My cum had soaked the blanket beneath me, making my raging embarrassment even worse. Carefully, I rolled over. My hips protested, and my back and butt joined in. I was a mass of bruises. My shoulders both felt stiff and swollen. I hoped to god I hadn’t ripped anything like a tendon, but I didn’t know.
Focusing, I cleaned myself with the soiled blanket, balled it up, and chucked it into the corner. Dragging on a pair of pants and a shirt, I moved to the edge of the mattress and curled up.
After several minutes, Mindy asked, “Can I come back in? You need water.”
I grunted.
Mindy crawled in, and I curled up even tighter. I fucking came in front of him with basically no touch. I hadn’t wanted our firsttime to be like that. Though had that even been our first time? We weren’t together.
I heard rustling before I felt the warmth of him behind me. “You need to drink water, Flower.”
I didn’t move. I was too mortified. Logically, I knew there was zero reason to be embarrassed. Premature ejaculation happened, supposedly. I’d always masturbated alone, so it hadn’t been my worry until this exact second.
When I continued to be quiet, he lay behind me and rested an arm over my waist. “Let me hold you.”
Some part of me screamed to reject his touch, but I didn’t. Instead I leaned back, and Mindy gathered me close. He nuzzled the nape of my neck. “What did I do wrong?”
I didn’t answer, because he hadn’t done anything wrong. It had been all me.
His tail coiled around my leg. “Next time, I will take care of you myself.”
Pardon? Did he mean what I thought he did?
Serlotminden didn’t continue, and I didn’t ask.
Chapter 21
So awkward has a whole new level. Awesome.
Two days had passed since the kiss and licking session as well as my subsequent accidental finish, and we hadn’t left the shuttle once. I was leery about the possibility of the four-armed alien being out there, and Mindy probably was as well. Eventually, though, we’d have to go outside for water, food, and sunlight.
Also, the desperate need for space might drive us outside.
A palpable tension pulled between us anytime we were in the same room, which was often because this ship was the size of a fucking thimble. We couldn’t get away from each other. Neither of us talked much, my usual, but even Mindy was quiet. We seemed to be dancing around each other.
At night he held me close because we had to cuddle for warmth, but otherwise he’d stopped touching me. Had I bothered him with… what happened? Mindy had said it didn’t matter, but he might’ve lied.
As we were both avoiding each other as much as possible, Serlotminden spent most of his time in the cockpit, checking on the signal and working on who the hell knows what. I stayed in the tent. My shoulders ached; both were swollen and tender. The club had been too heavy for me to carry, let alone swing, and now, I was terrified I’d ripped something. I could move my arms, but they were stiff. I wouldn’t be able to move if I’d torn something truly important. Right? Honestly, I had no idea.
My back, hips, and ass were bruised to hell, not to mention my skinned chin and elbows. But I was alive. So that counted for something. Alive was great, and fine was fantastic, which I was.
Well… I wasn’t exactly fine.
The fucking kiss played through my mind on a loop, never leaving my thoughts. It had been good. That was the understatement of a lifetime. It had been perfect, revolutionary, searing. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Were kisses supposed to be like that? I had no frame of reference, so I wasn’t sure.
Beneath the memory, my emotions rolled. I didn’t understand them. At times I was sad. Serlotminden could never be with me. Then I was angry. Why did the kiss have to bethatgood if he was with someone else? Other emotions shifted through me, but they were harder to understand. One was impossibly soft and gentle, and scared the shit out of me, so I left it alone.
Instead of dealing with anything, I curled into a ball and did nothing. I tried to stay calm and logically think through the situation. The kiss had been marvelous, but it had been my first, so all of them might be like that. There was nothing to freak out about. The orgasm had been intense, burning through me.It shocked me that I’d come with what little friction I’d received from the blanket and his scaled tongue bathing my injuries.
Why had that turned me on as much as it had?
I banished the thought with cruel efficiency. I couldn’t afford to get an erection right now or cream my pants; Serlotminden might appear at any moment.
With a deep breath, I continued to rationalize my current situation. I’d get over this crush. People often had loads of crushes in their lifetime.
This, whatever this was, felt different than a simple crush, though. We held hands, snuggled, talked, laughed, and basically lived together. This was more, but I needed to not run away with my emotions.
Mindy was in a relationship. That wasn’t his fault or mine. Though he did act single. Licking couldn’t be a friend thing in his culture. That didn’t seem possible. Maybe he and this Dontilvynsan were in an open relationship? That meant we could be more, right?
