Grace Goodwin - The Rebel and the Rogue

The way he licked his lips, it seemed he liked a whole lot more of me than my ass.

And him? Holy fuck. He was like Michelangelo’s David combined with huge alien hunk. Slabs of muscle. Shoulders as wide as Texas. Narrowed waist. Slim hips. That V thingy that made my mouth water. And between that V… porn stars would bow down to this cock.

It wasn’t so huge the size scared me, because who wanted to be fucked with a lead pipe? But it was big. Stretch me open and maybe hurt just a little, big. My pussy clenched in anticipation of this masterpiece before me. Thick enough he would open me up, rub over every hot spot I had and probably discover some I never knew were in there. Long, but not so long as to break me. I’d take him all, barely.

I liked the idea. A lot.

“I want you inside me now,” I said.

He shook his head as he slowly approached, his cock bobbing hard and erect before him. It aimed, pointed at me as if it knew I was its next conquest.

“No.”

No? Fuck, yes. I shivered. His denial made a bolt of electricity run through my flesh.

Ivy

He was naked, stalking me, and he said no?

“Now, female, I lick that pussy until you scream.”

Oh . I retreated, leaned back against the door once again. With that one step, triumph flared in his eyes. He’d declared the dominance here. But when he dropped to his knees and pushed my legs wide with his hands on the insides of my thighs, I didn’t care.

“You are scarred,” he commented as his palms felt the blemished flesh. His gaze raked over the pink and white tracks, remnants of my personal nightmares.

“So?” I asked defensively. Good thing he hadn’t seen my back. If he didn’t like what he saw, then he could just fuck himself.

“So where I come from, they are a sign of bravery. Of life experienced. Of honor.”

He looked up at me from his position on his knees.

I had no idea what to say to that, for it was completely not what I was expecting. I didn’t want to like this guy; I just wanted to fuck him.

“You talk too much. Less talk, more licking,” I ordered.

No woman breathing would say no to this guy eating her out. I might be brazen, but I wasn’t stupid. And I wasn’t into self-denial, either.

I wanted those lips on me. I wanted that tongue. Those hands. The long fingers. I didn’t want praise.

I shouted when he gave me all those things at once. A long slide of his tongue up my slit. Hands on my ass tugging me closer. Fingers tightening on my hips so I’d know I wasn’t allowed to move, that he had no intention of letting me go until I came all over his face.

His mouth settled over my clit, sucked, his tongue working magic. My eyes fell closed, but he lifted his head to say, “So greedy.”

My fingers tangled into his hair, tugged him back into me. I felt the smile against my lower lips, his satisfaction at my need clearly amusing him.

“I pulled you in here, didn’t I?” I breathed, tilting my head back as he easily worked me. My orgasm swiftly approached; he was that talented. Or I was that horny. Or both.

He growled, turned his head and nipped the inside of my right thigh and I pressed hot, sticky palms to the door behind me, used it for leverage. “Your ability to talk indicates you are not satisfied with my attentions. I shall remedy that now.”

“Oh fuck,” I whimpered, then nothing else. It was as if he shifted and went into pussy-eating high gear.

I couldn’t talk after that, only moan, beg, whimper. His mouth was on my clit, a finger inside my pussy and doing some magic curl over my G-spot. The thumb of the hand cupping my ass pressed against my back entrance, adding even more sensation I hadn’t known existed.

“More,” I said, and he pressed the thumb deeper until it breached me, until he was fingering both my holes. I’d never had anyone do that to me before, never knew I wanted it. Until now. I didn’t have to be shy or vulnerable or hell, even think. If I wanted his thumb in my ass, then I was going to tell him to put it there.

I didn’t have to worry about a thing with him because I didn’t even know his name. This was anonymous. Hot. Crazy. Perfect.

Lifting my sweaty palms from where they were pressed into the door, I cupped my breasts, tugged on the nipples. I needed even more stimulation, and I added it. The combination of his mastery and my hands pushing myself to the brink made me gasp. Writhe. Something sharp nicked my skin, just a bit. Quick, like a jolt of static electricity going straight to my clit.

I came on a scream, my knees buckling, my hands slapping against the door as if it would hold me up.

I heard the clatter of things striking the floor just before my back hit a flat surface. I hadn’t noticed much of the room when we entered—I co uld hardly see around the huge alien—but I knew he had swept a gaming table clear, the items scattering and rolling on the floor as I tried to catch my breath.

He stalked toward me, his mouth glistening with my arousal. His eyes narrowed. His cheeks were flushed with desire. So was his cock. He wasn’t Atlan but looked like one in this moment, as if he had a beast beneath the surface ready to break out and wreak havoc on my pussy.

This guy’s beast was between his legs, and there was no question it would own my pussy.

“Your scream of pleasure pleases me,” he said, wrapping his fingers around my thighs and slowly pulling me toward the edge of the table. “No doubt everyone in the canteen knows how well I’ve satisfied you.”

God, that should have mortified me, that I’d given over to him so much I’d forgotten where I was. I should have been embarrassed or ashamed that everyone in the canteen would know exactly how he had wrung the scream from me, that he was proud to share his virility with the entire space station. Instead the naughty factor made me hot. If he could do that to me with just his mouth, then I was going to love what he did with his cock.

The table was made for us, high enough to get my body’s needy core close to him. To his cock. It was at the right height for him to only need to bend his knees a little to be aligned.

“The way your body clenched and tightened. The gush of your nectar.” He licked his lips.

“Are you a poet?” I asked, coming up on my elbow, reaching out and gripping his cock—as best I could—in my hand. I gave it a tug, a long stroke. Felt how smooth the skin was, how hard beneath. How long. Thick. Pulsing with heat.

He hissed.

“I am male, satisfied by my female’s response to my touch.”

I stiffened at that. “I am not your female. This is one time only.”

He grinned then, feral and broad.

“Um… what are those?” I asked, my gaze focused on the sharp tips of his canines. Holy shit, he was part Forsian. A Rogue 5 guy with Forsian ancestry. Just as I’d learned about Forsians—I’d done a lot of studying up about the planets once I left the Coalition—he had vampire teeth, but now they were on display and the idea of being bitten by him wasn’t nearly as abhorrent as I’d hoped.

”Fangs.”

I shook my head. “Don’t you dare bite me. I want hot sex, but biting? Not a chance. I don’t want a mate.”

He gently tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear, which contradicted every wild thing we’d done so far. “I will not bite you. As you said, we are together for pleasure. Nothing more. These”—he slid his tongue back and forth over the sharp tips—“are for claiming a mate.”