Star Catcher (4 page)

She pumped the silky shaft a couple of times with her hand before she put it in her mouth. As the stiff cock slid in and out of her palm, Stella pictured it gliding slowly into her wet pussy. She teased his eager head with her tongue and then trailed it down the length of him. After working her mouth back to the tip, she glanced up to see him staring at her. Noth’s luscious lips were curved in an
O
of surprise while his smoldering eyes begged her to do it again.

She smiled up at him before she sucked his entire length to the back of her throat. Her jaw ached from the size of him, but his groans spurred her on. Stella cupped his balls with one hand, loving their fullness. They were pulled up high, heavy, and ready to shoot off an explosive load. Her fingers were on the trigger of a powerful firearm, and only she could determine when to discharge this gun. It was empowering to have complete control over such a strong man’s orgasm.

Stella hummed in satisfaction as his dick stretched her lips with its fabulous girth. The rumbling vibration shook through her cheeks and had Noth clutching the sheets with both fists. She slipped her fingers past his satin-smooth balls to work her magic on the skin underneath. Do a little sphincter walk, as Rayna called it. She coaxed his sack up tighter, firmer as she traced her fingers up and down his taint. It was all he could handle, apparently. His prick spasmed as a mouthful of hot jizz shot into her throat.

Oh well. Pulled a little too hard on that trigger.
Maybe next time she could go first. Or try not to be so damn good at the fellatio.

She swallowed her prize and smiled up at him. They still had the second half of the movie to watch, at least. Maybe after a short break he’d be up for another swing at bat. The next inning she could be the victor.

Noth seemed to have his own plans. He grabbed her body in a bone-crunching hug, pulling her on top of him, and kissed her mouth like she was some sort of miracle worker. Almost as if it were the first blowjob he’d ever experienced.
Please! Women would line up to smoke this cock!
Stella would be beyond lucky to get a second crack at it.

Noth flipped her onto her back and continued to kiss her voraciously. Now this she could totally get used to. His hands lifted her shirt over her head, and he gazed down at her lacy black bra. With a tentative hand he touched one of her C cups.

“Breasts,” he said in a voice full of admiration. He placed a hand on each one and then looked at her face as if he were unsure what to do next.

“Well, they might get up and dance if you let them out,” she joked.

“What? My studies did not give me that information.” His brow creased, and his mouth was set in a serious line. His formal, foreign manner of speaking was so endearing.

Stella gave a bark of laughter.

“You’re something else, Noth. Someday, I’m going to figure out what planet you’re from and get a bunch of my girlfriends to come and visit. It could be the best, most hilarious vacation ever.”

He stared at her, a look of shock on his face. Stella sat up and unclasped her bra from behind, pulling the straps off her arms.

“Don’t worry. I’ll only visit if you want me to.” She placed her hands on his sculpted cheeks and smiled impishly before drawing him back to her for a reassuring kiss. She was hoping the action said, “I’m not possessive, or commitment-minded, or bunny-boiling. I’m just a girl who wants nothing more than a good time.”

So what if she wanted the good time to last and last, and eventually result in a ring on her finger? He didn’t need to know that at the moment. Right now, she could tell by his nervous reaction to her little joke that he only needed a good-time girl. Stella was more than willing to play the role.

“And what do you call this part?” He tweaked a hard nipple as he spoke.

“In English they’re nipples. And these ones happen to be very sensitive.”

“Hmm.” He sounded contemplative as he gave each a firmer pinch, and Stella jumped.

“Is that uncomfortable?” Noth looked repentant.

“No. Just unexpected. I like having them played with.”

Stella couldn’t believe how forward she was being. Normally, she would feel self-conscious with all the dirty talk. But this guy was genuinely interested in naming things, not just requesting she talk like a slut to get him off. She was giving private English lessons and loving every second of it. Stella wanted to help him learn the American way, and it was a lovely bonus that this name game was getting her hot as hell.

He moved down her body, exploring every inch and making her feel like the embodiment of sexy. When his mouth drew in her clit, she barely contained a scream.
Good God!
She didn’t want to scare him off, but the mother of all orgasms waited impatiently to rumble out of her.

His fingers penetrated her in a slow seduction while his tongue flicked and swirled against her until she shivered beneath him. His pace increased, led by her pulsing hips. She felt a tense coil wind impossibly tighter in her belly as his fingers fucked in and out of her. Stella wanted to hold on to the sensation, to make it last forever, but his tongue wouldn’t let her. The pressure demanded release. She needed to come hard all over his slippery fingers. Stella pitched forward, letting out a series of soft cries with each wave of orgasm that shook through her. It was more conservative than the scream she felt ready to erupt.

She slowly fell back down to Earth, but Noth’s tongue was still going, and she grabbed his shoulders to pull him up on her. Further stimulation like that right after a huge orgasm might drive her clinically insane. What she needed now was his bulging cock deep inside of her.

Noth kissed her, and she could taste her musky flavor on his lips. It was maddeningly sweet, so erotic.

“Just … let me get … a condom.” Stella reached into her bedside drawer as she spoke between kisses. She was nearly worked-up enough to forget about protection entirely, but she would hate herself tomorrow if she skipped safe sex with a relative stranger. She tore the package open and rolled it down his raging hard-on in record time. It came up a little short, and she giggled at the thought of buying extra-large condoms for next time.
Won’t the girl working the register at the pharmacy be jealous!

Noth looked down at her quizzically as her hands smoothed the rubber over his immense piece, but he didn’t say a word. She wrapped her legs around his nude torso.

Stella guided him to her slick hole with trembling fingers.

And now, Stella, the moment you’ve been waiting for since you first laid eyes on this stud.

She was stretched to capacity as his tremendous head pushed inside. Good thing she was already completely lubed up. He continued to impale her farther as he slid in, inch by glorious inch.

Oh … my … God.

“Scorching galactic winds!” He murmured the senseless words into her ear as his crazy-huge cock began to pump in and out of her. Stella giggled again between panting breaths. He was a funny guy, capable of cracking a joke even though his face was creased with concentration and he was balls-deep inside her. His eyes squeezed closed as he bit his lip and pulled back to pound her hard and fast. He looked like he wanted to come so bad. It was all right with her.

The anticipation had been delicious. And the real thing was even bigger and better than she had fantasized. A second orgasm sizzled barely out of reach. She’d love him deep inside her while she came all over his huge cock. Maybe she could time it just right and synchronize her orgasm with his.

Her right hand crept down her belly so her fingers could titillate her extra-sensitive nub while he fucked her. His long cock pumped in and out, impossibly stiff. She slid her fingers lower to feel his slick friction working against her. Her fingers straddled his dick, and Stella marveled at his size once again. Noth’s breathing was ragged, but she doubted it was from exertion. He looked like he was going to shoot his load any moment now.

She lifted her leg higher and reached around to finger his testicles. Stroking the sensitive skin underneath, she felt his balls tightened under her touch.

“Yeah, baby, come for me,” she whispered.

He jerked and gasped, and the telling rhythmic pulse of his cock thrummed inside her. Her walls flexed around him, grabbing at his unyielding girth as his sexy sounds threw her over the cliff, and they came long and hard in unison.

It was the fuck of the century for Stella.

This time she didn’t manage to keep quiet when the orgasm rocked her world.

*

Noth had gazed curiously about her room as Stella closed the door and twisted the lock to the side. He thought she wanted more food, but did not see an eating area here, only sleeping quarters with a data-entry station. What did this strange Earth female plan to do now?

“I can think of something I wouldn’t mind snacking on,” Stella said, turning to him. Her mouth curved up and her eyes sparkled. They were such an attractive shade. There were no light eyes on Artanos. They reminded him of the color of growing things when the dry season ended and water fell from the sky once more. It was his favorite time of the year, when the land was so colorful and alive. Like Stella. She made everything more vibrant somehow.

The blood-pumping organ in his chest thumped violently, hard and fast against its confines, as she stood up on her toes to kiss him again.

Oh, good. More kissing. This is my favorite thing about Earth so far. And then eyes scream.

She must have changed her mind about the snacks. Noth had a large amount of the anatomy book to read yet, but this was so much better. He would definitely rather do kissing than learn about the human female reproductive system. Work could wait for one night.

The act was thrilling. It felt both unfamiliar and natural at the same time. He kissed her across her cheek and down her neck, working on sheer instinct as he nibbled her earlobe and teased the inside with his tongue. Stella’s breath was hot and fast against his skin. She seemed to enjoy his touch.
How can this be?
When Artanians attempted procreation, the act was nothing but business. But this was enjoyable.

Strange, she wiggled her body against his as if she wanted to be fertilized. Even odder, the notion appealed to him.

He did not even know if this human female was ovulating, as they called it in his anatomy book. He reached out and rubbed her mating area through her jeans. He could detect a hint of moisture there. Maybe she was at her fertile time? She was wet enough—not that he could ever mate with someone from this species.

The Earthling certainly seemed to want to try.

Mother of Scrion!
Her hands were on his
brackligg
, stroking it up and down! Usually only the males did that for themselves before the fertilization act. Never the females. This felt like pleasure. It was nothing like work, or service, or duty—the words he associated with seed-sharing.

“I want to wrap my lips around your cock,” she whispered in his ear. He had no idea what this “cock” was, but he was willing to let her try. His
brackligg
jumped in her hands at the suggestion. It seemed to like the idea as well.

Before he knew what she planned, Stella was pushing him onto her sleeping pallet and removing his clothes. He could only stare, stupefied, as she lowered her mouth to his
brackligg
.

Their eyes met with her lips wrapped around his swelling body part, and she pulled off him long enough to ask a question.

“What? Do you like that?” Her voice was throaty, enchanting, and she took his
brackligg
back into her mouth before he could respond.

“Ahhh,” he answered, as understanding and pleasure crashed into him at once. “That is a cock.”

She removed her mouth again, but her fist continued to pump around his shaft as she spoke. “Oh, this is a cock all right.”

She giggled and went back to sucking his stiff
brackligg
, with her hand working in perfect accord with her mouth.

“I like that better than the other words for it,” he ground out, his eyes bulging as they followed her oral art. “I like when you say it.”

Noth suddenly had to close his eyes tight. Shivers of sensation were flying through him, nearly too much to endure. The room spun as if the planet had suddenly been flung from its orbit. He was in a hyperspeed satellite with no thrust reversal, and yet he did not want to put on the brakes. Pressure built inside him. He could not control it, could not stop it if he wanted to. An explosion slammed his body, and he shuddered beneath the Earthling’s extraordinary touch.

He wrapped her in his arms, his mind and body still reeling. Noth barely had time to process what had occurred before her sweet tongue was working all over his again. He felt numb and spent, but she kissed him again and again; his lips, his neck, even his nipples, until his
brackligg
—no, cock—began to grow hard once more.
Unbelievable!
On his home planet, the seed sharing occurred only during the fertile period. At least, it did back when there was still a slight hope of females bearing offspring. He had not released his seed in many
grelf
except for one instance with Krael. During a training retreat, she had deceived him and made him believe their blood chemistries were highly compatible. Noth had thought there was a slim chance conception would occur.

It had been fruitless. He found her medical records on file and discovered they were not a close enough match. Krael did not conceive, and Noth never attempted to fertilize her again. The Artanian had been angry when he told her there was no point in further attempts, and her duplicity had diminished his respect for the military commander.

But this Stella was unreal. Taking his seed in her mouth, for what purpose? He could never mate with a female in that manner. Could it be these humans somehow procreated in such a way? His anatomy and physiology text said nothing of the sort.

Noth decided to get a close-up look at the female human body in the spirit of scientific research. His
brackligg
enthusiastically agreed with the plan.