by Dixon, Ruby
“You think I want a mesakkah female? Still? After all we have been through?” He shakes his head. “I want you. I want you and your soft human skin and your brown hair and your big breasts and small body.” Reverently, he brushes his knuckles over my nipple and I bite back a moan, because it feels even tighter and achier than before. “I find all of you perfect. And I like your big breasts.”
“Oh, good,” I say weakly. “Because I’m afraid they’re not going anywhere.”
He shoots me another look.
“Right. Stop talking.”
“Correct. Now let me appreciate them without interruption.” He lowers his head, and before his mouth can touch my skin, he looks up. “Consider this ‘breast patrol.’”
Is…that a joke? I’m both surprised and amused and I want to tease him back, but then his mouth is on my nipple and I can’t think of a damn thing. I lie flat on my back, stunned, my fingers clenching the blankets while he explores my breast with his lips. His mouth is soft and yet firm, moving over the rounded curve of my breast, teasing along the valley between them, and then finally moving back to the sensitive pink nipple. When his tongue brushes over it, the breath explodes out of my lungs and I reach up and clench his horns. “Sentorr!”
“Beautiful,” is all he murmurs, rubbing his face against one breast before taking the nipple in his mouth again.
I’m a moaning, needy mess as he lavishes attention on my nipple, teasing the peak over and over before baring the other breast and then moving to give it the same consideration. I’m so aroused that my nipples feel as if they’re made of diamonds, and my pulse is throbbing low between my thighs, giving me that strange hollow ache that’s so new. “Please,” I whisper, and I’m not even entirely sure what I’m asking for. Just that I want more of this…and yet it’s still somehow not enough. When he lifts his head, my hips rock, involuntarily, and he gives one peak another hot, wet, open-mouthed kiss before starting to move lower.
“Breast patrol finds everything acceptable,” he says in a low voice, and then dips his tongue into my belly button. “Time to satisfy the requirements of the Pussy Patrol.”
That is the strangest—and most erotic—thing I’ve ever heard. Sentorr’s playing my sexy little game in that stiff way of his, and I love it. I wriggle a little on the bed even as he slides lower, my open tunic now only covering my arms. The rest of it has fallen aside and I’m completely exposed to him. As he slides lower, I can’t help but feel another stab of anxiety. Does my body match what he’s anticipated? I know humans have hair between their thighs and mesakkah don’t. I learned from watching human pornos that this is normal, though, and remember the shock and shame I felt in my youth when I started sprouting hair in awkward places, and boobs, and knew these weren’t mesakkah things. It’s hard not to think of that when he’s sliding one of my legs over his big shoulder and gazing at my pussy with such intense scrutiny. After a few moments more, I can’t stand it. “Say something.”
He looks up at me, heat in his eyes. “Mine,” he says thickly, and then his mouth is on me.
I gasp, because his face there is utterly shocking. I remain completely still as his tongue explores me with hard, hungry licks, pushing through my folds and delving into my core.
A ragged groan escapes him, shocking me with how needy it is. “You’re so keffing wet, Zoey.”
“Am I?” God, who is that breathless creature responding to him? It doesn’t sound like me. It’s too faint, too full of longing.
“You’re covering my face with your honey,” he tells me, and just hearing that makes me all jittery and needy. I arch my hips, then freeze, wondering if I should do that. But he only makes a sound of pleasure and then lowers his mouth to me once more.
And oh god, his tongue is everywhere, licking me and stroking me. I can hear how wet I am, hear his tongue moving over me, and it’s somehow obscene and sexy all at once. I bite down on my knuckle to stop the little noises rising in my throat, because he’s licking me everywhere and it’s both fascinating and still not enough. He’s avoiding my clit, and I remember idly that mesakkah women don’t have one. That the inside of their cunt is ultra-sensitive whereas we humans have a pleasure button on the outside.
It seems a shame to interrupt with pointers when his mouth is so very nice, though. And it is good. I love his mouth on me, love the feel of his tongue and his lips, the nuzzle of his face against my inner thighs. I just won’t come from this. And if this is going to be my first time having sex, I guess that’s okay, too. I read somewhere that not everyone comes every time.
He gives my pussy another lingering lick, and then pushes my folds apart. “I see it now,” he murmurs.
That makes me go up on my elbows to check, too. “See what?”
The look Sentorr gives me is smoldering and I swear my pussy’s getting wetter just from eye contact. “I watched a human mating vid earlier so I would know how to touch you.”
“You did?” If I had pearls, I’d clutch them. “That’s so naughty.”
“I wanted to learn your body so I’d give you pleasure,” he tells me, and then takes one thick blue finger and slowly circles around my clit. “And I’m glad I did because I learned about this. The one in the vid was pierced, though. It’s harder to find without a little silver hoop attached to it.”
I fall back on the bed with a choking gasp. That light touch felt as if electricity was rocketing through my body. Dear god. I’ve touched my clit tons of times on my own, and it’s never felt half as intense as that one small caress.
“Ah, but it looks like my research has paid off,” Sentorr murmurs in that sexy, delicious voice of his. “I’ve found the spot that will make you lose control, have I?”
I arch my back, panting. I love the dirty talk…but I also feel the overwhelming urge to grab him by the horns and shove his face back between my thighs so he can lick me until I come. “Sentorr,” I beg shamelessly. “I need more.”
“More touches?” And his blunt finger circles my clit again, making me nearly slide off the bed. If my hips weren’t cradled inches from his face, I’d be on the ground already. “Or more of my mouth?” And he leans in, hot breath fanning over my skin.
“Yes please,” I manage.
He chuckles, and the sound is so sexy that I moan all over again. “My beautiful Zoey,” he murmurs. “I’m going to take my time. Wouldn’t want the Pussy Patrol to give me a citation.”
I’m on the verge of pointing out that the Pussy Patrol is a dumb thing I made up, and we don’t give citations, but then he takes his thumb and rubs it up and down over the side of my clit, and I forget everything. I grab his horns and hold on as he touches me over and over, learning my body and describing it in great detail. How his fingers are dancing along the sides of my clit, or how he’s rubbing it with the pad of his thumb. How he’s going to sink one finger into my cunt and stretch me so I can fit his cock. How he’ll lick every fold twice over and lap up all my juices. He tells it all to me in explicit detail and takes his time, so when he finally lowers his head and puts his mouth on my clit instead of just his fingers, I’m so primed that I scream, the orgasm exploding through me with the force of a supernova. Everything in my body ripples and clenches, and the climax shudders over my body like a wave. It feels so good that I keep rocking and moving with it and with Sentorr’s mouth, only to realize that he’s not going to let me come down from the climax. That he’s going to keep licking and teasing me with his tongue, his lips and mouth on my clit, until I come all over again.
“Sentorr,” I gasp, tugging on his horns. I need a moment to breathe, to relax.
“Not yet,” he growls, hands locked on my thigh as he continues to drag his tongue over my clit, teasing me with those delicious ridges. “I haven’t had my fill of you.”
I want to tell him to stop, to wait, to let me have a breather, but then he suckles anew and I forget all about waiting. God, I want this and I want his mouth on me so bad. I dig my heels into his back, clinging to his horns a
s I grind against his mouth, crying out as the force of yet another orgasm begins to quake through me. If the last one was hard and fast, this one is languorous and takes so long to roll through my body that I’m practically crying with my second release. This time, after I come, I collapse on the blankets, panting, and gaze up at the ceiling, wondering if it’s spinning or if it’s just me.
My pussy throbs with how well it’s been used, and I give a contented little sigh as he kisses the inside of my thigh. I feel…incredible. So good. That hollow ache in my belly isn’t quite gone, but it’s been overwhelmed by the mellow pleasure traveling through me. I run my fingers through his hair, wriggling with ticklishness as he kisses and kisses my skin everywhere he can. “That was…incredible.”
“I pleased you well, then?” When I nod, he nips at my hip with his sharp fangs. “Good. I’d hate to think that the Pussy Patrol might walk away without, uh, satisfaction.”
I tap his cheek. “You’re not very good at the whole ‘patrol’ game, are you?”
He chuckles, his mouth against my skin so I feel his breath move ticklishly over me. “I’m better at other things.”
I sigh, because he’s not wrong. “You’re definitely a man of action. I like that.”
Sentorr continues to kiss my thighs and belly, as if he’s content to be down there all day. “Tell me how long you need.”
“How long I need?” His words aren’t registering in my desire-addled mind.
“Before I can make you come again,” he tells me, eyes still hot with arousal.
I realize I’ve pretty much been turned into a pile of happy, boneless goo and he hasn’t gotten to come at all. Nor have I had the chance to explore him like he has me. “I need a bit longer,” I admit. I pat the blankets. “Why don’t you come up here so I can touch you for a while?”
Sentorr groans and presses his face against my thigh. “I do not know if that’s a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because it might be too much for me. Even now, I ache for you so badly that…” He grits his teeth and shakes his head.
That he’s on the edge? “We have all night,” I cajole, sliding my hand over his blankets in another invitation. “And I want to learn your body. If you come all over my hands, then so be it. I just came all over your face, after all, and you didn’t mind.”
His teeth scrape over my thigh again, sending shivers through my body. “You can come on my face as many times as you want and I will always be greedy for more, Zoey.”
“Exactly. So come up here and let me snuggle you for a bit.” I run a teasing finger over the blankets. “It’s something I’ve wanted for a long time.”
When I pose it like he’s doing me a favor, it seems to convince him. Reluctantly, he leaves his spot between my thighs and moves to sit next to me on the bed, and then pulls me into his arms and tucks me against his chest. I’m struck by how utterly devoted he is to my pleasure, and a little besotted, too. How did I get so lucky?
I put my hand on his chest, and I can feel his heart racing under my touch. He’s plated and armored like all mesakkah, the thick, almost chitinous natural armor strangely sexy under my touch. I trace fingers along the ridges of one plate before sliding over to caress one rock-hard nipple. When Sentorr sucks in a breath and goes still, I slide out of his grip and sit on my knees, facing him. “Lean back so I can touch you.”
His nostrils flare, lust evident in his eyes. “If you’re sure.”
“Don’t make me call out the Dick Patrol,” I tease, moving my hand to the waistband of his trou. They’re made of a soft material, probably for sleeping, and his cock strains against the front, tenting the fabric. “I want to touch you and give you pleasure like you touched me. Is that so wrong?”
“I just don’t want you to feel as if you have to—”
I snort. “After all the filthy late-night conversations we’ve shared, what part of this makes you think I’m feeling obligated?” I drag a finger along the outline of his cock, because it seems bigger than I’d ever imagined. “I’m touching you because I’ve been dreaming about it forever.”
Sentorr’s jaw clenches, as if he’s warring silently with himself. His gaze meets mine, and then he nods and retreats on the bed until his back is against the wall, his legs stretched out before him. It’s not quite what I had in mind, but when he puts his hand on my face and caresses my arm, I realize he’d rather be sitting up so he can watch and touch me as I explore him.
Me likey.
I decide to start with kissing, because I’m addicted to kissing him. I put my hand on his cheek, turning his face so I can fit my mouth over his. He tastes hot and sultry at the same time, and I realize I’m tasting myself. I moan against his tongue, especially when his hand locks behind my head, pulling me against him so he can plunge into my mouth with deep, searing kisses that make the ache deep inside me even more pronounced. As he kisses me, I slide a leg over his thigh until I’m straddling him, just like I did back on the bridge. Except this time, I’m practically naked, and when I shrug off the tunic, I’m completely naked, parked atop him in nothing but a smile. His cock presses up against my pussy, and I feel the urge to rub up and down against his hot length. I want that more than anything, but I pause. He’s mesakkah.
They are major fanatics about hygiene. “Uh, should we get some plas—”
“No,” he tells me, and pulls me against him, until my breasts are against the heat of his chest and his mouth is on mine once more. I moan against his mouth, twining my arms around his neck even as he reaches between us and hits the fastener on his trou. In the next moment, he’s pulling the clothes off and flinging them to the side, and then he’s naked underneath me. Sentorr’s hands slide to my ass and he drags me forward, settling me over his cock. “I want to feel you all over me.”
And he rocks his hips.
I bite back another moan because the hard iron bar of his cock pushes through the folds of my pussy, teasing against my now ultra-sensitive clit. We could come like this, I realize. Because I know if he does I won’t be far behind. I’m already incredibly turned on again, just by rubbing up against him and seeing the heat in his eyes. I love knowing that I do this to him. He’s the sexiest male I’ve ever seen, and the fact that I’m here with him makes me feel like the luckiest girl in the universe.
“Kiss me,” Sentorr demands. I want to protest that I’m supposed to be in control, that it’s my turn to explore him, but I’m too fascinated by the possessive look in his eyes and the feel of his cock between my thighs. And I want to kiss him back.
I lean in and his mouth claims mine, his hand tangling in my hair. While he ravages my mouth with another deep kiss, his hand grips my ass, dragging me forward until I feel him fit his length not just against my folds, but sliding through them.
I gasp, because now I can feel everything.
He’s impossibly huge, and I can feel the prod of his spur between us, but I’m too distracted to finish my exploration. I’m lost in his kiss, in the friction of my nipples as they rub against his chest. He drags me lightly up and down against him, and his cock slicks along my folds, the head butting up against my clit, the ridges along his length making stars explode behind my eyelids.
“I don’t think this was a good idea,” I warn him, a whimper in my voice.
“It’s the best idea,” he tells me, and nips at my lower lip with those sexy fangs of his. “You’re going to come again, aren’t you?” When I give a jerky nod, the breath hisses from between his teeth. “I love how sensitive you are. You’re perfect, Zoey. My perfect, sweet mate.”
I whimper again when his mouth claims mine. He thrusts up against the cradle of my thighs, his length strumming through my folds and making me crazy with need.
“I’m not going to claim you tonight,” he murmurs between kisses.
“You’re not?” I gasp as he thrusts up against me once more. Oh god, those ridges on his cock are so unfair.
“No. I’m going to wait until you move i
n with me. After we’re properly mated.” And he pumps up against me again.
I dig my nails into the hard armor on his shoulders, barely aware of what he’s saying. His hips and the slide of his now-slick cock are far too distracting. Something about me moving in with him. “Gonna be hard to navigate my brothers’ ship if I’m here in your bed,” I tell him, lost as he thrusts up against me again.
“Let them navigate their own ship,” he whispers, and clasps my breast, teasing my nipple. “You’re my mate, Zoey.”
But…wait. “Wait, wait,” I breathe, still dazed with passion but something doesn’t seem right. “You want me to leave my brothers? Leave my post on the Little Sister?”
Sentorr gives me another hard kiss, one that makes my toes curl and my body sing. Between presses of his mouth to mine, he tells me, “I love you, Zoey. I want you to join me here. I’ll make you happy.”
Oh. Spending my days with him on the bridge and nights in his bed? The thought blooms in my chest with pleasure…and then quickly pops like a bubble. “I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?” Sentorr’s eyes, passion-glazed just a moment ago, grow narrow as they focus on me. “You’re my mate and I’m yours. You belong with me.”
I…never thought further ahead than the next flirtation with Sentorr. I never thought I’d meet him, so perhaps that’s why I’m so utterly floored—and sickened—at the realization of what it means to be in love with him.
He wants me to be with him. I want to be with him.
But I owe Mathiras, Adiron and Kaspar my life. They took me in, raised me and treated me better than any human girl deserves to be treated by three grown mesakkah pirates. They could have sold me off for quick cash, and instead, they trained me to be a navigator and have always had my back.
I can’t abandon them, no matter how much I want Sentorr. “You can join us on the Sister,” I tell him. “We can navigate together.”
He shakes his head, leaning in to kiss me again. “They need me here on the Fool. The others aren’t trained to nav. They don’t know the ins and outs like I do. Well, Kivian does, but I think Fran’s pregnant. They’re going to need more time together, not less. I can’t leave.”
