Taken by the Alien Next Door (Aliens Among Us #1) - Tiffany Roberts Page 0,86

and set her gently on her feet.

Zevris took a step back, meaning to collect her discarded leggings, but Tabitha’s hands curled into fists, clutching his shirt. He halted and arched a brow at her.

She dropped her hands to his belt and worked the buckle loose as she leaned close to him, her head tilting back and lips curling into a seductive smile. “I’m feeling a little...parched myself.”

He clenched his jaw and drew in a sharp breath as a jolt of pleasure-tinged pressure coursed through his groin. Her hands moving down there might have been the cause of the sensation, but her words had heightened it beyond his ability to fathom.

She unbuttoned his jeans and drew the zipper down.

“You don’t have to, Nykasha,” he said, taking loose hold of her upper arms.

Some of the pressure on his shaft eased, but the relief was infinitesimal, and now it was laced with uncertainty.

He’d never had this done to him. Though he’d seen such acts performed before coming to Earth—and had seen them countless times in those sexual instruction videos—he’d never participated, and he’d never even dreamed of it before Tabitha. There were too few female falorans for him to have ever expected a mate of his own, and his profession had offered him plenty of distraction from any such urges.

“I know,” Tabitha said, pushing his jeans down his hips. Her eyes locked with his. “But I want to.”

She lowered herself to her knees and dragged down his boxers. His cock sprang free, and Zevris hissed, his body stiffening, when her hand closed around his base. She was still for a moment, but his shaft twitched in her hold. That pressure was so immense that he was certain he’d spill his seed right then.

Tabitha pumped her hand, stroking him slowly. Zevris groaned, belly quivering with the unexpected, overwhelming pleasure of her touch. Seed beaded at the tip of his shaft.

Tabitha’s tongue slipped out to wet her lips. Bracing her other hand against his thigh, she looked up at him as she brought her mouth down on his cock, closing her lips around the crown.

“Fuck!” Zevris growled as his hand reflexively darted to her head. He buried his fingers in her hair and breathed, harsh and fast, through his fangs. He bucked his hips, forcing his cock deeper into her mouth. Tabitha gasped, and his chest fluttered with alarm, but she didn’t pull away. Instead, she tightened her grip at the base of his erection and sucked.

“Tabitha,” he rasped. Nothing had ever felt so good. Her mouth was hot and wet, creating the most exquisite suction, and every tiny movement seemed likely to be the one that would make him burst.

She drew back, trailing her tongue along the underside of his shaft. He shuddered with pleasure each time it ran over one of his nodules. Finally, her tongue reached his tip, swirling along the slit to gather his seed. Her moan reverberated through him, making his balls draw up tight and a thrill shoot through his spine.

“Ah! Fuck…” Zevris threw out his other hand to brace himself on the workbench, needing it to hold himself upright. His grip on Tabitha’s hair tightened, and it took all his willpower to keep from thrusting his hips, to stop himself from fucking her face as badly as he wanted to fuck her.

She sucked him deep, her eyes never leaving his as she worked his length. Though she could not take all of him into her mouth, she used her fist to make up for it, pumping it in time with her lips.

The pressure within Zevris built to a torturous level, and the pleasure grew along with it. The sensations were so strong, so intense, that he couldn’t tell whether he’d spill his seed or if his mind would shatter into countless pieces as fine as stardust first. Either way, he would be undone.

And he didn’t want her to stop.

His own touch had never brought him even a sliver of this pleasure. What Tabitha was making him feel was well beyond anything he could’ve dreamed, was beyond his comprehension, was beyond not only this world but the whole universe.

He couldn’t even begin to imagine what it would feel like to truly be inside her.

His lips peeled back, exposing his fangs as he took in ragged breaths. In his lust-hazed delirium, only Tabitha remained—her bold, confident movements, as unrelenting as his own had been moments ago; her soft lips and hot, tight mouth and the occasional scrape of her flat