Rogue Mate, page 16
part #1 of Rogue Star Series
My tongue dipped in for the first taste of her, teasing her to meet me, to taste me back.
Gently moaning against my mouth, Kalyn seemed to be driven to press her body tight to me, until I eased her back and away, placing a hand at each of her shoulders.
"Don't you think you should get a little more... comfortable before we get that close?" I shot her a little grin, which seemed to break her oddly stoic resolve.
She looked away, the blush intensifying as she gave a slight nod. When she didn't begin undressing on her own, I brought my hands up to unclasp and remove piece after piece until she was left bare above the waist.
I couldn't help but marvel at the loveliness of her chest. Her breasts were as pale as the rest of her—maybe even more so—terminating at the fore in a beautiful pinkish hue, though even the tight nubs seemed pale when compared to the deep flush that spread over her upper chest.
I cupped them both, indulging a little moan that slipped from my lips as I felt the intensely soft warmth.
Despite her nervousness, she pressed her chest toward me a little at that, even moaning a bit as I shifted my attention to her tight, rosy buds. The adorable little noises of pleasure she made drove me on as I began lightly stroking and squeezing there, pinching a bit in response to her eagerness.
She was totally out of her depth, but her body seemed right at home beneath my attentions. Still, I was just as new to this as she was—or, at least, new to the strange beauty of humans and what gave them pleasure.
I took my time and lingered there, listening to her moans, as both the pace and intensity of her breaths picked up, giving me the cues I needed.
It seemed to take quite a bit of effort to overcome the shyness, shame, or whatever happened to be holding her back from it, but she finally made a request, breaking the tense silence.
"You could... kiss, or… maybe suck them, if you wanted..."
I gave a final squeeze to them both before indicating the bed behind her. Kalyn nodded, and with shaking steps made her way over to it.
Grinning, I made my way over to her and urged her further up the bed. As I eased her down, she brought both arms up and rested her hands behind her head, almost seeming to put herself on display for me.
I leaned down and eagerly took one of the now-hard rose nubs between my lips. She mewled and twisted where she laid, and as I suckled more eagerly and took more of that intoxicating, yielding flesh, I made a point to be conscious of my sharpened teeth.
Even a little nibble would be no good, I thought, no matter how intense the urge might be.
Instead, I focused on sliding my tongue over her, each ridge seeming to renew and escalate her enjoyment. As I pulled back and focused the tip of my tongue there, flickering and flitting, her hips raised from the bed in a wanton display of need—one I was all too eager to oblige.
After I'd gotten her pants unclasped and removed, she guided my hand to where it needed to be.
It became all too clear what she so desperately wanted the moment my finger came into contact with the firm nub at the top of her slit. She cried out and pushed her hips against my hand before giving a hard, encouraging nod.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, her eyes wide and staring, as I circled and gently flicked at it, the bucking of her hips increasing with each touch.
The urge to return to those breasts was too strong to ignore, and I settled in beside her once more, idly suckling and lavishing as I stroked at the sensitive spot. Soon, I let my hand wander, her silken heat enveloping my fingers as I slipped lower, driving in and out of her tightness.
Everything about this woman was so infinitely inviting, so utterly intoxicating, that I could hardly figure out what to do with myself.
I found the urge to taste her rising rapidly as a throbbing hunger, but just as much as I wanted to drag things out and watch her luxuriating in the pleasure I was giving her, I wanted to take it slow enough that she wasn't overwhelmed.
Besides, I'd see her overwhelmed soon enough if I had my way.
Her scent drew me upward, and I found myself dragging my tongue up from her side to the crook of her neck, passing beneath her arm and over her collarbone on the way. Every bit of her seemed enticing in its own way.
My kissing and suckling near her throat seemed to drive her pleasure immeasurably higher, and she turned her head away to give me better access.
It wasn't as if I hadn't thought about being with her before, but it was far different than I’d thought it would be. I expected her to guide me with words, or protest little things, or simply talk more, but her body seemed more than capable of doing all the communication that was required. Every motion was purposeful, whether it was to guide me or intensify her own enjoyment, and I found myself wondering if she even realized what she was doing.
Kalyn seemed totally lost in the moment, no doubt having surrendered to the intensity of it and its power to push back any apprehensions she might have had coming into it. My thoughts were dissipating, too, more and more, the longer I remained in the hypnotic haze surrounding her. Something about the heat radiating from every inch of her, her wonderful scent... I could feel the hunger for her rising quickly above my own restraint.
I pulled back from her neck just long enough to bring my fingers up to my lips, darting my tongue out to slide over and between them.
Tasting her sweet juices on my fingers set my veins burning. The hunger was in control, and nothing could have been more important in that moment than tasting her.
After leaning in to give a kiss to the lobe of her ear, I worked my way down her chest and over her belly, tongue and lips traveling in a teasing trail over her sensitive flesh.
Kalyn hadn't turned her head back or opened her eyes, but her hand drifted down to lay atop my head, urging me down as she gave a little whimper of need. Had she been anything but totally overwhelmed, she probably would have been mortified at being so eager and forward about it, but she was just as lost as I was then.
I settled in between her legs, placing a hand behind each of her knees to urge her legs up and apart. I could only take in the sight of her for a moment before my hunger impelled me forward, and before I knew it, my tongue was flashing and flicking over her nub. My eyes settled on her face, and I watched as she worked her eyes open and looked down at me.
She was panting hard already, but her breath quickened as she watched, her hands tightening and twisting in the sheets as I pleasured her. After a few failed attempts at speech, she fell quiet, aside from the intensifying moans and heavy breaths.
I had to taste her more.
Deeper.
Her body tightened up for a long moment as I slid the ridged length of my tongue inside, pushing forward until I was absolutely enveloped in her slick heat.
Delicious.
Kalyn called out my name as she bucked hard against me, every signal of pleasure from her driving my hunger higher and higher, desperate to see her in the deepest depths of pleasure. She seemed to try to hold on at the precipice of climax, her breath coming to a sudden, hitching halt.
All at once, she threw her head back, screaming my name once more as her motions became erratic. She thrashed hard as the orgasm sent chaotic waves through her body, leaving only her hands twisted up in the sheets, holding on tight even as they trembled.
I kept her in the throes of pleasure for as long as I could, but when her hand shot down to push me away, I let it.
It was the absolute height of bliss to watch her even as she came down, and I retook my place beside her in bed to tease her with little trills of pleasure, trailing my fingertips over her thighs and lavishing her with short, small kisses at her neck.
"How was that, beautiful?"
She managed a quick, shaky nod before turning her head to look at me. "I don’t know… Absolutely... unbelievable.” She panted, curling into my chest.
Wrapping my arms around her, I felt her drift into sleep, watched her gentle breathing until I faded away beside her, her taste still on my tongue.
In the morning, I reached for her hip and rolled her toward me.
The taste of her neck, the softness of her shoulders was irresistible.
“Good morning,” she nuzzled my chest and I breathed in the scent of her.
“I’ve got some ideas on how to make it better,” I promised, letting my hand knead the small of her back.
She arched into me, delightful sounds spurring me on.
BANG.
A knock on her door interrupted us.
“Dammit,” I heard her whisper. “Pretend we’re not here.” She began kissing me again, but the knocking continued.
I broke off our kiss. “We have to answer it.” I hated myself for saying it, but I had to. For the first time, I wished Aavat was the ummba captain.
With a string of curses uttered under my breath, I cleared my throat and answered. “Yes?”
“Captain?”
One of the women. I couldn’t tell which. Maybe I would have known if I hadn’t been quite so delightfully distracted, but as things were…
“Would you happen to know where Commander Kalyn is? The new regulator is here, and Maris wants her to go over the details of the installation.”
“I’ll let her know.”
Whoever it was left.
And in that time, Kalyn had already rolled out of bed, begun putting on her clothes that we’d scattered about last night.
I sat up to watch her, worry pooling in my gut. “Everything alright?”
“Of course,” she said brightly. Too brightly. “Just time to get back at it.” She flashed a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.
“I’ll see you out there!”
And with that, she slipped away.
But not for long.
Kalyn
I woke up in the middle of the night panting.
I couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t think of anything but Dejar.
I’d spent the day running from one job to the next, anxious to help, to stay busy.
To keep from thinking of him.
How his touch had felt.
How he’d made me shatter.
How much I’d wanted more.
And then I’d ruined it, run away like a child.
Before I could talk myself out of it, I stood up from my sleeping mat and left the room.
With a shaking hand, I knocked on the door to his cabin. He answered the door, groggy and wearing nothing but a loose pair of pants.
“Kalyn?” He blinked in surprise. “Are you okay?”
“I have to tell you something,” I blurted, making sure I looked into his eyes and not at the broad expanse of his chest.
“I’m listening.” Dejar’s smile was as easy as ever. He invited me into the room and closed the door behind us. He sat down on the edge of his bed. “I’m listening,” he prompted when I didn’t speak right away.
“I want to kiss you.”
“You have my permission,” Dejar laughed.
“No,” I sighed. “What I mean is, I want to kiss you and touch you and be with you, but I don’t know how to do that.” I sounded like an idiot, an absolute moron. I should just go back to my room and pretend this never happened.
“I don’t understand.” He stood up and walked across the room to stand in front of me. He took my hands in his. “You’re touching me now. You’re with me most of the day. You know how to do it. You’re very good at it, actually.”
“Not like that.” I shook my head. “I mean in the way men and women were together before the male birthrate dropped to almost zero.”
“How was that?” he asked. His smile was indulgent and filled with laughter. Butterflies erupted in my stomach. I couldn’t think straight with him looking at me like that.
“Having breakfast together,” I blurted. He tilted his head to one side.
“You…want to have breakfast with me?” he asked slowly. I took a deep breath to unscramble my thoughts. I should’ve prepared a speech or something. I was terrible at improv.
“Breakfast after waking up beside each other,” I explained. “Holding hands, kissing each other, and planning a future together. Being together because we want to be together, not because the survival of a species depends on systematic breeding.”
“What the kopa is going on in the Terran system?”
“A lot of messed up shit, but that’s not the point,” I stressed. “My point is I want to be with someone because I love them, not because of duty.”
“You love me?” Dejar’s eyes narrowed.
Realizing what I’d just said, I felt the color drain from my face. My mouth ran dry. I couldn’t turn back now.
“You’re a giant alien with golden skin from a universe I only just found out existed, you try to take on too many burdens at once, and you work too hard, but yes! I’m in love with you.” I spoke so quickly I worried Dejar didn’t understand anything I said.
“Oh, Kalyn,” he sighed. He reached out, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me against his chest. He rested his cheek on the top of my head and held me so tightly I didn’t have to worry about my wobbly legs holding me up.
I thought telling him would be the scariest part, but I was wrong. It was one thing to confess feelings to someone. Asking how they felt in return was a new beast to battle altogether.
“Do you love me?” My voice was muffled against his chest.
“You’re a little neurotic, you either worry too much or not enough, and you second guess yourself too often,” he murmured into my hair, “but yes. I love you, too.”
He was right, of course.
I could only remember one time in my life where I wasn't worried about one thing or another.
When he was beside me, touching me, making me feel such wonderful things, I couldn't think of anything but him and that moment.
Remembering that night, I felt a little jolt of expectation shoot through me. I could feel my face flushing, my breath quickening.
Dejar must have noticed, because he pulled back to look down at me before placing one of those all-too-skilled hands beneath my chin.
He leaned down and pressed his lips to mine in a kiss that washed my concerns away just as quickly as they'd come.
His presence was always absorbing in a lot of ways, but something about connecting with him like that made everything else fall away like nothing else.
I wrapped my arms tightly around his waist and leaned up into the kiss, my body telling me more and more insistently what I already knew—I needed him, badly.
He deepened the kiss, demanding entrance, and I gladly opened to him. His tongue, so strange, so alien, felt amazing as I twined against it with mine, copying his touches, letting him drive us on.
Before I broke away completely, I gave a gentle nip at his lower lip and shot him a mischievous grin. "I think... I might be ready."
His face absolutely lit up, but it didn't seem to be at the prospect of his own enjoyment. He was glad for me, and eager to experience it with me. The look in his eyes spoke clearly, though he remained silent for the moment.
With a gentle nudge, he urged me in the direction of the bed. As I made my way there, I stripped off my top and bra, pants and panties soon following.
A low, rumbling sort of moan sounded from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder as I stepped out of my panties, still bent over at the waist.
His eyes were absolutely fixed on my backside, hands flexing at his sides as he watched me. The thought of teasing him a little, making him wait, really building it up, only served to excite me further.
I lingered as I was for a long moment, even giving a little wiggle of my ass in his direction, an irrepressible giggle accompanying it.
Dejar closed the distance between us and placed a hand on each of my hips, squeezing firmly before sliding up to my lower back, pulling my body back against him, a hard heat pressed tight between us as he rocked his hips against mine.
Oh. My.
I straightened up to press my back to his chest, and he slipped out of his shirt just before coming to rest skin-to-skin with me.
The feeling of his hands cupping my breasts again brought me immediately back to the moment I'd first felt those strong hands on me and the intensity of that expectation. It stacked atop the intense need that was already swelling within me.
His hands moved with a surprising gentleness and ease, pinching my nipples in just the right way that the sensations flew on hot wires, straight down to my core. Every inch of my skin was overwhelmingly sensitive, and he seemed more than happy to stay there just as long as I'd let him.
With every touch, every caress, I melted more against him.
Then again, no matter how wonderful those hands were, there was nothing quite like the feeling of his full lips around my nipples and the heavenly sensation of his tongue sliding over them.
I wouldn't be able to hold out against the insistence of that memory for long.
I reached up to ease his hands down and away with the intention of getting into bed, but when I turned around, I found him towering over me and already urging me onto my back as he had before.
I loved being guided, because I knew it came from that place of deep hunger I'd gotten a peek at only once.
I wanted to see so much more of it—so much more of him.
I found my thoughts concentrated on the hard length I now found pressed to my side as he took his place alongside me, but I was soon pulled back to the moment by the sudden feeling of slick, burning-hot attention at my nipple.
That tongue, stiffer than I’d expected, seemed be lined with ridges, the strange texture amplifying each gentle lick against my already sensitive nipples until I gasped, arching from the bed. He switched attention to the other breast, one hand kneading the one he’d just left, the sparks still rolling through me at his touch.
It wasn't long before he had a hand situated between my legs, gently stroking at my clit, teasing at the slick folds, one finger dipping in and out of my core, just enough to drive any sort of thought from my mind.
As my breathing grew more ragged, he penetrated deeper, driving into me while the heel of his hand rubbed circles over my aching mound.
