The Naked Alien by Honey Phillips (new books to read .txt) 📗

decided that it was not for him. He had no intention of succumbing to the weakness that had led to his father abandoning him by following his mother into death. His decision to avoid a mating bond had never been tested before, and yet…

Holding Jayn, protecting her and caring for her, fulfilled a part of him that he would have sworn did not exist. But it was a part that had no future. He would be returning to his planet and she would, no doubt, be returning to hers. This closeness that he felt to her was simply the result of being in a survival situation with a desirable female.

Very desirable, he thought with a silent groan as she moved in her sleep and her makeshift garment pulled away from her body. A full breast rubbed temptingly against his arm and he felt a pebbled nipple press against his skin. His hand ached to explore that tempting little peak and see how responsive it would be, but he forced himself to remain still. He had promised her he would not take advantage of her, and even though he knew she hadn’t understood him, he had given his word. With a sigh, he rested his head against the trunk of the tree and prepared himself for a long, frustrating night.

Chapter Six

Jane was dreaming again, once more back on that tropical beach with a mysterious lover. But this time he was doing more than running his fingers up her leg. This time she could feel him beneath her, feel the firm strength of his body as her breasts rubbed against the rigid muscles of his chest. The heavy weight of his cock was wedged between her legs, hot and hard and tempting. His girth parted her lower lips, and her body was slick and ready. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself along the wide shaft.

A deep rumble echoed from the chest beneath her, sending a thrilling sensation through her aching breasts, and she moved faster, searching for the pleasure that hovered just out of reach. Large hands grabbed her ass to help her move, and the strength of that grip finally startled her awake.

Her eyes opened to find Tarax watching her, golden eyes ablaze. His hands flexed on her buttocks, but he didn’t make another move. Still half asleep and caught up in the remnants of her dream, the demanding ache in her body overcame her embarrassment, and she instinctively pressed down against him. He groaned and started sliding her back and forth along the length of his cock.

A distant part of her mind realized that something felt different, but it felt too good for her to stop and analyze it. All she knew was that with each stroke, a hard ridge rubbed against her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body. His hands pulled her legs further apart, exposing more of her sensitive flesh to that wonderful sensation. She cried out, and he increased his pace until she was shaking, poised on the verge of ecstasy, then a heated flood of liquid hit her oversensitive bundle of nerves and sent her over the edge into a long rolling climax. His grip finally loosened, but he continued to rock her gently back and forth until her body stopped quivering.

“Oh my goodness.” Color flooded her cheeks as her climax faded away and she realized what she had done. She tried to sit up quickly but only succeeded in rubbing herself against him in the process. They both groaned. When she looked down, she realized that what she had felt was his climax. Thick streaks of golden liquid coated his stomach and her thighs.

Once again, she tried to back away and scramble off of him, but he growled something and kept his hands tightly on her hips. It took another minute for her dazed mind to remember that they were still perched high in the tree.

“I guess I can’t exactly run away, can I?” she muttered.

Even though he couldn’t understand the words, he must have understood the sentiment because he gave her a satisfied smile.

“You don’t have to look so pleased with yourself. I was dreaming and you just happened to be there.”

He frowned, and she decided that he had understood that sentiment as well. Guilt immediately swept over her. Yes, she had been dreaming, but when she woke up, she had known it was him and she hadn’t wanted to stop.

She patted his chest in silent apology and for the first time, remembered the protective ridges covering his pectoral muscles. Half unconsciously, she explored the area, finding where the ridges stopped, replaced by the firm muscles of his abdomen. Her gaze automatically dropped down further to the cock she had so shamelessly ground herself against. She had been too embarrassed to really look at it the day before but it was a little late for modesty now.

Despite the deep green color, his cock was not dissimilar to a human penis—although it was definitely larger than any she had ever encountered. But the same ridges that covered his chest also covered his cock, and she realized that was what had caused those exquisite sensations. She started to run a curious finger down his length, then blushed and hastily drew her hand away.

What on earth was wrong with her? She had never been particularly adventurous in the bedroom – or particularly lucky in the boyfriend department for that matter. She had certainly never encountered anyone like Tarax. Obviously, she thought to herself, but she suspected that even if he had been a human male, he would have been exceptional.

She looked up to find him watching her, but to her relief he seemed thoughtful, rather than smug. He lifted a hand her cheek in a surprisingly tender gesture, and she had the oddest desire to burst into tears. Instead, she forced a smile to her face.

“I suppose we had better get moving, right?”

Again, he at least seemed to understand the sentiment. He gave