Taoree: Taoree Trilogy #1

by Michele Notaro

  When he slowly lifted his ass up and back down, I thought I might explode. I knew I wasn’t going to last long, so I tried to concentrate on him instead of how fantastic his tight entrance felt. He sped up a little and I knew he wasn’t in pain anymore, so I sat up all the way, put my hands under his ass and got up on my knees. He held onto my shoulders so he wouldn’t fall back.

  He kept moving as I started meeting his little ass with thrusts of my own and before I knew it, I was biting my cheek to keep from coming before he could finish. We rested our foreheads together as I pounded into him. He was moaning and gasping and making the sexiest sounds.

  “Grab yourself,” I ground out, “I’m not going to last.”

  He grabbed his thick cock and started jerking off on my lap. The sight almost did me in, but I was able to hold back until I felt his body tense around me, heard my name slip from his lips, and felt his warm cum on my chest. I finally let myself go, shooting over and over into the condom, my world turning bright. I swore it felt like the earth was shaking.

  Once we both came down from the best sex of my life, I tilted my face up and kissed him, whispering against his lips, “You are amazing.”

  He chuckled, “So are you, Lover.”

  “Hmm, I like that one too.” I kissed his lips and we were lost in one another for a while.

  My softening cock was about to pop out of him, so I grabbed the end of the condom and pulled out all the way, causing him to wince.

  A thought suddenly popped in my head. “That wasn’t your first time was it? I probably should’ve asked you that before.”

  He sighed, “No, Jeremy. I’ve had sex before.”

  “With a guy?”

  “Yes, with a guy. I wasn’t a virgin.”

  I breathed out a sigh of relief, but then was hit with a bout of jealousy, so I asked, “How many guys?”

  He leaned back and eyed me for a short moment. “Two, other than you. And the first one was in high school. And one girl, in case you were wondering.” I wrinkled my nose at the thought. Still eyeing me, he asked, “What about you?”

  I blew out a breath, annoyed at myself for starting the conversation, especially after the awesome sex we just had, but knowing I had to answer anyway. “A guy in high school, some closeted jock and—”

  “Who?”

  “He was in my grade. Brian Thomplin.”

  “I knew it,” he mumbled under his breath. “Okay, who else?”

  “Just a few guys at college, uh, three, I guess… nothing serious.” He nodded and looked away, so I reached up and cupped his jaw to turn his head back to me. “What?”

  He stared at me, but didn’t say anything; instead he leaned forward and kissed my lips so hard my cock twitched in anticipation. “Come on,” he said, nodding to the water, and he stood up. He held his hand out to me and pulled me to my feet.

  We walked the three feet to the edge of the water and got in. Once we were thigh-deep in the cold, I let go of him to grab soap out of my bag, and he did the same. I quickly soaped him up and rinsed him off as he did the same to me, both of us sneaking shivering kisses along the way. I would’ve liked to take my time with him, but the water and air were just too cold and we couldn’t afford to get sick. We got out and dried off with some towels we had found the last time we raided a house for food.

  Then we dressed, brushed our teeth and packed our bags. Before we walked back to the others, I grabbed him, wrapped my arms around his lower back and nudged his nose with mine until I got a small smile out of him. I kissed his nose, his cheeks, his forehead, and finally his lips when his smile grew larger. Then I grabbed his hand, kissed his palm and turned around without letting go of his hand, forcing him to put his arm over my shoulders and making him laugh softly. I kept his hand in mine and laced our fingers as we walked back to camp.

  As soon as we crossed into the clearing Cal said, “When we search for food today, we need to find some bleach too.”

  “What for?” Colt asked him.

  “I need to bleach my brain after hearing my brother and best friend fucking,” he stated.

  “You guys were really loud, I’m surprised you didn’t attract anyone,” Nolan added without looking at us.

  Colt and I looked at each other and busted out laughing. I kissed him again with smiling lips and heard Cal and Nolan groan, bringing more laughter out of me. Colt started pushing me backward until I hit a tree and he devoured my mouth, but had to stop the kiss because he started laughing.

  “What are you doing?” I asked amusedly.

  “Scarring my brother for life,” he answered nonchalantly with a half-shrug.

  I laughed and wrapped my arms around his neck and over the top of his backpack, and invaded his mouth with my tongue. It started out just joking around, but when his tongue touched mine, I couldn’t help the whimper that escaped me. He dug his hands into my hips, holding me tight to him.

  “Please stop, assholes,” Cal said from behind Colt. I flipped him off behind Colt’s head without opening my eyes. “We’re walking away with, or without you two.”

  We didn’t stop kissing right away, but when Nolan called out our names from a distance, we stopped, and walked after them while holding hands with stupid grins on our faces.

  When we caught up Cal started talking, “You,” he pointed to Colt, “are my brother and you,” he pointed at me, “are practically my brother. You need to make sure you’re farther away, or at least keep it quiet next time. I mean, you’re both my brothers and you’re having sex and… ew god,” he shuddered, “I’m making this worse.” He stopped walking and looked back at both of us. “Let’s never speak of this again.” Then he turned on his heel and walked away as the two of us laughed at him.

  Chapter Nine

  We found food in a few houses we raided, then kept going on our way. We ended up in another wooded area, but we were in a place that looked familiar, so we knew we were getting close to home. Colt and I had the last two guard shifts for the night, so I got to fall asleep with him in my arms. Before we fell asleep though, I couldn’t help but tease him.

  I kept rubbing my hands over his ass and kneading his cheeks. I had always been an ass man, and Colt just so happened to have one that I absolutely couldn’t get enough of. He was gorgeous all around—and not just on the outside. He had always been a good guy, a nice guy, even when I was just his younger brother’s little friend that wanted to follow him around.

  I fell asleep with my hands on his ass and his on mine. It was awesome.

  “Hello again, Jeremy.”

  “Hey,” I replied. “I still don’t know your name,” I stated.

  The fence started to crumble, but for once I didn’t run away. I wanted to see what he looked like, now that I wasn’t so pissed off at him—he hadn’t said anything about Colt in a while. When the dust cleared, there was a Taoree standing there in the typical grey alien jumpsuit. He was tall, pale, thin, and had a long black braid just like the rest of them—though his only came to mid-back—but there was something different about him, too. His face was angular and masculine and if it wasn’t for his black eyes he would look completely human, but still, he was oddly beautiful. He was taller than me by a good six inches, and if he were a human, I’d probably be checking out his muscular body right now. That was probably just my mind humanizing the black eye I saw all those years ago. Still, he took my breath away and I had to force myself not to walk up to him.

  He smiled at me with a little shoulder roll thing and stated, “You stayed.”

  “I wanted to see what you looked like,” I told him honestly, even though I knew it was just a dream.

  “Are you almost home?” he asked.

  I sighed, “I don’t know. Maybe a day or two before we get there.” I looked away into the woods where I knew my house was… or at least where it would be if I were really there. “Is my brother okay?”

  “He is still waiting for you,” he said quietly.

  “Can you check on my baby sister?”
I finally asked after wondering all week. I leaned against a tree.

  “I do not know. Your brother is the one that seems to need you the most. Jeremy, your friend, he is not—”

  I cut him off, ignoring the comment completely. “You still haven’t told me your name.” I stated it for the millionth time since these dreams started, and I looked over at him. He was mirroring my stance against the tree across from me.

  “Jeremy, I…” He breathed out a huge breath that I could almost feel on my face, even several feet away and, you know, dreaming. “I would rather wait until you get here.”

  “I’m right here,” I argued, waving a hand over my body.

  “You are dreaming. You are not really here,” he challenged back, staring me in the eyes.

  I stared back. The more I looked at him, the softer his features seemed to become. I still didn’t understand why I kept dreaming about some alien when I knew for a fact that all of them were murderous bastards. Why, out of everyone and everything, my brain decided that a Taoree was who I needed to keep having reoccurring dreams about, I would never know. Dreams are weird.

  We stared at each other for a long time, and I was reminded of that night two years ago when I felt drawn to the Taoree camp, when I felt like I could trust the alien who caught my spying. I wanted to go to him. I wanted to walk up to him and just stand close, feel the heat that I instinctively knew was coming off his body. I suddenly felt a weird tightness in my chest, so I absently rubbed it.

  “Are you okay?” he asked when he caught the movement.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Jeremy, this is going to—” He looked up into the sky and cut himself off. “Oh no.” In a flash he was in front of me, grabbing my shoulders almost painfully. “You need to run. Run, Jeremy!”

  “I thought you wanted me to stay,” I stated as I tried to look up to see what he was looking at.

  He shook my shoulders a little, looking terrified, “Wake up! Wake up and run!”

  “I—”

  “Jeremy,” he screamed, “Wake up and RUN!”

  I jumped awake with the urge to run, like there was a real threat around. Jumping out of the sleeping bag, I looked around, knowing that something was off.

  “What’s wrong?” Colt asked, sleepily rubbing his face and playing with his hat. He had been on watch and I practically knocked him over trying to get out of our sleeping bag.

  “We need to get out of here. We need to run,” I told him. “Cal, Nolan, wake up!”

  “You just had a bad dream, Jeremy. Go back to sleep,” Colt insisted.

  “No, you don’t understand, we need to run right the fuck now!” I didn’t know why, but I knew that whatever happened in my dream, there was a real threat right here, right now.

  I grabbed my bag and started throwing my shit inside and zipping it up. Colt stood up and I grabbed the sleeping bag, trying in vain to shove it in my pack.

  Colt grabbed my hands, stopping me. “Calm down, Jeremy. We’re okay.”

  I looked at him with wide eyes. “No, Colton. Something is coming.”

  “What the fuck is going on?” Cal asked.

  Then we heard it—the humming. Colt and I looked at one another with wide, fearful eyes.

  “Run!” I yelled at them, dropping my pack and sleeping bag. “Get up, leave your shit. Run!”

  I ran over to Nolan to help him to his feet as Colt helped Cal. Then we turned and ran through the woods, through the dark as the humming sound chased us. None of us had any of our packs, but that didn’t matter right now. If we didn’t hurry, we’d be dead.

  The humming sound was getting closer, getting louder. My heart was pounding and I was breathing heavily from so much fear. Nolan tripped, but I grabbed his arm before he fell to the ground. It was so hard to see out there. There were no lights in the middle of the trees and the moon wasn’t as bright as it usually was. When I saw my shadow in front of me, I felt a new panic rip my body. That shadow could only mean that the alien ship, with its lights, was catching up to us.

  “Renum demano Eo odowen. Tam zhaoinet ez shoccite. Shecor daiduc ceibu et eg chuve et rucitique.” A very loud alien voice hissed through the dark, sounding like he was right behind us.

  “Xianore zin,” was said by multiple voices.

  All we could do was run, even though we knew we couldn’t outrun them. They were taller than us, with longer legs, and they were gaining on us while we ran as fast as humanly possible. Plus, we were all breathing heavily, there was no way they couldn’t hear us now. But we didn’t give up.

  The ship’s light found us and started following us. I knew we’d been detected.

  A voice yelled from right behind me, “Oinet tami yiy.”

  There was a sting in the middle of my back, causing me to cry out. I heard the others cry out too, so I knew they were hit as well. But we kept running. We all screamed at the same time when a second hit came, that one a little closer to my neck and more painful.

  All of a sudden, I got this sharp stabbing pain in my gut, like something was trying to rip through my entire being, and my limbs collapsed under me, causing me to fall forward and grab my stomach. White light flashed all around me. I thought I had been captured and was being pulled into the floating ship, but I could feel hands grabbing at my arms and shoulders.

  The pain and white light started to fade a little, at least enough for me to open my eyes, but I didn’t understand what I was seeing.

  Colt, Cal, Nolan, and I were inside a transparent white cylinder, and all three of them were holding on to me—no, clutching my arms. The white light started at my chest—and probably my back—and shot out to the rest of the dome. It looked like we were inside some kind of cage. Like we were bugs and someone had turned a bowl upside down on top of us to capture us.

  There were Taoree all around us, turning their heads back and forth as if searching for something, but they never looked directly at us. They were shouting at one another, but their words were muffled, not that I’d be able to understand them anyway. I counted at least ten. They started walking around, splitting off into smaller groups and continuing their search while I started to shake from the pain in my stomach.

  The Taoree ship flew over us without stopping or picking us up.

  A seven-foot Taoree stepped right in front of me and looked around, but stopped so he was looking down at me. I was trembling in pain and fear, but the alien kept staring, then something shifted in his eyes and I swore it was like he was looking right through me.

  The pain ripped through me, but I felt something peaceful underneath of it. The peaceful feeling was barely there, hard to notice under the pain, but it was definitely present, just below the surface.

  A shorter alien—still six-and-a-half feet tall—came up to the huge one and said, “Xianore, biiule tami yiy.” Sir, gone they are.

  I snapped my eyes to the alien that spoke. How in the fuck had I understood what he said? What the hell is going on?

  The biggest Taoree responded to the smaller one, “Eg Zhidante iar eth zun tenerut ceibu et.” The Commander let this not get back to.

  What. The. Actual. Fuck.

  “U eg Hualliret,” the shorter one replied, earning an angry glare from the giant. Or the Emperor.

  “Iar nob ule.” Let us go.

  “Xianore zin.” Sir yes.

  The two Taoree walked away and I could no longer hear their words. The pain in my stomach was growing with each second, but whatever it was seemed to be hiding us from them.

  I didn’t think they could hear us either, but I whispered as quietly as possible, “They can’t see us.”

  My companions all stared at me like I was growing another head, but I couldn’t say I blamed them. I sounded like a crazy person and I currently had a dome shooting out of my body.

  Colt kept one hand clutching mine and put his other on my back, rubbing circles on it. I closed my eyes as I tried to concentrate on that sensation rather than the pain and the whatever-the-fuck I could fee
l inside of me. Whatever the dome thingy was, I needed to keep it up until the Taoree were far away from here.

  I didn’t know how long it was before I was released from the transparent dome, but as soon as it left my body, I fell to the ground and heard a whispered Run in my head. My head was throbbing, but all at once it cleared as I became aware of my surroundings.

  My back was pressed against Colt’s chest as he cradled me in his arms. Nolan was on my right and Cal on the left. Nolan was staring at me with huge, wide eyes, and Cal was worrying his bottom lip with his teeth. Colt’s shaking hands were rubbing over my arms, neck, and chest.

  Nolan quietly said, “We pulled whatever those little things were that they shot us with out of everyone’s backs.”

  “We need to run,” I croaked out.

  Cal spoke first, “You need to rest.”

  I tried to shake my head, but stopped when I got dizzy. “We need to move.”

  “Why?”

  “I don’t know,” my voice was so weak, “We just need to run. Now.” I tried to sound forceful, but it didn’t come out very well since I was hardly whispering.

  Nolan said, “You can’t even sit up, J. We need to rest.”

  Before I could protest, Colt spoke up, “I think we should listen to him. He knew that ship was coming before any of us could hear it.”

  “Fine,” Cal said, “Let’s go back and get our stuff.”

  “No,” I croaked. “Wrong way.”

  He blew out an annoyed breath and stood up, turning away from me in frustration.

  “Come on,” Colt said to Nolan, “help me get him on my back.”

  Nolan and Colt got me standing, then Colt bent down and Nolan helped me climb on his back, piggyback style.

  “Which way?” Colt asked.

  I pointed. Somehow I knew which way we needed to go, but I had no clue how that was even possible. We walked for an hour in silence. Well, they walked, I stayed on Colt’s back dozing in and out of sleep. My mind was foggy and my body weak, but Colt was staying strong for me and I was eternally grateful for him. At one point I repositioned his hat to face forward, so it would stop poking me—I couldn’t believe he managed to hold on to that thing again. I had my arms around his neck, hugging him without choking him, and my cheek was resting on his shoulder with my face pressed against the side of his neck. Every so often, I would kiss his soft skin there.