Hello my dear readers! I’m excited to announce that my second erotica story for Decadent’s The Edge line, CRASH LANDING, is two years published today. So, I’m going to share with you a smokin’ hot excerpt from the story. But first, a bit about Crash Landing…
As his ship plummets toward Earth, Cael believes his life to be over. His last ditch effort to save himself ends in a fiery crash. When he wakes up, he believes he’s entered the afterlife, but his surroundings indicate otherwise. He made it to Earth. But who saved him, and what do they want with him?
- Nominated for Best Sci-Fi / Space Opera Ménage Romance in the 2013 Erotic Ménage Romances Fan Choice Awards
- An All Romance Category Bestseller
~ EXCERPT ~
Cael gasped, bolting upright. He peeked around the room, the same place he’d woken before. He swept off the sheet covering him. All of his bandages had been removed, leaving only slight scarring on his blue skin. He stretched his arms into the air, surprised by his lack of discomfort. Had his captors healed him? Why? And how long had he been out? He needed to escape before they came back.
His semi-hard cock strained for attention and with the need to urinate. One thing at a time.
Bracing his hands on the table beside him and the platform where he’d slept, he rose to his feet. He waited for the dizziness to take over, as usual when he sat up after lying down for what seemed like forever. But it never came. All his grogginess and aches had dissipated. His limbs no longer throbbed. Had whatever they injected into his veins helped to cure his injuries?
He shuffled toward the nearest door, hands extended, ready to catch himself if he stumbled. He didn’t believe he could come as close to dying as he had and not be attached to medical equipment to keep him alive. Unless he’d been unconscious for weeks, or even months. Maybe Terrans had extraordinary healing abilities his people were not aware of.
When he reached the door, he pushed it open, finding fixtures of white porcelain. A bathroom. From the images he’d studied, he found the toilet and relieved himself, thankful that part of his anatomy still worked.
Something thumped against the wall behind him. He spun around. No one else occupied the room. Strange. Was he about to meet the Terran who had rescued him?
“Oh, God,” a woman moaned. “Harder.”
English. A language he recognized. He stood up straight and listened for more. What kind of place is this?
“Fuck me harder, Mare. Make me come.”
He pressed his ear against the wall. His cock went rigid in anticipation. Yep, no damage there.
When another cry of pleasure penetrated through the wall, he spun around to find out whose voice he heard.
Creeping back into in the first room, he glanced around for another door, a way out, a path to the female receiving pleasure from somebody named Mare.
He found an opening in the wall—unnoticed earlier when he’d been in a rush to relieve himself—leading to a narrow hallway with a door at the end. Turning the handle, he rejoiced he hadn’t been locked inside like a prison, and set out in search of the fucking couple. No one would have rescued him or treated his wounds if they wanted him dead. At least he hoped.
Slinking through a wider corridor, he peeked to his left and right, waiting for more noise to indicate which direction he should go.
“Oh yeah, baby. You know how to suck it.” A man this time, his words coming out as a long sigh.
Cael grabbed his own dick and squeezed. He wanted to at least watch the couple before he jizzed. On his planet, sex was limited to mating couples and confined to the cubiculums at Narien Stadium. But the security posted outside hadn’t stopped him from sneaking through the vents to watch the fornication.
He rushed to the right, his rod too hard to wait. The slurping, sucking, and cries of pleasure continued as he reached the entrance behind which the action took place. The door ajar, he dared a quick glimpse into the room. With a gasp, he stepped back into the hall, but could not take his eyes off the sight in front of him.
With her rounded pink ass and swollen sex folds in full view, a woman went to work sucking off a man. The musky scent of her desire wound through his nasal passages and drew him closer. She rested on her hands and knees on a platform, while the guy kneeled in front of her. But unlike any beings he had ever seen on the vids of Earth, the guy had blue skin. Not his deep, almost indigo shade, but lighter, closer to the color of the water he’d landed in. Long blond hair flowed over his shoulders, onto his muscular chest.
The man held the woman’s shoulders with his webbed hands—yes, webbed hands—drawing her on and off his dick. “You have the mouth of an angel.” He threw his head back and thrust faster and faster between her lips.
The sight stimulated Cael. They weren’t trying to make babies; it seemed they were having sexual relations for pleasure. He yearned not only to bury his face in the wet pussy in front of him, but to taste the man’s blue dick, feel it inside of him. Back on Narien, he’d crafted his own devices made from the soft, flimsy bark of the totmos plant, to experience the pleasure both men and women felt in the stadium, why they cried out during mating, but never seemed injured. And learn he had, anxious to be ready when he reached his thirtieth year and was allowed to mate. He’d turned that age a half year ago, with no one on his ship to be his partner. Would he finally have an opportunity?
When the man lowered his head again, his brilliant blue eyes flashed open, fixing on Cael.
Oh shit. But he couldn’t move. He couldn’t stop watching.
The man slowed his movements to long drawn out strokes, but didn’t stop. “It seems our guest has finally woken up.”