Love Among the Stars

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

The second day was even more intense than the first. At least in the beginning, I’d gotten whole hours where Sol would sleep in between bouts of s*x. But on the second day, he couldn’t rest at all. He “needed” all the time. He couldn’t stop touching me and only minutes after he orgasmed, he was ready to go again. My Terran body just couldn’t keep up.

“You need to eat,” I whispered, taking his hand off my overly sensitive c**k and kissing his fingers.

“No food,” he growled, reaching for me again.

Thankfully, I was prepared for just such a circumstance. I pulled away with a stern look and he went complacent, staring at me with wide, lust-filled eyes.

“Get on your back,” I commanded.

He rolled over instantly, splaying himself so that I could see that needy hole and impossibly hard d**k.

“Hands up. Grab the headboard.”

He obeyed that order also, but this time I caught a hint of wariness in his gaze. It made sense. So far, we’d f****d only with me behind him, with him on all fours. But I just couldn’t get it up again, so I needed to do things a little differently this time.

I reached for the basket on the floor beside the bed. The items I’d requested were there, ready and waiting, though I hadn’t needed them till now. It took only a second for me to locate the thick dildo, and I gave a triumphant smile.

Sol eyed it suspiciously. Then shook his head. “Not that. You.”

“Trust me,” I murmured. I would take care of him. I just couldn’t do it with my own c**k at the moment.

He frowned. “I do.”

“I know, sweetheart.” The endearments seemed to confuse him, but over the course of the past thirty-six hours, I found myself using them more and more. He allowed it, but he didn’t understand it. That was okay. I had a feeling they were more for me than for him anyway. Being this close with someone, so intimate without a reprieve, brought out my more tender feelings. I didn’t know how I was going to be able to let him go when this was over.

I couldn’t think like that. Shoving away the notion, I smiled, gently worked the dildo inside him, and when he frowned harder, unused to the differently-feeling shaft, I swooped down and swallowed his hard, red c**k.

Sol howled.

I f****d him hard and fast with the dildo, just like I knew he liked, but I didn’t let up on my sucking either. My goal was to overwhelm him with sensation and hopefully tire him out so we could get at least an hours’ worth of sleep. Gods knew I needed it. If this didn’t let up soon, I’d have to have Majel contact the infirmary and order some stimulants. And perhaps something to boost my stamina.

“Brody!” Sol’s abs crunched, and he let go of the headboard to grip my hair. That was fine. I liked it a little rough on occasion. He splayed his legs even further apart. “Please! You!”

This wasn’t working as I’d hoped, so I pulled out the dildo and tossed it aside, immediately replacing it with my fingers. His channel was like a furnace around me, gripping all four of my fingers. It wasn’t my c**k, but I hoped the warmth of flesh and blood would help him.

It did. I could tell instantly that my fingers were better than the impersonal silicone. I kept up a frantic f*****g, rubbing his walls with my fingertips as I sucked even harder on his c**k. It didn’t take long—most of his orgasms came quickly now—before he hunched over my head and released. A trickle of c*m hit my tongue and I swallowed fast so I wouldn’t choke on it. When his body relaxed, I let his c**k fall from my mouth. It hit his abs with a wet splat.

I knew better than to pull out my fingers. He needed me inside him all the time, and since my c**k had barely even twitched, I knew there was no chance I’d be able to get inside his hole. Instead, I carefully maneuvered until I could slide up with his body, leaving my hand exactly where it was. Sol sighed in contentment, but I didn’t know how long it would last this time.

The silence stretched between us for a long moment, and when his breathing finally went back to normal, I heard a small sniff.

My gaze shot to his face. He wasn’t crying, but his eyes were glassy with unshed tears.

“Sol? Sweetheart?”

“I am sorry.” He whispered it so softly, I almost didn’t hear it. But I was so tuned into him now, I couldn’t miss it.

“No apologies.” I kissed his sternum, which was about all I could reach in my current position. “If anything, I should be the one apologizing.”

He gasped and wiggled closer, his outside leg and tail draping over my hip. “No. Why would you think that?”

“Because I can’t give you everything you need.”

He shook his head, almost violently. “You have been wonderful. I am sorry I am so…what is the word? Needy?” He thought about it for a second, then nodded. “Yes. Needy. I am sorry that I need.”

I laughed. Here we were, naked in my bed, my fingers in his ass after hours upon hours of nonstop f*****g, and we were apologizing to each other? It was ridiculous

“Let’s both stop apologizing. We are who we are, and we each have our issues. It’s not your fault. It’s not mine.”

He studied me for a moment, his gaze roving all over my face, before he gave me a tentative smile. I liked the way it made his whiskers lift.

“I think it may be easing. I do not feel quite as…desperate.”

“For now anyway.” I eased my fingers from him, and he whimpered only a little at the loss. With a grin, I kissed his nose, which made his muzzle wrinkle in the most adorable way. “Let’s see if we can get some sleep before the next wave hits, shall we?”

Sol didn’t say a word, he just snuggled in around me, enveloping my body with mine and contorting himself until he could lay his head on my chest. His tail wrapped over my hip. I had started to think it had a mind of its own, even though I knew that wasn’t the case. In reality, it was as a part of him as everything else, and Sol seemed to be most content when it was touching me as well.

I gave the brown tuft at the end a little pet, then wrapped my arms around him as tightly as I could. A moment later, we were both asleep.

* * * *

The third day we spent mostly sleeping, punctuated by the occasional easy, slow, but no-less-intense s*x. Sol no longer felt like a furnace to touch, and his rosettes had faded to their barely noticeable state. I knew we were at the end of his cycle, and I told myself not to be disappointed by that. By tomorrow, we’d both be back to reality and at work, which was as it should be.

But I was selfish and I didn’t want to lose him.

I watched him slumber, and didn’t even feel like a creep. I knew his body inside and out now. I knew how he liked to be f****d when in the throes of his cycle, and I knew how he liked it when the “heat” wasn’t gripping him. I knew I could give him pleasure, and he knew how to give it back. There was no doubt we were compatible in bed.

But I wanted to get to know him better outside of s*x. As more than just a friend. I wanted to date him.

Except that’s not what we’d agreed to and I couldn’t tell him.

When he woke, he blinked at me, then gave me a soft smile. I knew his cycle was over, that he was wholly himself again, so I kissed him quickly and suggested a shower, which we shared. The touches were loving and sweet, but not s****l, and when we were both clean, he helped me change the bed linens. I almost didn’t want to put the sheets in the laundry chute. I wanted to keep the evidence of our time together, but I shook my head at my maudlin thoughts and pushed them in.

When I turned, Sol was dressed. Or at least, he had on his shirt and pants, and his jacket draped over his arm. I put on a brave face and smiled.

“Three days is not so bad, really. The last cycle was five.”

I didn’t know how to take that, so I tried turning it into a joke. “Guess I’m better than your last partner for this.”

Sol rewarded my effort with a smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. He strode forward and kissed me soundly, the first time he’d taken charge. But before I could really get into it, he stepped back and touched my cheek.

“I thank you, Brody Phillips. You took care of me well.”

“It was my pleasure, and my honor,” I said truthfully. It was on the tip of my tongue to suggest he come to me when the next cycle hit, but it had to be his choice and I didn’t want to pressure him. Instead, I clasped his hand against my face for a moment, then stepped back. “You have the rest of the day off, as do I. But we’ll see each other tomorrow.”

“We will.” Sol gave me one last look and headed to the door. With a word to Majel, I lifted the security, and a moment later, Sol was gone.

I blew out a shaky breath and sat on the edge of the freshly made bed. Godsdamn, but I didn’t want this to be over. Not just the s*x, though that had been amazing. But the rest of it. The closeness. Having Sol in my space. I loved it more than I had words for.

But this whole thing had been a matter of his biology, and while I was honored he’d chosen me to help him through it, that’s all it was. Perhaps we were closer now than we had been. I didn’t see how we could go through what we did and not be. But he clearly didn’t want more from me, and I had to be okay with that. I didn’t have a choice.