Sextus

by Alana Khan

  Why bother lying to him? I’ll never see him again after tomorrow. “That was before I got to know you. You’re a quality male.”

  “Out of all the beings in the galaxy, I’ve met the only person who believes such a thing. I’ll brush up on my higher mathematics to calculate the odds of that,” he jokes.

  “It’s true, Sextus. I know, you can be a dracker. But under your dracky exterior you’re a good male.”

  He pulls over and sets down on a little dirt path. Reaching over, he slides his hand between my hair and the nape of my neck. He’s piercing me with a serious gaze, like he’s speaking volumes, but I have no clue what he’s saying.

  “I wish things were different, Lexa. I’d stay with you if you’d have me.” He holds my chin with his other hand, slides his thumb along my bottom lip, then pulls away and lifts the hovercraft off the ground.

  What the fuck was that? Is he playing me? Why would he say that?

  “Did you know that spitting in public in an easterly direction is punishable by a fine and up to six days in jail?” I ask, trying to change the subject. I made that up. I can’t read at all because of the water in my eyes. I don’t know where the water came from because it’s not raining and I certainly couldn’t be crying.

  “I shouldn’t have said that,” he continues as if I never told him the interesting non-fact about spitting. “It was a dracky thing to say. You made that word up? I like it.”

  He sings a drinking song that I don’t believe is even in his language. Looks like neither of us wants to continue this conversation.

  Five hours later, we’re finishing our tour of the third property. There’s no such thing as a realtor on this planet. You just use a code to get into the house and cameras follow your every move so you can’t break or steal anything.

  “Do you see anything wrong with this one, Six? It seems a good value. It’s clean, well-maintained, is fully furnished, and has more acreage than the others.”

  “Acreage?”

  “More rextans, more property.”

  “If you believe the written report, it’s in good shape.”

  I make him walk through it with me a third time, then decide this is the one.

  “I’ll contact the realty company, tell them I’m buying it, then we can return to the ship.”

  “Without sleeping here for a night?”

  “Sleeping here? Normally you don’t do that until after you buy it.”

  “No, most people sleep in the house for a night. Make certain it’s comfortable, safe, the neighbors don’t have loud parties, and the plumbing works. I assumed you knew that. We don’t have time to get back to the Tranquility before nightfall.”

  I look outside and see it’s already dusk.

  Sleep here with Six? Why does this idea thrill me and repel me in equal measures?

  “The place is furnished. There are four beds. You should sleep here tonight with me. That way if you hear funny sounds at night it won’t be as scary as it would your first night without me.”

  Sextus

  It’s surprising that her Earth doesn’t have the custom of sleeping in a house before you buy it. I thought it unusual that she didn’t bring food; I’m glad I did.

  It’s completely dark outside and we’ve eaten our sandwiches and cellots. This might be the longest night of my life.

  I can smell her arousal, and I’d have to be blind not to notice the longing looks she casts my way. I’d have acted on her unspoken invitation hoaras ago if her words from Lusion weren’t burned into my brain: “I can’t do this, Six. I can’t let you in. My heart would break open, dissolve into molecules if I opened every crevice of my soul to you, then lost you.”

  “I’m tired, Lexa. I’ll sleep in the red room. It’s next door to yours. If something frightens you, just call my name or come get me.”

  When I stand to leave, she clears her throat. “Could you… Could you sleep in bed with me? Like on Lusion? I’d feel safer.”

  “You’ll be sleeping here alone tomorrow. Don’t you think you should try it out tonight?”

  She rises out of her chair, then stands there, brown eyes wide in her pretty face, paralyzed.

  “Lexa?”

  “I want…” She takes a big gulp of air, “I want to sleep with you, Six. I want…” She sighs deep in the back of her throat. “I want...to do all the things I’ve been fantasizing about. I want...to stay up all night and have you teach me everything a male and female can do together.”

  I want to take a step toward her, but intentionally take one step back, and then another.

  “We’ll only have one night together, little Lexa. We’re going in two separate directions with our lives. You said you couldn’t bear that. I don’t want to hurt you. Don’t you think you’d be happier if you sleep alone tonight? If not, I could hover us back to the Tranquility. You could sleep in your own bed in your cabin.”

  If I hadn’t spent the last handful of days in such close proximity, if I didn’t know her so well, I’d think this was a different person than the one I’ve spent the last few days with. I watch as her wide-eyed, fearful stare is replaced by the firm facial set of a female who knows exactly what she wants.

  She stalks toward me, her eyes never leaving mine, steps between my feet and lifts on her toes while pulling my shoulders down toward her. Fisting my hair, she presses close, then kisses me with a passion I didn’t know she possessed.

  “Lexa, neither of us should take this lightly. Females rarely forget their first. You don’t want it to be me. I’m not a good male. Move here to Salute, find a quality male, give yourself to—”

  She stops my torrent of meaningless words by slipping her tongue firmly between my lips.

  “You said there are cameras in every room, Six, to curb vandalism. Turn off the one in the master bedroom. Then teach me. After tonight, I don’t want to meet the definition of untouched anymore.”

  I must admit, the female knows her own mind. So do I.

  “I’m not Six. Call me Sex. Unless…,” a filthy smile slashes across my face, “you want to call me Sir.”

  Lexa

  Oh my God, he’s a sexy beast. That dirty smile, all that gorgeous sky-blue skin, those savage markings all over his body. I try not to blush when I recall the cobalt blue swirls that mark his cock.

  He wants to play sex games? He wants me to call him sir? I feel like his fingers plucked my clit.

  “I’ll defer to you, Sextus. You’re in charge. Make this good—for both of us. Shall I call you Sir?”

  “No.” He shakes his head. “Those games are for more advanced players. Tonight I’m Sextus, or Sex.”

  He stalks into the huge master bedroom, decorated in every shade of blue. How fitting that my blue lover will join me in that bed in a matter of minutes. He grabs the pad we used to navigate our way here and uses it to find every recording device in the room. He systematically disassembles each one, then sweeps the room one more time.

  “You said you’ve been fantasizing, little Lexa. Now would be a good time to share.”

  I stand on the bed and beckon him over so we’re eye to eye, then pull him close and wrap my arms around his neck. “There are so many, Sextus. My mouth on every part of you, yours on every part of me. Your cock crossing my threshold. And all the surprising things you had in mind for the five-day trip to Earth—if you’re up for it.” I slash him a wild, sexy smile of my own.

  The time for talking is over, because he claims my mouth—his lips hard on mine. His fingers spear through my hair, cupping my head, pulling me even closer.

  When we kissed on Lusion he was tender, thoughtful, his movements were controlled, designed to tempt and seduce. This kiss is untamed passion, full of fire and desire. I catch the sight of his blue eyes, burning with need.

  “I’m going to explore you from top to bottom, Lexa.” He pulls my t-shirt off and my leggings down, then lifts me off the bed and into his arms. “I used supreme self-control on Lusion. I wanted to kill every male on the plan
et. I wanted to burn the casino to the ground. There were three males in particular, who looked at you like you were a tempting piece of meat...I was moments away from slicing their throats.”

  His admission of jealousy makes me inordinately happy. “Really? I thought you liked the way I looked in my halftique.”

  “No,” he leans his head back to take a long look at me, starting with my face, then a slow, hot slide down my body. “This, this is how I like to look at you, Lexa. I want to see your pretty face. I want to see your eloquent expressions. Should I describe what I see now? I see longing and desire. What male worth the air he breathes wouldn’t kill to see raw need on his female’s face? Why would I want that covered? A thousand glances at your perfect breasts aren’t worth one glimpse of your face right now.”

  He pulls my body even closer to his chest and kisses me with so much hunger and longing. His tongue pillages my mouth, claiming me as certainly as if he were an explorer planting a flag of ownership. And for a woman who’s had to take care of herself her entire life, it’s amazing how easily I give myself to him. I allow him to take complete control.

  He bends, setting me down in the middle of the bed, then shucks his clothes and dives in next to me. He pulls off my bra and panties, then leans back and sucks in his breath. “I’m memorizing every ince of you, Lexa. First my eyes, then my hands, and then my mouth will know every hill and valley of your body. Close your eyes.”

  After shuttering my lids, I wait. I feel him leave the bed, then the mattress dips with his weight as he returns. My body is humming with desire and anticipation. I love not being in charge. Maybe for the first time in my life, I enjoy sinking into passivity, letting him take total control.

  My breathing is quick and deep, my nostrils flare. The air is warm, yet my nipples are peaked in anticipation. Energy is thrumming at the juncture of my legs.

  “I’d never hurt you, little Lexa. Trust me?”

  I nod, although my heart kicks into a faster rhythm. In my experience, when someone asks for your trust they’re about to violate it.

  Cold, hard, flat metal scrapes my forehead. Using sheer force of will, I keep my lids from flying open. I try to keep my breathing regular, but I know it hitched in panic the moment his knife touched my skin.

  “Pay attention to your body, Lexa. Know one thing, I will never hurt you.”

  I settle deeper into the mattress and hold on to those words like they’re a lifeline. As soon as my breathing returns to normal, he scrapes my skin with the cool blade of his knife. I’ve studied for exams and written a doctoral dissertation and concentrated so hard at the poker table I’ve forgotten to breathe, but I don’t believe I’ve ever been this focused in my entire life.

  I’m paying complete attention to every pull of the blade, every movement of his hands. His knife scrapes slowly across forehead, eyebrows, cheekbones, and the slope of my nose. The blade is warm now, the temperature of my skin.

  He’s touching me so gently, yet the menace of the metal grabs my complete attention. The rasp of the blade is like a caress, an extension of his hand. The gentle movement on my skin elicits the sound of distant thunder behind my ears.

  I’ve settled into this procedure now. Fear has ebbed completely and been replaced by...desire. The knife is at my throat, yet I have no worry as to my safety. I’m fully focused on the gentle draw and scrape of the deadly blade. My nipples contract into tight peaks and there is an insistent pulsing in my core.

  Sextus touches every inch of my skin. His ministrations are so delicate that the knife’s path is soundless. Every molecule of flesh he touches becomes alive, aware, turned on, and expectant.

  Time slows down. I’m aware of every pulsebeat of my heart. My bottom lip hurts because I’m biting it. I’m fully in this moment, aware of even the softest sounds in the room. I notice every silent breath of mine, every heavy rasp of his.

  The blade works its way down my sides. I feel the dip and rise as it painstakingly travels over every rib. He scrapes the hollow of my belly, then slowly works his way up toward my breasts. Fear is long gone from this equation. This procedure is so slow and sensual that arousal is mounting in a way I’ve never felt before.

  He turns the angle of the knife perhaps one degree. The bite of the blade changes, the sound of the scrape is slightly louder. And the feeling on my flesh is even more titillating. Oh my God, can I die from this? Can I die from the yearning that is mounting along every nerve and synapse of my body? And he hasn’t yet touched one of my erogenous zones.

  The blade is my friend. It makes its unhurried journey up the mound of my breast, then stops just short of the peak. He lifts the weapon and starts at the base, repeating the movement up a different slope. He repeats this motion over and over again, scrupulously working his way around every millimeter of my breast, yet never touching my nipple.

  I realize I’m trembling—from my lips to my thighs, even my hands. An orgasm is building deep within me and this male hasn’t even touched me skin-to-skin.

  Every molecule in my body is focused in anticipation of the cool tip of his knife touching the warm tip of my nipple. He’s drawing it out, making me wait, repeating his actions from base to areola again.

  I can feel the yearning in my core; I’m aware of the liquid pooling between my legs.

  It’s only when a deep groan escapes my mouth, pulled from somewhere inside me I never knew existed, that the blade touches the crest of my nipple. The slightest scrape, and a huge orgasm barrels down on me from the depths of my pelvis.

  Every muscle in my body contracts, giving me measures of pleasure I’ve never touched before. I’ve gone from moaning to screaming in rapture, and I continue to spasm for so long I wonder if this procedure changed the very laws of space and time.

  He must have tossed the knife aside, because he’s lying next to me, spooning me from behind, pressing me to him so tightly it accentuates the orgasm. It seems like minutes until my body stops spasming, completes its release, and I float back fully into myself.

  My normal mind chatter blissfully ceases. Another me, a different Lexa might ask how that happened, assessing and measuring and writing up the directions of what he did so I could replicate it. But this Lexa, the one in Sex’s hard-muscled blue arms, is just still and quiet with a happy cat-like smile on her face.

  “Boneless,” I finally manage to tell him. I somehow find the energy to turn in his embrace, look at his gorgeous face, and smile at him. He’s smiling back. Is this how comrades feel after they’ve fought a battle and survived? They’ve been through something so unique, shared something no one else could even attempt to understand. “Sextus.” It’s uttered with high praise, surprise, and awe. It’s an affirmation so deep its meaning can’t be fully comprehended.

  I lay my head on his pec and listen to his heart, still beating fast, even as my pulse slows. I give myself one more minute to come down from that life-altering orgasm, then move to kiss him. His lips are soft. His kisses are sweet. I may be in the happy afterglow of release, but he’s unfulfilled.

  “Do you trust me, Sex?” He has to say yes after what I just allowed him to do. I’ll need his buy-in because of that awful moment in our history when I hurt him because of my inexperience.

  He simply nods.

  I slide down his body, nipping and scraping his blue skin. It’s easy to follow the path of the cobalt markings, working my way lower down his hard-muscled pecs to his washboard abs, and below.

  I slide my knees between his thighs and sit back on my heels for a moment, just drinking in the sight of him. I care about this male. At the very least, I want to give him a portion of the pleasure he just gave me.

  My hands slide from his knees up his inner thighs. His eyes shutter closed. He’s giving himself over to my touch, even though I caused him pain last time I did this.

  “I won’t hurt you, Sextus. I just want to give you pleasure. I take instruction well if you feel the need to give it.”

  I lick upward with the tip of my
tongue, following the path my hands just made. Then I repeat the motion with the flat of my tongue.

  Grabbing his pulsing, blue cock with my hand, I admire him. I’m getting acquainted with the length and girth, the soft skin and the firm meat below it. When I lean down and breathe on the head, I’m greeted by an approving pulse.

  I can’t tear my eyes from the glistening bead of liquid on his tip. Swirling my tongue around it, I swipe it up and taste it. I realize the sweet and spicy flavor is far less important than the intimacy of the act. It somehow decimates any barriers between us.

  I take complete control of this now as I fully taste and explore the feel of this male. Between my hand and my mouth, I’m learning what he likes, what he loves, and what makes his hips levitate off the bed in appreciation.

  I feel not only sensual, but powerful. My smallest action can bring him such pleasure. I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock while pumping his shaft with my hand. I’m rewarded with a soft grunt.