Trinity (3 page)

She glanced down at his chest. “I’m not looking at you in any particular way.”

“Yes, you are. You know I won’t hurt you, right?”

“You could try, but you’d fail,” she answered matter-of-factly.

“I wouldn’t even try.”

He tugged her and suddenly she was on her back. Tarrel settled on top of her. Neela tried to scramble, but he pinned her in place.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“I’m always on top,” she insisted. Although she was beginning to see the merits of change.

He pressed her firmly into the thin gel mattress. His hard body against her softer one, the exchange of breath when her belly hollowed and his filled as they naturally took turns gave her goose bumps. Her spine felt tight and eager, warming to what she knew would be a dull red color. She felt imbued with energy. Her limbs felt oddly weighted, yet she seemed to be awakening to other things. Like the texture of his hairy legs on her bare ones, his flat man nipples on her breasts and the ticklish trail of hair had originally drawn her gaze down the center of his abdomen to his well-endowed cock.

He seemed to be sensing the changes in her. “Not this time. This time I’m in control.”

She frowned. Something niggled at the back of her mind. She refused to call it fear, but every ounce of her consciousness warred with itself to stay where she was and allow the sensations he promised, while another part of her insisted that if she gave in, he’d have too much of her, and she’d lose herself.

“You look unsure,” he noted.

“I am,” she admitted.

“I know there’s a great reason why Elarans make ideal officials, military personnel and clergy, but this whole
I won’t feel what I don’t want to feel
makes for a sucky lover.”

She gasped and pushed at his chest. “Don’t fucking insult me, asshole.”

“I wouldn’t. It’s a fact that your people are very good at hiding what you feel. I think you’re so good at it, that you hide it from yourselves. This inhibitor has given you the opportunity to experience life from another perspective, and I aim to make sure that you have all the experiences you need.”

He leaned down. His face grew blurry, and she widened her eyes as though that would help her focus on his face. His words not only pissed her off, they made her breathless. His lids drooped slightly, and his mouth feathered across hers. The sensitive skin tingled. She’d always liked kissing. Kissing Tarrel seemed like a better idea than usual.

Fullness swelled against her belly. Having been so distracted by everything else new to her, she paid attention to that part of him and how it touched her. Something tickled her pussy. Since she could feel his filling shaft, she knew the softer touch lower against her sex had to be his balls.

She didn’t know why the understanding of that made her want to press upward, but she did anyway, reaching low to grab his ass.

“Besides,” he continued pulling back and winking at her. “I think that of all the Elarans I know—and I grew up on Elara—you are particularly adept at hiding how you feel from yourself. So good, that you automatically block yourself from feeling anything lasting that might challenge your idea of personal strength.”

“Personal strength is important to me. It should be to every woman,” she argued.

“I agree. The misconception,” he said, breaking off to tease her with another soft kiss, “is believing you can’t own everything you feel or want and become an even stronger woman in the process.”

“How human of you,” she snarked, trying to find her distance. It was nowhere.

He grinned widely. “Exactly.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.” Anxiety welled up in her chest at equal paces with her growing infatuation of his body lining hers.

“It isn’t a compliment
yet
. Gimme a couple of days and maybe we can fix that,” he murmured huskily.

He shifted his weight, bearing a knee down between her thighs so that she opened them. Tarrel pressed between her legs. She tried to swallow the low moan that escaped her, but he heard it. She expected teasing, an
I told you so
. What she got was a heated look so hungry that her heart sped.

“Now, if we’re done talking, I’m interested in getting to know you a little better.”

“You’ve known me for years,” she replied distractedly.

“Not the way I’ve wanted to.”

Tarrel reached back and took her wrists from his ass to over her head. She struggled minimally, and decided the new position felt good against her nipples. The way he was looking at her didn’t hurt either.

He hovered over her. Neela arched to reach him.

“Nuh uh. You lay back and enjoy. I’ve got this one,” he rasped softly.

She lowered her head to the mattress, trying not to miss anything. Tarrel’s lips captured hers, gently resting and pulling away only to return. He felt full, soft and she relaxed into it. She wanted as much of this as he was willing to give her.

Tarrel parted, the tip of his tongue flicking the center of her upper lip. Curious, she opened too. He kissed differently than she’d been kissed before. He seemed to
taste
her. He allowed himself to get caught up in the small moment and because he took his time, she found herself opening more and more.

His palms slid against hers. Neela spread her fingers, linking their hands together. Her pussy tightened, the tiny bud between her legs strained for attention with a pitiful throb. The more he plied her, the more she ached there. Neela wrapped her legs around his waist, and she felt him smile.

The change in her position opened her body to full contact with his cock hard-pressed to her clit. She rocked up. Tarrel shuddered and broke the kiss.

“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” he asked.

“I need—more.”

“Good. Then we’re on the same page.”

He let go of her hands to push up from the mattress. He bent to nuzzle her neck and murmured his approval wordlessly before pressing his mouth there too. She’d told him she needed more, but need didn’t begin to describe how she felt. It was insistence or a craving from beneath her skin to satisfy the crazy
itch
he’d begun.

Tarrel cupped her breasts, passing his thumbs over the tightly drawn nipples. A cry left her, and she arched instinctively. Closing her eyes, there was nothing but what he did to her and the pinpoint focus of stimulation.

Hot, wet sucking closed over one tip. Neela sobbed as the ache pulled in time with his lips until her clit stung. Unable to stop herself, she thrust against his cock.

Tarrel came off her breast, exactly the opposite of what she wanted. “Slow down, sweetheart. We have days to get this right.”

She grabbed his head, hoping the desperation in her eyes was adequately conveyed. “Now. You must fuck me now.”

“I’d love to. Except I have a goal in mind, and fucking comes later.”

“But I need,” she sobbed, searching for the right word and deciding
need
was the best she had.

“Let it build. Makes the arrival so much sweeter.”

“I don’t want to,” she insisted.

“I’m driving this train, beautiful.” He dipped, taking the other crinkled peak deep and hard.

Neela shook with pleasure. Still clasping his head, she now held it to her breast, the sting between her legs and the intense pleasure of him suckling her equal parts necessary and torturous.

He inched his hand downward between their bodies as he tried to move to the side. Reluctantly, she released her leg hold on him.

Tarrel stroked her pubis back and forth with the tips of his fingers as he continued pay blessed attention to her breasts. She felt the graze of his teeth on her nipple.

“Harder,” she said, hearing the pleading in her voice and not caring.

He nipped her harder, capturing the peak between his teeth and lashing it with his tongue. Neela squirmed in earnest. Her fingers dug into his scalp.

One of Tarrel’s thick fingers speared her cunt, sliding easily through the moisture. He groaned. Neela hooked one leg off the bed, opening her body wider to him, urging him to do whatever he wanted as long as he did it immediately.

He didn’t disappoint. He touched her, running up the channel between her inner and outer labia, so like most humanoid species, and down the ridge of her inner lips. He took her other breast between his lips treating it to the same nipping sucks as he began a slow counterclockwise circle around her clit. He switched directions. She mewled as a new set of sensations overtook her.

“Touch me. Please, touch me.”

He flicked a finger over her clit. Neela screamed as every one of her nerves stretched to the outer limits of her ability to manage. She needed to come. God, just let her come! Tarrel held her on the edge, rubbing and smoothing, then flicking her bud once until she was just there. Just at the precipice, only to retreat.

She burned. She ached. Every muscle in her body was tensed for release but he hadn’t given it to her yet. She might have to throw him off and finish herself. Except that would mean a break in the unbearable pleasure he gave her and the possibility that she’d miss the culmination of all he’d fostered. Neela strained for it, willing her body to succumb without his permission but it seemed too far under his mastery to listen to her any longer.

Her spine blazed like hot coals, heating her sexual nerve endings as if they were in a closed kettle waiting to blow its lid. Just a little more fire and she’d—

Tarrel thumbed her clit around and around. She lost all track of thought, riveted to the joy of that one digit finally, finally dedicated to bringing her off.

So close, God she was so close. Blindly racing for her climax, she lifted her hips. Tarrel switched directions just as she found his pattern. She wailed, tossing her head side to side. Suddenly, he jammed his fingers deep inside her cunt knuckling over a swollen lump at the top of her channel. Her body shook as a scream ripped from her, matching the intensity of her orgasm.

It went on and on, shaking her to the core and just when she thought she was done, he’d press in again and another shot through her until she was hoarse. Tarrel lifted her hips. She looked down at him, still gasping and watched the erotic slide of his veined cock disappear into her clutching cunt.

He pushed in, through the quaking of her body, and fucked her hard, grunting with the effort of his thrusting hips. The slick member pulling from her and shoving in again made her tummy flip. Tarrel flattened a hand on her pelvis. Neela nearly blacked out with pleasure as her body seemed unable to stop undulating with responsive orgasms.

Finally, he shouted, his cum spurting hard and high inside her. He pumped a few more times until he’d completely emptied, and she’d come down off yet another high.

His expression turned to one of concern. “What’s wrong?”

She didn’t even know. She needed him close, that’s all. He lowered himself to her. Neela hugged him tightly to her chest as tears spilled into her hairline.

“Shh, honey. It’s okay.” He kissed her eyes, her lips, her cheeks. “Whatever it is, I’ll fix it.”

She shook her head.

“Are you hurt? Did I hurt you?” His gaze flew over her face.

“No,” she managed to choke out. “I’m not hurt. I’m just—”

“Crying?” he finished for her.

She nodded.

“So they aren’t bad tears?”

She shook her head no.

“Then they’re good ones,” he extrapolated.

She nodded, unable to put words to her thoughts as the tears continued to fall.

He smiled softly. “I did good then.”

She laughed, partly from embarrassment she wasn’t used to feeling, and partly out of relief that he’d broken the tension with his nod to sex.

“I’m glad,” he said more seriously. “There’s one thing I know without a doubt. You’re the kind of woman who needs to be thoroughly loved on a regular basis.”

The words made her uncomfortable. “This isn’t love. It’s not.”

“What just happened is called making love. That, lieutenant, wasn’t just sex.”

She felt her brow pull together. “Of course it was.”

He sighed. “Maybe for you, it was just sex. For me, I was giving you everything I had.” He flashed another bright Tarrel-smile as he climbed off her and sat at the edge of the mattress. “Then again, there’s a lot more I’d like to show you.”

He stood and walked to the bathing room. She liked the way his ass flexed with each step, and seeing the familiar easy stride without the obstruction of clothing.

“Care to join me?” he called.

Her breath caught. She
did
want to join him. Very badly. Her pussy throbbed pleasantly and her thighs still felt trembly, but she wanted to have sex with him again as soon as possible.

Her smile faded abruptly. This was the inhibitor making her think these things. When she was herself again, she’d be able to resist the temptation. If she wanted to. The thought that he’d made love to her, while she’d expected sex, made her nervous.

Did he love her? Was he expecting her to love him back? A pit opened in her chest. She couldn’t let that happen. She didn’t want to love like a human. History was littered with the volatility of the human race and what emotions did to them. War, divorce, battery, drunkenness, suicide. Those were the legacy left by humans. She wanted no part of it.