“I saw icy mountains,” she refuted.
Jamen inhaled deeply, as if to battle a rising amount of frustration. “You want to climb our highest peaks?”
“Um. No. But, I do like wearing pants,” she said weakly.
“Pick two,” he said. “You can use them for exercising.”
Finally, he admitted there was a need for some kind of physical activity other than sex. She couldn’t wait to find out what he had in mind—jogging? Or maybe a sport? Knowing the Vendu, it was more likely to involve mock fighting. She might have to take up sword fighting or javelin throwing. She’d much rather run around the streets and explore the city.
“These will arrive tomorrow,” he said, putting aside the remote control.
“Great.” She would hang them up in her secret closet.
The projector dimmed and the last piece of clothing, a colorful dress with three slits in the skirts, disappeared. She was naked again.
Jamen stood, his cock more prominent than ever. She crept toward him and scrunched her hands into a ball behind her back. He looped his arms around her and grasped her wrists. As he walked her backwards, she bumped into the wall, and he dragged her arms above her head. By now, his breath was warming her and the flat of his chest was grazing the tip of her nose. The man was a giant.
“Keep your arms up there,” he said, letting go. He freed his cock and the erection sprang out of his pants. With both hands, he hoisted her up, sliding her up the wall, then positioned the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy.
She couldn’t see it but could feel the rounded bulb nudge its way inside her tunnel. The pinch came and went as she sank onto his erection. At the same time, he rose higher, keeping a grip on her ass cheeks. His fingers were strong, holding her in place so she couldn’t rise with him. The softest part of her flesh, still raw from those eighteen hard smacks, complained. She turned her whimper into a moan, because the pain wasn’t harsh or unbearable. She liked it, and he knew it.
He pounded her against that wall for minutes, until her legs shook and her arms ached. She focused on his face, the rapture he displayed with his half open eyes and slightly parted lips. His exertions barely caused him to pant. The frosty edge of his teeth glinted under the lights while his shadow covered her just as the projected clothing had done earlier.
She dropped her arms when her fingers started to go numb, and folded them around his burly neck and shoulders. Hugging him tight to her, she clung onto the thin collar of his shirt as he continued to fuck her. She hooked her heels around him, too, so that only her shoulders were supported by the wall. Squeezed between the partition and his thrusting body, she gasped for breath. His hunger for her seemed boundless. No matter how hard she clenched her drenched pussy, he didn’t let up.
He lowered his face and sought out her neck and earlobe. The nip was a tease, given during the briefest of pauses between another gigantic thrust of his hips. Her back knocked against the wall.
She couldn’t come like this. She was aroused to highest level, but she needed the plateau of the impending orgasm before she climaxed and his relentless pace offered her no chance to form one.
He groaned, his face contorting slightly as he came. His liquid essence shot up inside, then as he withdrew, it trickled down her inner thighs.
“Mm,” he murmured. “Very pleasing. But you didn’t come. That needs to be rectified.” He kissed her smiling lips.
Her feet dropped back onto the floor. Her knees were so shaky, she had to lean against him or fall over. As she imagined earlier, he gathered her into his arms and carried her to his bed. There, she stretched out, permitting her limbs to rest. The bedding warmed to her, as if to mimic her body temperature and the smooth fabric molded around, swathing her like a newborn baby.
She dozed and when she opened her eyes again, Jamen was lying next to her, naked, his tattoo vibrant and shaped like a spiraling eye. It stared at her and accustomed by Leesa to responding to hers in the form of a trance, she seemed incapable of ignoring his. She parted her legs and he rose over her.
“This time, you’ll come, little hanjin,” he growled softly. “Come on my cock.”
She obeyed him several minutes later with ease. His fucking this time was less urgent and more focused on her needs. He stroked her pussy with his cock, pressed his fingers against her clit and excited the nub until she cried out and came, lost in waves of spasms that squeezed his cock. Saturated again, she was grateful for a small interlude to recover.
It was brief. Jamen wasn’t finished.
“Turn over,” he commanded. He flipped her, grasped her waist, and entered her for the third and final fuck of the evening. His energetic thrusts brought her back to life and she moaned and muttered as he smacked his firm thighs into her raised bottom.
This was going to be her life from now on. Sex and politics. She wasn’t sure any more about the second one—it seemed remote and inaccessible given her limitations—but the former was definitely worth the journey she’d traveled. If her dependency on Jamen meant this kind of invigorating sex on a regular basis, she’d found her niche in life. For now, at least, because sex wasn’t the only reason to stay on Halos.
She arched her back and impaled herself deeper on his hardy cock. The pinch, as the head of it barreled into her barrier, aided her climax. She needed that minutia of pain to intensify the pleasure. However, how far she was willing to go for Jamen was untested—she was entirely in the hands of an alien and whatever else he had planned for her over the coming weeks and months.
Bring it on, she thought, flopping forward onto the bed as he pumped the final drop of his seed int
o her wet pussy.
“Very good, Paige,” he said into her ear between showering her with little kisses. “That’ll do for now. But, you can be assured, I intend to fuck you frequently. You’re an addiction. I can’t get enough of you.”
She was too exhausted to interpret the implication of his statement. In the morning, she might digest what he’d said, but for now, she wanted sleep. A whole night of it in his bed.
Chapter Eleven