Ar'Tok - Alana Khan Page 0,19
of the empty cabins?” I ask. Computer equipment is scattered not only throughout her room, but all over her bed. There’s no way she could find a place to sleep in here.
“Oh!” For the first time in hoaras, she looks shy. “I’d hoped . . .”
After standing up and picking my way through the maze of equipment littering the floor, I lean over her as she sits on a chair at one of the makeshift computer stations.
Draping my arms over her shoulders, I press my lips to her ear. She can’t see me in this position—it emboldens me.
“When little Star gets too sleepy to work, I wonder if she’d want to join me in my bed.” She sucks in a little gasp of breath and stiffens.
She grabs my wrists before I can pull away. Tilting her head to one side, she gives me better access to the gentle curve of her neck.
“To sleep?” she asks, her voice husky, just like it was during our sexy comm the other night.
“Sleep would be one choice,” I rumble into her ear. Her innocent question did not do innocent things to my body. On the contrary, all I can think of are all the other things we can do in my bed.
“What other choices might we have?” She slides her hands from my wrists to my forearms, pressing them against her breasts. My cock kicks in my pants.
“My cirr could stroke you to sleep.”
She tips her head even farther to the side—an invitation.
I’ve wanted to kiss this female for lunars, since the second night we spoke through comms. Who am I kidding? Since the first night we spoke. I keep reminding myself she wants nothing to do with a male who looks like me, but her actions tell me otherwise.
Her ear is almost touching her shoulder as she opens herself to my advances. Those facile fingers aren’t gliding over the keyboard. She’s waiting for my next move.
I brush my lips along her neck all the way to her ear. This affects her, because her grip tightens on my forearms. I’ve gone too long without tasting her. I lick her from earlobe to the gentle slope where neck meets shoulder. The fact that this makes her shiver brings a satisfied smile to my face.
“You taste just like I imagined,” I breathe into her ear. “Delicious.”
Pictures dance through my mind: gripping her cheeks in my hands as I own her mouth, drowning in the sweet taste of her, my palms mapping every ince of her body, sheathing myself in her wet heat.
At that thought, I bring myself back to the present and step away, noticing her cheeks are ruddy and her chest is heaving with each breath.
“Check your wrist-comm,” she says. “I’ll join you in bed in two hours after I get some programs running. Maybe by then you’ll have had enough time to compile a roster of other choices.”
Star
I can’t believe I just did that. I ordered Ar’Tok around and invited myself into his bed. This isn’t the Star I know. First, I agree to go to Paragon. Even my huge, blue father never would have taken this risk. Now, even though I'm working on the biggest job of my life, I’m barely interested in it. I can’t wait to lay in the foundation of my programming, then take a break and climb into bed with Ar’Tok.
I need to quit wondering if he’s interested in me. He’s the one who initiated that kiss, or whatever you’d call it. And I felt his cock harden against my back. I shiver as I remember how hot that felt—to know I had that effect on him.
I don’t know if I’m ready to share all the things a male and female can do together. But I’m ready for more than the gentle caress of his cirr.
Two hours later, as I’m ready to hop into the shower, I inspect my reflection in the mirror. I never really gave much thought to my appearance before. My mom and dad loved me; the look in their eyes told me that.
Growing up isolated, knowing humans weren’t supposed to be anywhere in space, made me very clear on one thing—it would never be safe to leave the Misfit. Therefore, I knew there would be no male in my future.
One night, shortly before mom died, I heard my parents dispassionately discussing if they should buy me a male slave ‘to meet her needs’. I wasn’t certain why they were considering such a thing. I didn’t