Alien Intent (Captured by Aliens Book 3) (12 page)

The door
was unlocked and glided open on oiled hinges and a wayward breeze. A lot could
be blamed on the wind—like opening the door. She pushed the door open, peeking
around the edge, confidence and anxiety at war with each other as she stepped inside
the dark room and closed the door behind her. Her ears pricked, trying to
detect the slightest sound.

“What
are you doing in here?” a voice spoke from somewhere inside.

She
nearly jumped out of her skin. A light flicked on and she saw Dar standing in a
hallway. He frowned, looking impatient and irritated at having his domain
invaded. Seeing she’d found the right house sent relief spiraling through her,
and then her anxiousness returned. What was it about him that made all her
sense hitchhike out of her brain?

Jasmine
cleared her throat. “So this is your house…”

He
smirked, crossing his arms and leaning a shoulder against the wall. He looked
good in uniform and better without as he was now. His shirt and pants clung to
his muscles the way she wanted her hands and lips to. “I trust you weren’t
looking for someone else,” he said.

“No.
Just you.” She leaned her back against the front door, glad for the distance
separating them.

“What do
I owe the pleasure of this visit?”

She
pinched her bottom lip with her thumb and forefinger, thinking. “I wanted to
thank you for the gift.”

“It’s
the least I could do, putting you out on that little trip of ours. You never
did get to see much of our world. Maybe you will let me try again in the
future.”

“I’m not
sure I should accept it. The gift or another tour.”

He
shrugged. “You’ll do what you want to do. I’ve learned that by now. Women
always do. A man could spend a lifetime trying to figure you out.”

“I
thought that’s what you wanted.”

He
sighed. “And you? What are you really here for, Jasmine? It’s not to tell me
thank you.” Dar straightened off the wall and crossed the room to where she
stood. His nearness made her pulse quicken in dark, hidden places.

She
cocked her head to the side. “I don’t know.”

“Don’t
you? You came looking for trouble. You came here to join me in bed.”

“How
would you know?” she said, narrowing her eyes—still in denial.

He gave
her an incredulous look. “I hadn’t anticipated you would come to me so boldly.
You continue to surprise me,” he murmured. He grabbed her bicep, pulling her
flush against his body as the other hand cupped the small of her back.

Even
with her sight adjusted to the dimness, his face remained cloaked in shadow.
Truth was, she had come here to sample the goods—she just hadn’t made the
connection until seeing him. The firm grip tightened as he leaned forward,
dipping her backward and keeping her off balance and needing his support. She
gasped, tilting her face up as he locked his mouth over hers in a soul searing
kiss. Suckling her tongue, he toyed with her, leaving her hungry for more. He
ripped away to scoop her into his arms with an agility that took her breath
away.

Had she
had time to react, she would have shrieked when his powerful arms supported her
full weight in the air. Spinning around, he treaded back through the hall as
she clung to his neck and chest, shuddering with excitement at the unknown.

He
kicked the partially closed door wide open, knocking the handle against the
wall with a noisy bang. Light streamed through gauzy curtains, shafting over a
bed draped in deep purple satin sheets and a black coverlet. Without preamble,
he dropped her to her feet and gave her a push, forcing her to fall backwards
into the soft mattress with another gasp.

“This is
fast,” she squeaked as he grabbed her ankles in his warm hands.

“I’m
tired of waiting for permission,” he ground out, dragging her pants down her
hips in one fell swoop. “Sometimes you have to take what you want or you’ll
never have anything.”

Light
and shadows played on his face, making him look intense and sexy as hell. He
lifted his simple black t-shirt up over his head, revealing the musculature of
his torso that had her near drooling before. She shivered and followed suit,
removing her shirt and casting it off to the floor, leaving her with only a
thin scrap of fabric covering her pussy—she’d managed to find the panties
hidden in the back of a drawer like contraband. She was glad she’d had the
forethought to trim the hair down there in a small triangle.

Leisurely,
he unbuckled his belt, drawing it through the loops of his soft leather pants
before dropping it on the floor. A scar marred his belly, freshly pink but
remarkably thin and healed. Slowly, eyes locked on hers, he unbuttoned the buttons
on his fly and shrugged them down his hips to unveil his fully erect cock. To
say it was impressive was an understatement—the big, tall man had a package
that matched. She squirmed forward, tightening her thighs as she imagined
trying to engulf the whole of him inside her.

“Let me
taste it,” she said, impulsively curious and grabbing his shaft to urge him
closer. The moment her hand locked onto him, he groaned. He dug his fingers
onto the crown of her hair and flexed his hips as she took a tentative lick.

He
smelled freshly bathed, lightly fragranced skin and all him, and the clear bead
on the head was unusually sweet. He jerked. His breathing quickened as she
guided him fully into her mouth and back out again in a teasing motion. With
her free hand she touched his stomach like she’d been craving for what seemed
an eternity—he was just as hard as he looked, and her fingers couldn’t seem to
touch him enough.

“Now
who’s the tease,” he said hoarsely.

“Don’t
rile me when there’s teeth involved,” she said just before giving him a long,
hard suckle.

“Yes,
ma’am,” he croaked, nearly buckling to his knees. “I’ve wanted those beautiful
brown legs around my hips. I never imagined your dark lips on my cock.”

His
reaction spurred her on. She noisily sucked, moving and twisting both hands in
counterclockwise movements on his shaft as she tortured the cockhead with her
tongue and lips. Incredibly, he swelled in her mouth, and the veins on his
shaft hardened to such a degree she thought he might burst. When he did, it was
a sudden gush she hadn’t been prepared for, nor was she expecting the strangely
sweet taste of his come in the back of her throat. She’d never been one for
swallowing, but she did, sucking him harder until his hands in her hair began
to hurt. She released him, looking up and wiping her mouth.

He
looked pissed. “You robbed me,” he said angrily.

She
grinned. “That’s a little unexpected. Most men would kill to have the blowjob
first. You’ll be able to last longer now.” She cocked her legs open, watching
his face for every nuanced reaction. A glazed look came over his eyes. He
blinked it back quickly.

“You
doubted I could please you?”

“No. But
I want to enjoy this for a long time. You know, there’s a saying on my planet,”
she murmured, pushing her fingers into her panties to play with her clit as he
watched.

“Mmmm?
What is it?” He got onto his knees between her legs, roughly pulling her to the
edge.

“The
blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice.”

He
swallowed audibly, hooking fingers into her drenched panties to haul them off
her legs. “I’ve developed an insatiable appetite for your plump berry.” He
shoved her back onto the bed, slipping his hands underneath her ass to cup her
to his hungry mouth. “I see the sweet cream gathers, ready for my sup.”

Fuck he
liked to talk and turn her on. She trembled, clawing at the sheets as his hot
breath fanned across her moist flesh. Calloused thumbs massaged the ample
under-curve of her buttocks. Her body tightened in anticipation. She couldn’t
breathe waiting for that first touch. As if knowing she was on the edge, he
moved in slow motion, kissing a path up one inner thigh, nibbling a trail
across her outer lips. He nuzzled her lips apart with his nose. He nipped and
licked her soft skin until he found her swollen clit. She bucked in his hands
as he sucked her inside his mouth like a bit of candy.

“Holy
hell,” she moaned, grinding against his face. She couldn’t tell who groaned
louder, her or him. When his grip shifted and rested her on the bed, only to
part her thighs further apart for his mouth and fingers, she forgot to breathe
or think anymore. Releasing her clit, he pinched it with his fingers, stabbing
her tender core with his tongue. The warm, wet slide inside her was more than
she could bear. She bucked and twisted her head, biting her bottom lip,
breathing through flared nostrils.

Dar
repeated the move, provoking a similar reaction out of her. He rubbed her
swollen bud, tongue fucking her and curling his hot wet tongue as deep as he
could inside her. She twisted on the bed, gasping and moaning as if she were
dying from the little death. The muscles of her core and belly tightened and
relaxed, grasping for that ultimate precipice.

He
lifted his head, continuing with a maddening circular massage of her clit and
giving her a brief respite from his tongue. “It’s easier if you hold still.”

“I
can’t. Just put me out of my misery already.”

He plunged
his thumb into her core, hooking it upward and rubbing a rigid band of flesh
within that tightened her
pleasure into a coil.
Her insides constricted on a delightful spasm, a precursor of pleasure
beginning to unfold.

“Fuck…me,”
she breathed, looking at him with lust drunk eyes that mirrored his own.

“As my
lady commands,” he said, crawling onto the bed and up her body. He hooked one
of her legs over his forearm, widening the space for his hips to cradle against
her pelvis. His cock nestled in her wet slit, maddeningly slipping back and
forth across her engorged flesh.

“Am I
doing this right? Think you can handle all of me?” he asked in a hoarse,
teasing tone.

If she’d
been better equipped to spar with him, she’d have torn him to pieces, but right
now
she was facing a desperate crisis—she needed
him inside. She craved the closeness of his body, the connection before she
came. “Give it to me and I’ll let you know. You know you’re torturing me, you
bastard,” she said through gritted teeth, clawing at his arms to urge him
onward.

He
grinned darkly, flashing white teeth and his charming smile that made her want
to smack him. He knew exactly what he was doing to her and he enjoyed making
her beg. “Some of us haven’t come yet,” she gritted out.

The
slippery glide became a push, stretching her opening impossibly wide. Every
nerve and muscle stood at attention, suddenly focused on welcoming a foreign
invasion. Her body creamed, accepting his girth as he agonizingly forged a path
to her womb and sank to the hilt. Pinned beneath him, she could do nothing but
accept the full brunt of his thrust. She whimpered, arching her head back and
loving every torturous minute. Her pussy trembled, the nerves quickening with
impending orgasm. Try as she might to extend the lovemaking, she’d done a
terrible job with her own patience.

“I want
to feel you come around my cock, sweet Jasmine.”

“Move.
Pound me into the bed, Dar,” she begged, grasping his arms and urging him with
her eyes.

He
obeyed, unable to look away from her imploring look. The time for teasing was
done. There was only now, with the feel of each other, hot and grasping, wet
and clinging. He dropped her foot to the mattress, leaning over her with her knees
in the air, gathering an arm behind her back to draw her closer for his loving.
She gloried in it, sucking her belly in and rolling her pussy against him in a
grinding match that made her core twinge with impending orgasm. The rocking
motion of his hips carried her along on the ride—she couldn’t stop or hold back
any longer. White hot heat engulfed her from the inside out, making her toes
curl and her eyes roll back in her head. She lost herself in the pleasure,
hearing her moans and whimpers and his groans mingle in the air. Electric
tingles coursed through her veins, sweeping like a sensual song through the
fiber of her being.

And
before one orgasm could complete, another followed on its heels, smaller,
tighter than the last, but no less intense or enjoyable. Every thrust seemed to
push another out of her, grinding on her clit, and she continued to milk his
shaft until he’d gone flaccid inside her and collapsed on top of her chest.
Their heavy breathing was all she could hear for several minutes, and then her
world crashed, her heart slowed, and a slow seepage of pleasure warmed her
muscles in a tingling aftermath.

The fact
that they’d done the dirty without protection occurred to her. With him half on
top of her, she tried not to panic, but she stiffened her spine.

He
lifted his head, lazily kissing the side of her neck. “What is it? I can tell
something is the matter.”

Shit!
“Nothing.” An entire host of consequences assaulted her brain all at once. She
wanted to crawl inside the mattress and never come out.

“Did I
not do as promised? I felt your pleasure join mine. You cannot deny it.” He
traced a circle around her breast, making her nipple harden with the promise of
touch.