And puts her hand on my cock.
This time, a guttural groan escapes me.
"Shhh," she whispers, her fingers dancing along mine. She pushes the scrap of fabric away from my cock and strokes my tip, sliding in the pre-cum dotting my skin. "No piercing?" Lucy looks up at me, a smile on her face. "I thought that was standard for your race."
"I did not…I was not…" It is hard for me to think with her touching me. "No female…"
"You thought because you're a bastard you'd never get a girl?" She arches a brow at me. "Not that this isn't a fine-looking cock already. You're the thickest man I've ever seen." She squeezes the head of my cock.
My eyes nearly roll back in my head.
"I was wondering if you were this big all over," she murmurs, her hand sticky as she roams over me. "Turns out you are. Are you a virgin, too?"
I swallow hard, because I do not want to admit that I am. "Does…I…" I swallow again. "That is…"
"Shh," she says again. "It doesn't matter." Lucy licks her lips and gazes up at me, her eyes sultry and beautiful. "Would you like for me to use my mouth on you—"
Her words send a flash of images through my mind, and it is too much. I grip her small hand in mine and squeeze her fingers, working my shaft with her hand in a hard, fast jerk that brings me over the edge. I come so hard that my vision blurs, and black swims at the edges of my sight. My sac is so tight it feels as if it's pulled all the way into my body, and yet I keep coming, and coming, splattering my seed all over the floor of her barn.
And her hand.
By the time I can stop working myself with her grip, I am spent, my seed covers her lower arm, and I am full of embarrassment. To think that I came at the mere mention of her mouth—something I have only heard filthy rumors of. I am such a keffing idiot. Why did I not tell her how much the sight of her pleases me? How much I want her? How much I want her to want me instead of Khex?
But she only smiles up at me and lifts her hand to her mouth. Her pink tongue slips out and she tastes my seed on her fingers, and I have never seen anything so erotic in my life.
If I had any seed left in my body, it would be spouting from my cock all over again.
As it is, I am helpless as I watch her return to her house, her hips swaying as she leaves me behind in the barn. She didn't talk to me, I realize as I suck in deep lungfuls of breath. Did I embarrass her? Of course I did. She wants Khex.
I…cannot let that happen, though.
It is clear to me that I must speak with Khex in the morning. To let him know I am determined to woo the female away from wanting him. I know he is not interested in any of the females here. He has said as much and teased me about my secret affection for Lucy. I must let him know how I feel, and that I want her.
And then I must figure out a way to show her that she needs me and not Khex.
That I can last longer than a breath, too. That part is important.
8
LUCY
I'm humming with satisfaction as I go back inside the house. My hand is still sticky with his release, and I'm aroused with no outlet, but I'm utterly content.
That was fun.
I'd forgotten what it's like to be with a guy and watch him come. I'd forgotten what it feels like to be an utterly sexy, desirable creature in front of a man's eyes. It's a little odd given that most of the women on this planet were captured from Earth to be sex slaves. Me, I was bought to be a companion to an elderly mesakkah who lived alone. We fooled around a few times, but his interest wasn't in sex any longer, and as he declined, our relationship was more about me taking care of him than anything else.
I didn't love him, but Aharen was a good guy. Kind. Thoughtful. He moved back in with his family once he could no longer take care of himself, and they sent me off to Risda III. Really, I've been so lucky. Lonely, though. So stinking lonely. Just because I've been “lucky” in my slavery situation doesn't mean that I'm not just as lonely as everyone else out here. I miss having people around.
I miss having someone to fuss over. And now there's Rektar, and everything is suddenly looking better.
I head into the kitchen with a smile and clean my hand off, then put away the last of the dishes. Rektar had offered to help me clean up, but he'd been in a weird mood after dinner and I wondered if he was feeling okay. The man had put away so much darn food I worried he'd given himself a stomachache.