The firm strokes against my clit builds a nerve-tingling throbbing pleasure that starts to spiral from my center, thrusting me to the crest of pleasure. I gasp, tantalizingly close, my pulse hammering wildly within the confines of my chest as I teeter on the cusp of a climax, every fiber eager to succumb to the sweet tension coiling within.
Ravok stands up then and I groan, trying fruitlessly to shove him back to his knees. However, he immediately replaces his tongue with his thumb, rubbing back and forth with the same rhythm as he continues to thrust two fingers into me. He slides his hand into my hair, gently pulling my head back so he can watch my face while he fingers me. I ride his hand, feeling like a savage beast. My orgasm is barreling down on me, building momentum like a freight train.
“Come now, Leelee,” Ravok commands in a deep voice. And just like that, I do. The dam that was holding back my climax bursts and I come unraveled like a ball of yarn. I curl forward instinctively, pressing my screams into Ravok’s chest. He kisses my neck, his tongue sweeping along my jugular, and that finishes unwinding me.
I am lost, shuddering and quaking in Ravok’s arms, when the hot water heater finally gives up the ghost and the water starts to cool.
CHAPTER 42
Lily
After that world-shattering shower, we finally get dried off and dressed. Then Ravok and I work on his ship for a few more hours. I keep finding myself staring at him, lost in la la land. I’ve never had a guy just take over my pleasure like that – he mastered my body as if it belonged to him. I veer away from the thought – that is some perilous territory to tread upon. Thankfully, my job of handing Ravok tools and holding things doesn’t take much brain power. Especially since my brain has been turned into complete mush and is still probably lying dormant on the shower floor in an endorphin-induced catatonic state.
Ravok leans over, deep in the guts of his ship. Damn, holy beefy buns, Batman. It makes me want to take a bite outta him. That rump is just so damn meaty – I could dig my teeth into that. Ravok straightens up and turns around, catching me in the act of ogling him like a hungry predator.
I don’t even care. I want him to know how sexy I think he is. He deserves to know how much he is wanted.
He gives me a pleased yet bashful look. He’s obviously delighted and seems almost overwhelmed at the idea of me finding him attractive. He almost seems anxious about it, making him seem so normal – vulnerable even. It makes me like him even more.
Turning back to the ship, Ravok lifts a panel off the ground and sets it back in place. He lifts the panel, which would make me stagger under its weight like it’s no heavier than my purse. There is a sense of sheer magnificence as I watch Ravok lift the last metallic panel into place.
As he looks over the ship, his features are painted with a mix of hope and nervousness. We have slowly made our way around the entire vessel, and this was the last section that we needed to work on.
“Is that it?” I ask. “Is there anything else we need to fix?”
“No, we’re done for now,” he rumbles, looking towards me and holding out a hand in invitation to join him inside. “Come, Leelee. It’s time to test the ship.”
I place my palm on his and follow him inside the spacecraft.
Stepping into the dark interior of the spacecraft, we quickly walk past the cryo-chamber and sit in the cockpit. With a few taps of his fingers, the ship hums to life beneath our seat. A faint vibration resonates through the metal beneath my feet, and I have a momentary weightless sensation in my stomach, which reminds me of a rollercoaster as we rise slightly off the garage’s floor. Without conscious thought, I grasp a tight hand around Ravok’s bicep. I stare out the front view window in shock, watching the dust swirl through the garage as we hover.
When he reaches out to tap another button, I realize I’m digging my nails into his arm. I unpeel my fingers from his bicep and give him a tight, apologetic smile for letting the ship’s movement frighten me. He catches my fingers before I can fully pull away and places them firmly back on his arm with a hot look in his eyes. I’m getting the vibe that he craves my touch, regardless of the circumstance or timing.
Ravok’s fingers move with expert assurance, transitioning from one panel to another, adjusting controls that are way beyond my understanding, the alien symbols screen changing with every movement. I watch, intrigued yet perplexed, keeping silent instead of asking the questions crowding my brain. I don’t want to interrupt him while he is concentrating. Marcus always said I never stopped chattering, that every thought in my head made it out of my mouth. He said it was one of my worst habits.
Moments lapse into minutes before Ravok finally turns to me. The metallic glow in his eyes is calming, almost soothing, even though his expression is pensive.
The memory of our shared shower, the water cascading over hard alien muscle and hematite skin, has my mind wandering down forbidden paths. The way Ravok looked at me, his unusual white eyes soft and warm, awoke something inside me I thought long buried. Close and intimate in the steam and slick soap, trailing my fingers over his firm muscles, I still feel the tingling they left on my fingertips. I don’t even realize how close I’ve started to lean toward him until a loud beep from the ship’s computer jolts me.
“The updated diagnostic report is done, Leelee,” he announces, his tone filled with quiet optimism. He explains that the initial data looks favorable, but a sense of anticipation hangs heavily in the air. I hold my breath as I watch his eyes scan the information before him, his fingers moving gently over the strange symbols.
Because I’m still clutching his bicep, I feel it when his muscle suddenly tenses – it feels like it turns into iron beneath my hand. Looking at his face, a frown fills his features. He hunches closer to the screen and a bad feeling settles in my gut, sending a ripple of fear through me. “What’s wrong, Ravok? Is it bad?” I ask, unable to keep the tremor out of my voice. I look from the screen back to Ravok: his grimace ratchets my worry even higher.
“The ship has exhausted its energy storage system,” he explains, his deep voice slightly disturbed. “I won’t be able to reach my next charted destination. I can’t exit Earth’s atmosphere without adequate power…” he trails off, the possible implications hanging heavily between us.
My heart plummets as he grimly notes, “I’m going to need to figure out a different energy source and make it work with the ship’s thrusters.”
“Is it like the… telrinite?” I don’t think I pronounce it correctly, but Ravok knows what I’m talking about. “Can you find it here on Earth?”
Ravok shakes his head. “It’s something that my people created just for our ships. We’ll need to come up with some alternative source of energy.”
I like that he says ‘we’, but I’m getting increasingly worried as I contemplate what he’s saying. “Is that possible – to find a new type of fuel? Don’t you need the same fuel that your ship already uses?” I feel a little chagrined. Why am I offering suggestions? As if I know a damn thing about alien technology. Feeling the need to explain myself, I offer, “Sorry, I read too much science fiction. Plus, human vehicles can usually only accept one fuel type, so that’s what I’m used to. Putting something else into the tank will usually kill the machine.”
“No, you’re making perfect sense. My ship is tuned to use a specific type of energy, but I should be able to modify it with enough time. I know you’re just trying to help, and I can’t begin to describe how thankful I am.” Ravok pauses, consulting the alien text again. He points to a section that looks like the rest to me. “I just need a source of stored energy that I can use to give my boosters enough power to push through your planet’s atmosphere and gravitational pull. Once I do that, it should generate enough kinetic energy to replenish my empty reserves.”
Pressing buttons on the console in quick succession, Ravok turns off the spaceship. With slow grace, the ship lowers slowly to the ground, settling back onto the garage floor with a barely audible thump. Ravok reviews the text on the console one more time before he turns to me, “Come, Leelee. There’s nothing else for us to do in here.”
Ravok offers his hand to me, and my fingers instinctively curl around his, his skin cool and reassuring in mine. His grip is gentle yet secure. With his help, I rise from the cockpit seat. Hand in hand, we head to the open hatch at the back of the spaceship. The light seems bright in the garage as we emerge from the dimness of the ship’s interior.
I follow Ravok as he walks around the ship, checking it one more time. I cock my head when I have a sudden thought. He’d spoken English earlier, but it might as well be Klingon. “Stored energy?” I repeat slowly. “I mean, that kinda sounds like a battery.”
When Ravok gives me an inquisitive look, I grab an old flashlight from a workbench. I unscrew the cap and dump two large batteries into my hand. I do my best to explain their function.
“Yes, that is exactly what I need,” Ravok exclaims. “Although, I need a much, much larger battery. I have set my ship’s computer to scan the area for sources of stored power.”
My mind whirls as I process his words. My nursing knowledge doesn’t extend to engineering, but I’m optimistic. “Ravok, while the ship is doing its scan, we could do some research on the internet. Might find something useful.”
Ravok’s brows knit together, a clear indicator that he’s confused. “Internet?” he enquires, the word sounding foreign in his mouth, which tells me that his translator doesn’t know this word.
“It’s where almost all of the knowledge of my entire species exists.”
Ravok looks both taken aback and intrigued at my explanation.
“Alright, Ravok, let’s Google it,” I say decisively, dragging my laptop closer across the kitchen table. I know I need to head into town sometime today, but I keep putting it off. I don’t want to be separated from my… I don’t know what Ravok is to me yet. Alien boyfriend seems presumptuous, especially considering the deadline for our time together. However, I feel like we are more than an aliens-with-benefits situation or even just a fling. I decide to stop dwelling on it and focus on helping Ravok figure out the ‘energy storage’ problem instead.
