Sextus Page 17

  He scoots his chair back a few inches to provide a visual aid. He’s naked as usual. “My cock is hard enough to dent metal, Lexa. You don’t really need to ask.”

  Oh yeah, he couldn’t fake that—or the look of desire in his eyes.

  “Want to come sit on Sex’s lap? Let me prove how seductive I find you?” He lifts an eyebrow while never tearing his molten gaze from me.

  I drop my towel and straddle him. Yowza. All that hard-muscled male skin at my fingertips and his cock pulsing against my slit eject all the worry-thoughts out of my head. I land firmly in the here and now. And, oh, right here, right now is where I want to be.

  “We can wait if you’re not ready,” he offers, but he’s already breathing heavily from desire as his hands skim from the globes of my ass to my shoulders.

  “The waiting is over, babe. I want you.” I kiss him hard on the mouth, pressing my tongue against the seam of his lips.

  He pulls away just long enough to say, “I want you, too, little Lexa. Just the way you are.”

  He takes control of the kiss, slowing things down, kissing me gently, over and over. His big hands span my upper back and pull me even closer. My breasts press against his chest.

  I kiss him hard, wanting him to know how much I love him. Then I realize I have to tell him again. Not when I’m running away, which is when I divulged it the first time, but now, when I’m declaring I’ll stay forever.

  “I love you, Sextus Marcus Auranious. I want to go to Ceruleus with you and have the honor of joining with you in a mating ceremony in front of all your friends and family.”

  Sextus

  I’ve been a dracker for a long time. Funny, I don’t feel like one now. I feel like the galaxy’s best male—because the galaxy’s best female wants to be by my side.

  Her slick slit is riding my cock. I change the angle and pump for a moment until I hear the surprised hitch in her voice. Reaching behind her, my fingers explore upward until they find her dripping wet core.

  She weighs nothing, so I move her whole body, grinding her against me.

  “You’ve been riding the threshold of desire for days, Pet. Let me take the edge off.” Her fingernails stab into my shoulders harder every time I press against her. Her teeth bite the column of my neck. She’s close.

  “Make noise, Lexa. I want to hear your pleasure.”

  It’s as if my words give her permission. She immediately releases a low moan from deep in her throat. Perhaps my words will give her approval for other things.

  “Come for me, Lexa. Just let go.” And she does. Letting out an almost-feral sound, she bucks her hips against me so hard she pushes herself over the edge and I feel her spasming in my arms for long moments.

  She leans against me heavily as she recovers from her release. I wipe her hair off her sweaty forehead and press kisses there.

  “I think you’re a sex god,” she whispers in my ear. “You’re so good at this.”

  “We’re just getting started, Lexa. Hold on.”

  I carry her to the bed and lay her down with her lovely ass at the foot. I’ve wanted my mouth on her, wanted to taste her, since the moment we met.

  Lexa

  I’ve never been long on trust—never had a reason to be. But I trust this male with my life. Our relationship started with his clear request for me to call him “Sir,” and he’s reiterated it several times over the last few days.

  Even though I thought I was fully sated, my core clenches in need at the thought of playing his little game.

  “I’ve been wondering...what it would be like to do exactly what you want, no matter what it is.” I pause, debating if I’m ready to make the offer that’s been haunting my fantasies for days. To answer my question, every beat of my heart throbs in my clit.

  “What can I do to please you, Sir?” my voice is breathy. This isn’t playacting. I’m fully in the moment as I lift my eyes to his and offer him everything I am, everything I can give, with my glance.

  A hundred expressions fly across his face, from disbelief to skepticism, but he settles on horny, masculine dominance.

  “The only words I want to hear out of your mouth are Sir, yes, no, please, and rubrum for stop it right now.” His lips touch my ear as he husks, “I promise you, little Lexa, you won’t want to say rubrum.” A devilish smirk lights his face, resulting in an insistent quiver in my loins.

  He lays me back against the bed and places the soles of my feet near my ass. “Press your knees to the bed, Pet,” his voice is brash and firm, brooking no resistance, though I have no desire to refuse.

  I follow his order, feeling my inner walls shudder in desire.

  “Pull your lips apart and show me how pink you are.”

  I immediately comply and watch as he exhales in a huff, his lids closing heavily, then opening again in obvious lust.

  He kneels, dips his head, and spears my opening with his tongue, over and over, as deeply as he can.

  “I’ve waited forever to taste you, Pet. Nectar,” he says as he slides up my body and kisses me, thrusting his tongue in my mouth, making me taste myself on him.

  I hear my own ragged breathing. Did I call him a sex god before? That doesn’t begin to describe the molten desire coursing through me right now.

  “Touch yourself. Show me exactly what you like,” he orders.

  I want to tell him no. But I agreed to his game. I can’t back out now.

  I reach down and circle my little button, then pull my hand away.

  His head dips between my legs and he nips me high on my inner thigh. He bites hard, somewhere between pleasure and pain. Sitting up, he orders, “Make yourself feel good. I want to watch, Pet.”

  I slam my eyes shut, snake my hand downward, and do exactly as he commanded. I dip a finger into my channel, then slide the slickness to my clit. My fingers gently circle, then develop a rhythm as the pressure builds.

  “Don’t come until I tell you, little Pet,” he grits out.

  He’s moved so close to the action I can feel his warm exhalations, amping my excitement. His hands firmly grip the top of my thighs, splitting me apart even wider. His chin brushes my hand away and he resumes my actions with his tongue.

  “Fuck!” How could anything feel this amazing? He’s performing the same movements I was, but what he’s doing...I won’t be able to last five seconds more.

  “I need to come,” I demand, trying to get permission like a good pet.

  His “No,” is muffled against my desperate flesh.

  He laps, then sucks, then laps again at my clit. He alternates between flicking the tip and circling the base. My hips take up a determined rhythm against his pressure, and a deep moan escapes my throat.

  He doesn’t miss a beat with his mouth, even as his hands reach up and pluck my nipples. I can’t pay attention to so many things at once. All I can focus on are the swells of pleasure building in my pelvis.

  “Please!” My climax is building so fast and hard that I’m desperate.

  “Mmmm.” Although it wasn’t even a word, I know he meant “no.”

  “Please, Sir!” That must have been the magic word, because he adds more pressure, then commands, “Come, Pet.” This pushes me into a climax so explosive I feel myself slip out of the bounds of my own skin for long moments. My muscles spasm hard and continuously as he wrings every drop of bliss from my body.

  I’m spent and exhausted and energized all at the same time. I want more, yet I’m so sensitized I don’t think I could tolerate the slightest touch.

  I’m still recovering when he slides up next to me, pulls us both up toward the pillows, and squeezes me so tight I can barely breathe. Finally, my eyes fly open and I kiss him everywhere, a million tiny kisses.

  “Oh my God, that was fantastic.” I lie back and sigh.

  “One more time,” he commands, and although he didn’t specify, I know exactly what he wants.

  “That was fantastic, Sir,” I say that last word so loudly I’m certain the folks on both sides
of us heard it through the walls.

  He laughs and cuddles me, kissing for long moments.

  “Fun and games are over, little Lexa.” The dominant Sex has left the building, the expression on his face can only be described as tender...and loving.

  “There are so many ways to make love, Lexa: exploratory, explosive, hard and fast, or urgent and passionate. It can be a cure for boredom, a battle for power, or a meaningless good time.

  “I know what I want for tonight. I want this experience to be more than the mingling of flesh. I want it to be the connection of souls. I want to tell you with my body what I’ll never be able to say eloquently enough with my words. When we’re finished in our bed tonight, I want my love for you to be so clear you’ll never doubt it.

  “You could have a scar. You could lose a limb. Your hair could grow white with age. You could make mistakes and be imperfect and make me angry, but I’ll always love you, little Lexa.

  “That’s what I want to show you in our bed tonight.”

  Wow. I’ve known I’ve loved him for days, but if there had been a molecule left in my body that hadn’t pledged its full and complete allegiance to this wonderful blue male before his little speech, there’s not one left now.

  He leans to place his mouth on my breast. He laves, then scrapes the tip. I thought I was sated, but he kicks my arousal up a notch.

  Within moments, my hips begin a rhythm without any direction from my mind. I open myself to him. He abandons my breasts, then prowls down my body, placing his palms on my inner thighs; his breath gusts hotly on my core.

  “It’s too soon, Sex. Certainly, I can’t come again.”

  A chuckle rumbles from deep in his chest. “I love that you’re an untouched, my Lexa. You have so much to learn. I’m just the male to teach you.”

  He covers my clit with his warm mouth and moans. Oh my God, better than my vibrator back home. Then he does some magical thing that causes suction.

  I shut down my ADD mind and quit trying to figure out what he’s doing down there. I lay back and order myself to just feel.

  The tip of his tongue dips into my sensitized channel and I grab his hair. I honestly don’t know if I want to move him away from me or press him tighter. I do neither. He’s doing just fine on his own.

  He laps, then sucks, then laps again at my clit. He alternates between flicking the tip and circling the base. My hips take up an insistent rhythm against his pressure, and a deep moan escapes my throat.

  He doesn’t miss a beat with his mouth, even as his hands roam wildly from swiftly plucking my nipples to cupping my ass cheeks, then back up. I can’t pay attention to so many things at once. All I can focus on are the surges of pleasure building in my pelvis.

  I’m so close, straining for release when he increases his pressure and pushes me over the edge. Is that me making that ethereal keening sound? I’m having an out-of-body experience as pleasure rolls over me in wave after blissful wave.

  I never knew my body could produce this level of pleasure. Not just the physical, but the emotional connection. It’s binding us somehow, tying us together with an unbreakable cord.

  I reach for him and pull him up so we both have our head on the pillows. “You’re a very talented male, Sex.” I don’t think I’ll ever call him Six again. I love his name, and I especially love his nickname.

  As soon as my breathing returns to normal, he reaches between my legs and circles my wet opening with his finger. I want to tell him it’s too soon. How could a body tolerate this much pleasure? But his probing results in my dripping arousal.

  “Feel good, Lexa?” All my attention focuses on that finger. “Tell me if I hurt you.”

  He slips his finger in. Having him inside me feels foreign and familiar at the same time. I urgently want him to fill me.

  “More.” I press against him, feeling my inner walls clench around him as he slides in to the hilt, then plunges in and out until I’m caught up in the motion and the pleasure.

  He pulls out, circling me with two fingers, teasing me until I’m yearning for his entry.

  “Sex,” I say as I press against him.

  He obliges by entering me with both thick fingers.

  I love the feeling of fullness, being possessed. He lets me adjust around him before he begins a rhythm. Just little presses into me and then a full retreat. He goes on like this for long minutes until the penetrations feel like heaven and the retreats feel empty and unfulfilled.

  “All good?” he asks.

  “Mmmm.”

  His invasion proceeds further in slow steps until the heel of his hand presses against my clit. My eyes pop open in surprise. Dear God, the pressure on my little button and the fullness in my channel is the perfect combination.

  No, I was wrong. Now his hand is circling even as his fingers penetrate. This, this is the perfect combination.

  “Let go for me, Lexa,” he urges.

  It takes a moment for me to allow my body to do what it’s been dying to do for long minutes. But somehow I grant myself release and I hit the apex of satisfaction, riding peak after peak of pleasure.

  I’m spent. I don’t have the energy to even drag my eyelids open. I don’t have the brainpower to sort out whether to focus on my sated body, or the complete connection I have with my male.

  A moment later, I bask in the afterglow as Sextus kisses upward from my hip bone to the indent of my navel through the valley of my breasts to my contented smile.

  “I love you, Pet,” he whispers in my ear.

  “I love you too.” I sift my fingers through his black hair and marvel at his strength and tenderness—it’s such a sexy combination.

  I reach between us and grab his cock. Stroking it gently, I’m fascinated by the warm, steel feel until he puts his hand over mine and presses so hard I’d think it would hurt.

  “Like that?”

  “Mmm hmm.” He lets go, and I continue at the pace and pressure he showed me. “Yes, Lexa, just like that,” he breathes heavily, his eyelids shuttered.

  He may think this little untouched doesn’t know much, but I certainly know enough that I’m aware tonight shouldn’t end like this.

  I straddle him and settle my core on top of his rock-hard cock, then move in little pulses.

  “You’re ready for everything this male can give you? We don’t have to rush—”

  “Like hell, Sex. No more waiting.”

  He flips me over with an urgency that makes me gasp with desire. He presses into me, grunting hoarsely with every claim he stakes on my body. I’m wet and ready and oh-so-eager. His strong hands hold my ass, controlling the angle and the level of penetration and the full extent of my bliss.

  “So full, Sex. Oh my God, this feels so good. We belong like this.” I’m fully impaled on him. There are tears in my eyes from the transcendent sweetness of this moment of being possessed and filled and yes, owned by this male—the male I love. I’ve never felt this happy or fulfilled or complete in all my life.

  He’s buried to the hilt and thrusts into me, setting up a rhythm and putting just the right pressure on my little bud.

  “That’s right, Lexa. Meet my hips with yours. Use my body to make yourself feel good. Find your release.”

  My hands press his iron-muscled ass against me harder, he pivots his pelvis, and I’m almost there.

  “Come for me, Lexa,” he urges, then bites my neck hard. His passion pushes me over the edge. As my muscles spasm in ecstasy, I feel him go rigid and hear his muffled, “Drack,” as he reaches his release.

  A moment later, he’s rolled us both on our sides and is petting and kissing me.

  “All good?” he asks.

  “Yep, you’re a sex god.”

  I can see how people become addicted to sex. Not only does it feel divine, but it’s the emotional intimacy, the connection, that’s the best feeling I’ve ever experienced.

  “And you’re my goddess.” He kisses me hard, and snuggles me tight.

  Sextus


  Brushing her hair off her sweaty face, I memorize her sleeping features. I should have realized the mark on her face would bother her. Females can be sensitive about those things. Luckily we have the credits to fix it. Scar or not, I can’t imagine ever growing tired of looking at her.

  I catalog my good fortune: I’ve exacted revenge on Khour and lived to tell the tale, I’ve got the loveliest female in the galaxy who’s agreed to be my mate, and we’re beginning our life together.

  Her brown eyes pop open and she immediately smiles at me, leans up, hooks her elbow behind my head, and pulls me close for a kiss.