Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 144433 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 722(@200wpm)___ 578(@250wpm)___ 481(@300wpm)
Zhur gets off the bed and gazes down at me, clearly wanting to return to the bed and lavish more attention on my naked body. If it's not a trick, well, I've hit the alien jackpot. But I don't trust a stroke of luck like a gigantic cat-alien that can find my G-spot as if it's got a homing beacon on it and wants nothing more than to touch me.
If it's a trick, I'm going to have to murder him in his sleep.
But then he unfastens his makeshift clothing—clothing I know he hates—and bares his broad chest. It's furriest at the shoulder line, with just a long, dense happy trail leading down his abdomen. And lord, what an abdomen. Taut and muscled, it flexes as he pushes the jumpsuit down his hips and even does a little wiggle to release his tail from the special cut-out in the back of his clothes. He's not wearing underwear and the moment the fabric leaves his hips, his cock springs free.
It's just as impressive as I recalled, maybe even doubly so now that he's hard. He's also a fuzzy orange on his heavy balls, and I have to bite back a giggle at the thought of him rubbing dye on his undercarriage so he matches all over. As I admire him, Zhur strokes a hand down his cock, pushing back his foreskin just a bit more and making the glossy head prominent. It's wet and dripping with pre-cum, and as I stare, another bead slides down the head.
Okay, so maybe he wasn't pretending. Maybe this isn't a trick to seduce me. Maybe he's just really into giving. His dick is hard enough to convince me of his excitement, and when I give him an encouraging smile, his breath hitches and he strokes his cock again.
"Plas?" he says, voice husky.
It takes me a moment to realize what he's asking. "It can't hurt, right?"
Zhur nods and moves to the bathroom, kicking aside his discarded clothing as he does. Okay, that small move is classic Zhur, all right. His tail—still amusingly fluffy, I realize, as if he couldn't bear to cut the fur on it—swishes behind him, the tip curled like a candy cane. He returns a moment later, wrapping the strange, slithery plas-film over his cock and then pinching the tip and pulling it forward to add a reservoir for his spend.
He does this all with the expertise of someone that's done such a thing a great many times in his life, and it makes me wonder just how many partners he's had. No good ever comes of asking, though. I'm his first human, and that seems important.
Not that it matters. Totally doesn't matter.
Friends with benefits, I remind myself. No emotions. You don't know that you even like the guy.
But then he climbs into bed, his big arms bracing on both sides of me, and gives me a crooked little smile, as if apologizing for tending to the mechanics, and my heart skips a tiny beat.
Okay, maybe I like the guy a little. I can't be hard on someone that took such effort to find my G-spot.
He moves over me and I automatically spread my thighs, lifting one knee to lock it at his hip. Zhur braces himself on one arm over me and lowers his body, his fuzzy belly brushing against me, and then he settles his cock between my thighs. He gazes down, watching as he drags his cock through my slick pussy, and god, even that feels incredible. I could just have him do that for an hour or two. I run a hand over his chest, touching him, and then look up at his face.
It's a little jarring. He's so tall I actually have to look up. There's no way we could kiss with our bodies lined up like this.
Which reminds me. "Kissing," I blurt out, even as he palms my breast. "We've forgotten all about kissing."
He meets my gaze, his thick brows furrowing. "Kissing must occur first? Is this a rule?"
"Well, no, it's not a rule, but kissing is nice. It's intimate."
"This is not intimate?" He drags the head of his cock through my folds, until it rests at the entrance to my body.
I suck in a breath, because god, that feels good. The press of him there makes me squirm, makes me want to bear down on him and feel that delicious burn of him entering my body. "I mean...yeah."
"I want to please you, Maeve," he says, rubbing his cock-head at my entrance. "You said you needed dick. Would you rather me give you dick now or kisses now?"
It's the most ridiculous question, and for a moment I think he's pulling my leg. But when I look up at him, Zhur has the most earnest look of concentration on his face, as if he's trying to figure out what he's doing wrong.