Hannah's Hero (Icehome Book 6)

by Ruby Dixon

  “I have never seen a female like this before,” he murmurs. “Never this close. Never touched. Does it feel good?”

  I whimper.

  “You are so soft here, my H’nah. Just as I knew you would be.” His breath moves over my pussy, his finger tracing along my folds.

  He hasn’t put his mouth on me yet, and I’m practically crying with need.

  “K’thar told me a little about his female when I resonated to you,” he says in that same low, slow, hypnotic voice that’s making me so fucking crazy with need. “He said that females have a third nipple here and that it feels good when it is touched. I see yours here, my H’nah. Shall I touch it?”

  And his breath fans over my clit.

  My voice catches in a needy, choked sound. It’s not a word, not really, but it’s full of yes please all the same.

  When he finally touches me—finally, finally—he traces one big finger around my clit. My legs jerk in response, my body so amped up that I can’t help but move. He chuckles at my reaction, and does that excruciatingly wonderful, aggravatingly slow movement again. I whimper, pushing my hips against him, because I need so much more than just this teasing. His hands on my tits capture my nipples, teasing them between thumb and forefinger even as he continues to slowly encircle my clit with the tip of yet another finger.

  “J’shel,” I moan. My pussy’s squeezing relentlessly with need, desperate for him to be inside me. I need him. Need more. Need everything.

  God, I need so bad.

  “Please touch me,” I manage.

  “I am, my little flower,” he murmurs, and then dips that maddening finger into my core.

  I practically come off the blankets, my back arching. I grab double-fistfuls of his gorgeous hair, my cheeks moving like bellows as I pant and grind my hips against him. I’m so fucking close to coming, just from all this goddamn teasing and—

  He thrusts his finger deep inside me, and it’s so big and invasive it practically feels like his cock…or how big his cock would be if he were a small human man. Either way, it feels big and thick and hard and so good that I cry out. He moves it inside me, thrusting, and his fingers keep toying with my nipples and I shatter. I just shatter right then and there, crying out with the force of the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.

  My cry echoes off of the cavern walls, louder than it probably should be, and J’shel clamps a hand around my hip, anchoring my thigh in place as he continues to thrust slowly into me with that big, thick finger. And because he doesn’t stop pumping into me, the orgasm keeps on going and going, sending me through the most exquisite wringer ever. I shudder and then keep shuddering as he murmurs my name, then slowly slides his finger out of me.

  And I take a deep breath, trying to catch my breath. God, that was good. I give the vine-covered walls above me a dopey smile of pleasure—

  That small pause is all I’m given. In the next moment, J’shel growls with satisfaction and then his mouth is on my pussy, licking me just as he promised he would.

  I let out an undignified squeak, startled. I thought he’d give me more time to come down, to let me relax, maybe play with his cock a little and give him the same quick release he gave me before we moved on to some languid, exploratory sex.

  Nope. He’s on me, utterly ravenous, his tongue stroking over my sensitized clit with strong, powerful sweeps that seem to lick me right up my spine. I make a choking sound and reach down for him, seeking something to hold onto…and find his horns. Oh god, the man’s got handlebars. I clutch them and try to stay quiet as he goes to town on my pussy.

  I’m so incredibly wet from my orgasm, so wet from how aroused I am that it feels as if his tongue’s gliding all over me, as if he’s determined to lick up every drop of my release. Because I just came, though, I’m so sensitive that every drag of his tongue over my folds is almost too much. I squirm each time, trying to get away from that intense sensation and somehow wanting more.

  “I have never tasted anything like you, H’nah,” he murmurs, and then swirls his tongue around my clit in a way that gives me goosebumps. “Your cunt is so pink and soft. I knew it would be, but I did not know you would be so wet. Your cunt is full of sweet nectar, and I need all of it, my little flower.”

  Oh god, why is that so freaking hot? I squirm even as his tongue ridges drag over my clit again. It’s a direct hit instead of a tease, and it’s too much. My toes curl and I arch against him again, panting. “J’shel, I need you to wait.”

  “No.” It’s like he’s offended at the suggestion and doubles down on my clit, licking and sucking as if he wants nothing more than to be there for the rest of his life.

  “Please,” I say, and moan, my thighs jerking as he nuzzles my clit again. “J’shel, I need to stop or I’m going to come again.”

  “Good,” he growls between licks. “You are my mate, H’nah. I like your stubbornness and your bossiness, but when we are in the furs…I lead.”

  Fuck me, but that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I can’t stand it. I arch against his seeking mouth, following every flick of his tongue as if my life depends on it. He licks my clit so hard, making me jerk in response, and I can feel another orgasm building, this one deeper in my core, as if my entire body is showing up to the party. Everything is tight and clenched and oh god, it feels amazing…and it feels like too much all at the same time.

  J’shel murmurs my name and then presses a finger to the entrance of my core even as he licks my clit again. I’m so wet that I can hear his tongue moving over me, hear him push into my core with that big finger, and I don’t even care. The slick sound of my pussy was never so fucking exciting. I can’t even be embarrassed at the sounds my body is making—not when J’shel’s clearly as into it as I am.

  He thrusts into me with his finger and I cry out. Did I think everything was building up slowly? I’m wrong—it feels as if I’m on the precipice already. “I’m going to come,” I warn him with a little cry. It’s too soon. “Wait, wait, wait.”

  “No waiting,” he says fiercely. “I want you to come, my mate. Give me your nectar.”

  As if I can stop. He’s working me harder than I ever imagined, and the dual sensations of his finger and his mouth are too much. I come again, this time a little scream erupting from my throat as my thighs clench hard around his head and everything explodes into another blissful orgasm. Ripple of pleasure after ripple of pleasure wafts through me, and I slowly come down, unclenching each individual muscle even as J’shel continues to lick my pussy as if it belongs to him.

  I moan and try to push his face away. If I felt sensitive before, it’s nothing compared to how I feel now. Every drag of his tongue over my clit is far too much, and the ripples are turning into tidal waves. It’s too much, all of it. “J’shel,” I breathe. “J’shel…babe…”

  “Everywhere, H’nah,” he tells me fiercely, holding my folds apart so he can give me another long taste. “I want all your dew, all your nectar. And I am going to lick you everywhere, just as I said I would. Once I am finished with your front, I will turn you over and do your back.” He licks me again and my legs clench in response. “For now, I like your taste here.”

  Oh my god, he’s going to kill me. He’s not stopping anytime soon.

  I grab his horns again, and when that doesn’t stop him, I whimper and grab a fistful of his hair, trying to drag his face away. “Too sensitive,” I pant. “Wait. Please. I need to catch my breath.”

  He kisses the inside of my thigh again and looks up, then frowns at my expression. “You…you truly wish for me to stop?”

  “It’s too much,” I say again, and I’m so worked up that I almost feel like crying. I’m not upset, I just need that intense release and if he doesn’t stop, I’m pretty sure I’m going to burst into tears. “I can’t. Not yet. I really need a break. Please.”

  J’shel moves up over me and I bite back a sigh of relief when he comes and lies down beside me. Finally, I’m going to get the break I need for my poor oversens
itive flesh. He brushes the hair away from my face and I move into his arms, wanting cuddling. He tucks me against him, stroking his hands all over my now-naked body and it’s a delicious feeling.

  He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Apologies,” he murmurs. “I did not realize you truly needed to pause. I thought it was just…play.”

  “Most of the time when I say no in bed it’ll be play,” I admit, rubbing my nose lightly against his because I’m feeling really snuggly at the moment. And sated. So damn sated. “But after two quick, hard orgasms? I need a moment. If everything gets too sensitive, it’s not fun anymore.”

  “I understand.” He presses more kisses to my face, his lips gentle on my brow and then my cheek. “I will make you come slower next time.”

  I chuckle. “That wasn’t quite what I meant but no complaints on this end.” I close my eyes, loving the feel of his mouth as it lightly moves over my face. His hands stroke down my back and when he gets to my ass, he clenches it tight, so tight that it reminds me that only one of us came, and that one person came twice. “You’re still aching though, aren’t you?”

  “I can be patient,” he tells me, but there’s a note of strain in his voice, as if me just bringing it up is pushing him close to the edge.

  He’s been patient for so long already. I’ve been the indecisive one, the one running away from everything. I smile, glancing up at him. “Remember that first night your people came to the beach?”

  “I remember,” he says, his eyes soft as he gazes at me. “We were cold and wet and tired. We were in shock from losing the island, and my ears rang with the explosion of it. My heart was sick and as we stepped onto the shore, it was so cold I felt it was a mistake. That we had come from one bad place to another. But then I heard singing.”

  I inwardly grimace. I’ve been to a few of the sing-alongs and these aliens are not known for their ability to hold a note. Enthusiasm, yes. Talent, no.

  “We went toward your fire and there were so many unfamiliar faces. So many human faces like L’ren, and I thought all the males here were of Tall Horn or even the Outcast clan. They did not look like me, and that worried me. But K’thar was happy because he had brought his L’ren back to her people, and he said all would be well.”

  I stroke my hand over his rock-hard stomach. “And you didn’t believe him?”

  “I was cold, tired, and hungry. My home had been destroyed. I did not think anything would be well ever again. And then…I saw you. My khui came to life in my chest and I knew that I was here because I was meant to be your mate.” He strokes my hair. “You were the most beautiful female I had ever seen—strange to look upon, but I liked your differences.”

  Damn, but J’shel knows how to make me feel flattered. “And I ran away,” I muse. “Because I’m a stubborn ass.”

  “Because you were not ready,” he corrects. “And just like then, I was content to wait.”

  He’s too good, this man. I gently push on his shoulder, indicating he should roll onto his back. “I know you’re ready to wait,” I tell him, and I press a light kiss to his shoulder. He eases onto his back, still reaching for me, but I push his hands down, a playful smile on my face. “But just because I need a break doesn’t mean we can’t have fun right now. It just all can’t be my fun at the moment.”

  And I reach between his legs and cup the enormous bulge of him.

  J’shel’s eyes close, strain on his face. His hands clench on me, tighter than before, and I can feel he’s far more tense than I thought. It’s as if it’s taking everything he’s got to hold onto his control.

  Now it’s my turn to be in charge. While I love the thought of him being the one in control in bed—boy, do I ever—I want to please him. I want to make him groan with need. I want to make him come so hard that he sees stars…like he’s done for me. Twice.

  “Can I see what you look like?” I ask delicately, rubbing his hard length through his poor beleaguered loincloth. “Or do you need a moment?”

  His answer is to reach down and rip the leather off of his body, tossing it aside as if it offends him.

  All right, then.

  I look my fill at my beautiful, gorgeous man.

  J’shel’s cock is enormous. That’s not surprising given the size of the bulge I’ve been rubbing, but seeing it unfurl—and I do mean unfurl—is another matter. It’s like the moment the loincloth is ripped away, he just unrolls down his thigh and shocks the heck out of me. He’s long, but more than that, he’s thicker than I imagined, and the same ridges that make his tongue so delicious are all up and down his cock, too.

  “My goodness,” I murmur, reaching down and stroking him again. “This is impressive.” I trace a finger along one thick vein that dances between the ridges, from the base of his cock all the way up to the fat crown that’s glazed with pre-cum. He’s a darker shade of blue here, as if all his blood has rushed to his dick, and I can’t help but notice that his balls are the same—large, dark blue, and tight against his cock.

  The spur is a little more than I expected.

  I’d heard rumors around camp, of course. Women talk, and women especially talk about sex when the sex comes with some weird shit. Bridget’s not been shy about pointing out the spur that A’tam had, or the fact that he jabbed her in all the wrong places. Lauren, Liz and Harlow have all had zero complaints, though, and Brooke can’t get enough of Taushen, so I’m guessing it’s not as much of a problem as Bridget made it out to be.

  I am completely unfamiliar how to handle it, though. Do I stroke it? Suck on it? Ignore it? No time like the present to ask. I study the extra appendage—it’s about the size of a thumb and right above his cock. It looks as if it’d get in the way while running, but I guess if J’shel can move around with his big dong dangling between his thighs, he’s got no problems with the much smaller spur.

  “Human men don’t have a spur,” I say, even as I stroke him again. “How should I touch it? What would feel good?”

  J’shel’s been utterly quiet as I examine him, and I worry I’ve missed some subtle cue—or worse, that he’s not enjoying my touch—but when I glance back up at him I see I’m worrying over nothing. His brow is covered in sweat, and he’s biting his lip so hard that it looks painful. His entire face is a rictus of agony, as if it’s taking every bit of conversation not to blow his load all over my hand.

  My poor alien looks so damn uncomfortable.

  I stroke him again, my fingers lightly moving up the underside of his cock, and I watch him as I do. I can see the little shudder of need that rolls over him that he’s fighting so hard. And my heart squeezes with sympathy because he’s clearly trying to last and it’s clearly so damn difficult he can’t enjoy himself…all because he’s enjoying himself too much already.

  I rub a finger underneath the crown of his cock. “You can let go, J’shel,” I murmur, my words throaty and full of encouragement. I lean in and brush my lips over his, even as I tickle the underside once more. “You can come all over my hand—”

  The words don’t make it out of my throat before he grabs me by the back of my neck and then kisses me fiercely, his tongue plunging into my mouth. I take him in hand, squeezing lightly, and that’s all he needs. A moment later he’s coming, his body shuddering against mine, covering my hand with his seed.

  He seems to come forever, in spurt after endless spurt, until he shudders and groans low, pressing his forehead to mine. I give him little tiny pecks and help him ease back onto the furs, trying my best not to smile. Not only was that sexy as hell but it was surprisingly sweet. It’s like once I told him it was okay to come, he just let loose. I love that.

  God, I really am bossy.

  J’shel groans again, this time the sound less pained, and he drags me down against him and kisses my neck, over and over again. “My mate. My perfect mate,” he says between kisses.

  “Feel better?” I ask, and then detangle myself from his grip when he nods. “I need to wash up.” I mean, sure, I’m having fun, but I’m not su
re how much fun it’ll be to just sit around with a handful of baby batter.

  He laughs, the sound exhausted but pleased, and then hands me a waterskin. We spend the next few moments cleaning up, and then when I’ve scrubbed both hand and pussy, I lie back on the furs again, naked. The show’s amazing, though—I stare at J’shel as he cleans his cock off with some water, stroking his length in a way that makes my mouth go dry. He’s so incredibly gorgeous. From here, my viewpoint is the tightest butt I’ve ever seen, a tail that’s swishing back and forth with contentment, and a waterfall of black hair that ripples all the way to his lower back. I watch as he finishes cleaning himself off, then shakes the waterskin, frowning at the amount left in there.

  “There’s another full one over here,” I tell him, pointing at our supplies. “We’re okay for now.”

  A moment passes, and J’shel hesitates, staring down at the skin. “Perhaps I should fill this with snow—”

  “So you can go outside and check if Big Bird is still out there? No, J’shel. Come back.” I pat the blankets. “You need to relax.”

  He sighs heavily and nods. “You know me well.”

  “I do, don’t I?” Man, I sound smug even to my own ears. Don’t care. I’m feeling too good. “Come back to bed and we’ll have some more fun.”

  I do my best to try and look enticing as he glances back at me. As he approaches, I notice that my cootie’s still humming as loud as ever, but the sound is almost…angry. Like it’s on overdrive. “I think we made our cooties mad. All that sex and no sperm in the right place.”

  “We will satisfy them soon,” J’shel says, all confidence as he lies down next to me again.

  Is this more of him being the boss in bed? If so…I am not complaining. The time for protesting this cootie thing is past. Right now I’m not mad that I resonated to J’shel. I’m so thankful that my cootie made him notice me, because otherwise we might have taken a hell of a lot longer to get together.