Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31116 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 156(@200wpm)___ 124(@250wpm)___ 104(@300wpm)
Chapter
Three
NAOMI
I am the sluttiest slut that ever slutted…and I don’t even care. Am I about to bone a perfect stranger on his desk at work so he can impregnate me? Absofuckinglutely. Am I excited about this? Ridiculously so. Am I absolutely horny and possessing some extremely damp panties right now? Yes and yes.
When they’d mentioned the fertility shots packed quite a punch, I didn’t realize that they would make me want to crawl the walls with the need to be laid. I’ve been masturbating furiously for the last several days, waiting for my “turn.” Now that everything’s falling to pieces, I might as well fuck a stranger.
And honestly? This stranger seems nice. Sweet. Kind.
Nervous as hell, too. That’s a good sign as far as I’m concerned. That means he’ll come quickly, and if I’m lucky, he’ll come more than once. I’m quite happy to play the odds, given that I’m low on time. I can practically feel my biological clock tick-tick-ticking away as if it’s being broadcast to the entire planet.
I’d be a little embarrassed if I wasn’t so horny. As it is, I just want to get laid and get pregnant. I don’t want to have suffered with intense arousal all week and spent all my hard-earned savings only to end up with empty arms at the end of this. If it means sleeping with a stranger? I’ll sleep with a stranger.
I’ve had shitty sex plenty of times since I was taken from Earth. What’s one more round, after all?
So I give this guy—Ainar—an encouraging look. Unless he wants to fuck right here (and honestly, with every moment that passes, I’m starting to consider it) we need to move to his office. “Your desk?”
“Yes! Please follow me.” He jumps up, all eagerness, and I’m reminded of a schoolboy about to get his dick wet for the first time. There’s something innocent about his eyes—which is ironic, because the rest of him could put a wrestler to shame. He’s got big thick arms and legs, and a broad face with wide eyes. His hair is cut short and the uniform he wears looks neat and tidy. He seems like a good guy. He seems like a two-pump chump, if I’m being honest, but nice.
I could do worse. I could do a lot worse.
When we head to the back of the office, though, I’m a little dismayed to realize that his desk is out in the open with all the others. There’s no private office around here, no door to shut and give us some whisper of privacy. His desk is right across from several other desks, and while I’m relieved that he moves towards the one that’s neat and tidy, I’m starting to rethink this whole “sex right now” scenario.
It’s as if he can read my mind. Ainar turns to me, a look of hesitation on his face. “You are certain? You want to do this right now?”
I’m not so certain, no. But then something inside me twinges and aches deep inside, like my body is getting ready to bust out with my period, and it makes me panicky. If I want a baby—a reason to wake up every morning—I need to do this ASAP. “This your desk?” I ask, pointing at the one he stands near, his tail twitching. When he nods, I hop up on the edge of it and give him an encouraging look.
Do the blue aliens blush, I wonder? Because Ainar’s tail sways back and forth quickly, as if he’s trying to contain himself—and losing the battle. “How…ahem, how would you like to proceed?” He clears his throat, and there’s a squeak in his otherwise deep timbre. It’s kinda cute.
“I wore a skirt,” I say helpfully, spreading my legs and feeling absolutely wanton. “You can pull my panties off and then, you know…”
“Ah.” He rubs the base of one horn. “Yes. Of course.” That tail twitches so hard I’m surprised it’s not starting a whirlwind behind him. “Panties.”
“Female undergarments?” When he gives a quick nod and still doesn’t reach for me, I decide I need to help things along. I lift one butt cheek, tilting to the side, and slip my panties off one cheek and then the other. I shimmy them down my legs and then kick them off my sensible shoes, leaving them on the floor. “Now I’m officially open for business.”
Please don’t change your mind. Please don’t change your mind.
“I should have done that for you,” he murmurs, taking a slow step forward. His hand hesitates just above my knee, and when he finally rests it there, I want to groan with relief. “My apologies, colonist. I’m not used to such situations—”
“Naomi,” I breathe. “If we’re going to do this, you could at least call me Naomi.”
“Naomi,” he echoes, and it sounds really good coming from him. He gazes down at my parted thighs even as he steps between them, making my skirt slip up to my knees. “May…may I touch you? Just to get the feel for things?”