Raashh Decisions (Xxan War Book 3) (11 page)

Sandy considered her answer carefully. Xxanian men didn’t get a chance to mate often. There weren’t enough of their own females yet, and human women didn’t choose to be bound physically to a man nearly often enough to provide mates for all the men who needed them. If she said that’s what she wanted, she’d be leading him on. “Maybe. If it’s the right man.”

“I am not a Dominant.” That sounded like a warning.

Her breathing eased.

His head cocked to one side. “You’re relieved that I’m not.”

“The idea of a Dominant is rather frightening.”

His lips curved in the shadow of a smile. “Is it? Why would a Dominant scare you?”

She shrugged. “Too many BDSM books I’ve read?”

He laughed heartily. “Some Dominants do tend to insist on a bit of bondage and domination. I assure you, that is not to my tastes.” Arren leaned across the gear shift, his breath hot against her mouth. “I am a Subdominant. I like long, slow seductions and hot, sweating sex with a very willing partner.”

Her breathing hitched at his pronouncement.

“Are you, Sandy? Are you a
very
willing partner?”

“Yes.”

He slipped his tongue through her parted lips and invited her into potent passion. His tongue was rough and—she realized after a moment of exploring it with her own—slightly forked. She moaned at the thought of what that might feel like against her clit.

Arren slid back into his own seat and offered her a stunning smile. “Please tell me you don’t have to be anywhere else later today.”

“Nowhere.”

He focused on the road and put the car in gear. “Good.” Arren pulled into the flow of traffic and maneuvered through it expertly, intent on the task of getting them to his apartment.

Sandy shifted on the seat, aroused already. Just watching his single-minded attention to getting her to his home set off visions of his single-minded attention to other details to come.

He groaned. “You are so wet. Aren’t you?”

“Yes.”

“What do you want first? Tell me.” He shifted into a higher gear.

Sandy looked at his mouth, memories of his tongue setting off shivers of delight. “Your mouth. Your tongue.”

Without a word, Arren pressed a button on the dashboard, and the windows went dark. He yanked off his sunglasses and tossed them onto the dash.

“Arren?” she questioned.

“No one outside can see us.”

She nodded, at a loss for what he had in mind. He was still driving, after all.

“Take off your panties. I plan to lick you in the car, if you’re willing. If not…in my personal elevator.”

It was bold, shocking…and made her wetter still. Sandy pulled her skirt up to her waist. She kicked off her heels and worked her pantyhose and underwear down together.

Arren didn’t watch her do it, but his tongue peeked from between his lips, and his nostrils flared.

Tongue-scenting.
She’d heard that’s what they called it.

“Which will it be, Sandy? In the car or in the elevator?”

She pulled the pantyhose off one foot and then the other. “The car.” It was wild, reckless, and appealing on a level nothing she’d done sexually in her life could compare to.

He hissed out a breath and slid a glance at her. “Recline your seat and turn to face me.”

Sandy fumbled around for the switch to recline the seat. When it was halfway back, she turned and raised her left leg, planting her foot on the back of the gear shift.

The position put her on display for him. As if Arren agreed, he placed his right hand on her raised knee and guided her leg back to the seat, exposing her further.

His eyes flicked toward her and away several times. His voice emerged, rougher than she’d heard it so far. “We’re almost there, Sandy.”

Her legs trembled, but it was a pleasant sensation, a need that she hadn’t experienced before sex with other partners. The wait was delicious. It was intolerable. She moaned.

“You want to touch yourself. Don’t you?”

“I want you to touch me.”

His hand slid down the length of her inner thigh to her seam. One thick finger trailed along her slit. “Where do you want me to touch you? How do you want me to?”

“Inside. I want to feel you finger fucking me.” She’d never been so bold with her demands, but something told her Arren would give her precisely what she asked for.

He did. His skin was soft, and his thrusts were masterful.

Sandy gasped in delight, shifting on the seat restlessly. She fisted her hands, needing to do something with them.

I want him inside me as quickly as possible.
That a given, she started unbuttoning her blouse, hesitated a moment, then unhooked the front clasp on her bra. Sandy spread them, baring her breasts.

Arren groaned. “You won’t regret offering them.” He twisted his finger inside her and stroked little circles, matching the motion over her clit with his thumb.

Sandy arched up with a shout, climax beating at her.

His hand retreated abruptly. “Not until we’re in my private garage.”

Just as she was about to protest, he pulled off the street and stopped at a security gate that looked like it would stop an urban pacification tank cold. She didn’t question that it was the entrance to his garage.

After a moment, the gate rose smoothly, and Arren maneuvered the car down the ramp. She looked back, watching the gate close behind them.

“Identi-chip?” she asked.

“Coupled with bio scans and weapons scans.”

He stopped at a blast door, then proceeded through when it came up as well. That allowed him to go down another level, and the blast door started down when they’d barely cleared it.

Wow!
She’d heard the Xxan lived with security, but this went beyond any concept of personal security she’d heard of.

The more mundane concerns faded away at the sight of Arren placing the fingers he’d been using for foreplay into his mouth. He sucked them clean with a moan that started a pulse of anticipation beating in her sheath.

He pulled into a parking space next to the elevator, and put the car in park, switching off the engine in the same sweep of his hand. Sandy looked around, startled to see there was only one other vehicle on this level. The level above had been half full.

“My private garage,” he answered her unasked question.

Before she could focus on him, Arren was in motion. The lick up the line of her labia brought her off the seat with a scream of pleasure.

His tongue slid deeply inside her, rasping against the walls of her sheath in delicious little strokes. Sandy buried her hands in the wealth of his silky curls, gasping for breath as he licked her toward a frenzy.

His tongue was longer than she’d anticipated, nearly as long as a slightly below-average cock, she was sure, but prehensile…and covered in slightly-roughened nubs that reminded her of a kitten’s tongue. The combination shot her toward climax when she wanted the moment to last.

Arren didn’t pull away when she climaxed. He continued, taking what might have been a simple climax and stretching it out into a mind-altering experience.

And this is just his tongue.

Her senses swam, and she forced a deep breath. It left her body on a scream.

At last, he raised his head. Arren stared at her, his expression starkly serious. “Have I convinced you I’m a worthy lover? Will you accompany me to my apartment?”

“Yes. Yes, I will. I want you inside me….as soon as possible.”

A smile lifted one side of his lips. “Do you mean that?”

“Every word.”

Chapter Nine

Arren’s primary took notice of her plea. Not only did she want him, Sandy wanted his cock inside her as soon as physically possible. He intended to deliver on it.

“Not in the car,” he promised.

She looked around. “Too cramped,” she agreed.

Arren nodded. “Then you won’t mind me getting you out of it before we go further.”

Sandy turned on the seat, then slid her feet into her modest heels. Her manic movements made him smile. Arren got out of the car and shut his door. He rounded the vehicle to her side and opened hers. The sight of her—her lush breasts bracketed by her open shirt and bra—had his cock complaining.

She put one shapely leg out of the car and took his hand. Sandy hesitated a moment, halfway to her feet, and stared at the ridge of his cock through his trousers. Her hand cupped him, and she straightened. But her gaze stayed locked on the view of him.

“As soon as possible?” he repeated.

“Oh, yes.”

His length jerked at the tone of invitation. “Not in a filthy garage,” he vowed. “But we may not make it off the elevator.”

Sandy gasped. “Oh, yes,” she repeated.

Arren reached past her, pulling a small box of condoms out of the glove box. Sandy didn’t hesitate. At the sight of them, she started working his trousers open. Arren pulled a condom sized for his primary out and held it up to her. She snatched it, then eased his cock out of his trousers. Sandy ripped it open, pulled the condom out, and started rolling it down his length.

Oh,
Seir-God
, this is going to be hard and fast, and it’s not going to end at once.
That in mind, he tucked the box of condoms into his pocket.

When she reached the base, she looked up at him. Arren guided her to the elevator and called for it.

Her fingers trailed up his length, and Arren pulled her into a kiss. She parted her lips, inviting him in, and he took full advantage of the offer. By the time the elevator arrived, they were fully engaged in each other, so much so that the doors started to close without them.

Arren threw his hand out and slapped it open again. Then he backed Sandy onto it.

He parted from her long enough to hit the button for the penthouse. Then he lifted her and pressed Sandy to one of the mirrored walls.

Inspiration struck. “Pull your skirt up. All the way to your waist, Sandy.”

She complied, her breathing ragged.

“Now look at the mirrors. Watch my cock.”

He didn’t question when she’d found the right angle. Her breathing hitched, and she raised her legs a bit, hooking them over his waist.

Arren eased inside, millimeter by millimeter, savoring her grip against his cock. Whoever she’d been with before him had obviously been a smaller man than he was.

Her eyes closed on a groan.

“Watch,” he reminded her.

Her gray-blue eyes slid open, and she focused on the mirror again, her breathing harsh and her body trembling lightly.

The elevator stopped, and the doors slid open. Arren withdrew slightly, smiling at her moan of protest. He eased her down again, savoring every clenching muscle.

The doors slid shut, and Sandy gasped. Her eyes went wide.

“What is it?” he invited, withdrawing again, a long, slow glide that ensured he wouldn’t miss a single sensation.

“The…” She gasped again, as he reversed direction. “…elevator.”

“My private elevator,” he reminded her. “No one else can open it or call for it.” Well, no one but Raashh’s security team or members of Raashh’s nest, but there was no reason for them to come here.

Sandy nodded.

Arren slid back and forward, his heart pounding at the little mews of need and whimpers of protest escaping Sandy’s lips. Her sounds enflamed him.

She was rapt on the mirror image, her lips slightly parted. Visions of her sucking him down nearly forced him to climax.

Not without her.
But he needed to bring Sandy to climax again soon, or he wouldn’t be able to live to that.

“I have more mirrors in the penthouse, Sandy.” He didn’t speed his thrusts, but he pushed deeper.

Her breathing went ragged. “Over the bed?”

Deeper. She likes that.
He chuckled. “Nothing like that. There’s a big mirror in the bathing room. Would you like to watch us in it?”

The clenching of her sheath said she did. “Later.”

So close.
“There are mirrored closet doors in the bedroom. I would very much like to sit on the edge of the bed with you astride me, both of us facing that mirror.”

She shot into climax with a scream, and her eyes closed.

Arren pushed deeper. “Watch.”
Seir-God
, but he wanted her to watch. The game was a delight.

She complied, and little sounds left her lips at every forward motion of his hips. Arren couldn’t hold off any longer. He climaxed, his heart aching in the certainty that she’d had what she wanted and would choose to leave him.

They parted slowly. Arren eased her to her feet, then straightened his trousers a bit over his half-mast length. Sandy’s rapt attention on the move made his heart stutter.

“What do you want, Sandy?”

She took a deep breath. “I think you should show me where the bedroom mirror is.”

His primary jerked at the invitation. Arren hit the
door open
button and waved her into his apartment. “Anything the lady wishes.”

It wasn’t a line. If it meant the possibility of convincing Sandy to be his, he would offer fantasies and make those she’d harbored for years come true.

****

“You don’t really have to walk me to my door.” Sandy’s blush was deep, but he didn’t sense that she had something to hide.

Arren smiled. “A gentleman would,” he countered.

She smiled at that, the same shy little smile she’d been shooting him all afternoon. “Okay, but I warn you, my apartment isn’t nearly as impressive as yours is.”

He stroked the backs of his fingertips along her cheek. “You don’t think that matters to me, do you?”

“Considering the day so far…”

He raised an eyebrow and waited for an answer.

“No. Of course not.” She wasn’t lying.

Arren was relieved. He let himself out of the car and circled to her door, opening it before she had a chance to. Sandy offered a smile and led him inside, then up the stairs to the second floor.

There were two apartments on this level, and the building wasn’t a large one. Arren did calculations. It was most likely a single-bedroom unit of thirty or forty square meters, adequate for one person.
Or a very cozy couple.