Barbarian Alien(35)

“What is the saying?” His breath rasps in his throat as I bend down and take him in my hand again, then begin to nibble up and down his shaft.

“It’s not important.” I drag my tongue down one thick vein, and then back up over the bumpy ridges. “How does that feel?”

When he doesn’t answer, I look up from my ministrations.

His glowing blue eyes pin me with an intense gaze. “Why are you stopping?”

I giggle. “Because I asked you a question?”

“It feels like…nothing I have experienced before.” His voice is husky with need, and even as he says the words, more pre-cum beads on his cock.

“Good enough answer.” I return to licking and nibbling on his length, figuring out which touches he likes. I seem to get the most reaction when I drag my teeth along his tender skin, or when I squeeze hard at the base of his cock.

So naturally, I do both quite a bit, until he’s thrusting into my hand and there’s sweat on his brow. His gaze hasn’t moved from me and my ministrations, though. If another alien ship landed outside, I doubt he’d look away. He’s utterly fascinated with my mouth.

I continue my exploration of his body with a few licks across the top of his shaft, the hard, ridged portion, and then move on to the thumb-like protrusion above it. “What do you call this again?”

“It is a spur.”

“Is it like…a clit? Does it feel good if I touch it?” I drag my fingers over it experimentally. It feels different than his cock. Where his penis feels like velvet over hard muscle, his spur feels…strange. A bit like bone, but covered with skin and flesh. It doesn’t deflate or grow any bigger when his cock does, and when I trace my fingers over it, Raahosh doesn’t seem to react like he does when I lick his cock.

He shrugs. “Everything you do feels good.”

“But this doesn’t feel like…hmm. Like lightning strikes when I lick it?” I lean down and give it an experimental lick, watching his face.

His cock bobs in response. “Feels good,” he murmurs.

But I want him going crazy. So I move to his cock, squeeze the head in my fist, and then lick the slit. “And that?”

Before I can even finish my sentence, he’s bucking into my hand, panting. His eyes close and he falls back into the furs, groaning.

“Yeah, that feels better. Okay, good to know.” I return to my licking and sucking of his cock, because it never hurts to stick with what a girl knows. I’m actually kinda glad that his spur isn’t a major pleasure point, because I know how to work a cock. I don’t know much of what to do with that. I suck on him for a moment more, and then an idea hits me. I lean down and tongue the base of his spur while working his cock with my hand.

His entire body jolts. Raahosh gives a shout, and then my hand is covered in hot, sticky cum as he crests once more.

I continue rubbing my tongue along the underside of his spur and he continues to come, his hips shuddering. I can tell he’s doing his best not to move so he doesn’t stab me with the thing, but I’m pleased that I made him come so hard. I lift my head and admire the cum shining on my fingers. “Guess you’re sensitive there after all.”

He stares at me for a long moment, and then grabs my hand. “I shouldn’t have–”

“No?” I interrupt before he can get all moody on me. “You wanted to come in my mouth?”

Raahosh’s nostrils flare again, the only sign of his acknowledgment of my words. Aww. He’s shy. I give him a blissful smile and then yawn. “I’m gonna grab some of the water and clean us up, and then we can go back to bed. ‘Kay?”

The purring in his chest — and mine — has gone to a low rumble. His cootie is sated for now. Mine too. I’m surprised when he gets up, though, and caresses my cheek. “Wait here.”

I do, and he returns a moment later with a small, soft pelt and the waterskin. He takes my hand in his, and with the water and the fur, cleans me free of his come. It’s a thoughtful gesture, and I can’t help but watch with appreciation when he cleans himself off, too.

Even if I don’t like the man a lot of the time, he’s sure pretty to look at.

He puts the waterskin back in its place on the shelf and then returns to the bed. His cock is half-mast now – I don’t know why I keep looking, but I do – and there’s a softer expression on his hard face. He touches my cheek again. “Sleep now? We have an early day tomorrow.”

I blink and suddenly realize how tired I am. I guess the post-endorphin glow is wearing off quickly. My cootie hums a song to his as I nod and lie back down in the furs. As soon as I lie down, he is at my side, and pulls me against him. My body nestles against his and he’s warm, his arms hugging me to his body. He nuzzles my neck and his hand cups my breast.