by Reagan Woods
“Tara, I’m not a piece of meat,” he deadpanned, stumbling eagerly out of his own clothing.
Undeterred, she approached, hips swinging alluringly. “If you were a piece of meat, Warrior Calyx, I would gobble you all up.”
Dropping to her knees, she latched on to his very aroused cock. He sucked in a harsh breath as lust roared through him, coiling hotly in his belly.
“You can’t – I won’t be – Tara, you have to stop.” Finally, he pulled her off him, the release of suction making an audible pop. “I want to do right by you tonight,” he told her raggedly. “You’re not making that easy.”
Standing, she took his hand and walked backwards, dropped in a charming sprawl across his sleep surface. “Less talk, more action,” she demanded, urging him down.
Calyx braced an arm on either side of her head and nuzzled their noses together. Her big, blue eyes met his trustingly. Need raged through his body like a living thing, but he ruthlessly contained it, forcing it back even as he brushed his lips teasingly over hers.
“Calyx, I’m already wet,” Tara panted, twining her legs around him and rubbing her open body sinuously against his own. “So, so wet.”
“I can feel that,” he gritted out. The grip of her satin thighs incited the mad urge to arrow into her heat and ride her sweet, soft body to completion. Instead, he slid down a few inches and tasted the budded tips of her breasts leisurely. No matter how wet she was, his shaft would present a challenge this first time.
He would not rush past her pleasure, on that he was firm. So, ignoring her pleas and panting moans, he dropped playful, sensual, open-mouthed kisses over her soft stomach.
Tara muttered something incomprehensible.
“What?”
“I said, stop torturing me and lick me already,” she snapped, sapphire eyes blazing as they locked with his. The dark tumble of her hair fell in loose curls over smooth shoulders. A flush rode high on her pretty cheeks.
Grinning, he hooked her knees over his shoulders and enthusiastically homed in on the little bud in her folds. This, he could do without trepidation. Tara liked to have her clit nibbled, sucked and flicked with his eager tongue. Their lone night of experimentation had revealed that her climaxes were a thing of beauty to watch.
“God, ah!” Tara moaned. “Calyx, I need you,” she panted.
Calyx pulled back, using his finger in place of his tongue. Her entrance flexed with every stroke over the little bundle of nerves. Tentatively, he pressed a finger against her opening, surprised at how hot and tight she felt inside. He nearly pulled back for fear of causing pain, but her hips bucked, sucking the whole of his thick finger inside.
“Yes!” She hissed. “More!” Her hips began to piston and he watched in fascination, the index finger of his other hand still tapping and rubbing softly over her clit.
He tried to keep from imagining those wet, flexing muscles around his throbbing cock – and failed miserably. On the edge of losing control, he bit his lower lip until he tasted blood.
“Put your mouth on me if you won’t fuck me,” she begged hoarsely, the naughty word from her sweet lips sending a fresh surge of blood into his already straining cock.
Experimentally, he slid a second finger into her clenching heat and resumed tonguing her. There was no warning before her channel locked around his fingers.
“Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” She chanted, the rhythm of her hips stuttering with every deep flex of her core.
Slowly, slowly, she began to settle. Calyx gently pulled his fingers free and prowled up the sleep surface until he could cradle her warm, lax form against him. He ached to be inside her but looking at her, the sheen of sweat over her flushed face, the wide smile and glazed eyes, brought him such fierce pride that he didn’t want to rush this moment.
Of course, being Tara, she had other ideas. “My turn!” She announced gleefully, catching him off guard so when she pushed, he went easily to his back.
She knelt next to him, a seductive smile playing over her lips as she wetted them slowly with her pink tongue.
“I’ve given this a lot of thought,” she told him. “And I think you’re just going to have to take it like a…male.”
Calyx frowned, flexing up so they were face to face. “Like a male?” He was unsure if he should be offended or not. “I am a male.”
Tara giggled. “I was trying to, um, update the phrase ‘take it like a man’.” Her eyes widened as they travelled over his body. “Je-sus,” she drew out, wiping a finger around her mouth. “Am I drooling? You are just too yummy for words. Each ab is more perfect than the last…and your dick needs its own zip code.”
“Its own what?”
“Never mind.” She sighed gustily, patting his abdomen. “I’m just overwhelmed with my good luck.”
Mollified, he relaxed back.
And that was when she pounced.
Swinging a leg over him, not an easy feat given her stature, she straddled his hips, trapping his cock beneath her, and rendering him speechless.
“Mmmm.” Her smile widened as she slid her wet nether lips over his aching length, riding him up and down, up and down.
Calyx’s eyes rolled back, and he gritted his teeth at the almost painful pleasure.
“You have to help me with this part,” she murmured, grabbing his clenched fists and pulling until they balanced above his elbows at ninety-degree angles.
His eyes popped open when she levered her weight onto his hands and lined her entrance up with his shaft.
“Tara,” he warned, worried even as he was hopelessly aroused by the sight of his flesh tunneling into her slick, open petals.
She bounced, giving him more of her weight. “I’m taking all of this tonight.” Her voice sounded strained, but she didn’t stop pushing herself over him. It felt like she was choking him even as her walls began to give. He slid into her snug heat millimeter by tense millimeter.
“Calyx.”
He ripped his eyes from the point of their joining at the worry in her voice. “You’re doing well, my Tara. Just a little further.”
Snorting, Tara called Calyx out on his optimistic lie, “It’s not even half in. Ohhh.”
“Does it hurt?” Despite being buried in her stretched pussy, he sounded ready to stop. It floored her that this man, this Warrior, faced ugly, bloody battle without flinching, but couldn’t stand the idea of her in pain.
“Not if I don’t think about it,” she squeaked, gazing steadily into his silver eyes. It was instinct to reassure him even as she tried to comfort herself. “It’s just pressure. A lot of pressure.”
Tara would take a thousand awkward, painful bouts of sex with Calyx over on-demand orgasms for life with someone else. Her eyes were wide open. She knew this was likely to end with him shooting his wad prematurely and her needing to sit on an ice pack for a week, but she didn’t care. Love was a powerful thing.
“I don’t like it when you hurt.” His breathing was ragged as he strained beneath her. The effort to be still and not thrust cost him visibly. Lines of strain fanned around his eyes and bracketed his mouth. Sweat ran in rivulets between his pecs and dotted his abs.
“Either say something sexy or hush,” she told him with an impatient wriggle.
He groaned. “I should have made you come again.”
“Next time,” she soothed, noting she was steadily moving closer to her goal. Which was good, because Calyx was bottoming out inside her. “My legs feel like jelly. I think you’re going to have to roll us over.”
Holding her carefully, he stood up. She sounded a little like a ho-bag, when she gasped and demanded, “Can you – you know – do it like this?”
Gently, he raised her body and lowered her back down. The shift had him bumping over something deep inside her, and Tara sucked in a dizzy breath as the pain of being pierced for the first time was swallowed up by a fresh rush of arousal.
“You’re quite light, Tara.” His smile was strained, but his arms didn’t shake.
“Mmmm,” she moaned. “Do it again.”
Grunting, he complied.
“Again,” she demanded. “That feels amazing. More. Please.”
He picked her up and allowed her to slide down faster, the ensuing friction, that piercing pleasure made her feel like she might have to urinate, but then, unexpectedly, it morphed and rolled into a mind-jelling orgasm.
“I’m…I’m coming!” She warned, seizing on the thick, hard bar of his cock with an intensity she didn’t know existed. Hot, golden sparks blinded her, wiping all knowledge of who and what she was apart from this moment, this man, from her mind.
Calyx turned, placed her on the sleep surface and bent over her like an animal. And she reveled in the aftershocks as she absorbed his thrusts, met them with her own. The raw power of the man between her thighs, the way he ground his pubic bone into her clit as he forced every thick inch inside, wrung another gasping orgasm out of her.
He came with a howl, grabbing her butt and lifting her close while he poured out every hot drop of his release.
Calyx collapsed onto his side, one thick thigh sliding beneath her legs. He pillowed his head on one bicep, his other hand coming to rest over her thundering heart. They didn’t speak for several minutes, both too winded and dazed from the sheer power of their shared experience.
“I can’t believe how good that was,” Tara muttered, not quite back in her own head space. “Worst case, we’ll always have tonight.”
Calyx’s head came up, eyes narrowing to slits. “Worst case?” The flicker of the alien hunter she’d glimpsed now and again was fully roused. His suddenly intense demeanor as he levered up, muscles rippling with barely-leashed power, unnerved her. The oh-so-familiar lines of his face settled into an expression she couldn’t name…but it terrified her.
Tara tried to scramble up, to get away from that wakened predator. He was on her, thick thighs locking around her hips in an awkward hold that left her unable to move her lower half. One big finger pressing into her sternum held her upper body in place. It wasn’t painful – yet – but she was acutely aware of his strength.
In his mirror-like eyes she saw her reflection, sprawled and wanton, every inch of her creamy caramel skin exposed. For the first time in over a year, their differences made her shiver in fright rather than lust.
“What is this ‘worst case’?” He demanded coldly, his alien accent thicker than she’d ever heard.
“Um. You’ve said Shirok and his friends are an active threat.” She studied his impassive face before pressing on, “The Doranos are still interfering with your technology though they’re all supposed to be confined and cut off. It’s only a matter of time before Shirok is free. He’ll do something stupid.”
“Agreed.” Calyx’s mouth firmed into a hard line.
“So, I mean,” she shrugged lamely. “If he does something to me, at least we’ll have had this amazing night…that I’ve now ruined.”
He tilted his head, the tense set of his shoulders loosening. “Ruined how?”
“You’re wearing your ferocious alien face and holding me down while I’m, you know, buck naked,” she pointed out, proud of how steady she sounded when she wanted to pee her nonexistent pants and run away. “I’m pretty sure we took a wrong turn somewhere.”
Slowly, Calyx slid off her and helped her sit on the edge of his bed. “Apologies. Holding a female’s hips up is a…breeding instinct.”
“Um…we…I…that is, I’ve, ah,” Tara stumbled, nonplussed. She cleared her throat and tried again, “I’ve never been around a baby. I…wouldn’t know what to do with one.” Somehow, they’d gone from sex – spectacular, explosive sex - to starting a family. Never mind that children were a thing of the past on this dying planet, having one wasn’t even remotely on her wish list. “Just living is challenging enough right now.”
Annnd his back was up again. Way to handle that, Tara, she chided herself.
He knelt so they were on the same level. All the emotion he’d masked before was there now; in the vulnerable curve of his lips, the slightly lowered angle of his jaw and his burning eyes. “If you were to conceive my child, you and I would have more choices.”
Tara didn’t believe someone like her, someone who spent an excessive amount of time around the unshielded radiation weapons, had any chance of falling pregnant. However, if hearing what he had to say could help restore the easy intimacy from before, she would play along. “Like?”
Calyx sighed, rubbing his hollow eyes. “We could skip a lot of the formalities of the Claimed Female Program, for one.”
“I guess it’s something to think about,” Tara replied lightly. “Will I see you tomorrow?” She pushed to her feet, stepped around him with a wince. That ice pack might be a necessity after all.
Distracted, she finger-combed her hair and began searching for her elastic.
“Assuredly,” Calyx answered, his guttural tone causing the hair on the back of her neck to prick
“What’s wrong?” She snagged the elastic from the rumpled bedclothes with relief. Simple things like hair ties were hard to come by.
He plucked the elastic from her hair with an arrogant lift of his chin. “Nothing. It’s time for sleep.”
“Riiiight,” she drew it out, reaching for the little fabric circle as he held it just out of reach. “That’s why I’m going to my dorm.”
“Why don’t you stay here?” He cajoled, an arm slipping around her middle to pull her against his solid body. “I know things took a – an odd turn there, but you’re safe with me. Never doubt it.”
Tara wanted to focus on the positive, and frankly, she’d dreamed of him holding her through the night more times than she could count.
“Tara, I love you.” He whispered kisses across her closed eyes, on the tip of her nose. “Please stay the night.”
“I love you, too,” she sighed, hooking her arms around his waist. “Alright, I’ll stay.”
Chapter 41
“I have to leave camp today.” Calyx didn’t sound thrilled. Of course, it was ridiculously early even for her, so that might have something to do with his grouchy mood. “I’ll be gone all day, maybe overnight.”
Tara’s own spirits took a nosedive. “What? Why?” She heard the plaintive note in her voice and mentally cringed. She was not a whiner, for goodness sake. Had one night with him made her so dependent? Ugh.
He followed her, a scowl on his face, through the swinging doors into the kitchen, immediately crossing the large space to give the side door a once over. “Silex wants to check into something. You’re still keeping this secured, right?”
“Yes, of course,” she answered absently as she donned her field generating halo, tossed him a pair of protective lenses and activated the morning sterilization process. Lights, lasers of some sort she supposed, brightened to eye searing levels before backing off to a warm glow.
Heedless of the sterilization routine, Calyx poked into every storage area and even stuck his head under one long counter.
“Um, what are you doing?” Tara asked when she nearly tripped over him as she gathered the supplies she’d need to make the staff breakfast.
Steadying her, he gave her a hard look. “I’m ensuring the kitchen is clear.” There was a heavy sigh as he leaned down to wrap her in a bear hug. “You should be doing this every morning. Even better, send in the building’s night watch to clear the room before you even come in.”
Tara burrowed into his embrace. It was clear he was frustrated, but she wasn’t about to let good snuggle time go to waste.
Things had been better than perfect between them this morning. Spending the night wrapped in Calyx’s arms had been better than any fantasy. Then, there was the bonus of ogling his very fine body while he prepared for the day.
When she wiped the drool from her mouth, she realized she had no clue about morning after etiquette with your new alien boyfriend. With as much dignity as she could muster, she’d announced it was time to start her day.
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p; She’d expected Calyx to escort her through security back into the Earther part of the camp and tell her to have a good day. Instead, he’d gallantly walked her to work.
And now he was fussing over her. Damn, she was a lucky girl.
“I could get used to this,” Tara sighed.
Calyx put her away from him with a refuel smile. “You’re a difficult female to leave.”
She wanted to yell then don’t. “Do you have time for breakfast?” She asked instead, as she immersed herself in the morning prep.
“I’ll grab a bar,” he demurred.
Though her back was to him, she could feel his gaze. The silence drew out as she updated her inventory notes and set to cooking. Something was on his mind, but if she’d learned anything about Calyx in the last year, it was that he wouldn’t be rushed.
Finally, he said, “Keble will be here to escort you to my quarters if I’m not back tonight.”
Cracking eggs into an air skillet, she frowned. “Two questions.” She didn’t want to outright reject his help – no matter how high-handed it came off, but she was curious about his motive. “First, why Keble?”
Big hands landed lightly on her shoulders and kneaded the tense muscles as she continued adding ingredients to her breakfast scramble. Oooh, he thought he was so tricky, massaging her to make her more accepting of his bossiness. When his strong fingers found a particularly sore knot and began to soothe it out, she acknowledged that it just might work.
“Because he is tough and trustworthy. Whatever his personality quirks, your safety will come first with him.” His answer, delivered reasonably, took the wind out of that particular sail. “Next question,” he prompted.
Tara thought she detected a trace of amusement in his voice. “Why would I stay in your quarters when I have my own? It would be weird to be in your barrack without you…it’s kind of weird anyway.”
“Shirok, along with everyone else, knows your room assignment, your routine,” Calyx pointed out. “Not only would living in my space make it harder to find you at night, it also gives you added protection. My Warrior brothers can be quite…aggressive with intruders.”
