Bati (Lyqa Planet Lovers Book 2)

by Nikki Clarke

  Tiani sucks in a breath and lays her small hand over my length and squeezes, trying to make her fingers meet with little success.

  “Damn.” It’s a murmur under her breath that nearly brings me to my knees it is said with such awe, such reverence. I have researched human male anatomy. I know that, compared to them, Lyqa are—impressive. Still, I never thought that having my first lover, my lehti, look upon me with such desire would fill me with pride. Pride that she finds me satisfactory, and eagerness to demonstrate just how much pleasure I can bring her.

  “Don’t take forever. I’m starting to question whether or not I can even handle this.”

  She’s still holding me. Her hand pumps lightly along the fabric of my pants, and I hiss out a deep breath. Air I didn’t even realize I was holding.

  “Yes, my leh—Tiani. I would very much like to join with you.”

  She laughs softly and shakes her head.

  “We aren’t joining.” She continues to stroke me. “We’re just fucking. I just need to get this out of my system. We don’t have to overcomplicate it.”

  I want to tell her that it is already complicated. That while she may be trying to get her desire for me out of her system, she has already been rooted in my system for my entire existence.

  Her hand twists midway up my shaft, setting my skin on edge. I tremble with need. My muscles quiver violently beneath my skin, and both of our gazes widen with shock.

  “Is that normal?”

  The jerky movement of my head requires all of my effort.

  “It is the leht. Do not be alarmed. This is just somewhat intense for me.”

  She smirks and grips me tighter, squeezing until I feel like I’m going to erupt all over my clothes, but then just as quickly, she lets me go and steps back, pulling her top over her head.

  “Take off your clothes. We have to hurry so no one comes looking for us.”

  I hesitate. Every part of my body wants to follow her instruction, particularly when her small, firm breasts are bared, the dark tips straining up at me, making my tongue swirl in my mouth. I know from my brother that human women find the long, grey tongues of Lyqa strange and perhaps even off-putting, but her smooth, brown flesh only makes me want to taste her. It is a singular thought in my mind, aside from the thought that this moment is wrong. This is not how I want to join with my lehti. Rushed and quiet—detached. I do not like it.

  “Tiani—” My brain freezes when she slips the shorts down her hips and lets them fall to the floor. My eyes can’t take in the taut, toned flesh of her body quick enough. I want to see everything. I want to taste all of her. Specifically, the tantalizing space between her legs that’s still shielded from me by a scrape of thinly woven fabric. I inhale deeply and groan.

  She is aroused. I can smell her moistness. It’s potent and makes it difficult to think clearly.

  “Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to get undressed? We don’t have all night.”

  Almost in a trance, I reach for my shirt hem and lift it over my head. My shoulders tense, but I relax when Tiani’s eyes flare as the shifting muscles of my chest are exposed.

  “Mina wasn’t lying when she said you guys were built,” she smirks and steps close to me, laying her hands lightly over my hearts. My first heart thumps a steady rhythm beneath my breastbone. My smaller, second heart is a slightly weaker patter beneath it.

  “Is that your heart?” she asks, tilting her head to the side as she feels the movement beneath her palms.

  “Hearts. I have two.”

  “Two? That’s different. Why do you need two?”

  She rubs her hands over the muscles of my chest, flexing her fingers so that the pointed tips of her nails sink lightly into my skin. The sensation is nearly overwhelming. This slight pain mixed with the gentleness of her touch. I hold still and gather myself so that I can answer her questions.

  “One heart functions as the primary source of supplying oxygen to the body. My first heart is to serve my lehti.”

  Her nearly black eyes dance when they look up at me. “What does that mean, serve your lettie?”

  “It provides blood to my cock.”

  Her eyes widen, and she snorts out a short laugh. “Seriously?”

  I nod, unable to do much else. Her hands move down to the waistband of my pants, and she toys with the drawstring. She pulls the end of one string, and the fabric at my waist loosens and slides down my hips, only to stop short when it catches the tip of my straining cock.

  “You going to do something about that? I kind of feel like I’m doing all the work.”

  Again, as if working outside of my mind, I reach for the edge of my pants and unhook it, letting them fall to the floor.

  “Wow, that is, that’s pretty—wow. Good job, first heart.”

  Tiani reaches to her hips to hook her thumbs beneath the thin straps of her undergarment and pulls them down her legs. She steps out of them, kicking the scrap of fabric to the side, and plants her hands at her hips, staring at me with a bemused expression.

  My eyes fall to the space between her round, muscular thighs. Her legs are thick, the outer silhouette curving in an enticing arch from her cinched waist. The inner thighs just meet to cradle her pussy. I want to be there. I inhale again and catch the scent of her sweetness. Help me.

  “Are you just going to stand there. Tick tock, remember?” She uses the finger of one hand to tap the bare wrist of the other. I do not know this gesture, but I understand that she is again referring to our limited time together. I don’t want to think about that. I don’t want to think about the idea that she has already decided that we are not bound for life, or even past this night. My eyes fix to the only thing I want to consider.

  “You have not given me permission to touch you,” I tell her and hope that she does soon. Although nothing about this joining is as it should be, I can no more turn away from her now than I can turn away from the pull of the leht. I want her. If this is the way I can have her, I will accept it. For now.

  “Bati, if I didn’t want you to touch me, I wouldn’t have said let’s fuck.”

  I shake my head. There are some things I will not compromise on.

  “I want to hear you say it.”

  “You can touch me,” she returns with a confused smile. Her hands go to her hips again and her plump little breasts shake. I swallow and force myself to keep her gaze.

  “Thank you, Tiani. Now I want you to say that you want me.”

  “What?” Her head jerks back. Her eyes shift back into her head, and she huffs out a deep breath. “Look, do you want to do this or not?”

  “I do, but I will not do it if you cannot admit that you truly desire me. I would know that you desire me as much as I desire you.”

  She stares at me for a long moment, and I worry that she will snatch her clothes from the floor and exit the room. As much as I do not want that to happen, I will not join with her if she is acting out of mere curiosity.

  “Fine, I want you.” It’s reluctant, but the faint flush of blood that my Lyqa sight detects beneath her brown skin leaves no mistake that she is telling the truth. Almost immediately after the admission leaves her, the sweet, tangy perfume of her arousal increases ten-fold. It hits me like a fist to the chest, staggering my control, so that it takes all of me not to toss her to the bed. Instead, I step closer and lean down to press my mouth to hers.

  Amina is small. My brother towers over his lehti, dwarfing her with his height and the bulk of his size. Tiani, by comparison, is taller and slightly thinner than her sister, but she is still human. Compared to my Lyqa form, she is delicate enough to break. As our lips melt gently together, I take hold of her arms, and I’m shocked at how slight she feels in my hands.

  “Open for me,” I whisper against the soft pillows of her lips. She leans up and nips at my bottom lip, pulling it between her tiny, white teeth. Again, this edge of discomfort only serves to arouse me more, and I press in, sweeping my tongue into her mouth.


  “Mm,” she moans around my tongue. Remembering my brother’s advice, I give her just enough, stroking along the soft tissue of her mouth, tangling with her shorter, blunter tongue. With each stroke, I sense her arousal heightening.

  “You’re a good kisser for an alien,” she murmurs when we ease apart. Her eyes droop with passion. The black, bottomless irises stare up at me.

  “You do not find my tongue to be strange?”

  She shrugs. “A little, but it’s not a deal breaker.”

  I am glad this is not a ‘deal-breaker’ because there are other places I would put my slightly strange tongue.

  “Can I taste you, Tiani? I cannot wait much longer, and I need to prepare you more for our joining.”

  She smiles up at me. Her mouth curving sweetly. “Are you asking to eat me out?”

  I do not know this expression, but I don’t have to wonder what it means. It matches perfectly with how I’m feeling. I want to consume her. I want to taste and nibble and lick every part of her. If this isn’t a kind of hunger, I do not know what is.

  “I want to lick your pussy, yes.”

  Another wave of arousal rises from between our bodies. She likes this, my lehti. She is stimulated when I speak explicitly to her.

  Her breathing catches as she looks up at me, but she doesn’t move. I step forward, prompting mirrored steps from her, until she reaches the bed and collapses back. I fall over her, catching my weight with my forearms.

  I cover her mouth again, sweeping deeply with my tongue. Giving her more of me until she pushes at my chest, gasping and laughing slightly.

  “Dude, I have to breathe.”

  I kiss her mouth gently as she sucks in deep lungfuls of air. Each inhale brushes her nipples against my chest, and I can wait no longer to taste her all over.

  I kiss down the side of her smooth neck, pleased when a breathy sigh sounds out above me. I linger, lapping at the silky flesh, sucking softly then harder, until the heat rises beneath her skin. When I lift away, there’s a deep, purple mark where the blood has been pulled to the surface. A sense of intense possession fills me, even as I know she is not yet mine, that she has not yet given herself to me truly.

  I move down until the tight peaks of her breasts dip and swell beneath my mouth. She’s breathing quickly, and yet I still feel restraint in her. As if she seeks to get away from me, to get away from what she would feel. She grips the sheets until her knuckles appear ready to pierce her skin.

  I pause, letting my breath whisper over her fevered skin. Her legs twitch beneath mine, perfuming the air with her sweet scent. I close my eyes, groaning at the lust that flares within my body. My mouth waters at the thought of having her on my tongue. Of knowing every intricacy of her taste across my hundreds of thousands of tastebuds.

  “Bati!”

  This desperate cry is what I’m waiting for. It spurs me into action, and I flick my tongue out, swirling it around the dark, tight nipple before closing my mouth over the sweet tip and drawing hard.

  “Ah!” Her cry is high and tortured. She gasps and leans away, but then shifts closer again, arching her back up and pressing herself into my mouth.

  I don’t relent. I kiss and lap at every bit of skin I can, drawing hard on her nipple until she curves her fingers into my tight cap of curls and yanks my head over to her other breast. I chuckle softly. She may wish to distance herself from how much she desires me, but nothing will happen between us unless she initiates it.

  I move to her other breast under the guidance of her hands and slowly drag my tongue around the plump mound before drawing firmly on the tip. I continue in this way, moving back and forth between her breasts, savoring the fragrant valley between them, nipping and licking, until she starts to squirm beneath me again. She shifts up, causing her nipple to pull wetly from my mouth.

  “More. Move down.”

  “Move down to where, Tiani.”

  I rest my chin on her soft belly. Her eyes narrow on me in restrained lust.

  “You know where.”

  “I do not.”

  She holds my gaze, and the emotional war on her face is so obvious that I can only just keep from shaking my head. I don’t know why my lehti is so determined to keep herself from me. As I expect, her face firms and determination scents her skin. I flick my tongue out to taste it, and she gasps when her muscles twitch.

  “I didn’t think I’d have to spell it out, but since it looks like I have to, I want you to lick my pussy? There. You happy?”

  “I am.”

  I really am. Being this close to the space between her legs is almost too much. Still, I take my time, easing down the bed until my face hovers over the moist, trim patch of hair that covers the place where I want to be forever. I want to wait. To torture her a little bit more, but her scent hits me full force and it’s too much.

  I extend my tongue, letting each inch curl from my mouth, and I drag it slowly up the middle of her slit.

  “Oh fuck!” Tiani lurches off the bed, and when I look up, she’s staring at me between her legs, her face a mask of confusion. Our hearts beat quickly. I keep my eyes on hers as I lap through her folds, curling my tongue to catch the hardened little nub at the top.

  “Ah!” Tiani’s head falls back before it jerks back up again. She frowns. Almost in annoyance. “What are you doing to me?”

  I feel her genuine bewilderment.

  “I am tasting you.” I demonstrate by nudging the tip of my tongue at her entrance. She moans and watchss me behind lowered lids. Her legs twitch around my head.

  “Fuck, hold on. I can’t—“ She doesn’t finish because I close my lips over the taut little bud peeking from her folds and suck, swirling my tongue against her as she gasps and cries out, her body jerking. “Bati, wait, ohmygod!” She lurches off the bed. Her legs tremble violently as her release pulses through her. I see her through it, lapping at her quivering flesh, savoring the pleasure rolling off of her. Savoring her taste as it gushes onto my tongue.

  I raise my head when she finally relaxes. The air of the room hits my face, cooling the moisture around my mouth. Unthinking, I swipe my tongue out, trying to catch every bit of her that I can.

  “Holy shit.” Tiani’s eyes are wide. I grow warm and pull my tongue back.

  “I apologize. I know my tongue is somewhat stran—“

  In one smooth motion, Tiani flips around to her knees and presents her round, plump bottom to me. I gulp down the words as she lowers her chest to the bed, pushing out the slick, swollen folds of her pussy.

  “Fuck me, Bati,” she demands, arching back. I can’t tear my eyes away from the juicy slit before me. The thick flesh of her thighs presses it together, giving just a glimpse of that enticing bud. My already straining cock grows even harder until my pelvis aches with the pull of it. “Please, I need—hurry!”

  Tiani’s urgent cry snaps me from my trance. I crawl forward on my knees until the crown of my cock is kissing the lips of her opening.

  I smooth a hand over her behind, and I’m pleased that even my large palm cannot cover its entirety. I knead the plump flesh and the urge to stroke my cock and mark her beautiful, brown skin with my seed makes the tip weep a little droplet of sperm against her pussy.

  “I will try to be gentle, Tiani, but I am large, and it will be uncomfortable for you initially.” I use every bit of my effort to will control over my body. What I want to do is press every inch of my cock through her dripping folds until I am so far inside of her that we become one.

  “Bati, I can take it. Just do it!”

  Without warning, Tiani presses back. Her pussy lips part around the thick head of my cock and her warmth constricts me as I squeeze through the first several inches of her passage.

  “Fuck!” Tiani’s word is a sharp shout. I only vaguely think that most of the people outside, definitely my family, will have heard it. She pauses, her pussy clasping around me and sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. It is almost too much to bear and more than I imagin
ed for my first joining. I smooth a hand down her back, her body is tense and I feel her discomfort.

  “Lehti, are you okay?”

  Her breaths are deep inhales and loud expulsions of air against the pillow beneath her head.

  “Sssss, my name isn’t Lettie,” She hisses softly and rocks her hips back, seating me another inch. A groan rumbles in my chest. Even being inside of her these few inches is magic.

  “Ah, Tiani, you feel better than I ever could have imagined. So tight and perfect.” I clench my teeth as she rocks back to take me further. My hips move of their own accord to meet her, and she gasps when I slide in several more inches.

  “Bati, do it. Go all the way.”

  I look down to where our bodies are joined. She’s stretched taut around me, and already I can feel her flesh tightening further. My cock shines with her juices when I pull from her sweet body, and suddenly, I only want to be deep inside of this warm, wonderful place. I take hold of her hips, keeping them steady in a firm grip and surge forward, pushing my way through the tight warmth of her pussy until I’m pressing against her womb.

  “Mmn!”

  “Arrrrrhg!” The groan that meets her moan is guttural and stuttered. My entire body shakes from the intensity of being joined with my lehti. I still, giving her a moment to adjust.

  “More,” she gasps out, pushing even further back onto my cock. I send a plea to the universe to help me maintain control. I would give her everything.

  Rocking my hips back, I press open the soft cheeks of her bottom to watch as my shaft reappears from her body. My Lyqa senses catch every sensation. The slick, textured flesh of her passage, the feathery scrape of the short hair covering her lips. It sends a billion bolts of pleasure through me. I sink back in before pulling out to do it again.

  “You are made for me, Tiani,” I declare as I drive in and out of her, my eyes fixed to the action of our joining. She moans every time I reach her end. “Did you hear me? Your pussy was made for my cock.”

  I don’t know why I need to tell her this, but I do. Despite offering herself to me, she has made it a point to shield her feelings, to insist on detachment. But we are joined now, I think, as I continue to thrust my cock into her. We are attached in the most meaningful way aside from the leht.