The Klaskians Series: Boxset Bks 1-3

by Amelia Wilson

  “We do not… kiss. You will have to show me what you want.”

  The intense way Andar was studying her mouth told her that he did know what the basics of the act were. Janelle’s stomach clenched hard with anticipation when she imagined his warm lips covering her own, bruising hers with the force of his male desire.

  “You, uh, bring your mouth to mine. I’ll show you after that.” She blushed furiously, her skin on fire everywhere. Her mouth and throat went completely dry.

  Maslar stood back from the bed, watching from a distance as Andar leaned forward. He titled Janelle’s chin up on instinct and he gently pressed his mouth to hers. Janelle wasn’t sure what to do. She’d never kissed someone who didn’t know what they were doing. She had hardly kissed anyone at all.

  Andar’s soft, warm lips moved against her own. She moaned, the sound parting her lips. On instinct, she moved the tip of her tongue to taste Andar, trailing it over his bottom lip. A low, growling sound escaped him and filled the room.

  Janelle pulled back swiftly, afraid that she’d done something to upset Andar, but when she looked into his eyes, dark and wide with desire, she realized the sound had been a growl of desire that escaped past a clenched throat. The fire in his eyes made her heartbeat accelerate wildly. Her blood surged though her veins so loudly that she was afraid it was audible.

  Without warning, Andar brought his mouth back to hers with a crushing intensity that stole her breath. His hands cupped her face as his tongue licked and tasted her mouth. Janelle’s lips parted for him and she took his tongue into her mouth. A wild storm of sensation swept over Janelle. There was no thought; there was only her body and his, his mouth on hers. Andar wasn’t gentle as he found her tongue with his and stroked it in fiery movements.

  Andar was solid strength and dark, wild, raw passion. He awoke something inside Janelle that she didn’t know existed. His other hand came to rest on her waist and when he urged her forward, she did not resist him. She leaned into the rigid wall of his chest, pressing her breasts with the painfully hard nipples into the muscled planes. The press of her body to his through the fabric of her dress wasn’t nearly enough. She wanted their bare skin to touch. She wanted his body on hers, moving over her, claiming her, taking her roughly, making her his. She moaned as he claimed her hotly. Her own hands reached up and gripped his neck. His long, dark hair was tied at the nape and she buried her hands into the incredible silk of it.

  When Andar pulled away, his breath was as husky and rough as her own. “Was that right? Is that how humans kiss?”

  Janelle could only nod. “Yes,” she finally gasped, shocked at the raw wantonness in her own voice.

  Andar turned and extended a hand to Maslar but he backed away. “I’ll just watch. I don’t want to overwhelm you, Janelle.”

  She nodded, her head spinning at the thought of the two men taking her at the same time. Her body responded eagerly, a rush of wetness pooling between her thighs. She was shocked at her own primal desires.

  “What would you like me to do, Janelle? Where should I start?” Andar asked gently. His purple orbs drew her in and captivated her until it was only them in the room.

  “I want you to touch me,” she whispered. “Here.” She placed her hand over his when he raised it and carefully guided it to her breast. She whimpered when Andar’s hand cupped the heavy orb. He gently kneaded the already straining nipple through the thin fabric of her dress. Janelle leaned into his touch; the shockwaves of what he was doing were echoed in her aching sex.

  “Like this?” Andar circled his fingers maddeningly over her aching nipple.

  “I want to feel you on my skin,” Janelle whispered. “I don’t want there to be anything between us.”

  Andar’s face became stormy and his purple eyes darkened a shade. The heady scent she’d smelled when she woke up deepened and she realized Andar was the source of it.

  “As you wish,” Andar said smoothly. He rose from the bed and pulled her up with him. Janelle swayed, her legs numb and shaky. Andar supported her with one arm while he easily divested her of the dress with his other hand. He pulled it up over her head, baring her naked body to him.

  Janelle’s face flushed with heat. She was worried that a being like Andar wouldn’t like what he saw. She knew that the female in the cave that had tended to the human women had been magnificent. How could she possibly compare to members of his own species?

  She shouldn’t have been worried. Andar’s eyes swept hotly over her body and he growled low in his throat. “You are amazing Janelle. You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.” He drew her close, his hand on her hip. She arched against his hard body, feeling for the first time the ridge of his arousal pressed against her stomach.

  Boldly, she reached down and touched the waist of his breaches. “I don’t want there to be anything between us,” she repeated with a whisper.

  Andar’s hands fell away from her, only to remove his own clothing. He slid his breaches down over his thickly muscled legs and stepped from them. Janelle’s eyes widened when she saw how large Andar was. His cock was huge. It jutted from his body, so thick she doubted she could wrap her palm around him. Her throat went dry and her sex grew slippery and wet as the pounding ache within increased.

  She glanced over at Maslar, but he looked only at her. He seemed captivated by the lush curves, the valleys and plains of her own body. Her eyes focused back on Adar’s face and he seemed to be waiting for her command.

  “This is all for you,” Andar whispered, caressing her cheek gently. Even that brief touch sent a thousand burning embers coursing through Janelle. “I want to know what you want.”

  “I…” Did he know that she was a virgin? That no man had ever done more than kiss and paw at her? Janelle had always guarded herself from men. After her father left her mother pregnant at seventeen, she could never imagine repeating what had happened. She’d never met someone she thought it would mean anything with, until now. “I want you to taste me.” Janelle stared down at the thick cock between them. A shiny droplet of liquid arousal bloomed at the tip and dripped onto the floor by their feet. Her mouth watered when she thought of tasting that liquid, fitting the entire massive length of him into her mouth. “Actually,” Janelle whispered, “I want to taste you.” She turned her head to Maslar. “I want to taste both of you.”

  Chapter 8

  Maslar took a halting step forward. His hands went to his breaches and he removed them, sliding them down his hips and casting them aside. He watched Janelle’s face. Her eyes grew round and wide when she looked at his straining erection.

  “Lay back on the bed,” Maslar said huskily. “I have a way that we can give you everything you want.”

  Janelle moved slowly, eventually doing as he asked. He thought it was sweet how she tried to cover her breasts and her sex instinctively. She was shy and innocent. When Maslar breathed in deeply he raised a brow. Her scent was like rain, like fresh, clear water. She had never lain with a man before. They would have to be careful with her, introducing her slowly to the arts of pleasure.

  Andar was already shifting onto the bed. He ran his hand up Janelle’s smooth, shapely leg and she trembled under his touch. Maslar growled low in his throat and Andar moved to the side, sucking and kissing his way up Janelle’s body. He found her breasts and he worshipped them with his mouth, running his tongue over the hard peaks. Janelle gasped and arched into him. She was so very responsive it made Malar’s own body ache with longing.

  He could no longer hold back. In truth, he had never felt as out of control as he did now. He eased onto the bed and when he ran his hand over Janelle’s leg she whimpered low in her throat. The smell of her anticipation and desire was as fragrant in the air as Andar’s had been a few moments ago. Maslar had yet to emit his own scent. He did desire the human woman, but it was like his grief was so deep he doubted he would ever be able to give that scent to someone else again.

  Pushing his morose thoughts away, he focused only on Jan
elle. She was his future. She was the woman who might give him a young. His blood soared at the prospect.

  “What are you going to do?” Janelle asked. Her soft voice was alluringly thick with arousal.

  “I am going to worship you,” Maslar said. “I am going to lick and suck every single part of you until you cry out in ecstasy.”

  “Oh,” Janelle breathed out. She was silent after that, and when Maslar ran his hand up her leg, over her thigh, they fell away easily under his touch, exposing her most beautiful part.

  She was so wet and ready, her sex glistening with her own juices. Maslar’s mouth watered to taste her but he would first restrain himself. He was going to make this an experience she would never forget. This was about her pleasure first, not his.

  Andar was tenderly kissing Janelle, caressing her body, readying her for Maslar’s touch.

  Maslar edged forward and Janelle’s legs parted around his massive shoulders, spreading wide. A fresh wave of her scent washed over the room and Maslar could tell just how excited she was for him to touch her.

  Reaching out, Maslar explored her sex gently. He parted her folds with his index finger and thumb, his hand getting soaked in her musk. She smelled delicious, so feminine and erotic it sent his pulse racing and his cock pounding painfully between his legs. He knew it would still be a while before he took his own relief, and the sweet pain only made the moment that much more erotic.

  Maslar bent his head and his mouth hovered just over her sex. When she felt his warm breath on her, she squirmed and made little mewling noises in the back of her throat.

  “Is this what you want, Janelle? Is this how I should taste you?” Maslar asked in his deep, rich voice.

  “Yes,” she whimpered, shifting her pelvis into his touch. “Yes… please…”

  “As you command.”

  Maslar dipped his face and licked her sex in one long, hot motion. Janelle cried out, arching her hips, grinding into his face in a soundless plea for more. Maslar slowly explored the folds he had parted with his fingers. Her musk on his tongue was the sweetest thing he had ever tasted. His head swam and he felt his control slipping away.

  He licked her again, tracing the outline of her with his tongue. He started from the bottom of her sex and made his way to the top, to her tight, swollen clit. Janelle arched off the bed again, her cries of pleasure filling the room. She was panting and Maslar knew it wouldn’t be long until she shattered apart under his mouth.

  He licked her again, parting her so that his tongue could penetrate deep into her sex. Her heat closed in around him sweetly and tightly. She twisted against him and moaned, already climbing the peak towards her climax. He withdrew and plunged in again, parting her urgently before he pulled out and did another slow, agonizing lap of her sex, finding her clit and suckling it into his mouth.

  “Please…” Janelle panted. “Oh god… I feel…”

  “What do you feel, Janelle?” Andar asked softly, pulling away, his thumbs still kneading her nipples. Her chest was thrust into his touch, her back raised off the bed as she silently begged for more.

  “I want to… to shatter,” Janelle whimpered.

  Maslar smiled without raising his head. “Then you shall,” he said quietly. He reached out and while suckling her clit, he inserted the tip of his index finger into her hot, tight entrance.

  Janelle went wild. Her body jerked against his touch, her hips jacked off the bed. Her wordless cries of pleasure echoed through the room. She gave herself up to the pleasure. Her sex grew swollen and Maslar lapped at the rush of juices, the taste of her sweetest ambrosia on his tongue.

  He waited, licked her softly until she came back down, until her cries softened into little whimpers and then ceased all together. Only then did Maslar raise his head.

  “How did that feel, Janelle?”

  Her blue eyes were glazed over with passion and strands of her long, blonde hair had come loose from her braid as she thrashed her head. Her face had the sweetest blush of pleasure coloring her cheeks.

  “Amazing,” she whispered. Her brow knitted tightly and she surprised them by asking her next question. “I thought you said you had a way that I could do both. Taste you and have you taste me.” She seemed almost disappointed.

  Maslar stifled a groan of sheer wild, male need. “Yes. I have a way. I just wanted to give you a taste of your own pleasure first. There is much, much more for you, Janelle. You’ll just have to trust us.”

  “I do,” she whispered, and her words rang with sincerity. “I do trust you.”

  Andar turned and Maslar met his purple gaze. Wordlessly they changed positions, so that Andar was nestled between Janelle’s legs and Maslar had access to her beautiful breasts and her full, lush mouth.

  Chapter 9

  Janelle’s head swam with heady sensations. She had never dreamed that such incredible pleasure was possible, and the night was just beginning.

  Andar was now between her legs, kissing and nipping his way from her ankle all the way up to her thigh. The pinpricks of pain when he scored her skin with his teeth mixed with the erotic pleasure of his kiss to create an incredible, mind-numbing sensation.

  Janelle turned her attention to Maslar, who was kneeling on the bed beside her. “Show me,” she whispered. “I want to know what to do to give you the same kind of pleasure you just gave me.”

  Maslar made a sound deep in the back of his throat and his face pinched. His purple eyes were stormy, and for a second Janelle thought she’d said the wrong thing, but then he smiled softly. “Janelle, you are so eager that it already gives me pleasure. I will guide you because you’ve asked me to.”

  His words sent an erotic chill racing up her spine. He reached out and took her hand, guiding it to his hard, aching cock. She had never touched a man in such an intimate way before. Her stomach clenched hard and her throat went dry.

  Between her legs, Andar was taking his time, still kissing and biting her gently, blowing on her skin to create a new sensation. She sensed that he didn’t want to distract her until later.

  “Like this?” Janelle asked, closing her small hand over the large, hard shaft. Good god, he was so thick that she could hardly make a fist around him. She began to slowly stroke him back and forth.

  “Yes. Like that,” Maslar responded through gritted teeth. He arched his pelvis into her hand, thrusting slightly in time to the rhythm her hand was setting.

  Drops of moisture beaded on the head of his cock and Janelle reached up with her hand, smearing the liquid over his engorged shaft to lubricate her hand as it slid down and over him. She worked his cock, growing more confident when he closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure.

  When he reached down and placed his large hand over her own, Janelle stilled. “Would you like to take me into your mouth now?” Maslar asked, his eyes opening and focusing on her face.

  “Yes,” Janelle whispered, her answer coming out like a plea.

  Maslar nodded. He said nothing but pulled away and she let her hand drop back down to her side. As Maslar moved over her face, straddling her, she watched him intently, half afraid that he was going to choke her like that.

  “Do you trust me Janelle?” Maslar asked again.

  “Yes,” she said. “I do trust you.”

  He brushed his fingertip over her cheek. “Don’t worry, then. I would never hurt you. Even though you are going to do this, it is still about your pleasure.”

  “I understand.” Janelle waited with her breath held as Maslar palmed himself, taking his massive cock in his hand. He stroked it gently a few times and she watched in awe as the member responded, pulsing in his hand.

  Droplets of moisture formed on the head again but he didn’t brush them away. Instead he moved his cock to her mouth and let the salty droplets fall onto her bottom lip. Her tongue snaked out and tasted the rich musk of him. It was salty and rich, unlike anything she had ever tasted before. Janelle swallowed the taste of him, hungry for more.

  Janelle opened her mo
uth and Maslar pushed his cock in an inch past her parted lips. She tasted him with her tongue, running it over the smooth, velvety head. She explored him, tasting every inch of him. She reached out and cupped Maslar’s balls with her hand, surprising them both. She teased him there, exploring the smooth, hairless skin before she moved her hand upwards, pulling him towards her, urging him to give her every single inch of himself.

  “That’s it,” Maslar gasped when his cock was half in her mouth. “Suck me; take me to the back of your throat, slowly. I’ll let you set the pace.”

  He slid in slowly, inch by inch and Janelle sucked him as he commanded. She wrapped her lips around him, taking him deeper and deeper. She stopped suddenly, when he was at the back of her tongue. She wanted to see how far she could go, but she also wanted to explore him.

  She pulled away slightly and ran her tongue over the engorged shaft, over the veins and the hard ridges and the silk of his skin.

  Maslar groaned and leaning forward, he gently stroked her cheek. Between her legs, Andar blew on her wet, swollen sex and gently started to lap at her. Janelle moaned, the sound half smothered by Maslar’s cock in her mouth. She quivered, leaning into him and Andar at the same time.

  The pleasure Andar’s mouth sent radiating through her body drove her forward. She arched her head upwards and tilted her face back, sucking Maslar’s cock to the back of her throat. She nearly choked but she kept going, taking him to the hilt. She pulled away and did it again, setting a rhythm as she suckled and tasted and teased him with her tongue.

  “Janelle…” Maslar whispered huskily. The way he said her name told her that he was greatly enjoying what she was doing, and it spurred her on.

  Janelle could tell that Maslar was trying to control himself. He was trying to stop his hips from moving, but his pelvis jacked back and forth of its own accord. He slid in and out of her mouth and she took all of him even as his thrusts became more forceful and frenzied.