This carinoux might be a lucky break for me. Maybe it'll get Alice to stop being all shy and standoffish. What's the point in holding back anything? We might die out here. Might as well have some fun while we're at it. And sex? Sex is lots of keffing fun.
The human stares at me, her cheeks flushed, and for a moment, I think she's going to refuse. If so, that'll be bad. I do need her scent on me. If the carinoux thinks she's the dominant one and I belong to her, it'll settle down and not eat my face.
Or my cock. And I'm mighty fond of my cock being in one piece.
"Get over your shyness and come rub yourself on me," I say in a pleasant voice. "I'd pull up my trou, but I don't think our new friend will let me move without attacking first."
"Oh. Right."
She hesitates for a moment, then gets to her feet. The carinoux keeps watching her, so she pets it for a moment longer, and then takes a cautious step toward me, as if afraid it's going to attack her for even looking in my direction. When it just moves alongside her and butts its head against her hand, she relaxes a little more. Alice approaches me with small, measured steps, her head cocked as she studies me. "Can I just make a joke right now about getting caught with your pants down?"
My mouth twitches. "You can. It's the truth."
"You couldn't hold out for any longer?" She chides. "Every time I turn my back, you've got your hands down your damn pants."
"It's because I'm attracted to you," I admit. "And I know you don't like aliens so I'm trying to keep my hands to myself."
"You're keeping your hands to yourself but your mouth won't stop going on and on about things," Alice mutters as she takes another baby step toward me. "You're lucky I'm not the fragile type to get easily offended."
"Do I make you uncomfortable? I'm sorry." I shrug. "I guess I'm around my brothers too much. And Zoey. We don't have much of a filter when we're in a group." I don't point out that I've been all messed up about her ever since I saw her and she rubbed herself all over me and talked about the things she can do with her mouth. Maybe the rest of me is still focused on that moment and it's hard for me to reconcile that Alice isn't that initial minx. That it was all an act. "Tell me to shut up at any point."
She moves forward and puts her hands on my chest, looking over at the carinoux. "Shut up."
I bite back a chuckle. Well, that took no time at all.
Alice rubs her hands on my abdomen, standing just far enough away that my cock can't graze her. This isn't helping my fantasies. I try to stare up at the trees as she slides her hands on my skin, but it's difficult to ignore her presence. Impossible, really.
"It's not you," Alice mutters, her voice so low that I almost miss it.
"What's that?"
"You don't bother me." Alice says, moving along my side and continuing to rub her hands all over every bit of skin. "You talk a big game—you don't shut up, really—but that's fine. It's the actions I'm paying attention to. You may grab yourself a lot, but you never grab me. That counts for a lot in my book." Her fingers move along my waistline and she deliberately avoids my tail. "I just don't know what to think about a lot of what you say."
"Because aliens gross you out?"
"Because most aliens do and yet I'm not grossed out by you." Alice's fingers slide up to my shoulders, and goosebumps break out on my arms. "And I don't know how to handle that."
Hot damn. Is she admitting she's got a thing for me? I think about how she spilled out of the lavatory, her hand in her pants, and I nearly come. This is more than I'd hoped for. "If you need to take it slow, I can go slow."
That makes Alice laugh. "Kaspar, I don't think you know the meaning of the word 'slow.'"
I mean, she's not totally wrong. But for her I'm willing to try. Alice was abused when she came out here in space. Part of me wants to comfort her, and part of me wants to wipe those memories away with new ones. Maybe that's the swaggering male in me. Maybe it's the possessive mesakkah. Whatever it is, it's damned inconvenient because my cock is constantly aching around her. "I can try slow," I tell Alice. "Come kiss me and I'll show you."
"Kiss you?" She moves to the front of me again, her hands still on my chest. Alice glances over at the carinoux but it's just watching her patiently, as if waiting for his turn to be petted again.