Intimidator (13 page)

He didn’t say why – that he was doing it this way because he couldn’t bear to keep his hands off her any longer. His eyes were probably twinkling with evilness. He sure felt evil. Damn, this was fun. If they didn’t fuck soon, they might both explode.

Interest flared in her eyes.

Still holding her gaze, he reached out and trailed his finger from her belly button downward, meandering a little when it reached the softness of her mons, circling, but then he found her clitoris. The little thing had popped out where he could easily find it. Like him, she seemed in a permanent state of arousal.

“I pray…” He toggled her clit from side to side, tracing around it and over it, amused at how she’d shivered. “I pray you make lots of noises.”

Her eyelids fluttered to half-mast and she sighed as he kept toying with her. When he explored further, his digit easily slid between her legs into her moisture.

“I hope you don’t mind your own taste on your food.”

Then he stopped, reached across to the bowl, and selected an apricot. She pulled a disgusted face and made a small unhappy squeak.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Before she could figure out why, he drew her to him, her feet shuffling, and he nipped her belly. When she squealed, he did it again. His teeth marks showed white, then red.

“Mmm.” He kissed the indentations on her skin then offered her the fruit. “Yours.”

She nibbled cautiously on the apricot with her front teeth, chewing a tiny bite.

“All of it.” Without finesse, he stuffed the rest in while he trapped her in place with his hand at the small of her back. When she swallowed, he grinned.

For a while he simply fed her cheese, bread, fruit, and sips of water.

“Sit.” He patted one thigh and waited for her to gingerly settle.

Their kissing began languorously. They found a rhythm, discovering each other with their lips and tongues, playing coy and playing aggressor. Finally he grew impatient and took her mouth properly, muffling her protests, going hard and insistent, then tasting her, licking her. Such ripe delicious lips. The best food of all to devour was the mouth of his lover.

Then he fed her some more, but this time he alternated food with playing with her breasts and her clit and scratching down her sides with his nails. He liked making her shudder. A few times she squeaked, and her breasts had the teeth marks to show for it.

“Pretty.” He stroked one of the marks then lowered his head and sucked on her nipple, drawing all of it deep within his mouth, flicking at the nub with his tongue. She shuddered and her juices wet his thigh where she sat.

Letting her sit there while he only caressed her and stroked her made her become ever more aroused. Her nipples were tight buttons, her cunt swollen and so prepared for sex he could sink two fingers into her with ease…she merely shut her eyes and arched. The clever thing was controlling her responses.

But he wanted to hear her if she came.

He took his mouth off her, extracted his fingers, and jiggled his thigh. “Hop up. Kneel in front of me. You can make sounds if you want to.”

Her expectant demonic look made him lounge back against the chair and wait.

She knelt, elegantly.

“I can make sounds?” She quirked up one brow.

“You can. And you can take me in your mouth.”

“Oh? What if I don’t want to?”

Ahh. The game ratcheted up a notch. A thrill traveled through him. Though she dodged, he seized the back of her hair in one fist. “Then, I make you.” He shook her head, seeing with glee how that also shook her elsewhere. Things wobbled on females. With steady force, he dragged her forward, made her open and take the head of his cock into her mouth.

Feigned reluctance? Yes. Her butt shifted and she hummed happily as she rode his cock all the way down, engulfing him with her moist lips.

Gods. Pleasure rocketed through him. Up and down, he watched her take him. She curled her tongue around the shaft and cupped his balls with her hands. The tip of her tongue traced around the head of his cock and he hissed out a forbidden curse. What male wouldn’t like this?

A game, this was a game they both seemed to instinctively know. Her challenging, him responding and making her.

There was only one thing he wanted more. And so, when he was about to erupt into her mouth he dragged her head up, made her stand and then instructed harshly. “Sit on me.”

“You’re so insistent.” She tilted her head and put her hands over his where they held her hips. “And if I say no?”

Fiery determination arrived. He twisted her around in spite of her squeals and protests. He slapped her ass hard, far harder than he ever had in play with Nasskia, and he forced her down until his cock probed at her softest, most intimate place.

“Fuck,” she muttered, as he sank into her. He could see his cock disappearing, impaling her. This,
this
, was what he desired. In. More. His thighs met her ass. The squeeze of her pussy muscles was sweet and tight.

He’d penetrated into her as far as he was able to and had, in some way he didn’t comprehend, made her an indelible part of him.

With his chin resting atop her head, and both arms hugging her to him, he whispered the stupidest words he’d ever said, “I wish I could keep you forever.”

Her reply stunned him.

Willow groaned and clutched at his arms. She was anchored to his lap and couldn’t get up. When a man was inside her this deep, when it was this first moment, she was often overcome with wonder.

She moaned and put her hand between her legs, making a
V
of her fingers, to feel the shaft of his cock and how it went up into her. How wet she was. She was him and he was her. One beautiful being. Only with Stom it seemed a hundred times multiplied. When he moved in her she wasn’t sure about the heavens moving but maybe an orchestra played a few damn symphonies.

She leaned back into his body as he rocked her faster on his thighs. Pleasure grew.

He’d said words.
I wish I could keep you forever.
Those words filtered in, and she, caught up in this moment of elation, of union, of raw, hot, jaw-dropping sex, she reacted without thinking, and she murmured back to him her words. They were crazy words that she wanted to take back as soon as she said them.

“Me too.”

Yet she meant them, with all her heart, and with every morsel of her being.

He gasped and hugged her tighter, his arms wrapped below her breasts. “We have to talk. After.”

With what he was doing down below, where he’d slipped his hand over hers, to play in her moisture and even worm the tip of one of his fingers into her, alongside his cock, she was lucky to manage a whimper in reply.

“You like that?” He kept the finger in her while he screwed her slow and dirty, while he rotated her clit with his thumb and brought his other hand up to grip her throat. Then he said more soft beguiling words that reinforced his power.

He bit her and his cock speared up inside her like he wanted to find her mouth with the goddamned thing from the bottom up. Her clit throbbed, as if it would explode any second, and drove all proper thoughts away to the wilderness where logic dwelled at such times of momentous fucking.

When his hand went from her throat to her breasts, pinching them then delicately circling her nipples, one after the other, the pleasures tumbled together into one – the tugs on her nipples, the bites of his teeth, the fondling of her clit, the surge of impalement. She cried out, arching impossibly while she clawed at his arm and gasped her way through orgasm after echoing orgasm. Somewhere along the way, his own climax took him.

Smiling and sated, she listened to him struggle to bring down his breathing rate.

They stayed there together, on the chair, arms entwined, mouths gently kissing the beads of salty sweat from each other’s skin. He remained inside her, and he stroked her hair and her sides, while their lust ebbed.

Reality trickled back in. On glancing down, she saw herself, which made this even more surreal. The orgasm had cleared her mind. She slipped off his lap to her knees.

When she heard him lean in behind her, she covered her breasts with her hands.

“What is it?” he asked, caressing her hair again.

“I’m insane,” she whispered.

“Why would you say that?”

“If you’re an alien, I must be. If you’re not, I am anyway.” She stayed hunched over a little, so he couldn’t see her but something alerted him.

“Then I’m insane too. What are you hiding?”

She squeezed shut her eyes, not wanting to say, then looked at him, and gave in. “This.” And she uncovered her breasts and her red nipples.

His eyes flared with interest. “Already? You’re changing. Don’t worry, it’s not dangerous.”

“What – You knew this would happen? I’ve got bright-red nipples, Stom! What’s happening to me?”

“That is my red.” His mouth tweaked upward. “It’s the pet-creating nano-chem I gave you. Your lips are changing color too. It means you’re mine.”

What in holy fuckedness did that mean?

She blinked, licked her lips, and checked herself out again. Red, as in very. “I’m yours?” A happy glow kindled inside her, and she whispered, “I am crazy. I am.” She made herself look at Stom but he only raised his brow and smiled. “I feel happy about this. Proud even. That is…so stupid with a big
S
.”

“For a pet, that’s normal. Me, it makes me want to do things. It makes me want to touch you there.” He sucked in an enormous breath. “I want so many things. I want to make you mine forever, just as I said, yet I know I can’t. And you,” he reached forward and traced the inside of her ear, and she had to make herself resist crawling back onto his lap. “You must have many questions. I also know that you’re craving me.” A smug smile crept the corners of his mouth upward.

Bastard.

But, she did crave him and she whined her distress then pulled at her hair. “This is so bloody
wrong
!”

Miserable, she pouted. If he wasn’t an alien, he had messed with her head real good. But she had very few doubts anymore. This was more concrete evidence than she even wanted. Her nipples had been normal a half hour ago. Now they were frickin
red
.

“I agree. Though right now, looking at you, I’m so conflicted.” He scrubbed his face with both hands. “Let’s go shower again. Then, I promise, we can talk about this properly.”

“Wait. So you did give me something? A what, a nano-chem?”

He nodded, looking unhappy.

“I should be wanting to kill you, but I don’t. Why?” Tears of frustration ran down her cheeks. She sniffed them back. “Okay. Shower, but promise we will just sit down after and talk.
No
sex.”

He nodded. “I promise. But only if you let me cuddle with you.”

“The big bad alien wants a cuddle?” she asked, incredulous.

He growled.

“Fine! Okay. Done. Let’s fucking cuddle.” Then she eyed his torso and those muscles, secretly breathed in that essence of
him
, and sighed. Who was she kidding? He’d have to beat her off with a stick.

This time she walked up the stairs with him, her hand in his enormous one, with this man who might or might not be an alien. Except now she was certain. She peeked at how the black stripes on his skin seemed to flow with the movement of his muscles. They were all over him, curling over his chest, tickling down into his groin, even looping around his balls. He was
.
An alien.

But at least he was
her
alien.

They showered together, excruciatingly careful not to bump into each other too much. Every time they did, accidentally, touch, it was electric. Her nipples were sticking out like little pressable buttons by the time they were done. Toweling herself down with the big soft towel was an erotic exercise.

She shook her head and followed his alien majesty’s incredibly sexy ass to the king-sized bed then gingerly sat at the foot of it. Stom sat at the top, against the headboard, and stretched out his legs for a million miles on the black quilt. From the look of his erection he was as painfully aware of her as she was of him.

She chuckled, grinning. “Guess this chem has made you all horny too?”

Though he glowered, after a second he shook his head in amusement. He beckoned. “Remember? Cuddle.”

“Fuck. No.” She swallowed. She’d never keep her hands off him like that. Or him off her. “I can’t.”

Squirming was like an advertisement saying she was aroused, but she couldn’t stop squeezing her thighs together and doing a tiny butt wiggle. She frowned at his smirk.

“I’m sorry, Willow. I promise we will just talk, but I need to touch you. Please.”

Who was lying to who here? “Fine.”

She crawled up the bed and wriggled into his side.

For a while they simply stayed like that, together, slowly enfolding into each other, and yes, touching. She’d never had a lover like this – one who felt so right to her in every way. Now that they weren’t making love, he treated her as if she were something precious.

Though they’d agreed not to be overly affectionate, they both quietly explored the other. She smelled his neck, licked a short distance along one of the black stripes on his chest where it tucked beneath his arm, and she reached up to trace the curves and marks of his face. Fascinating. As if he wanted not to scare her, for the most part Stom only stroked her back or her hair, but he watched her and sometimes smiled when she hesitated.

His tug on her hair made her look up.

“I won’t bite.”

“I know. You’re just,” she shut her eyes, “just a bit intimidating. And I don’t…I can’t see what happens to us after this. I’m scared of that.”

“Yes. Me also. Take your time. I have you until the end of the day, only after that, must I return you.”

Even that was a surprise. He had to let her go, soon. Had to. Yet he assumed she was his until then. At this piece of information, relief slid in, as well as foreboding.

Finally she stopped and curled her toes and thought of what to ask. Then she sat up on her heels, like a good schoolgirl about to do a class presentation, and she cleared her throat.