by Cora Blu
Aroc’s fingers flexed around her stomach. “Perfect. You have good tone. A strong frame for such a gentle-looking female,” he commented, his mouth near her ear, warming it with his breath. He patted her flat stomach, the muscles contracting behind each contact of his hand. “Fight from here using your core for balance.” As he tugged her back, his groin rubbed the small of her back. “And from here.” His thumb stroked her ribs. “When you twist, balance the move with your hips, not just your waist. You could strain your back. Let’s go again.” The feel of his hands moving down her hips brought her attention down where he adjusted her stance, angling her hips sideways. She admired the warrior in him. The pride he took in making certain she could protect herself made her smile. “Brace up,” he commanded, leaving her to step into his crouched form before her. Thick muscles bunched at his shoulders, biceps, and have mercy, she could scrub a quilt clean on the ripples of his stomach.
A couple seconds later, Aroc took her down six times. On the seventh, when he had her in a headlock, she’d had enough slamming her foot back into his thigh, weakening his grip. She spun and kicked him in the stomach, the pain shot up her leg, and they both stumbled back. But she remained on her feet.
Excited she finally got a hit in, she jumped into Aroc’s arms. Her breath whooshed out as he crushed her to his chest, whirling her around the padded room. They were both ecstatic at her achievement.
Head tipped back he roared, his voice dark, and predatory bouncing off the walls. “I knew you had it within you to be a warrior.” His warm skin released an earthy masculine scent she found arousing. He stopped spinning to look at her, smoothing back her flyaway strands. “I’m proud of you, Sadie. Proud of the way you take charge of your life and go after what you want. Earth is too confining for your spirit. You should stay up here on the station.”
“I’ve thought about it many times, but I need a reason to walk away from what I know, from my structure.”
Face to face, nose to nose, they stared into the other’s eyes. Her world slid sideways when her back hit the padded wall. Sadie braced her hands on his face, her fingertips on his ears, her lips hungry for his approaching kiss. When it came, it consumed her. Took over and molded her body with an all-consuming heat that lit her from her toes up through her hair. Grouping her arms around his head, she moaned her pleasure into his mouth, a slow drugging play of lips and tongue. The way she’d remembered from the first time. His touch was electric.
“Sadie!” Aroc growled along the tender skin of her throat, nudging her PJ’s away to leave an impassioned trail down between her breasts. “Hmm.” He caressed her lips with his. “Shower with me as a woman, not Norese’s caregiver, for right now. We’ll work out the details of what this is later.”
***
“A shower…”
“Naked this time.” His breath skimmed along her mouth with each word. One-handed, he cupped her jaw, bringing their faces together. “Me inside this body, as deep as you can take this.” His thigh separated her thighs until she rode the length of his leg. “As long as you can take me, Sadie. I’ll make love to you if you let me. But I’ve taken enough of your choices away. This one I’ll leave to you.”
“Yes…”
Naked, Sadie managed to step into the walled shower surrounded by a panel with more buttons and jets than she’d ever seen. Not true—she saw them every weekend when she gave Aroc massages to ease his back muscles. He’d stretch out naked on a long table covered with a sheet and she’d rub warm oil along his spine.
She shifted enough so his fingers circled her nipples, the skin drawing up tight. Her eyes rolled back in her head. If he didn’t take one into his mouth soon, Sadie would explode.
“They’re so dark against your skin, reminds me of your eyes, warm and inviting.” He tasted one then the other. Her nails dug into his shoulders to steady herself.
She did not attempt to respond, just reveled in his rough hands searching every inch of her breasts. When her feet left the ground, Sadie cupped the back of his head. Had a man ever praised her body before Aroc Farkus…no!
She sighed. “Aroc, what are you doing to me that I can hardly think when you touch me there?”
He dropped to his knees, his thumb slipping between her swollen folds followed by his face buried in her sex. The tip of his tongue tortured her sex, her back flat to the wall steadying herself against the assault. Every stroke, lick, and thrust was a calculated domination leaving her gasping and jerking into his mouth.
“Oh—I’m, I’m…yes!” She splintered, erupted, and completely came apart as his strokes slowed until she went limp over his shoulder.
Aroc nuzzled her inner thighs before getting to his feet holding her in his embrace, his pulse thudding under her ear pressed to his chest.
By the time he released her, Sadie’s skin tingled from the absence of his touch.
He washed her from her toes to the top of her head, never entering her. If he didn’t take her soon, Sadie was going to throw him to the ground and mount him as if he were a horse. Riding him around the room.
With a painful-looking erection, Aroc swaddled her in a towel neglecting his own release.
“You don’t want to have sex with me?”
He growled low in his throat, making her sex clenched. Hooking a towel around his waist, he led her by the hand to the kitchen for a glass of water. “You’ll need support for what I’m going to do to you.” He was dead serious, not a smile in sight. “You’ll appreciate a soft surface when you’re on your stomach.”
“Ah!...okay,” was the extent of her vocabulary at that point.
A light blinked on the wall console. Aroc depressed the speaker button.
“It’s late, Montage…there better be a body somewhere.”
“Question… Running drills tonight?”
Not if she had a say. She shook her head, wanting him to herself tonight.
He made eye contact with her and the heat could have melted glass. “Tell the crew to get some rest this weekend. Your captain will be out of commission.”
And so would she from the wicked gleam in Aroc’s. She stood on tiptoe, bracing her hand over his chest and offered him her mouth.
Montage’s voice echoed out of the speakers. “Thank you, Sadie. I never thought I’d thank a human, but you have worth. Take care of our captain.” He hesitated and Aroc nudged her chin with the tip of one finger. As if on cue, Montage said, “Captain, I’ll leave you to your night.”
Aroc ended the call, and she couldn’t take her eyes off the bulge tenting the towel around his waist.
“It’s time to take care of your male.”
The heat in his eyes said they were done talking.
They hurried out of the kitchen down the hall veering off to the right to the bedrooms—his was the largest.
Inside the room, Aroc lowered the lights. The pitch-black night swallowed the shadows, leaving them with touch, scent, and sound to navigate their way. The motorized shades covering the window hissed as they rose a few inches, emitting a soft glow off the river to reach their level that illuminated the carpeted floor.
A grin opened his face, and his eyes drank her in, swallowing her down in slow gulps. The slight bounce of his Adams apple caught her attention, making her want to brush her lips across the surface.
The soft covers made a brushing noise when he drew them back.
Sadie crawled to the center, her bare breasts swinging freely. Aroc’s gaze greedily followed each sway.
The desire to feel his hands on her again, touching her, made her edgy. It’d been too long since a man made love to her and she couldn’t believe the dark, selfish, hunger she felt for Aroc. Had she suppressed it to save their friendship the way he had?
Yes, she had.
“Reach beneath the pillow and hand me the tube.”
She blinked in confusion. “Tube? Something that’s made up here for karuntians? Are you certain it’s safe for human skin?” she asked, bringing it to her face, worriedly flip
ping it over.
“You didn’t break out when I used it in the shower, Sadie. Why would you now?”
Shower— Had she been that befuddled to not notice him stroking gel up his shaft? Yes, she’d been devoid of clarity that day.
Curious to see what they considered protection, she swept her hand under the pillow until it closed over something malleable. Sadie brought the toothpaste tube shaped container up to read the name in black type along the side. Aroc removed it from her fingers, flipping the cap open to squeeze a dollop of black goo onto his palm. Reaching between them, he shifted, raising his hips and massaging his wet palm over the head of the large erection.
“It forms a protective barrier, killing the sperm as it passes through.” His eyes turned serious with his next words. “I know you’ve had the injection to prevent a pregnancy, but if we decide to make a child one day, I want it to be a conscious choice, not a result of our greedy lust for one another.”
With a gentle bite on her bottom lip, she agreed, unable to stop herself from watching him stroking himself applying the gel. The color changed to an opaque almost clear resin. Her brow jerked up.
“The color of protection,” he informed her and she stared, but curiosity had always been her downfall.
That didn’t kill the pulse thudding in her throat now hammering up in her ears. Drawn by his dark stare, Sadie leaned in to press a kiss on the moon tattoo on his scalp, grazing the edge of his ear with her lip. “I didn’t know you offered entertainment on top of everything else.”
“Next time you can apply it,” he said against the pulse thudding in her neck.
She gave in when his fingers cupped her behind, dragging her flat on the mattress. Teeth nibbled gently over her slightly damp flesh every few inches. That sizzled along her skin. Her back lifted off the bed. Moaning, she angled over as he scooped her up turning her onto her belly, feeling vulnerable with her bare behind exposed to his desires.
The bed dipped as he came over her. Tense, wondering what he was going to do, she gasped at the first touch of his tongue flicking up the center of her back. She strained to look back at him, but he pressed her to the bed with one hand.
“Hush.” The velvet word slid over her skin, melting her curiosity. “Let me taste your skin. The smooth uninterrupted contours warming my hands. Your body is flawless, all supple, and sweetly scented—moon peach—tempting me, toying with my patience, knowing I crave this when you’re not here.” He slid a hand beneath her belly, propping her hips up higher off the bed. “The way your hips flare out down here when you walk through my home drives the soul-destroying hunger you stir within me, Sadie.”
So did knowing he watched her when she walked through the house. “I’m glad I can make you hungry. You, on the other hand, make me feel demure when you look at me,” she mused. Sadie could stay this way all night, enjoying his feathered kisses dotting her cheek. He was an enigma, unusually tender with the power of a gorilla in his grip. His deep voice caught her attention.
He nuzzled her throat, warm breath caressing her skin. “You’re demure, Sadie. You need a male that’s strong enough to appreciate your strengths and protect your weaknesses, the few you have.” Aroc was a flirt, who knew. “I want to take care of you and give you space to be free.”
She threw her head back at the first delicious touch of his wet tongue on the, sensitive spot at the base of her neck. The spot where a cool breeze made her shudder. Aroc’s heat had her writhing against the mattress. Compressing her lips to hold back the cries for mercy wobbling on her tongue, Sadie moaned into the cool sheets bunched in her fist. His tongue flirted with each vertebra of her spine; the wet sensation curved her back into fits of ecstasy behind each lick.
“I can’t do this with a karuntee female,” he murmured, achingly slow along her skin, the vibration an orchestra of tingles, quivers, and trembles. The minutes until he made it to her waist were excruciating, leaving her gasping into the pillow. Held in place, by Aroc’s hands on her waist, she didn’t fight his hold as he nibbled along the sensitive curve at the rounded orbs of her behind. “You’re delicious, Sadie, the flavor of my woman no one else will ever savor again. You’re mine, Ochi…mine.”
Indulging in his touch, the sounds of him sucking her flesh between his lips, she stretched her arms outward, spreading them out over the pillow. She gave in to his desire and relaxed under his administrations.
As she thought she couldn’t take one more lick or nip, he adjusted them until she lay face up on her back. Between her thighs, Aroc leisurely dipped his tongue along the sensitive plane of her legs, one, then the other, tasting her with warm kisses. Thick forearms trapped her legs together and his chin massaged the swollen mound between her thighs. He was torturing her clit back and forth with gentle pressure.
“Aroc! Please!”
Her thighs trembled under his hands holding her knees out wide. He licked her. One long, rough, deep thrust arched her back off the bed. When she relaxed the curve of her spine, Aroc was watching her, moisture glistening on his lips.
“You’re drenched, Sadie.” His words were tight and thick.
He licked her again and again, twisting her, adjusting his angle, teasing her relentlessly with the tip of his tongue. The building pressure made her eyes water. Her throat tightened, suppressing a scream of utter ecstasy when her climax rocked her.
“Sadie!” He groaned, dragging her legs apart.
Heat consumed her when his mouth latched on, sucking hungrily on her flesh, his tongue waving her orgasm to the surface of her skin. Thrashing under his touch, Sadie closed her hands over her face, and threw her hips up to meet his assault. She had no idea how long he stayed there, but when she finally spiraled back inside herself, she needed a minute to find some air to breathe.
“Is this sweet juice for me Sadie?” He lapped at her core one last time. Looking up, his chin slick and wet, he smiled dark and greedy at her throbbing clit and winked at her. He wasn’t done.
Brushing her hair from around her face, Sadie couldn’t believe he wanted more. “You’re not inside yet and I’m already spent,” she said flat on her back again.
“But you don’t want me to stop, do you?”
“No…” The words came out low and weak. Shaking her head side to side, she realized she was too far-gone to know whether the words came out, or even if she’d made a sound.
Laughing, he shoved her legs apart just this side of pain. Her body trembled with aftershocks while he went for round two, when she was still slapping around from round one.
Aroc used words with meanings she didn’t know; yet her body recognized the impatient tone and answered, sending up a groan at the first touch of his tongue. His shoulders flexed behind each lick, his back arching in rolling waves on each dip of his mouth to her clit. Like a soft burgundy crashing current, he slammed into her, pushing her climax to play at the edge of one cliff after another until she dug her heels into his back. His spikes rose.
Aroc growled. Lapping at her, feeding on her softest flesh, he brought her to a manic climax while the springs squeaked with each jerk of her body fragmenting under his touch.
What had she released? He was insatiable.
He rose over her, positioning himself at her swollen body still working its way down from the orgasm. “Sadie,” he called roughly as he entered her in a solid thrust that filled her—no she was completely stuffed with his length.
“Oh Aroc!” she murmured, thrashing her head back far enough that she could see the headboard. She hadn’t recovered before another orgasm claimed her body. Aroc drew himself out to the edge, teasing her body. The arch in her back relaxed enough for her to look down the length of her body to see him staring down at her.
“No rush,” he whispered on a drugging slur of a man holding off his climax. She’d wanted him for months. “Roll your hips up to meet my thrusts.” He spoke between labored thrusts, his broad frame suspended over hers as his hands used the bed to brace himself. She couldn’t speak, awed b
y the sight of his chest flexing above her with a glint of sweat beading on his skin. He pumped faster, his forehead pressed into her shoulder as his chest caressed her swollen breasts.
Sadie arched into his touch, rubbing her aching nipples to work the taut tips. She cried out for him to taste her, wanting his mouth on her breasts, before she clawed the skin on his back. Aroc responded, bending at an uncomfortable angle, curling his tongue around the tip and sucking it into his mouth.
She needed more of his mouth on her. Sadie propped up on her elbow, cupped the back of his head, and fed him her breasts one then the other.
Aroc grunted, working them until he drew in his spikes and she straddled his waist. Surging into her tight body, he gripped her hips, spilling himself inside her, the heat of his seed filling her in hot waves.
“Sadie! Fuck!” His body jerked under her in small shunts that held the smaller penis to rub her oversensitive clit making her climax one last time. Not as explosive as before, but a wicked hum sending hot fluid to slip between her folds. Aroc’s parted lips smiled as if he felt it too. He kissed her chin, hot breath coating her throat as he dropped his head to her chest.
Exhausted, Sadie dropped to his chest, her heart pounding in her ears. Weak limbed, her fingers glided on the moisture coating his skin as her arms fell to the side. She nuzzled into the warmth of his wild masculine scent filling her nostrils. He rolled them onto their sides, and feeling around to shift the covers up over their sweaty bodies.
“Sadie, my sweet, sweet Sadie.” Aroc sighed in delight, curving an arm over her back until she angled her face up to see him. “Now you can go to sleep.”
She nuzzled closer, draping her leg over his warm thigh, contented in his corded muscle embrace. “No problem.”
For two days, she stayed there, feeding Norese and holding and making love to Farkus.
She’d deal with Oliver at work on Monday. Right now, the karuntian wrapped around her body took center stage. He’d become more than a price to stay alive. Aroc Farkus had become a presence in her life, her world. A presence she cared about…. Did she love Aroc? Was she in love with an alien?
