made me feel different. Stronger, somehow. I think it means I need to take time for myself, not that I want to live on a deserted island.â€�

  ELLE

  Even though we had just decided to get food and go for a swim, neither of us made a move to get up. I stretched luxuriously, putting my arms up over my head and realized that Ayrie was staring at me.

  I had forgotten that I was completely naked, and self-consciously put my hands in strategic places. “Sorry about that. I think my clothes are on the beach.â€�

  “You don’t have to cover anything. I’m enjoying the view.â€�

  I got up before he could see me smile. My body wa
s still sore from everything that happened yesterday — the swimming, walking, and other delicious activities. I felt my legs buckle almost as soon as I stood. I sat down again, feeling weak.

  “What’s wrong?â€� Ayrie sat up quickly.

  “I’m not sure. I’m dizzy, and it’s hard for me to breathe.â€�

  “You haven’t fully recovered from your sickness. Or maybe this mess is giving you a relapse.â€�

  Now that he mentioned it, it did feel the same as when I had been ill a few months ago. Ayrie fussed over me for a few minutes. When I tried to stand up again, with his help this time, my legs supported my weight, and I didn’t feel weak anymore.

  “I can take care of myself, Ayrie. I’ll be fine.â€�

  His look suggested that he didn’t believe me. But I felt so much better than before that the sight of him naked was making me moist. I was turning shameless.

  Fooling around with Ayrie had felt amazing. I couldn’t believe he hadn’t penetrated me. I had never come like that before with anyone. The only problem was that I still felt empty. I needed him inside me. I wanted him to fill me.

  I vaguely remembered having a G-spot orgasm from fumbling sex with my first boyfriend. It was good, but not repeatable. I had a feeling that fucking Ayrie would blow my mind.

  I sighed as we wandered down to the beach, bare as the day we were born. Ayrie hadn’t put his pants back on, and he seemed to be enjoying a shirtless island look. The quilt needed washing again. He carried it on his shoulder. It conveniently covered the purple marks on the back, but I knew he still had bruises from when he hit the water.

  I closed my eyes as my bare feet touched the soft, warm sand. It almost felt as good as Ayrie touching me.

  I had to come down out of the clouds before I got hurt. Ayrie liked me, which was more than I had hoped for. He desired me. But he didn’t love me. I had to remember that and not expect too much from him.

  Whatever we were now, it was better than being bitter enemies. It would have to be enough. I wondered if these half-glimpses of what we could have together would satisfy either one of us.

  There was no point in worrying about that now. Today was going to be wonderful.

  As I waded into the water, holding Ayrie’s hand, I realized that I was happy. The thought was shocking. I barely remembered the feeling.

  We floated, swam, and kissed. We talked about nothing and everything. When I eventually stood up to go back onto the sand and dry off, I spotted something on the horizon.

  “Ayrie!â€� I felt a spike of excitement. “Do you see anything over there?â€� I pointed to a distant location on the horizon. He stood up, and I tried not to get distracted by his sexy naked body next to me. I hadn’t seen much of him last night. Before that, I hadn’t ever seen him without clothes.

  It was a magnificent sight.

  He put his hand up to shade his eyes. “Yeah, I think I do.â€�

  I had been plotting how I could fuck him tonight, but I dragged my thoughts away, paying attention to the little dot that was turning into a line.

  “I think it’s a ship.â€� He glanced at me. “I’ll run up and get the fire started.â€�

  “I’ll wave my arms and yell.â€�

  He hesitated for a second like he didn’t want to leave me.

  “Ayrie, what’s taking so long? We’ve been waiting for this.â€�

  He nodded and headed to the shack. I heard him a few minutes later, tearing fire plant in the bushes before he disappeared.

  I jumped up and down, waving my arms over my head and screaming, “Hey. Look over here!â€� I started feeling cold, and realized I wasn’t wearing any clothes. If they were looking through their telescopes, I would certainly catch their attention.

  My clothes were dry after I washed them yesterday. They were stiff, but I had nothing else to wear. Being nude might be perfect for an idyllic night in a tropical paradise with my husband, but I needed proper attire if someone was going to rescue me.

  With a shock, I realized we were going to have to return to the real world. I didn’t know what would happen, and I felt overwhelming worry creep into my heart. Would everything we had together disappear as soon as we returned to the depressing Auxem ship?

  I realized the mothership had been affecting my mind. It had housed so much sorrow for so long that it might be contagious. I hoped that it would be different once we arrived at Auxem. I hadn’t researched the planet to see what its environment was like. I didn’t think it was like Vandwa, but it didn’t matter.

  I wasn’t going to get to stay on Auxem once they realized I wasn’t becoming pregnant. I could see everything that would happen. They would assume I had fertility issues and would offer to help. But there was nothing wrong with my body. Ayrie could have me barefoot and pregnant for twenty years if we wanted that many children. I somehow knew fertility would not be an issue for us.

  The problem was the sex. It wasn’t part of our relationship. If Ayrie had been a different person, we could have enjoyed each other and left things where they were. But he was from Auxem and sex created a life bond between the mating pair.

  He couldn’t have casual sex with me. I didn’t want to have sex with anyone except him.

  I turned to look up at the hill. Ayrie had a fire going, and smoke was billowing from the top. He had gotten there so quickly that he must have run all the way up. I shook my head. He seemed to have many unique talents, but I shouldn’t get used to having him around.

  Once they figured out we couldn’t get pregnant, they would send me back to Earth and bring another woman for Ayrie. He could choose someone else to have his children.

  The thought made me sick to my stomach. I didn’t want him to have another woman. I didn’t want anyone else to fuck him or have a belly swollen with his child.

  It should all be mine.

  I finally understood how much I was willing to give to get him, but it wasn’t something that was part of my destiny. Ayrie cared about me. He was attracted to me. But those things were different from love. Love was what we needed, but could never have.

  Chapter Eleven

  AYRIE

  I raced up the hill with a pile of hastily gathered fire plant tumbling out of my arms. My bare feet pounded on the ground. The rocks hurt when they tore the soft flesh of my feet. Years of living on a starship had not prepared my body for barefoot running.

  Nothing was more important to me right now than getting Elle off the island. She wasn’t eating, and I didn’t want her to get sick again. I needed to get on the hill and start a fire.

  When I reached the top, breathless and heart pounding, I dropped to my knees and got to work. After I had dropped the flint twice, I slowed down and began taking my time. It wouldn’t do to rush and make mistakes. When the fire plant started burning, I began feeding green leaves into the fire. Thick smoke filled the air, and I began to choke. The wind shifted direction, sending clouds of black smoke over me. I stumbled back to get out of it, coughing and rubbing my watering eyes.

  It took a minute before I could see properly again. I thought the ship was getting larger. I could almost believe it was coming to the island and we were saved. But it changed course, and I watched it begin sailing away.

  If it weren’t for Elle’s illness, I would be content to stay here forever with her. Just the two of us, with no responsibilities and no worries.

  We had to get back to civilization.

  I had no idea how we were going to do it.

  ELLE

  As I watched Ayrie trudge across the beach toward me, I knew he had seen the same thing I did. He dropped to the sand beside me, pulled his knees up and rested his forehead on them without looking at me.

  “I’m sure another ship will come
along soon.� Wouldn’t it?

  “We’re in a dead zone, Elle.â€� He sounded tired. “It’s not a geographic limitation. It’s because our patch of ocean isn’t useful for anything, according to the natives. They don’t care if people can access a network when they’re on the island. We’re not supposed to be here.â€�

  “Didn’t you say your friend was in the dead zone?â€�

  “Yes, but only because he’s doing research on the ocean.â€� Ayrie lifted his head to look at me. “It’s not because there are people or other ships. He tries to come out here to do studies without the interference of anyone else. He and his wife are still trying to invent a plan for an underwater building.â€�

  “But Ayrie…â€�

  “Let’s be honest with ourselves. The ship we just saw might have been our only chance off the island. They didn’t see our smoke. We’re in trouble.â€�

  “There must be something we can do.â€� I didn’t know anything about traveling away from Earth. Wasn’t there a space equivalent of the Boy Scouts?

  “We can improve the shack, I guess. We’ll plant a garden and settle down.â€�

  “Do you really think no one will pass by for a long time?â€�

  “No, I don’t.â€� His tone sounded exaggerated as if he were explaining something to a small child. “I don’t think we should hope that someone will rescue us.â€�

  His tone irritated me. He didn’t need to act like a jerk. How was I supposed to know what he was thinking? Ayrie stood up and walked away from me. When he returned, he had a pensive expression on his face.

  “Unless…â€�

  “Unless what?â€�

  He held up his hand for silence. “Let me think for a minute.â€� He sounded curt.

  I felt hurt. We had been treating each other so well before. At the first sign of trouble, Ayrie was back to acting rude to me. Well, fuck that. I felt more pissed off at him than I ever had before.