by Amanda Milo
She wasn’t hesitant. She wasn’t robotic. Her gaze was locked on mine when she brought her hand up to her mouth, and spit on it.
“Fuck me,” I breathed.
She reached out and grabbed my cock.
Yeah, I let her. We were two people, alone. I didn’t know exactly what she felt for me, but if her rescuing my ass and jumping to my defense was any indication, she felt good things. I sure as hell knew what I felt for her. She wanted this—so did I.
Her hand was not hot, but it was soft, and I gritted my teeth against the urge to spontaneously bust.
She crouched, her other hand landing on my thigh, the pressure, the simple touch damn good. Nori was focused on my dick like it was her job to make an official inspection. I ground down on my molars while she ran her thumb over the crown, then swept her touch along the underside.
My knees almost buckled.
That was how the world’s slowest handjob began. Slow was not a bad thing. It was not a bad thing at all.
“Just like that,” I confirmed when she pulled her smooth palm along the end of my shaft, tightening her fingers.
I covered her hand with my own, and encouraged her to tighten her grip.
It was the sensual slide of her hand, the extra squeeze she gave the head with each pull, and the way she glanced up at me under her long lashes.
The way her hair felt when I gathered it in my fist so that I could see her face.
“Nori,” I rasped, and this time, she met my stare, her golden eyes striking, so pretty, so mesmerizing I wanted to kiss her.
She licked those full, plump lips.
I felt my balls draw up—her eyes dropped to watch the action, and she pumped me slow, dragging her grip to meet my corona.
My hand covered hers again, and I aimed myself away from her as come shot out.
She watched, fascinated, and she didn’t stop her slow, perfect tugging along my length until I caught her wrist. “That’s good, baby.”
I was breathing hard, and I was hit with a massive dose of excitement to see Nori was panting a little too.
I wondered if she’d done this before.
And that didn’t bother me until I wondered who she’d done this with. Her creator? Had he made her, then touched her?
I bared my teeth.
Then again, if I’d created this woman... No. I still wouldn’t take advantage of her. If she wanted me, that’d be another story. I hoped that was Nori’s story.
She stood, and there was no regret, no shyness, not that I could detect.
Good. I had plans, ever since I’d seen what looked like a special Yolla feature. “Nori?”
Her gaze was open, warm. Proud.
She had every reason to be. I smiled at her. “I didn’t get to check out all of your parts.”
“No?”
I took her hand, and began leading her toward the bedrolls. “Not even close, Charger.”
Exploring Nori took time. I’d seen everything there was to see each time we bathed, but aside from the few moments our skin made contact, I’d never truly explored her.
My hands brushed down her shoulders and, fuck me, by the time she slowly took off her tank top, her perfectly pert breasts jiggling with the movement, I was hard again.
The rounded softness was just like the rest of her—the skin there showing signs of her survival of this harsh planet. She’d made a few tiny stitches along the left one, and I gingerly traced my thumb against the repaired tear.
Just like me, life had put some wear on her. But she survived.
She was perfect.
I was suddenly wishing I’d used a pleasure droid over the past couple decades to break up my self-imposed celibacy, because my cock was about to go full-blown hormonal teenager on me.
Nori’s handjob—although fucking amazing—apparently wasn’t enough.
Nori’s surprisingly soft hands roamed my bared chest once I discarded my shirt that was still damp with her tears. Her slim fingers ran through the short hair along my pectorals, curiously tracking it down to my navel where her fingertip hovered above my jutting erection.
I’d lost a good amount of mass—uh, my body, not my dick—but overall, my body kept its shape. Leaner, but the sleek-tone of my youth before I spent most of my time behind a desk, thanks to the endless trekking through the dense jungle in search of...
Her finger traced my length and I momentarily lost all thought.
The pressure building at the base of my cock was a pleasurable warning that I was already rearing to go for round two.
“Not yet,” I whispered, shaking my head to clear the lust. My digits captured hers, pulling her hand to my lips where I kissed her palm.
She shivered.
“You like that?”
“I... do.”
I explored further, following an invisible path up her arm, careful to bypass the tight stitching from past wounds she’d meticulously woven.
Her chest rose and fell, quicker now, and my gaze inadvertently veered to her tightening nipples. The areolas were a tawny hue, puffy and beautiful.
The weight in my groin built and I felt like I could fuck for days.
Her golden eyes shone brighter, her full lips—a dark rose—parted to reveal her pink tongue. My thoughts instantly dove into the gutter imagining all the things she could do with that mouth.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” I blurted.
For the first time ever her cheeks flamed with a gorgeous blush. Her right eyelid fluttered while her left eye, missing its skin and showing her mech in its strange glory, burned brilliantly.
“I am not—”
I stopped her right there. “Nope. My Charger doesn’t talk back to me. I tell her she’s pretty: she’s pretty. End of story.”
Nori smiled, clearly pleased. Hey, if she was seeing my fondness toward a car as a connection to her—well, whatever she needed as long as she felt more secure. But I sure as hell didn’t have thoughts like this over a vehicle.
If she was struggling to believe my words, to understand just how I found her beautiful—there was only one thing for it.
Live-fire demonstration.
This would by far be the most pleasurable one I’d ever gone through. Hell, if they offered these in basic, every man would sign up.
I grinned against the scar on her stomach.
I sure as fuck would have.
Slowly, my lips traced old wounds, old hurts, and tidy field repairs. While my lips worked, my thumbs rubbed slow, gentle circles into her flesh. My hands made lazy caresses, squeezes.
Pinches.
“Ohhhh,” Nori moaned.
I pinched her nipple again, rolling it, enjoying how it turned even darker when I let it go. My mouth watered. A low growl built in my throat as I brushed my jaw’s stubble across it, enjoying her gasp. I repeated this move on the twin, loving how her little peaks appeared to be begging for attention.
Giving it to them would be the gentlemanly thing. But first, I heated them with my exhales.
Nori’s hands landed on my head.
It caused my heart to compress. Just the simple sensation of a woman clutching at me did something to me.
To thank her as much as reward her—I closed my lips over a nipple. Nuzzling, sucking, tugging, I moved my lips over her, enjoying the texture changes, her softness when I popped her out and nommed her nearby flesh. “Mmm,” I groaned against her breast, biting gently when her fingers twisted in my hair, making my cock twitch.
Nori was learning me just as I was learning her, because she tugged at my scalp again.
Fuck, if she kept doing that I'd surely shoot my load in no time.
I dragged my mouth lower, licking and tasting every part of her skin I touched. The pads of my thumbs caressed her exposed mech, the smooth contrast alien to me in this moment.
I kneaded the flesh of her thighs after removing her shorts, most of her body feeling all too human, familiar, and sexy.
When I cupped her sex, my digits exploring
the slightly cushioned apex between her thighs, I discovered there was no opening—only her button that mimicked a clitoris.
A chuckle shook my shoulders. I'd unknowingly been preparing myself these past years to be satisfied with my hand.
Didn't even care.
I reached down, twisting my fist around the swollen head of my length. My cock was drooling in the presence of this gorgeous alien woman like I was a virgin about to get my dick wet for the first time.
I gave the button an experimental lick.
Her skin vibrated, the hum of her internal mechanics revving beneath my hands.
“S-s-sol!” she stuttered, and nearly short circuited.
“Tastes a bit like nitrile,” I murmured around my smirk, thinking of dental hygienists’ glove-covered fingers in my mouth. I dragged my tongue over her button again.
Panting, pupils rotating to expand, Nori asked, “Do you like nitrile?”
I lowered my mouth over her entire button, and felt a wicked smile stretch my face at her hopeful expression. “Never enjoyed it so much in my life. How ‘bout I show you?”
Her face morphed, and I gazed at her in awe, the gleam of a wicked vixen who’d just had a taste of pleasure softening her feminine features. She curled her fingers tighter into my hair and gripped, yanking my head back.
“Jesus, Nori!” I winced. “Break my fucking neck why don’t you?”
“There, there, my human.” How the hell she made a giggle sound sultry, I had no damn idea. She let go, stroking the nape of my neck as if to soothe me. “You enjoy hair pulling.”
“All right, woman,” I growled, attempting to cover my grin because there was no fucking way I’d admit she was right. “Shut up. This button of yours ain’t gonna lick itself.”
“Yes sir!” she purred.
It’d been a while but going down on a woman wasn’t something a man just forgot how to do. Especially one who only had his imagination to keep his spank bank filled the past couple decades.
The tip of my tongue slowly circled the nub, teasing her. Hell, teasing myself. I sucked her into my mouth, one hand gripping her ass cheek, one massaging her beautiful, perfectly weighted breast. Couldn’t help myself, giving it a firm squeeze and a jiggle. The flesh, so human, yet different, rippled beneath my hands in the most erotic way.
Her hips bucked, riding my lips and tongue, the sexiest fucking moans and little gasps erupting from her mouth.
Her fingers returned to my hair, gripping and tugging, pulling another growl of excitement from me. I smoothed my tongue over her button, applying pressure. It flattened, as if I’d pressed it with my thumb.
Nori froze, stalling for a matter of nanoseconds before lewdly rolling against my face. Body quivering, she found her release, moaning my name.
“That feel good?” I grinned, kissing the bewitching dip in her skin where her thigh met her hip.
“Very good.” Her gaze burned down into me, those dark rose lips plump and begging to be sucked and licked.
“May I use my mouth on you?”
I nearly jizzed.
My throat went dry and I stared up at her like a dopey fucker that didn’t know his own name. Had to shake myself.
Did she just ask if she could blow me?
Close your fucking mouth, Sol.
My jaw snapped shut, teeth clicking.
“You’re not gonna short circuit and bite off my dick, are you?”
Shit. Why’d I have to go and ask that?
I nervously chuckled, inwardly cringing. I hoped that didn’t offend her, but I was highly attached to my manhood.
She licked her pretty lips, thoughtfully eyeing my dick.
My cock jumped like, ‘Teeth are FINE: up for it here!’
I wondered if she suffered from this—perfectly good rationale getting buried under blind lust.
Ever seen a dog go belly up, hoping you’ll pet him?
It was probably embarrassing how eagerly I rolled to my back and hoped Nori would pet me.
I was torn; I wanted to eat up the sight of her crawling between my legs, but I knew I had to squeeze my eyes shut for a second so I didn’t blow this before we got started.
Her hand wrapped around my base. I began to run automotive details. The Dodge Charger became one of the biggest contenders in its heyday. It was one of the most impressive muscle cars on the market—
Her breasts teased my thighs, and it felt so good, my eyes nearly watered. When she moved in, her nipples grazed my balls and my chest shuddered right before my heart stopped.
Nori’s tongue pressed to the tip of my cock.
I saw heaven.
I wanted to be present enough to guide her, if she wanted it, but all I managed—all I could do—was grunt like an animal when she brought her lips over my tip as she tested various open-mouth kisses and suction.
Readjusting her grip, she pulled her fist up slightly.
I sucked in air through my teeth, “Yessss.”
Her eyes met mine, and the playful happiness there had my heart kicking back up. That’s when she applied her technique from earlier, gaining a rhythm pumping me, and wrapping me in the hot, silky haven of her mouth.
My neck muscles strained as I threw my head back, and gritted, “Gonna come.” My hand found her hair, and I held the silky strands in my fist as I added, “You—”
I had been about to say, ‘You don’t have to swallow,’ but she sped up, and it felt like fire licked down my spine before I exploded in her mouth, white edging her lips—but she didn’t stop taking my length in, and her tongue pressed to the underside, making my thigh muscles bulge.
“Fuck, Nori!” I groaned as I shakily pet her hair, and she looked up at me, and smiled around my cock.
I hooked her under her arms and dragged her onto my chest, settling her over my heart.
MY LEFT HAND HAD BEEN my only sexual partner since I’d lost Zoie. Sometimes I’d use my right to keep it interesting. Maybe a couple decades of celibacy got me a few jabs in the ribs from some of my buddies back on Earth, but the truth was...
I was so fucking afraid of losing another woman.
After my first failed date a few years after the funeral, the military stole my focus and I let it. There was always an enemy, always work to be done, new goals to reach—and best of all, it was alive and thriving.
Samara being taken from me too soon, it was tragic, unexpected, and sudden. I’d been young, in love, and thought I’d never recover.
Fool me once, shame on you...
A few years later, I’d met Zoie and she’d proved I could be human again and love another woman.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
I liked logic, understood it, and going for a third round, it just wasn’t logical. The two women I’d ever loved in my life had been ripped from me.
We all knew the risks, being enlisted, but a person never thinks it’ll happen to them. That they’ll be the one burying their spouse before they’ve fully lived their lives, watching their children grow up and start families of their own.
Nori shifted, her soft hair tickling my arm that she used as a pillow. The orange flames cast shadows over her worn and torn skin, but there was a spot along the curve of her shoulder that was unmarred, smooth, and perfect. I brushed my thumb across the patch before pressing my lips there.
Those feelings I thought I’d never experience again, they were surfacing, pulling me under.
I was in love with Nori.
It wasn’t the sex—though I sure as fuck forgot how much I loved the feel of a woman—it was her. Everything about her.
She was perfect—her flaws, her stitches, her golden eyes, her insecurities, and her strength.
Here lay an alien woman in my arms that no one could rip away from me. It’d be damn near impossible for anything to kill her, and she would—had already—live for centuries. I’d die long before she would, and the thought was almost incomprehensible. Comforting.
A woman I could love until I bit the dust.
/> NINE
CHARLIE
My fingers skimmed over the hand of a trowel, and before I could even think about lifting it, Zaid snatched it up and pointedly placed it atop his work bench five feet away.
My gaze narrowed. “You just can’t resist telling me no, can you?”
The mountain of an alien had the nerve to smile. Sunlight reflected off his translucent scales along the backs of his large biceps that flexed with any subtle move he made.
My canine dug into my bottom lip. Damn him for looking so good.
“I didn’t tell you no.” He slathered on a dollop of the mortar he’d whipped up.
“You didn’t have to say it aloud.”
“Sit down, Charlie.”
I glared.
He paused his task. “Please?”
“Fine. My feet are hurting anyway,” I sighed, sitting down with all the grace I could muster without toppling backward.
The birds in a nearby tree chattered away, their squawking at an all-time high today. Mating season, Lonan said. The dark green foliage on the branches was thick and would normally provide amazing shade, but I didn’t sit under it now. Those birds were pooping machines, and their cyan and white feathers floated to the ground like alien rainfall, getting all mucked up.
The tight skin over my stomach moved, and it didn’t even make me wince this time. My discomfort was immense, and I’d never been so miserable with my own body.
I rubbed my hand across my rounded abdomen, running over the list of names we’d been trying out. Mira was my favorite, though I didn’t even know if I was having a girl. Could be two boys in there. Would explain all the karate tournaments going on inside my beat up uterus.
“Just wait until these babies drop,” I patted my stomach. “You can’t tell me no then.”
The laugh unique to Zaid—a thunderous baritone—warmed my middle.
“That wasn’t a joke!” But I found myself smiling anyway.
The modest house they’d built wasn’t as jaw-dropping as the carved stone dwellings of Ghi, but it was beautiful to my eyes. It had a small kitchen where I could cook my own food—when Lonan or Kahn didn’t beat me to it—a living room, our bedroom, and a nursery.
