Alpha Commander: Wilds of Wynmere: Sci-Fi Omega Mpreg Romance Page 3

  “Got it.”

  We spent the next twenty minutes going over the distinctions in Wynmerian physiology. There were things not immediately apparent by just looking at them. There were some places we could twist, they could only bend, and vice versa. It changed the dynamics of wrestling—Bchakdu is primarily a grappling art—in ways that were confusing at first.

  Then it was time to get down to the mat. Andax placed one hand on my hip and the other on my opposite elbow. His skin was so smooth, his presence so powerful, so strong, yet there was an almost otherworldly grace to his movements. Perched in his delicate embrace was like standing beneath the eye of a hurricane.

  “Ready?”

  I nod at him.

  His muscles tense and my elbow goes one direction and my hip the other. Next thing I know I’m on the mat. “Works even better on one of us. Give it a try.” He reaches down and helps me up.

  I rest my hands on him the way he did on me. I have the all but irrepressible urge to sink my fingers into his flesh, to caress him.

  “Go.”

  His single syllable snap is probably the only thing that kept me from humiliating myself. Distracted from my incredible lust, I focus on the necessary movement. I apply the pressures he taught me and suddenly Andax is off balance and falling.

  He crashes into the mat. “Perfect time to show you the counter.”

  “Hunh?”

  His hands wraps around the back of my neck, thick forearm running up along my chest, my heart thudding against him. His other hand reaches around my back and grabs my wrist. He rolls over me and pins me with the full weight of his body.

  He smiles at me knowingly. He knows what this all is doing to me. He knows how it must be affecting me and he’s glowing in the knowledge. He’s handsome and strong and bursting with sexual energy.

  He’s ready to give me everything Janie’s refused. Attention, affection.

  I want him to lay his body against me. I want to feel him throb against me, his chest moving up and down against my body, the heat of his alien flesh warming me like the sun.

  “You’re not paying attention,” he says through a grin.

  “Sorry.”

  “Shall we call it a day?” He stands up, towering over me, and reaches down his hand for mine. “Hit the showers?”

  He lifts me up like a sheet of paper. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  In the shower room, I rather conspicuously keep my back turned to him. I can’t bear to look at his naked form. I keep my eyes closed as an extra measure. On the backs of my eyelids I play images of Janie—the curve of her hips rocking over mine, the slope of her breasts cradled in my palm, the sweetness of her breath on my mouth. Yet, with each imagined thrust I feel the presence of Andax imposing itself in my mind.

  “Can you get my back?” he calls from under a stream of water. Ah, for fuck’s sake. It’s not like I can say no, now can I?

  “Yeah, uh, sure.” I place my soap onto its little shelf and step over to Andax. My eyes flutter as I strain against the urge to look down between his legs. He reaches out to hand me his soap. His fingertips brush against my palm as I gingerly pluck the bar from his hand. It’s like an electric pulse that charges through my arm and into my chest making my heart skip a beat. He turns around, facing away, and places his hands against the wall.

  His back is perfect undulating valleys of cabled muscles running under smooth, slightly glimmering flesh. My eyes break away and flit down to take in an eyeful of his gorgeous ass. It’s taut and perfectly sculpted, like glistening marble. I raise the soap to his back, but hesitate to finally run my hands over the commander’s body.

  “Well?”

  “Sorry.” I press the soap to a random spot on his back, feeling incredibly awkward about the whole thing. How to scrub well and yet avoid looking overly eager. I was falling to his Wynmerian charm, but I didn’t even know if that’s what he’d intended, or what he’d wanted. I mean, he knew I had Janie back home. Perhaps he could sense my dissatisfaction.

  I moved the soap in a small circle. Then, gaining confidence, wider strokes. I lathered my opposite hand and used both to massage the suds into his back. The warmth from his body was incredible, the resistance of the powerful muscles like molten iron. As my shyness faded away, I felt a sense of calm and comfort replacing all that awkwardness.

  I started to work my hands along the sides of his torso, working my hands under his arms and then diving down to caress at his hips, at the very edge of his perfect ass. I was losing myself in the process, my hands sweeping over his waist and down to his thighs, gripping, kneading, squeezing. I needed more of him in my grasp and pressed my chest against him so I could reach more of his immense body.

  I was too absorbed in the process, being pulled deeper into Andax’s passive seduction that I didn’t notice my cock slowly getting hard. With my body pressed up against his back, I was close enough that it didn’t take much for my cock to rise and touch him.

  I grew firm between his legs and felt the tip of my pulsing cock tap his cock on the other side.

  I leapt back. “Sorry!”

  “You say that a lot,” laughed Andax. He turned around, reaching out for the soap. I forced my eyes to focus on his. I knew he could see my hard cock, but I thought that maybe if we just ignored it we might never need to talk about it again. To his credit, Andax did a good job of playing along.

  But that moment, with my eyes locked on his, my cock hard and having just felt a tender touch with his, I felt my affection deepen into an ever more confusing place. I’d never looked at another man’s ass before. Never been aroused touching a man. Never even thought about a man that way. Then again, Andax wasn’t really a man, was he? He was something else entirely.

  It wouldn’t have been confusing if I’d just given myself over. But how could I do that?

  I stepped over to the wall and stood as he had, legs wide, hands against the tile. Andax showed no hesitation. I heard him rub the soap between his hands behind me and then his strong fingers began to work my back. It felt as nice as a massage and as erotic as anything I’d ever experienced.

  All thoughts of Janie or of my previous reservation left me. If I’d been facing the other way I would have happily devoured the sight of his cock. I might have even knelt and devoured it for real. Suddenly I felt an urge I’d never experienced in my life. I wanted to feel smooth, long flesh in my mouth. Hot, pulsing, hard. I wanted it to press to the back of my throat and to force a moan out of my partner’s.

  My cock was diamond-drill hard now. Andax moved his hands up to my shoulders and massaged the soap in. His fingers swept out along my arms, tenderly caressing my biceps, my triceps, my forearms. He reached out and up until his arms were along the length of mine and his fingers were aligned with mine. His whole body was pressed against mine, as I’d been with him. I could feel him breathing against me. His long, thick cock hung heavy along the dividing line of my ass. He wrapped his fingers in with mine and bent his head down so I could feel his breath grazing over my ear. I could practically hear the blood rushing through his veins.

  Then his fingers unwound and dragged along my arms to my shoulders and returned to my back. He washed me as if nothing had just happened.

  As the blood rush in my head died down I felt my senses return a little. I realized I was breathing hard and fast and tried to slow my shallow gasps. I couldn’t tell from the running shower overhead, but I was pretty sure my cock was leaking precum. Andax’s hands were working along the sides of my ribs as I’d done with him. He swept his fingers along my flank to my chest and washed me there. He trailed down, over my stomach to my waist, to the outer limits of my pubic hairs, still neatly trimmed from my last night with Janie. Even that reminder couldn’t break through at this moment as I fell deeper into Andax’s spell.

  His thumbs were the last to flick over the thin tender, skin between my cock and thighs as he reached deep, fingertips lingering lightly to the tops of my knees and then clawing in as he pulled up. He growle
d in my ear as he turned his touch inwards, between my legs, the backs of his hands grazing along my balls as he reached my most sensitive place again. I gasped.

  He traced around the base of my cock. Alarm bells went off in my head as he went to grasp my cock in the full force of his grip.

  I stepped forward and away. “I, uh, I need to hurry up. Uh, HQ needs a few things filed before Earth 1700.” I started to walk off for the exit.

  “Shouldn’t you rinse first?”

  I stopped in my tracks, a chill of embarrassment down my neck. “Ah, yeah, right.” I turned back to the shower stream with my head turned down. I rinsed off quickly, doing all I could to will my cock into submission, but failing. Every bead of water that rushed over my cock was like an erotic surge of pleasure. I nearly came right there.

  I rushed off, grabbing my towel.

  “We’ll have dinner the night after tomorrow,” said Andax behind me.

  “Um, I…”

  “We’ve almost reached the jump point. You’ll want to watch. I’m having a dinner set up for us on the viewing bridge.”

  “Of course.”

  I rushed back to my room and furiously rubbed my cock to the memory of Andax’s touch. I didn’t even make a pretense of trying to remember Janie. It was all Wynmerian man, all firm grip, throbbing cock. When I came, I came harder than I ever have before, thick ropes covering my chest and the top of my bunk. My brain fizzled out and I practically fainted.

  All for the better. I dreamt of Andax as I slept.

  FIVE

  I buttoned my sleeves and took a quick look in the mirror. I was looking pretty good, if I do say so myself. I was supposed to meet Andax for dinner and I’d unconsciously done everything I could to look my best.

  The last two days I’d had a clearer head than usual. Maybe finally managing to cum had made it easier. I hadn’t thought about Andax since the showers, except in tiny bits here and there. Mostly when work interfered. I hadn’t thought about Janie either.

  Mostly, I’d finished more reports in the last forty-eight hours than I had since the start of the trip combined.

  It occurred to me that I should contact Janie. We were almost to the edge of the solar system, as the Wynmerian vessel measured it. Once we passed the final threshold we’d be able to make the warp jump and be in Wynmere’s system in no time at all. But, once we got there, it would take far too long to call anyone back home. It’d only be worthwhile to write letters, and even then, it was hardly worth the effort with how infrequently the post-warp operated this far out.

  I fixed my collar in the mirror and tousled my hair a touch. I wanted to look good when Janie picked up. I wasn’t going to press for anything this time. I didn’t need that sort of humiliation all over again. No, I just wanted her to pick up and actually talk to me for once.

  Looking sufficiently rakish, I called up Janie’s contact info through the computer and soon the phone was ringing.

  “Delay will be roughly forty-one seconds,” the computer chirped.

  It was over a minute before Janie answered. “Hey, how’s space,” she said.

  She was still beautiful, but somehow the beauty didn’t connect like it once had. It was two-dimensional in feeling, the way it was on the screen. “Good. It’s beautiful out here. We’re about to hit the edge of the system, though, so we’ll be making the jump to Wynmere. This is the last time we’ll be able to really talk for a while.”

  The silence, the waiting, watching her vapid eyes. Then the nodding as she heard my message. “Oh, no, that’s too bad.” Too bad? “Well, I hope you have a safe trip.”

  “Wait, what? Aren’t you going to tell me about how life is on Earth? How’s home? What are you up to? Tell me anything. This is the last real chat we can do. I’ll still write to you from Wynmere, but… you know.”

  She was typing on her phone while she waited on her end for my response. She giggled at something on the screen. What I’d give to read whatever was in her hand.

  “Uh-huh, uh-huh. Yeah. Yeah. No, not much. Listen, hun, I can’t do this. These delayed phone calls are a real drag. And I’m just, like, busy here. Summer calls, y’know?”

  “No, no, no. You can’t do that Janie. This is…”

  I was cutoff as she started talking again. “Anyway, have fun out there and don’t worry about me.”

  “I’m worried about us!” I shouted at her even though she couldn’t hear that in the moment.

  “We’ll, like, talk or whatever when you get back. Just do what you’re gonna do and I’ll do the same. I gotta run now. Going out on the water with, uh, a friend.”

  “No! No! Don’t you …” But the line went dead. She’d have the rest of my weakly rageful message sitting in her inbox for her if she decided to listen.

  That’s when I decided it was over. Even if nothing came of Andax. Even if this was all some silly flight of fancy, some echo of a schoolboy’s fantasies, I was done with Janie..

  I logged into my legal account and had her permissions taken off the apartment. I had her unsigned from everything we shared. I called my friend Gareth to go and pull her shit out and drop it in the hallway.

  When I hit send on the last of the orders I felt a massive weight off my shoulders. I’d imagined I would feel some sort of sadness, or grief, or regret, but there was nothing. Heck, I had time to send an override order to cancel everything I’d just commanded, but there was no will in me to do it.

  Janie was out of my life forever.

  I pulled up my collar and slung a red tie around my neck. I stared in the mirror as I knotted up a half-Windsor. Now I was dressing for only one person. One man. Andax.

  SIX

  There was a light clink as Andax put his fork down on his plate. He wiped at his smile with his napkin and gestured at the view.

  “We’re coming into position now,” he said. The window was enormous—about equal with a large movie theater screen—for a ship of this size.

  An endless foam of stars were spread out through the view like gently colorized television static. Suddenly the sun erupted into view, crossing the window from right to left. Erupted is, perhaps, too strong a word, but compared to the stars around it at least, it was bright. Circles appeared on the window, drawing attention to the various planets scattered about.

  “It’s a view not many humans get to see.” Andax plucked his fork off the plate and pierced an appetizer grape with a smidge of blue-green cheese. “I’m glad I could be here for your first time.”

  I turned back to Andax and smiled. “Thank you.”

  “Alright,” said Andax, speaking into the communicator in his ring, “You can put us back on course.”

  “Back on course?”

  “Certainly couldn’t take you all the way out here and not turn the ship around for you to see, now could I?”

  I blushed. I don’t think I’d ever blushed before that, but there I was, cherry tomato cheeks and all. “You spun a three kilometer warship in a circle just for me?”

  “Just for you,” he said, pluck his wine glass off the table and gesturing it in a toast to me.

  I nervously snatched my glass as well, sloshing it a bit and downed half the drink. “Well, thank you even more then, I guess.”

  “It’s really my pleasure, Tanner.”

  “So, what happens now?”

  “Well, we finish eating while the ship turns. We’ll have to return to quarters for the actual jump, but it’s not a long process. Anywhere from twenty minutes to a little over an hour, depending on a few uncertain factors.”

  “I’m excited to see Wynmere,” I said. “I’ve read so much about it.”

  “It’s a complicated place, but,” he trailed off. The main course arrived. “But you’ll get the hang of it.”

  I tried to eat casually. Or at least like the competent adult man I was supposed to be. I tried to avoid too much of Andax’s gaze. Not because I was necessarily avoiding my affections any more—I wasn’t—but because it was getting awkward how deeply I
tended to look at him.

  It was hard not to though. The way he regarded me was so kind. It was a sort of restrained gentleness of expression that belied an inner passionate hunger. I don’t know if I’d identified that passion at the time, but looking back now I know exactly what that flare in his eyes was.

  We ate our meals, chatting over little things. We tried to steer clear of work topics for the moment. I didn’t want to seem like I was just using the meal as another opportunity to do research, and he seemed all too happy to go along.

  I learned bits and pieces about the life of a Wynmerian at home, particularly one from as distinguished a lineage as Andax was. It became readily apparent how he so easily exuded a sense of calm and ownership over his surroundings. The sort of elite life he’d been raised in rather guaranteed it.