Domestic Duet: Domestic Alliance & Asset

by Cora Blu

  When she hadn’t taken a step—her body stiffened at the size and anatomical difference—he ordered her again, this time extending his arms. Her eyes focused on the roped muscles formed from battle from the front line. Veins ran the length in rows of corded memories, certainly a reflection of the power that caused them to stand proud under his skin. He waved her inside.

  “Remove your clothes.” The order, warm on her neck, came from behind as he moved around her, in a conquering prowess, while his fingers familiarized themselves with her curves under the hem of her T-shirt.

  Once—out of curiosity, she convinced herself—she’d erased the line others had drawn around her life that she lived behind. She’d stopped taking chances and longing for adventure when her last boyfriend told her no man would marry her being so independent. What was wrong with wanting more out of life than to be someone’s wife? She wanted a family, a husband, children, but she wanted adventure too. Why couldn’t she have both?

  “You came in here for a reason, Sadie. Not because I ordered you to join me,” he added, “You long to have arms hold you again.”

  Her heart pounded as tears built in her eyes. He’d found her weakness.

  “The same as I do. We both crave the release. You were good to me these last weeks, not just caring for my daughter; you cared for a stranger…me.”

  She let her eyes take in the honesty in his face: warm eyes, a patient smile on the edge of his lips.

  “You’re good to Norese and your people, and that’s saying a lot considering the responsibility you hold,” she admitted more to herself than him to justify her attraction to an alien. Her feet moved over the floor of their own will, closing the distance until she stood inches from his outstretched hand.

  “It’s okay to turn to each other for relief, Sadie.”

  Her stomach twisted at the picture forming of what he considered relief. Biting her breasts or choking her while he fucked her, because this wasn’t going to be about making love. He needed to get off and so did she. Lies only created more lies. She felt more than lust for him and she knew it, knew it better than she knew she wasn’t afraid of whatever he wanted to do to her body.

  She wanted to be scared, repulsed by the notion of his hands on her, but she wasn’t. His scent was male, his touch dominant, and she found his power enticing. So why was she fighting this?

  “I’m curious, I guess. But you’re right about craving the touch of another. I didn’t know how much I missed the embrace of a man, until we shared your bed at night.”

  He stepped closer, rivulets of water trickling over the space on his chest were she’d listened to his heartbeat the last week. The place she rested her face, her hand…her mind.

  “I’ll go as slow as you need,” he offered gently, extending his hand out to her, water dripping off his fingertips. “Friends.” His voice was a dark whisper in the shadows, and she grew to desire the sound. “Our treaty, Sadie—alien to human, male to female—is the pact of trust that developed this bond.”

  Excited and apprehensive, she took his hand. The firm grip sent a zip of lust up through her skin to tingle along her arm. Ushering her fully clothed under the spray of water. He nuzzled the sensitive spot behind her neck where her hair grew finer than the rest, eliciting whispering moans from her lips. She muttered something incoherent, perhaps from the thundering of her pulse as she shivered. It was impossible not to respond when the molded swells of his torso filled the cavern of her back.

  “Don’t shy away from my touch. Ka-hon-tek-ron.”

  Sadie gave little attention to the actual word, possibly a name, as the sensual drawl found her responsive to the seductive cadence in his tone. He caressed the dips before the flare of her hips, lingering…the touch gentle. His searching hands moved around then played over the metal button of her jeans. At the sudden caress of his knuckles nudging her navel, Sadie sucked in a breath full of his spicy scent.

  “Undress for me, Sadie.”

  Shaky, she shimmied the T-shirt up over her breasts. Long fingers caught the material, tugging if free of her hands. Her hair spilled around her shoulders, thick and wet.

  “You’re a little thing, aren’t you.” He spoke close to her ear and the acknowledgment was a soft delicate whisper on her skin. He sounded pleased with his observation.

  “Compared to you, I am,” she answered peering up over her shoulder at his mouth inches from hers. He smoothed his hands down her bare arms to stand before her, his eyes darting over the swell of her breasts appreciatively. “Don’t be afraid of me, Sadie. Feel free to touch me.”

  Aroc lowered to her feet. Down the line of her body, she watched him untie her tennis shoes, removing them then her socks and setting them just outside of the shower. The unfamiliar material on the shower floor felt cool on the pads of her feet.

  Aroc circled her then came around in front of her, and skimmed his hands up her legs to the waistband of her jeans. Looking at her, he drew them down her body, working them free of her feet. They hit the floor with a wet slap.

  Wet, her simple beige bra and panties molded to her skin under the showerhead’s stream of hot water. She’d fought the tears building in her eyes, not wanting him to think she had an aversion to his touch. Her body surrendered and became a submissive each time she felt his hand caress her skin. Although she’d worried if he’d hurt her or if she could go through with it, that particular war raged in her mind only, because her body wanted him. Craved him on a level that should have sent her running away. Instead, their time together revealed a side he hadn’t exposed before now…loving.

  Aroc, her alien, cared about Sadie’s feelings.

  The touch of his large rouge-tinged hands gentle on her shoulders made her shudder as they slid down her arms where he intertwined them with hers to fold over her breasts. Under the spray of warm water and his embrace, she lost track of time as he played his chin in her wet hair, rubbing back and forth. He muttered unfamiliar terms in his thick tone.

  She sucked in her stomach as his knuckles kneaded a circle over her skin. “Touch me, Sadie… Both my cocks, learning my body. On this level, I have the same needs as any human male,” he admitted to her surprise. There were no manuals on pleasing a karuntee sexually. Instincts and raw need guided her hand. “I need this right now.”

  There was nothing deformed about him. Two penises, one distinctively smaller than the other, nestled between thatches of burgundy hair.

  Curious, reaching back, Sadie let her fingers search up the hard lines of legs to meet the flared head of the largest penis. Swallowing, she played her fingers over the swollen head pushing at her hand. Aroc hissed. The sound bounced off the walls of the shower, vibrating over Sadie’s skin, making it flush.

  The decadence he offered stole her common sense, replacing it with raw male-female desire. She’d never experienced a longing this strong to be with someone before. Fear and excitement coursed through her limbs, making them weak. It took effort to hold herself up. Aroc’s hands tightened around her waist as if he detected her precarious condition.

  “It’s just you and me…give in, Sadie.” His dark voice held patience and understanding. “Just once…give into your feral needs.”

  Had she been that transparent, longing for a taste of his body and scared as hell to tempt fate and not be able to handle him?

  He whispered a name, not hers, the tone gentle enough to feel across her skin, triggering a hint of jealousy to snake through her body. It settled in her belly burning like acid, deeper and deeper each time he’d said it. But the tone had been poignant enough she gave in to his need for her touch and reclined against his sculpted chest, his pulse a rapid thunder against her skin. Hot water poured down her back, slipping beneath the silky fabric of her panties and rinsing away the evidence of her body’s immediate response to his caress.

  His touch, strong arms holding her, filled the void of her nonexistent love life on Earth. Repeatedly, he murmured his attempts at gentility and patience. Her tears continued to f
low. He didn’t know they were for her deceased parents, and she accepted his touch, reveling in the comfort.

  Firm lips found the sensitive curve of her neck, moving in tandem with Aroc’s fingers easing the silk straps of her bra carefully from her shoulders. Her lips parted at the delicious feel of his touch. She angled into that warm caress, while his knuckles stroked her cheek. Her skin responded in quivers and heated blushes as his hands smoothed down her biceps, stopping at her breasts. He kissed her everywhere except her mouth. Too personal. Like a hooker. Maybe he wasn’t going to make her stay and didn’t want to commit himself emotionally.

  “I miss having the feminine scent of a female, in my home, Sadie.” His rough hands traced the outline of her body, making her tremble. “Feminine curves filling my arms, molding under my touch is nourishment, and I crave it daily,” he murmured into the space separating her back and arm. “The shallow breaths. The hissing sounds when a male licks her skin or bites her fingertips.” She hissed when he nibbled hers, sucking it into his mouth, his smooth head resting on her shoulder. “I won’t hurt you; I promise. I…” he trailed off kissing her spine. “I need this right now, and we both need the connection.”

  His callused hands cupped her breasts appreciatively, gauging their weight, rubbing the nipples between the tips of his rough thumbs and fingers. A pinch, a squeeze, then teasing by the pads of his fingers tormented her flesh to pucker and her sex drip.

  Hands smoothed down her arms, crossing her belly to lay flat over her sex. Warm breath on her neck moved along her spine, and she arched into the delicate caress. Nothing could have prepared her for his hands on her, playing with the curls between her thighs. Falling forward, Sadie braced a hand on the wall, waiting to feel the thick intrusion of this alien filling her completely.

  Her sex pulsed. As if by spontaneous combustion, her body creamed under his groans. His breath danced on her behind. No one ever nibbled the rise of her behind before. Her mouth went slack when his fingers found her swollen labia, stroking up and down the folds. The digit popped inside, wrenching a gasp from her throat, her body tensing.

  He pushed in ever so slowly until his rough knuckle rubbed her clit, sending pressure to surge through her body. She wanted to move against his hand, eager to rub away the thundering ache beating between her thighs.

  Her body cried for attention, absorbing his every embrace like a healing salve to a burn. Aroc was right. She needed to release the ache he’d created in her body, just being in his presence. “Aroc…”

  The broad head felt cool at her entrance as it breached her in shallow dips. For support, she dug her nails into his thighs and hissed when he sank deeper. Tears poured from her eyes with emotions riding her in a confused wave of release.

  The initial discomfort of his size, stretching her, she’d aided by not relaxing her inner muscles. Slowing her breathing, releasing the tension in her thighs, allowed her body the ability to accept his length. The tears of loss continued to spill over, and all she could do was wait him out.

  He pushed inside deeper. His body slapped hard into her, bringing her groaning. Sadie screamed as he pumped harder, faster, going painfully deep. Half pleasure, half pain. Pain won out to inch around her pelvis. It flared out down her legs like hot water, too hot for the skin closing over her getting hotter with each thrust.

  She gasped. “Aroc it’s too much…stop!” She worried he hadn’t heard her when his arms tightened around her waist and in a flash, he was on his back on the floor of the shower with her riding on his lap. Water showered down on his hard belly, creating a blurred wall of liquid between them.

  He laid the flat of his hand on her stomach. Her breath came in ragged gasps. His rough labored voice rumbled in his chest, under her hands. “Relax. Raise up on your knees.” His hungry gaze locked on her mouth. He shifted beneath her, lifting his pelvis a few inches off the floor and leaving her at an incline. Her bare breasts swayed over his face from the momentum. Aroc brushed his thumbs over her nipples, making her squirm and moan. “Take control of your pleasure, Sadie. Use me to satisfy your needs, your anger, your apprehension to coexisting in outer space with an alien twice your size.”

  He was right. She needed to take back control of her life, make the best of her situation, and stop waiting for things to return to what she considered normal. She trapped the corner of her lip between her teeth. Her gaze languidly raked down over the wet, handsome, trembling situation currently clenching his jaw, waiting for her to take control.

  She felt empowered by his position. The sound of water gurgled into the slotted drain cover under her knees on the floor. She closed her eyes for a second, then opened them to Aroc’s hand cupping her cheek.

  The pale burgundy of his skin deepened under the strain. Black and burgundy eyes nearly glowing under the soft lights focused on her bouncing breasts then her eyes. “Fuck. Me. Sadie.” The tone raw and feral, the strained words erased her hesitation, her apprehension to take what he offered.

  At that slanted angle, she made a startling discovery. The deeper he went, the more the second smaller penis stimulated her clitoris, the hard nub quivering with each contact. A body built to give pleasure.

  On her knees, Sadie rose and lowered herself, finding a rhythm and depth she could handle. Hands planted on his chest; she let go of her inhibitions and pumped her hips over his erection.

  Pants and groans filled the air, and he repeated that word over and over. She didn’t care. She needed this, his touch, the embrace in the most desperate raw manner. Hungry for more, she moved into his grip on her waist, working her hips, riding back and forth, throwing her head back each time his firm fingers dimpled the skin of her stomach.

  The thick erection continued to swell inside, stretching her with each thrust. It felt wonderful, and she wanted more in the same vein that she couldn’t take one more push. It was like eating a delicious meal and becoming frustrated you were full, and there was half a plate of food left.

  Aroc’s hips left the floor, lodging himself deep inside. Her eyes widened, lips parted on a moan and braced her hands on his chest, steadying herself not to fall. The hunger and, raw desire burning in his gaze, she suspected lingered for his deceased wife. Only he used her body to relive it one last time. Wasn’t she doing the same, using his body, the contact to fill the void of having someone to love? Did it matter when it felt this good to have him inside her? She could be a surrogate for love this intense that he ached for his wife two years after her death.

  “Ka-hon-tek-ron,” Aroc murmured, and now she wondered if it were a nickname for his wife. Getting to his elbows, Sadie watched Aroc’s grip tighten on her knees. He adjusted until he held her waist, holding her down over his stiff body. Their bodies fractured when the orgasm hit hard.

  Sadie moaned, her breasts bouncing behind every thrust.

  She clung to Aroc, her arms around his neck, their body’s slick with sweat and shower water. Face buried in his neck inhaling she breathed in his spicy scent.

  Aroc spoke under his breath in murmurs. He carried her naked out of the shower, her legs wrapped around his waist. “Where are we going?”

  “The stairs,” he said walking through the dark room.

  One handed, he tugged open a door revealing a set of stairs. Sadie got on her knees hands braced to the stair above her, her back to Aroc. The carpeted stairs lent a measure of cushion she appreciated when he sank deep, thick, and long in one slow push. His testicles slapped her sensitive skin.

  Hissing from the deep penetration, Sadie gripped the edge of the stairs leading up to a dark room. As he pumped into her, he curved over her kissing her neck. As their wet bodies molded together, she understood. This position was dangerous for karuntees if they lost control and released their spikes.

  Aroc stiffened. Hot liquid poured into Sadie as he came inside, his seed filling her cervix. For a moment, the fear of pregnancy stole over her. Injection birth controls were a new concept for her. There was no way to check the accuracy rate of
it. She’d simply have to rely on the doctor's words as true.

  Winded, Aroc whispered in her ear. His hot breath tickled over her wet skin. “What are you muttering into the carpet?”

  Sadie turned her face, resting her cheek on the edge of the step. “Do we know about the effectiveness of the injections the doctor gave me…the birth control?”

  Aroc blew out a frustrated breath. “If I thought you weren’t protected I wouldn't have taken you,” he spat out and it held more than she’d asked.

  She left it alone. Exhausted, and slightly sore with him snug inside her body, Sadie struggled to peer up at him through her lashes. Aroc sighed into her neck, the warmth of his fingers smoothing hair off her shoulder.

  She followed the slice of light across the floor at the top of the stairs. This was his workout room. “Can you lift up from my behind? Your size is cumbersome and I’m getting carpet burn on my stomach, Captain.”

  He snorted, easing his length out of her body, still pulsing sporadically from the climax. The cool air chilled her bare behind when his body heat faded. When he stood, his fingers trailed a line down her spine through the moisture. He let out a moan, working his open palms to either side of her waist before helping her to her feet. He scooped her into his arms, her breasts flattened against his sweaty chest, her arm hung loose.

  Shakily, he carried her up the last two unlit stairs to a room with a padded floor. The faint scent of mint suggested chewing gum. That made her smile to think of him popping a stick of gum like a little boy, chewing with the muscle in his temple flexing. Was he ever a little boy? Fragile? Scared? Unsure of himself, unlike the tough clan leader of a fierce race and captain of his species she’d grown to respect over these weeks. And truthfully, she’d grown to like…immensley.

  “I have a large tub I soak in after a workout.” He carried her through an arch leading to an alcove housing the deepest tub she’d ever seen. Aroc pushed a button and steam spilled out of the walls. Hot water bubbled up from the floor of the tub.