The Gorison Traveler Incident (Veslor Mates #1) Read online

  “Get off?” He was growling his words now.

  “Climax. Come. Um…how we complete sex.”

  “Show me,” he urged again.

  She began to rub her clit. He watched her finger, and she watched him. He licked his lips, the sight of his dark tongue making her wonder what it would feel like if that was on her clit, instead of her finger.

  She spread her legs wider, pleasure tingling through her as her clit began to swell. It was the first time she’d ever played with herself in front of someone, and there was something really hot about it.

  He made a low rumbling noise and lowered his face even closer. She could feel his hot breath on her. The rumbling grew louder, almost like purring. She hoped that was a good thing. His eyes seemed brighter, even as they narrowed. She also noticed his body tensing, the muscles on his arms bunching.

  She moved her finger off her clit, going lower, feeling how wet she was becoming. Maybe that was why he was responding that way. She was definitely getting “oiled” for him.

  He suddenly gripped her wrist and pulled her hand away from her pussy. She was breathing harder and had almost been there, ready to come.

  “What’s wrong?”

  He released her wrist, and she watched as he licked his thumb then lowered it. He brushed it over her clit. It was much rougher textured than her own fingertip, but it didn’t hurt. He was gentle as he began to rub.

  She moaned, her muscles clenching.

  He looked up, their gazes locking. He continued to rub.

  “Just like that,” she managed to say.

  He grew bolder, rubbing a little faster. She closed her eyes and panted.

  Then he stopped, taking his thumb off her clit. She opened her eyes and lifted her head.

  “I’m hurting for you,” he rasped. “You’re well oiled.”

  He wanted to fuck her.

  She nodded, ready to see if that would work. She wanted him inside her. Already so close, he might even be able to get her off with penetration.

  They’d work it out. She wanted him just as badly.

  “Will it hurt you if I push into you here?” His thumb touched her again, running over the opening of her pussy. “You appear quite small.”

  “Women stretch. Why don’t you show me what you have?”

  He lifted to his knees on the bed and straightened. She swallowed hard as she looked down.

  He still wore his black pants—but there was a large, thick bulge beneath them now, and the material didn’t conceal much. He looked big, but the shape seemed in line with what human guys had.

  He gripped the waist of his pants and shoved them down, exposing his penis.

  It was human-like. Mostly. The top was thicker than the shaft, but not by much. It was as dark as the rest of him. There were thin ridges running along the length of his shaft, from just under the top down to the base, that she figured might be veins. It was angled outward while erect. Her gaze looked lower, to his balls. He appeared to have only one—and there was something blocking it from clear sight.

  She sat up and hesitated before reaching for him. She paused, glancing at his face. “May I touch you?”

  He gave a sharp nod. His features looked tense. “Will we fit together?”

  “You’re big. Not a shock. We’ll work it out. I mean, you look like a human. Only bigger.” She ran her fingertips along the underside of his shaft, somewhat surprised. The texture wasn’t like his velvety skin. Instead, it was more like leather. Smooth leather, but for those ridges. His cock twitched, and some clear fluid eased out of the tip. It wasn’t a lot. Just a few drops. It ran down the crown of his shaft, to where she held him.

  She touched it, rubbing it between her fingers. It felt like baby oil. It had a similar slick consistency.

  Oil. Now she understood. It seemed Veslors created great lubrication for sex. She ran her fingertips lower, to the strange thing between his shaft and ball sac. It was bumpy, a solid protrusion, like cartilage covered in that leather texture.

  “What’s this?”

  “My yunce. It protects my seed sac from damage. It’s usually not swollen like that unless I’m about to copulate. There is another one on the backside.”

  She couldn’t see it, but she ran her hand under his ball. He may have only one, but it was large, like the rest of him. She caressed it…

  He sucked in a sharp breath.

  Vivian froze, looking up at him.

  “Extremely sensitive. It’s never touched.”

  “Am I hurting you?” She thought she’d been gentle.

  “No.”

  “Is it okay that I’m exploring?”

  He gave another brief nod.

  She kept her hand between his slightly parted thighs, lightly cupping his ball. It took up the entire palm and then some. It was soft, not leathery in texture like his penis. She could feel the other protrusion behind it, like the one in the front. “That’s pretty cool.”

  “I need you, Vivian,” he rasped. “Can we discuss my body further later? I need to be inside you. I hurt for you.”

  She pulled her hand away and noticed that his shaft was certainly oiled now. More of that clear fluid spilled from the tip of his cock, and the shaft on the underside was well coated.

  “Yes.”

  “Turn around. We breed with the female facing away.”

  “Doggy style.” It shouldn’t have come as a shock. He was a shifter who turned into an alien panther, after all.

  She backed away, got up on her knees and turned around. She dropped to all fours, spread her thighs, and prayed that he’d fit.

  Brassi leaned forward, crawling over her, and she felt his stiff shaft brush against her inner thighs. She parted them wider. His breathing had increased. She realized this was the first time she’d ever had sex without kissing someone first…but they’d find out later if he liked that or not.

  She felt a little fear, but pushed it down. Brassi wouldn’t hurt her.

  He moved closer, molding his upper body to her back, pressing their skin together. The velvet texture made her smile. He braced on one arm and reached up, cupping her breast. He explored it, giving it a gentle squeeze, then played with her nipple. She softly moaned. He was taking things slowly, carefully.

  The rumbling sound he’d made earlier returned. His chest vibrated along her back. It was almost like getting a light massage. He adjusted his body and released her breast, running his hand over her side down to her hip. He moved his legs, the mattress dipping with his weight as he seemed to shift it more to one side then the other.

  “Slow,” he growled.

  “Slow,” she agreed.

  Then she felt the thick tip of his cock rub against her pussy.

  She was still wet. He was, too, with that clear substance his body created when he was turned on. He rubbed against her slit a few times and brushed her clit. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her ass higher. He seemed to like that, she guessed, when the rumbling noise and vibrations increased. Then he stopped right at the seam of her…and began to push.

  Her body resisted a little. He was incredibly thick. He paused, his hand sliding around her stomach to hold her. Then he pushed again.

  Vivian closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax as he breached her.

  It was a tight fit, but her body gave, taking him. A deep snarl sounded close to her ear. He pushed in farther, paused, withdrew a little, and then pushed deeper once more.

  He felt amazing. Vivian moaned.

  He froze.

  “Keep going! You’re not hurting me.”

  “You’re so tight…and soft inside, too.”

  She wasn’t sure what “soft inside” meant in relation to what he was used to, but at that moment, she didn’t care. He worked his way deeper inside her, and deeper still—and something brushed against her clit.

  She jerked, startled.

  He froze again. “Am I hurting you?”

  “No. I think your…um…pence thing just touched me is all. I for