Vektal’s my best bet.
Maybe I’m using him a little when I rub my fingers on his chest. They’re cold in the frigid, snowy air, and my nipples are hard. I rub up against him deliberately, letting him feel my body. I lick my lips and then look up into those alien, glowing blue eyes.
And I point at the mountainside in the distance, where I know that so many women （half in pods） are waiting for rescue while I play bubble bath with a native. “Take me up the side of the mountain?”
He caresses my face, a question in his gaze. “Moun. . .tain?”
“Yes,” I say and trace my fingers over his skin. “Up there.”
His brows draw together, and he gives a shake of his head indicating that no, he’s not taking me there.
All right then, time to pull out the big guns. “Vektal,” I murmur. “Do you know how to kiss?”
The alien’s blank expression tells me he has no clue what I’m saying. Of course he doesn’t. So I put a hand to the back of his neck and pull him closer to me. He’s warm, and I rather like the feel of him blocking out the chilly wind. “Kiss?” I say again, and then I lean in and brush my lips against his.
The look on his face is stunned. It’s like it never occurred to him that people would put their mouths on each other. I stifle the giggle threatening to erupt and drag a finger down the front of his chest. “I can show you more things . . . if you take me up the mountain.”
I know I’m playing with fire. Offering him sexual favors in exchange for rescue probably isn’t the greatest plan, but I’m working with the weapons I have. As long as he’s fascinated by me, I can use that. It’s mercenary, but people’s lives are at stake. If I have to kiss an alien and flirt with him to get a rescue to my friends, I will.
It’s not exactly a hardship, I have to admit. I’m still thinking about his mouth on my skin from last night. The way he licked me until I came. And the way he is staring at me right now makes me think that sex with him wouldn’t be something terrible to be endured. It’d be slow and full of discovery and oh-so wicked. And I’m not hating the idea. Not by a long shot. Maybe I’m not in the right frame of mind to be entertaining sexy thoughts, but I can’t help it.
I play with fire a little more when I drape my arms around his neck and press my breasts to his warm—so warm— body. His cock pushes against my stomach insistently, and I ignore it, twining my fingers in his thick, black hair.
Vektal leans his face close to mine again, his gaze flicking to my mouth and then to my eyes. It’s like he’s asking for another kiss but unsure how to go about it.
“Do aliens not kiss?” I ask softly, leaning in to brush my lips over his again. “I’ll show you how to do all kinds of kissing if you’ll go up the mountain with me.”
“Moun. . .tain,” he repeats, and his eyes narrow. He puts his fingers to my mouth and then his, and then repeats it again. “Georgie mountain?”
“That’s right,” I say, pleased he’s getting it. “Take me to the mountain and Georgie will kiss you again.” I press my fingers from my lips to his.
That shrewd gaze watches me. He leans in, and I think he’s going to kiss me, but he only nuzzles my nose. “Georgie . . . mountain,” he says in a low voice, and then I feel his hand slide down to my bare pussy, where he drags his fingers over my folds. “Mountain.”
I gasp. It’s as much the startling, arousing touch as it is what he’s asking. He wants me to have sex with him if he takes me up the mountain.
I consider for a long moment, gazing up at him. Then I reach down and grip his cock. “Georgie mountain,” I agree, and I give him a quick stroke under the water. You take me up the mountain, this is what you get.
He groans and tries to push against my hand, but I release him just as quickly. “Mountain,” I insist.
“Mountain,” he growls and pulls me against him, his bigger body pressed to mine. For a moment I panic, wondering if he’s going to just take what I’m bartering. But he only rubs his nose against mine again and then releases me, pointing at my clothing on the bank.
Hot damn, we’re going up the mountain. Rescue party of two, coming right up.
We dress quickly, and I make a face at having to put on my filthy jumpsuit again. The chill in the dry winter air is even worse now that I’m wet and cold, and Vektal insists on me covering my wet hair with the cloak. It’s a good idea, but it’s still icing up in the brutal cold. Maybe a quick dunk in the river wasn’t the smartest of ideas, but I’m clean now.