Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 333(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
But I still do not yet understand Aidy's moods, and she said she had to want it. That her touching me is not a given. That it must be her choice. And if I try to think like Aidy, I am thinking that she is not in a cock-jerking mood, despite the arousal that perfumes the air around her. It kills me to simply nod. "You did not want it. I am learning."
Her smile grows broader, Aidy leaning against my arm with such trust. "You're a good guy…" Her gaze goes to the night sky. "…and the stars are really pretty tonight."
"Better than on your planet?" I ask, glancing up at them. "I only have memories of a space station and laboratories, so they are new to me."
"Back home there were so many city lights that you couldn't really see the stars, not like this. I don't know if they're different or similar, but you can see them here." She points up. "And those waving green lights? I think those are Northern Lights. Like the Aurora Borealis. At least, that's what we called them back home."
"Are they only in the north? They look a bit like smoke."
"I don't know. I—" She breaks off abruptly as something white flashes directly above us. "A shooting star."
We both stare in silence as the thing flares brightly, a long tail streaking across the sky. It looks as if it lands just on the other side of the mountains, and a tiny dome of light trails after it.
"Holy shit, did it land?" Aidy's fingers dig into my arm. "What was that?"
I don't know. Perhaps a change to the game's rules? Perhaps we are not being bloodthirsty enough for those that are running this bout and so they seek to shake things up. "It might be a weapon drop, perhaps a tool of some kind. Supplies."
Her eyes are wide as she stares at me. "Should we go get it?"
I contemplate this. We are likely not the only ones that have seen this flaring light, this drop. There will be others hunting for it, which is dangerous. But if it is weapons, I cannot allow the others to get all of them and put the other gladiators at an advantage. "We should, in the morning when it is safe."
"I don't know if I'm going to be able to sleep," Aidy breathes.
Nor me.
CHAPTER
TEN
AIDY
I'm a liar—I sleep like a log. Curled up against Corvak's side, I feel safe and protected. Reassured. Content.
So much so that when I wake up, I feel the throbbing ache of arousal between my thighs, and I want to do something about it. I slide my hand under the blankets and reach between his legs, seeking his cock. "I feel like touching this morning," I whisper to him. "Is that all right?"
He growls, his chest humming frantically, and tilts his face toward me, then moves to rub his nose with mine.
I push my hand into his pants, touching his already hard length. He's scorching hot here, my hand skimming past the strange bony nub he has jutting over his cock. I don't think it's like my clit, as he ignored it when he touched himself. I move past it, curling my fingers around his shaft and squeezing. "Is that a yes?"
Corvak hisses, his eyes closing briefly and his hand going over mine. "You need the words? Yes, a thousand times yes."
"I like the words," I say playfully. "Maybe I'll do more touching if you say my name nicely."
"Aidy." He groans the word out as if he's in pain, drawling out the last part of my name. "Why does your hand feel so much better than mine?"
"Because I'm really good at this," I tease. "And you have a really nice fat cock, so that makes this easy." He leans his head towards mine again, and I have the sudden urge to nip his earlobe. His mouth is closest, and I give his lower lip a gentle bite instead. He's so into my touch. He makes me feel like a goddess, like I'm the sexiest woman on the planet. Hell, I might be the only woman left on the planet, but he acts like he's won the lottery if I caress him.
It makes me want to do more.
His eyes flutter, still closed, and I work his cock with hard, vigorous strokes. I was initially worried this would end up a dry hand job, but he's leaking so much pre-cum that my hand is quickly lubricated. His excitement enhances mine, and I'm panting as I work his cock, softer on the downstroke and tighter as I glide toward the head. "I like touching you," I tell him, and nip at his lower lip again. "And I like making you come."
"Aidy," he asks, breathless. "Can I ask you something?"
"Does it have to be right now?" I run my thumb over the head of his cock. His length is just right, and the head of him is thick and prominent. He's circumcised, which I find a little strange given that he's been genetically "created" but maybe his people don't have foreskins. Maybe I'm thinking about this too much and I should just be enjoying.