Sorry this took so long, but real life with two kids, a full-time job, and college courses....well, you understand. Thanks to everyone that encouraged me to write another chapter to this, I hope it satisfies.
....no pun intended. LOL!
Had to update this, as it has now been polished up nicely!
Chapter 2
He smiled. "I figured you'd know. It doesn't take Martians long to re-arm."
"Oh my god!" Her eyes widened in surprise at the pressure against her stomache, and then she smiled back with mischief. "Hey now, lets be fair about this. You get yours and none for me? That's not right." She brought her legs up around his waist, pressing her body closer to all the right places.
"No its not," he agreed, a devilish grin growing on his face. "I should fix that. After all, a man should never leave a lady wanting." He walked them over to the living room, kicking the couch and coffee table out of the way. He pulled the couch cushions down to the floor and then laid her down, raining kisses on her jaw and neck. She gasped as his teeth scraped against the skin of her neck. He caught the soft sound, instantly wanting to hear more like it. "You like that?"
"Y-yes," she said, her body shuddering as he set his teeth to her skin. He shut his jaws with gentle pressure, making her writhe against him. He bit harder and she gasped, arcing to press against his body as her fingernails dug into the grey fur. He growled around the flesh in his mouth and saw her eyes roll up in her head in pleasure. "You do like that," he said as he pulled back, pleased with himself as a red mark appeared on her skin. "Let's see what else you like."
He started to unbutton her shirt. Charlene had similar ideas and kicked off her boots, her hands going for the snap of her jeans. With one big hand he captured hers, pinning them abover her head. Her aqua eyes went wide in shock at the sheer ease that he could hold her down. Modo's voice went deeper, an almost primal growl in his voice as he spoke, "Don't you worry about those clothes. It takes time to unwrap a gift, darlin'. And you're worth the wait. I've wanted you since I laid eyes on you, Charlene Davidson. I've waited so long for you. And now I want to make this last a long, long time."
She shuddered at his words as she felt his large warm hand on her. His metal hand undid her jeans, using his tail to pull them down her legs. And a small smile met her eyes as he slid her work shirt off. He grinned at her look, his mouth kissing down newly exposed skin. He came to the front clasp of her bra, gave her a positively evil smirk, and with a swift tug of his teeth, had her bra in pieces. The Martian laughed outright at her stunned gasp. God, she had never suspected that the gentlest of the three mice was the most passionate. She lifted her hips for her panties, but he pressed her back down with a palm to her pubic bone.
"No. Not yet," he bit out.
"Please," she whimpered. Charley's head was spinning. This Martian Mouse had gotten her so hot, so quickly! No one had ever made her feel like this, her panties already soaked with anticipation. She didn't care how she sounded, didn't care at how willing she was to beg. All the girl knew was that she wanted him more than air to breathe.
"Not yet, sweet girl." He smirked. "Eager for me?"
"Yes," she said, reaching up to his hips and trying to pull him forward. "Yes. Now, please!"
"No," he said, moving up so that he caged her body with his. "Have to be fair about this, remember?" He kissed her again, a long and drugging kiss that made her dizzy. Large hands, metal and flesh, stroked over her sides and stomach, palming her breasts and mercilessly rolling and pinching her nipples. She cried out in shock at the touch, her sounds drowned in his mouth as he kissed her. Her legs parted under him, an unconscious gesture that brought the scent of her arousal to him.
It had been so long since he'd caused a woman to make that wonderful scent. He nuzzled against her neck and bit her gently, relishing the moan and sharp spike of her arousal's scent. The Martian pulled back to truly look at the girl below him, causing an unexpected blush to stain her cheeks. His gaze quickly turned hungry as he looked at her naked form. Her delicate frame, soft cream-colored skin, and breasts that fit the palms of his hands perfectly; it was as if she was made for him. He smiled in obvious approval. "Charley-girl, you were surely made by the gods. You're gorgeous, sweet darlin', so beautiful."
"M-Modo..." she was mentally staggered by his words. She always felt like she was just some rough-and-tumble tomboy mechanic, nothing really special in the looks department. And this gorgeous Mouse thought her beautiful. All attempts at thought were suddenly driven from her head at his next move. The male lowered his body so that his weight barely rested against her, his arousal firmly pressed against her cleft. Charley nearly screamed, the friction it caused sending sweet shocks through her body. "Modo, please, please!" she panted. "I, I need,
oh god, please"--
"As you wish, darlin'," he said as he slowly, oh much too slowly, rocked his still clothed hips against her. He pressed further against her entrance as her legs came up to cradle him. He leaned down and began to kiss her once more, his tongue thrusting in a maddeningly slow rhythm as he rocked his shaft against her. It stroked every sensitive part of her, building her up again to climax. Gods above, he could feel her juices soaking through not only her panties, but his boxers too! Just the thought that she wanted him so badly was enough to make him growl deep in his chest with surpressed need.
Charlene writhed under him, nearly crying at the feel of the clothing that still separated them. Why was he teasing her like this?! She put her heels on his back, trying to push him down, anything to increase that sweet friction into pressure. He was having none of it as his tail suddenly snaked down and pinned one of her legs to the floor.
"Not yet," he crooned in her ear. "Not yet, darlin'. I want you bad, Charley-girl, but you have to be ready for me. Can you let it go for me, darlin'? Let it go, c'mon."
Charley felt that hot ache start in her core, felt it build, but she needed more than friction. She needed pressure--"P-please, Modo, I need--I need you, please!"
He finally had mercy, pulling back just a bit to reach down between them and with a barely felt pull of his tail had her panties sliding off her legs. He inhaled her unique scent of arousal. It was better than any perfume, sweet and dark like wine. Modo slid his hand down her body, past her navel and belly, down to the dark curls that protected her core. His tail wound around her leg as she spread them apart for better access, twining itself tightly to anchor her to the floor. He let his fingers slip inside her folds, with long stroke after stroke over her clit. He grinned as her body shuddered and rocked as the sensations grew stronger and sharper. She cried out as his fingers went lower, sliding one inside her passage.
The grey mouse carefully thrust his finger deep within her, watching her every expression and breath to be sure he didnt' hurt her. Gods, she was so tight! He slowly began to add another finger as she threw her head back, panting hard. Both fingers pumped inside her now, her body writhing in pleasure. Each stroke and push seemed to set her burning, her cries getting louder as the pleasure built up. Finally the girl felt the coil of pleasure building in her shatter to pieces, her orgasm crashing over her. It made her entire body contract around him, cries of his name spilling from her mouth. He kept his fingers moving even as she started to come down, and suddenly he moved up and bit her neck in a firm love bite.
To her complete shock and delight, she came again, the wonderful friction of his fingers mixing with the dull pain of the bite. She nearly blacked out as the sensations finally ended, small aftershocks making her shudder as he moved to lay beside her. Modo slowly ran his hands down her body to soothe her. He couldn't help his smile at her expression. She looked completely satisfied with the world and everyone in it. "You alright, darlin'?"
"My god, Modo," she gasped. "I--I don't think there are words for how I feel right now."
"I'll take that as a 'good job' then," he said with a smile.
"Better than just 'good'," she said, rolling to her side and kissing him softly. "There really are no words, big guy. But what about you? What do you need?"
"Anything you can imagine would be fine with me," he said softly. Oh Charley, no one has ever thought about what I need before you. "Any way you want to touch me is yours to have, darlin'-girl."
"Any way at all? Ooh baby, you have no idea what you're setting yourself up for," she said with mischeif in her eyes. She suddenly hesitated a bit, "I'd like to know something though."
"What is it?"
"Your antennae," she said, with a small smile. "Is it alright if I touch them? I've always wanted to, but I thought that they might be too sensitive."
"Oh no, its fine," he said, lowering his head so that she could reach. He'd found that humans were insanely curious people, and he smiled at her innocent question. "They're only hyper-sensitive when we share memori--sahh!" He cried out as she suddenly drew one of the red antennae into her mouth. The Martian's entire body shuddered as she pulled back and forth across his skin, pleasure spiking through him without mercy. Hot and wet, rough and soft, all of it combined to form the most intense pleasure he'd ever known short of orgasm. His member nearly wept pre-cum at the feeling, becoming almost painfully hard. He tried to catch his breath when she finally let it go, only to scream as she took in the other antennae.
What was she doing to him?! He'd heard the men talk when he was younger, about the incredible things a female could do with a male's antennae, but he'd never thought he'd experiance it firsthand. Her tongue rolled the tip in her mouth, making the grey male nearly roar at just how impossibly good it felt. Her calloused fingers stroked the other antennae, barely there touches and then a full-on grip, gently pinching the tip in time with her mouth. And then she hummed. Hummed! The vibrations shook his antennae, shook his entire body! Oh gods, she was cruel, pulling back mere seconds before his body could release, and she had the nerve to smile at him! "Was that okay?"
He couldn't stop his shaking as he spoke. "Y-you--That--Wh-what?"
She began to look nervous as his body continued to tremble, his mouth trying to work but nothing coming out. "Modo? D-Did you like that? Was it okay? I didn't hurt you, did I, oh god, I'm sor--(gasp!)"
The kiss was almost vicious, anything to still that far too tempting mouth. He pulled back from her body and rolled them both, leaving her on top. "You," he growled, "I swear to all the gods, woman, what you did was the most incredible thing I've ever felt. I want more, Charley-girl."
She couldn't help her smirk. "That's not how you ask, big guy."
His big hands suddenly gripped her hips, shifting her body down to grind against the ridge of his erection. It took all her willpower to not start rocking against him again, instead fighting the grip on her hips as he tried to move her. "What do you say, Modo?" she teased, lifting her hips up enough to just barely touch against him. The mouse tried to lift his hips up to meet hers, but she just shifted away once more. Charley smiled down at him as she rotated her hips, still just barely touching against the straining cotton of his boxers. "All I want is one little word, love," she said softly. She ran her fingers teasingly over the waistband of his underwear, making the muscles under it jump and twitch.
He bit his lip hard, unable to hold out any longer, "Please," he begged. "Charley, please, I need you to touch me."
The girl smiled. "As you wish, darlin'." She went up on her knees and leaned down to rest her body against his, in mimicry of his earlier move. He watched her every motion, almost afraid to move. So many dreams had started like this, with her right there before him, and the moment he tried to touch her, he would wake up. The girl moved forward to kiss him, and he quickly opened to savor her kiss. Tongues slowly slid against each other, learning all the places that made the other moan.
Her hand traced the line of his jaw, the fringe of fur at his ear. He groaned as she played with his earrings, lightly teasing the edge of the sensitive appendage. Her hand slipped down his flesh arm, a tiny shudder going through her as she remembered the power it contained. He could easily crush her with his incredible strength, but the very idea was ludicrous. Her gentle giant could never hurt her. Charley began to touch the hard planes of his chest, her kisses dropping back down to his neck.
He gasped as she stroked her hands over his chest, rubbing her fingers over his nipples. Her mouth wrecked havoc on his ears, neck, and shoulders with quick nips and bites of her blunt teeth. She raked her nails through his fur, the slight pain mixing with pleasure as she pulled her fingers down. It took everything he had to keep still, to give her free reign over his body. Gods above, he ached to release. But it was her turn to have fun now, and he found that he could not deny her will. His body trembled at her touch on his all-too-willing flesh.
In response, she sent her hand down the chiseled abs, past the slight dip in his navel and under the band of his boxers before reaching the thick rod Modo was gifted with. He cried out as she curled her hand around it's base, slowly moving up to the head and circling it with her fingers. "Charley! Oh sweet goddess, Charlene!" She kept her touch teasing and light, not wanting to end this just yet.
She slid down the bed, kisses blazing a trail down his body, making his breath hiss between his teeth. The girl took the elastic of his boxers in her teeth and slowly worked them down his hips and legs. His red eye rolled up in his head in pleasure at her actions, his arousal spiking unbelievably higher. Modo had no idea pleasure like this was possible with any female.
Charley found herself staring at the Martian's cock, unable to really believe her eyes. She'd felt his length and width with her hand, but seeing it was a different story. He was easily nine inches long, and two inches thick. She found herself swallowing nervously. She'd only been with two other men in all her life, and neither of them was built like this. Oh my god, this isn't going to work, its not going to fi--
A large hand suddenly cupped her cheek, making her look up to her lover's concerned face. "What's wrong, darlin'?" He'd seen the look of desire on her face turn to uncertainty and fright at the sight of his member, and he immediately sought to soothe her. I might bless my genes for making me the way I am, but it still seems to scare nearly every girl that's ever seen it.
"I--I've never had--Modo, I"--a brilliant blush painted her cheeks and her voice deserted her. Oh god, how can I be blushing now?!
A surprised look came over his face before he calmed. "Don't worry, darlin'," he said softly, sitting up and pulling her into his arms. She fit against him easily, unconsciously settling into the crook of his neck with her cheek. Gods, she's so small compared to me. "I won't make you do anything you're not ready for."
She blinked in surprise, realizing that he might be thinking she was a virgin. He's so hard he must have blue balls by now, and he's willing to stop to make me feel better. I think I'm gonna love you, Modo, and maybe I already do. "No, Modo, its not that. I just--I've never had a lover like you before," she said shyly, unable to look him in the eye all of a sudden. "I don't know if I can...if I....Modo, I don't know if I can take all of you in. I don't think I can give you what you deserve--
"Don't worry," he said again, softer this time as he gently leaned down, pushing her to lay her back on the rug. "Any pleasure I've had tonight has been all from you. Your voice, your scent, your sounds, and oh goddess above, your body. How could you not be enough?"
Charley blinked back tears at his words. How did I not see you for all this time? How did I miss such an amazing man right in front of me? She found a small smile for him, easily spreading open her legs for him to settle against her. Modo immediately shifted as he felt her align with his body, and he pressed at her entrance. He tried to find his control, to hold onto it as long as he could. He suddenly understood her earlier apprehension as he looked down at her frail human body. The Martian was so much bigger than she was, if he went too fast he could actually hurt her. The mouse couldn't stand the thought of that, and found the control he needed.
He tested her entrance with the head of his cock, her spilled juices easing his way as he slowly pushed forward, inch by inch. Charley panted, clenching her eyes shut and digging her fingers into his arms as he went. Finally, finally he was inside her, and to her surprise they were joined to the fullest. "Are you--alright?" he asked, strain clear in his voice. So tight, so tight, oh gods, yes! Yes! Hold on, she needs to get used to this, hold on, hold on, hold on--so gods, damned, tight! Yes, oh gods, YES!!
She nodded yes, biting her lip to distract herself. Good God Almighty, it felt like she was being impaled with a steel rod! But slowly, very slowly, she felt her muscles stretch to accommodate him. She opened her aqua eyes and looked at the concern etched into his face. "I'm fine," she said softly, cautiously shifting her hips. She gasped as he hit a certain spot, and the male immediately thrust forward to hit it again. She nearly screamed that time, her body quickly regaining the passion he evoked in her so easily.
Modo clenched his teeth as he fought to go slow, to give her time to adjust. But he was loosing the fight with his body. Years of celibacy were taking their toll on him, ripping his control to shreds. His thrusts gradually grew faster, harder, his moans of pleasure growing louder and louder. His tail grabbed her ankles, pulling them up and wrapping around them so that her legs were tight around his waist. Her ankles locked around his torso, helping her to meet his thrusts. She almost couldn't take it as he pushed harder and harder inside her, it was undeniable pleasure and pain together, like nothing she'd ever known before. The girl was reaching her limit when a sudden tilt, a change of his angle, hit a shocking row of hot spots. Charlene screamed as she came like a string of firecrackers, over and over and over--
The grey mouse suddenly cried out her name, his body going taut as a bowstring as he came. She shifted so that she rolled her hips against his, trying to draw out his pleasure. He gave a choked shout as it did just that, stunned as he came again, almost immediately after the first. His body was beginning to tremble in aftershocks as the sensations finally lessened in intensity. Finally he was spent, and it took all the strength he had left to pull away from her and move to her side. He tried to catch his breath, inhaling her sweet scent. "Charley? Charley-girl, you alright, darlin'?"
She fought to open her eyes against the drugging pull of sleep. The human was amazed that anyone could feel the sensations she had and still be alive, let alone conscious. "Oh, better than alright, Modo-babe. And you?" She gave a tired smirk. "Did I give you the ride I promised?"
"Darlin'-girl, you were incredible," he said soflty as he traced a finger over her cheek. "I've never felt like that with anyone, Charley. I didn't know anyone could feel like that. You're amazin', darlin'."
She curled against his warmth and smile, her eyes closing in exhaustion. "For you, baby, anytime. Anything....for you..." She drifted off into a content sleep.
The grey mouse smiled down at her before his eye closed. A hot tear traced down his cheek. Oh sweet darlin'-girl. It could never be just 'a ride' with you. I didn't just want you, that first time I saw you. I think I started loving you right then too. Gods help me, but I've always loved you.
He'd known he'd be in trouble the moment he put his arms around her shoulders at the bar. The moment when she'd taken his wrist in her beautiful, talented hands. And oh gods, the moment that she'd laid her cheek against his chest, right over his heart, and nuzzled against his fur, he knew he was lost, lost, lost.
You didn't chase after a girl your bro had claimed an intention on. It was wrong on the basest of levels. He'd been taught that basic truth ever since he was old enough to understand the concept of loyalty. And the moment he'd seen her that first night on Earth, scared and shaking and defiant with a laser pistol in her hands, he'd been quite willing to chuck that rule and all other rules of brotherhood right out the window. Modo still couldn't understand how one human girl had taken over his heart so thoroughly and so quickly.
Why did she have to look so damn sad when she talked about Vinnie not seeing her? Why couldn't Vinnie have just pulled his head out of his ass long enough to really see what he was missing, long enough to start treating her right and making her happy? Gods, if his bro had just made her happy, Modo knew that he could have handled it better, could have eventually let her go. But no, Vincent had to go and be a flirting, playboy jerk and break her heart. How that idiot could have thought he'd be able to hide how he really felt about Harley to her, Modo would never understand.
And now this had happened. He'd easily read the hunger in her eyes; the physical and emotional need to have someone to hold on to, even if just for one night. He wondered if she'd seen the same in his eyes. And gods damn him, he hadn't had the strength to deny her.
If this is all you'll want me for, then I promise, I won't ask for more. I'll do anything you want me to, be anything you want me to be. Just please, please let me stay beside you. Let me be with you, no matter how, just let me stay with you. He wrapped his arms around her, a protection that only death could break. Please darlin'-girl, let me try to love you.
