His actions were producing the desired result. He still wanted more.
He pushed her legs wide, assessing her anatomy, calculating how they would best fit together, processing everything that he’d experienced with her so far and what he knew from all the human DNA he’d assimilated. With renewed determination, he put his lips to the nexus of stimulation, sucking it as she had done to him.
She reached out to hold on to the side of her fridge and the edge of a cabinet that stuck out past the counter, her eyes closed. There was so much wetness and heat issuing from inside her. Her slit was slick with wanting. He was understanding more and more.
He pressed his fingers to her.
“Zemanni…” She draped her legs over his shoulders, shifting her hips to give him better access.
He pinched her sensory nexus between his lips as he slid his fingers deep. Her central core flexed around them, squeezing them tight. The musculature of this part of her reproductive anatomy was fascinating.
Remembering how his own body had thrust against her without him even consciously telling it to do so, he started sliding his fingers in and out, swirling her nexus with his tongue.
“Oh, God,” she gasped. “How do you know how to do this?”
Instinct.
The same instinct that told him to stand and drive his dick into her, to thrust himself in her core over and over again until that same explosion of energy flooded both of their bodies. But she’d already done that for him once.
He didn’t like unbalanced scales.
Her grip tightened on his hair and he increased his pace, the intensity of his mouth on her. He sucked and pulled, alternating the stimuli to try to bring her the greatest pleasure.
He felt her body tense, then her feet dug into his back as her spine arched, lifting most of her body completely off the counter for a moment. The muscles around his fingers pulsed harder and faster.
When his own body had peaked in its pleasure threshold, she had increased her pace. He did the same for her, moving his hand more quickly, his tongue more firmly. She cried out, thrashing on the counter as she bucked her hips against him.
His body responded. His dick throbbed and his entire pelvic region felt tight and heavy. He wanted to feel the full effect of this aspect of human physicality.
And now, the score was even.
Chapter Seven
Stars were flickering in Brooke’s eyes as Zemanni pulled his fingers from her. She opened her mouth to speak, but he stood so quickly, she didn’t have a chance to say anything.
He grabbed the back of her neck again, pulling her face to his for another soul-searing kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, conquered it. And that wasn’t enough.
She felt his dick at the entrance of her core for a brief second before he drove himself into her. Again, he didn’t give her time to catch her breath. He immediately started thrusting into her, fast and hard. His dick was so big, she couldn’t believe she was managing him.
On the heels of the incredible climax he’d already given her, her body lit up with a heat that consumed all thought. He stretched her, filled her, compelled her body to give itself to the pleasure that he was pouring into her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, using them to draw him deeper. He grunted his approval, pulling her closer by wrapping his free arm around her back.
Finally releasing her mouth, he dropped his head, staring at where they were connected, watching as he pounded into her. She couldn’t stop looking at him—the gorgeous alien setting her nerves on fire.
He brought his gaze back to hers, and the wonder that she saw there made her breath catch in her throat. A thrill of something more than physical pleasure poured along her nerve endings along with the resonating thrums of his near-frantic strokes.
Maybe he noticed her reaction, because his expression shuttered. He dropped both hands to her ass, lifting her from the counter and turning them around, then staggering a few paces to the wall and pinning her against it.
Without the counter supporting her weight, she slid farther down his shaft. She tightened her legs around his waist, using her arms on his shoulders to rock against him, meeting his thrusts and grinding her clit against him each time he landed.
Damn, she could let him fuck her like this forever.
Her body wasn’t as patient. Sparks were already starting to sizzle along nerves that had been stimulated past anything she’d thought she could take. The first orgasm had primed her system—like a warm up before the main event, and her senses were going all out for this one.
He held her with his intense stare, until his eyes widened suddenly, then clenched shut. His fingers dug into her hips, dancing at the edge between pain and pleasure. His dick, already stretching her pussy as far as it could go, started to pulse, each throb booming through her body like a drum.
The pounding beat pushed her over the edge. Her climax tore through her, hitting her bone-deep. She clawed at his back, hips thrashing against his, lost in sensations that struck at her awareness from everywhere in her body. Her thoroughly kissed lips, her love-bite covered neck, and most intensely, where his dick was still jack-hammering into her.
“Stars.” His voice rose as he said again, “Stars.”
He pinned her to the wall, his dick buried to the hilt, each pulse of his shaft amplifying the booming aftershocks of her own orgasm. All she could do was try to breathe—to feel his heat soaking into her, the sweat coating their bodies mingling.
His grip on her ass loosened for a moment, but then he tightened his fingers again, kneading her flesh. He angled his hips away from her slowly, but then pushed his softening dick back in deeper.
She’d never had a lover who seemed so reluctant for sex to be over. But Zemanni was keeping their hips pinned together, like he didn’t want to slip out of her.
The presence of him inside of her still was the weirdest comfort. Relaxing instead of stimulating.
“Again,” he said.
She started to laugh. He sucked in a quick breath, closing his eyes, then blew it out slowly.
“The vibrations you’re making...” he said. “I like them.”
“I liked the vibrations you made, too. But we’re going to have to wait a while before we can do anything like that again.”
The furrow between his eyebrows deepened. “How long?”
“I don’t know. Every guy is different. But we’re going to have to, you know…disengage.”
He looked like he was going to argue, but then he stepped away from the wall, letting her unwrap her legs and put her feet back on the ground. Her knees felt more than a little unsteady.
“Maybe we should go sit on the couch,” she said. “Do you want any more coffee?”
“Later.”
The predatory stare was back, but this time, it sent a shiver of pure delight through her. She could guess exactly what he had in mind. And she had plenty of ideas of her own.
She took his hand and led him to the living room. She didn’t have it in her to dress, and with the heat radiating from both of them, she didn’t feel the need to wrap up in the blanket that was covering her couch. Instead, they just sat.
She flopped, resting her head on the cushions.
“You had to have done that before,” she said. And yet, the raw abandon that he’d shown, the primal urges that he hadn’t held back a single bit, made her wonder.
“No.”
“Scorpiians don’t have sex?”
He paused for a moment, then said, “Not like that.”
“How do you do it, then?”
“You don’t want to know.”
She shrugged. “I’ll take your word for it.”
The stare was getting a little awkward. They needed something to do to fill the time.
Elliot’s game console—actually, her console, since she’d bought it, after all—was sitting on the coffee table. Brooke turned it on, along with the TV, then handed Zemanni a controller.
“What’s this?” he s
aid.
“A video game.”
As the screen came to life, she had a brief moment of misgiving. She turned to Zemanni and poked a finger into his coarse chest hair.
“Don’t you dare enjoy this more than sex,” she said.
One of his eyebrows arched up, and then… His face transformed. Not in a scary shapeshifting alien kind of way. In a beautiful, eyes crinkling at the corners, lips turning up in a smile, bright teeth flashing, absolutely sincere smile kind of way.
Her heart started to pound. That smile could do a lot of damage. It could put her feet on the slippery slope of starting to fall for him. He let out a deep, booming laugh, and that was even worse. Her toes curled on the thick carpet.
“Don’t worry about that,” he said. “I can’t imagine anything competing with what we did in the kitchen.” His expression darkened, but his lips still pulled into a smile. “Except for variations.”
Variations?
She swallowed hard, several different “variations” running through her head. The game beeped, giving her an excuse to look away from him.
The sex was incredible. But she needed to do something else with him—something a little more normal than reenacting a porno with a complete stranger. Who was an alien.
“Maybe it is that kind of movie,” she murmured to herself.
“What kind of movie?”
“Forget it.” She shook her head, activating the load screen. “Do you even know what a movie is?”
“Of course. They’re very popular on your planet.”
She snorted. “On my planet. This is so weird.”
The game was familiar. It would help take her mind off of the hot alien sitting next to her, and give her a chance to process everything that had happened. Except maybe not. She’d forgotten that the disk in the console was a scifi game.
“Balls,” she said.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s like a swear. Something we say when we’re frustrated. Literally, it means ‘testicles’.”
He looked down at his crotch for a moment, then back to the screen. “I guess that makes sense. What do you call the cluster of nerves that you most enjoyed me stimulating?”
“You’re going to have to narrow that down. You stimulated tons of my ‘nerve clusters’.”
“The nub in the slit between your legs.”
Damn, he was to the point. Then again, he didn’t know when not to be. And she kind of liked how direct he was.
“It’s called the clitoris,” she said.
“Clitoris.”
The game finally loaded, saving her from giving him more lessons on Earth names for sexy anatomy. She talked him through the controls briefly as the opening cinematic played.
“It might take you a while to get the hang of it, but try not to stress,” she said. “If you die, you respawn.”
“Sounds familiar,” he murmured.
Was that what had happened to him? Had someone killed him and he… What? Used his shapeshifting abilities to respawn, but now he was stuck in this form?
Zemanni snorted as a spaceship appeared on the backdrop of stars. “That looks almost like a Centaurian vessel. What’s it supposed to be?”
“I don’t know. This is my ex’s game—I never paid attention when he talked about it. I just like shooting things.”
Zemanni’s smile quirked up on one side. She swore his gaze seemed to soften.
“What?” she said.
“Nothing.” He turned to the game as the level started up.
Chapter Eight
One of the opponents Brooke had described appeared on the screen. While Zemanni experimented with the controls, she managed to skillfully dispatch the combatants—some sort of armored humanoids that disintegrated when struck correctly with the right simulated weapon.
Some of the maneuvers she completed were impressive. At least, they would have been in reality.
He watched her fingers on the control, processing how she used the interface to command the figure representing herself in the game. Thoughts of her fingers working on his dick kept intruding on his focus, and it took him longer than he would have expected to grasp the logistics.
As soon as he returned his attention to the screen, he joined her efforts in achieving their objective. Their opponents were dispatched almost as quickly as they appeared. The experience was strangely gratifying.
Sex, coffee, and video games. Perhaps being trapped in a human form wasn’t so bad after all.
“Damn, you’re a natural at this, too.” Brooke smirked at him, casting a quick glance his way before hitting controls in a sequence that disintegrated several opponents.
Sitting with her and playing this game, working toward a shared objective, made that strange warmth return to his chest.
He didn’t like it.
Seeking to distract himself from the sensation, he said, “What’s an ‘ex’?”
“Ugh.” Brooke rolled her eyes. “It’s someone I used to date. Until he got all weird and super-controlling. You know what dating is, right?”
“Not really.”
He had researched Earthlings and their culture more than other Scorpiians might, but only as much as he thought would serve him in navigating their culture while hunting his bounties. The more time he spent with Brooke, the more gaps he found in his knowledge.
She hit another sequence, flanking a group of opponents that he had drawn out into an excellent ambush area on the screen and helping him dispatch them in a pincer movement. He hadn’t even had to tell her his plan. It was even more gratifying to work with someone who seemed to think and react like he did.
“When people seem to click—to get along well—we date,” she said. “We go out and have fun. Eat, drink, and generally be merry.”
“And play video games.”
“Sometimes.”
“What about sex?”
“Sometimes that, too.”
“Your ex—he enjoyed this video game more than sex?”
She snorted. “Yup.”
“What an idiot.”
She started to laugh, and kept on going long enough that he had to cover her to ensure their opponents didn’t disintegrate her representation in the game. The sound of her laughter made that warm tightness surge through his chest again, but this time, it didn’t bother him as much.
He was starting to like it.
“Damn, Z,” she said. “I could get used to having you around.”
That was a good thing, because he had nowhere else to go. The thought chilled the sensation in his chest. He needed to form backup plans immediately.
Returning to his people like this was not an option. Aside from the ridicule he would face, they would see him as weakened and target him. He doubted he would survive long. If another Scorpiian discovered him on Earth trapped in this form, he would face the same fate.
Before determining his options, he had to make peace with his circumstances. He had no supply of quicksilver and no means to access more. His ship had been destroyed.
He was stuck like this for the rest of his life.
The only comfort was knowing that he’d already lived longer than most Scorpiians. Spending the next fifty or so decades in a human body was something he could do. Especially if he could spend them like this.
He glanced over at Brooke, watching the intensity she displayed while taking out her opponents in the game. Coffee was intensely enjoyable, both in flavor and the effect on his body. He was sure there were many other experiences that would rival it while he explored the foods he would need to sustain this body.
But nothing could compare to the incredible feeling of his dick buried in her. Everything she’d done to him—and even what he had done to her—had given him pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known.
His dick began to harden at the memories, tingling sensations spreading through him though they weren’t even touching. Human bodies were amazing.
He wasn’t sure if Brooke would let him stay wi
th her forever, though.
Most Earthlings pair-bonded, much like Sadirians. If he could get her to bond with him, that would facilitate securing this location as a base of operations—and the perks that came along with it.
“You don’t have a bondmate, right?” he said.
“No. And I’m up on my shots and don’t have any STDs and I’m on the pill. I’m guessing since you don’t ‘make a contribution’ when we’re having sex, that I don’t need to worry about getting anything from you, either.”
“My form is mostly human, but I’m still fundamentally Scorpiian,” he said.
His DNA hadn’t quite forgotten that, even though the tiny amount of quicksilver remaining in his system had gone dormant. It would be enough to destroy any pathogens that attempted to invade his body, preventing him from passing them on to her.
“Thanks for the reassurance. Excellent job.”
He could detect the insincerity of her tone. He shouldn’t feel compelled to reassure her, but he did.
“I won’t transmit anything to you,” he said.
“Cool.”
“You don’t enjoy video games more than sex, do you?” he asked.
“Of course not. Well, I should say I don’t enjoy them as much as sex with you. There have been a couple of—”
Before she could finish her statement, he knocked the controller out of her hand, dropping his on the table in front of them. He shoved the table away, giving him more room to maneuver.
“Hey, what are you—”
He swallowed the rest of her question with a kiss, covering her body with his. Her skin was chilled. She must have been growing cold while sitting next to him on the couch naked.
He’d been considering exploring other things they could do with their bodies, but he had to feel himself buried in her again. He wanted to warm her—to share his warmth. The emotional desire was as alien to him as the physical ones. He shied away from thinking about how he had been altered at such a profound level and what it meant for his future.
Right now, he wanted to focus on this. Brooke beneath him. Her tongue tangling with his, her passion rising up to crash against his own.
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