And I groan, helpless in front of such a determined female.
30
ALICE
Cocky, smirky, reckless Kaspar is vulnerable.
He's confessed to me about his lungs, all the while speaking in a somber tone, an expression on his face as if he's almost ashamed of telling me that he has a flaw. It's not even a flaw. It's an artificial body part, a crucial one.
Hearing that just makes me feel all kinds of warm things. I want to grab him and hold him close. I want to kiss the dickens out of him. I want to make him feel good, so he can see himself as I see him—tall, strong, handsome and protective. My blue alien knight in shining armor. The only guy that's thought to protect me in the last three years. I actually feel safe with him. Jade tried to make us all feel safe, back on the ship, but there was always the worry that we'd be outsmarted or outmuscled. That it was all very fragile.
It's weird because I'm in the most danger I've been in in the last few years and I've never felt safer. I have the protector-kin and I have Kaspar. I'm good.
I want him to be good, too. So I kiss his neck, breathing in his scent, reveling in how warm his skin is against mine. I flick my tongue against that soft, velvety blue skin of his, and his hand tightens on my back. He's not saying anything, but he doesn't need to. I'm taking control of this moment and there don't have to be words. We can just exist for a little while, muddy and damp, in the humidity of this shitty planet and enjoy being together.
So I rub my nose under his ear, dragging my tongue over the line of his jaw. "I'm glad you don't taste like that fruit smelled."
Kaspar huffs a laugh, his hand sliding from the base of my spine up to the back of my neck. God, I love that touch. It makes me shiver all over in the best kinds of ways.
"I like kissing you," I tell him between presses of my mouth to his soft, soft skin. I move to his ear and nip at his lobe with my teeth, determined to make him wild. "Sometimes I think I shouldn't like kissing an alien, but then I get a little bit of your scent and it makes me crazy. I keep thinking about kissing you, and it's distracting."
"I'm sorry to distract you," Kaspar says in a distinctly distracted voice of his own.
"Don't apologize," I murmur, using the tip of my tongue to outline his ear. "But I'm not going to apologize anymore either. If I want to kiss you, I will."
He groans.
I pull back, because it occurs to me that I'm being bossy and domineering. I search his face, noting that his eyes are dark, his pupils large with (hopefully) arousal. "Unless you don't want me to."
Kaspar cups my face in his hands and I wonder if he's going to kiss me. Instead, he pulls me close and gives my jaw a nipping kiss of my own. "I declare myself yours. Do whatever you like with me."
Sounds like someone wants me to get naughty. And I'm feeling frisky enough to take him up on it. I grab his hands and set them on my hips, leaning forward as my knees dig into the soil. "What if I wanted to kiss you all over?"
His eyes practically flare with excitement. "I wouldn't stop you."
I poke my finger in the center of his chest, where he's plated. I wonder if he has scars from his lung surgeries, but it seems rude to search for them. Doesn't matter anyhow. I tap my finger on that plating. "If I kiss you all over, am I gonna get some reciprocation? Because I'm tired of being the one doing all the giving. Maybe I need to get my rocks off, too."
"Rocks?" Kaspar looks a little puzzled. "Is that a human euphemism for your cunt?"
"Yes and no." I flick against that armor on his chest. "Don't change the subject. Am I gonna get mine if you get yours?"
He gives me a wide, knowing grin. "Are you demanding that I lick your cunt, Sunshine?"
I lift my chin. "Maybe? Is that so bad?" I run my finger down his chest, sliding from the plating back to soft, supple skin over his abdomen. "I want to make you feel good, but I also wouldn't mind a bit of that myself. That's all I'm saying."
Big hands grip my hips fiercely, and he pulls me forward against him, until my hips are practically parked over the hard length of his cock, evident through his pants. "You don't even have to touch me to get that, Alice. I'd happily lick that sweet cunt of yours for hours. Days." His gaze flicks to my mouth, and then back to my eyes, his breathing hard. "All you have to do is ask."