Nicolas: Love me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance (8 page)

Janis took her fingers and traced his neck, loving the feel of the thick column. Moving down, she traced his shoulders before leaning over to bury her nose in his shoulder, once again breathing in his smell.

“You smell so good, Nicolas.”

“Thank you, Angel.” The sweet fragrance of her heat had his fingers twitching to touch. Drawing his fingers in, he waited for her next move.

She took her time drawing a line down the center of his back with her fingers and following it with her lips and tongue. Then she caressed his shoulders, allowing her fingers to flow over them and knead into them.

Her fingers covered what could’ve been letters in some ancient Egyptian text.

“Did you get this tattoo after you came here?”

“Yes. I got it many years after we landed here.”

“How long have you been here?”

“Close to a hundred of your years.”

She stopped and coughed with her surprise. How old was he? She didn’t want to know when she was currently caressing his body. She’d ask later. For now, he was thirty, thirty-five, or even forty. All of these were numbers she could live with.

“What does it say?”

“The Created in our language.”

“The language of your planet?”

“The dominate language of my beast.”

“It’s beautiful. She traced her fingers over each letter, and then followed by using her tongue on him. He shivered, letting out a deep sound that thrilled her to the core of her being.

She licked her way down his back, stopping at the small of it. She bit him there and he shivered.

She was back at the waistband of his pants, but this time she felt more confident. She tugged on the pants.

“What do you want, Angel?”

She licked her lips, listening to his slightly erratic breathing. Feeling more confidence flood her, she spoke.

“Take the pants off.” She bit her lip wondering what he would do.

He gave a growl and waited for her to move. He flipped over on the bed as she kneeled beside him.

She watched as his long lean fingers went to the button at the top of his pants and undid it. The rasp of the zipper made her already frayed nerves jump a little more. Her uncomfortably dry mouth was parched like the desert sand as her eyes strained to catch every movement of his fingers.

He lifted his lean hips and pushed the pants down, uncovering the rest of that sexy V and the smattering of hair leading down to what she craved to see.

He teased her by revealing himself inch by torturous inch. She felt her breath hitch in her throat as the tip of his cock came into view. It was caught in his tight pants, not allowing it room to move. As soon as his pants cleared his cock, it sprang up, long and thick.

There was no more hitch in her throat. Instead, there was a big ball of something, making it impossible for her to breath. He was magnificent. She would endure a thousand hands on her for the chance to touch him there. She gave up on breathing and was glad when she realized she was getting air through her nose. She may live long enough to grasp him in her hands and touch him with her tongue.

He slid the pants off and laced his hands behind his head again. He lay there strong and proud, knowing she was pleased with what she was seeing.

She reached out to touch him with trembling hands. There was no teasing or pretending she didn’t want to touch. The tips of her fingers brushed the head of his erection. The breath she’d refused to let go came out in a gasp of exhilaration as she ran her fingers down the side of his cock.

His indrawn breath and the slight shaking of his legs made her feel heady and powerful. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his thick cock. She almost choked on the groan of need that escaped her lips. Intense feelings rocked her. Little threads of fire, his pleasure, rocked through her hand to the rest of her body.

“You like this.”

“Your touch is so sweet, Angel.”

“You like it like that?” Her voice was unsure. Was she doing it right?

“Grip it tighter, Angel.”

“Tighter?” She grasped his cock firmly in her hand and tugged upwards.

The sensations that assaulted her forced a loud keening sound from her mouth. The need for something more rocked her making her stomach clench with need. Desire swirled around her invading all her senses. Without thought, her tongue licked the head of his cock capturing the bead of liquid tempting her.

“Angel?” His voice came out thick and rough, giving her pause for a moment before she continued.

Drowning in the taste of him, she placed a kiss on the tip. A promise, filled with need and desire. Silencing the voices in her head, she opened up and took him in her mouth.

Her sounds of pleasure vibrated around his cock. The taste of him matched his scent, the wildness paired with sophistication. She needed more. Greedily, she sucked harder. Nicolas’s body was shuddering under her. His voice was coming out in rugged pleas for her to suck harder and faster.

She went back to his delicious cock. The taste and the feel of him made her want to stay in this moment forever. Her mouth and her hands explored him, licking him, tasting the fabulous juices leaking from him.

She looked up into his glowing eyes and smiled, his beast peeking out at her. The sight made her even hungrier. Her grip tightened on this thick cock sliding over his velvet lift softness as she sucked him harder.

Later she might touch herself as she thought about the taste of him in her mouth, but now she needed what he was holding back from her. She desperately wanted that taste exploding in her mouth.

Drawing him in deeper, she heard the roar come out of his mouth before his body shook uncontrollably. The hot gushes of liquid filled her mouth, causing her to gulp before she swallowed.

“So good,” she moaned as the next burst hit the back of her throat. His body continued to shake and she swallowed until there was no more.

Janis looked up with bright eyes and licked her lips, smiling like a Cheshire cat.

Chapter Ten

Janis was floating on a cloud. Touching Nicolas, taking him into her mouth, was the most incredible thing she’d ever felt. It felt so good to touch. Her mouth quirked up into a self-satisfied smile. Everything would be ok, if not for the persistent throbbing between her legs.

Her pussy was so hot all she wanted to do was touch it. What she really wanted was Nicolas to touch her. The thought of his hands that were rough from battle yet gentle enough to heal touching her nipples or touching her pussy was enough to make her push her over the edge. Yet, some unreasonable fear of grabbing what she wanted stopped her.

She eyed the edge of the bed, looking for a way to gracefully escape into the bathroom.

“Angel?”

“Huh?” She had to get out of the room before he saw how needy she was.

“Can I do anything for you?”

“Like what?” Her voice came out with a painful squeak. Could he tell?

“Anything you need, Angel.”

“No.” She lied with lowered eyes. “I just need to go to the bathroom.”

“Janis, are you sure? Remember, I would do anything for you.”

She jumped up from the bed. His cock was already at half-mast and rising fast. How could she trust herself not to reach over and grasp it in her needy hands and fill her empty mouth with his delicious thick cock again? Could she be trusted not to beg him to invade her body, to show her what it felt like to be ridden hard by a male?

The bathroom was her safest recourse. She slammed the door behind her and leaned against it panting, like she’d just run and won the race of her life. She pushed off the door and paced the floor. Her skin was tingling and shivers racked her body.

Stopping, she stripped off her clothes, hoping that would help her cool down. No such luck. Finally, she turned to the shower. A cold shower helped when a body got overheated and she was beyond burning up.

She stepped into the shower and turned it on cold, while she hovered near the back wall, not wanting the cold water to touch her hot skin. Taking a deep sigh, she acknowledged she’d just have to take matters into her own hands.

That sigh of dissatisfaction came forth again. She wanted more, needed more. She brought her fingers to rest on the throbbing pulse at her neck. Closing her eyes she remembered how she touched the thick column of Nicolas’s neck. The throb of his pulse under her fingers, and the aroma of his wildness in her nose.

She let out a low noise, enjoying the memory almost as much as the actual touching. She trapped her tongue between her teeth as her trembling hands began to move down her torso. What would it feel like to have his incredible fingers touch her? To have him pinch her nipple and roll her breast between his hands before he tugged on her nipple, making her juices flow?

The feel of her body releasing those juices caused her legs to shake. The wetness of her pussy made her ache making her burn. She needed him. Wanted him.

“Angel?”

The sound of his voice startled her, making her freeze in place with her nipple caught between her thumb and forefinger. Turning her head, she looked at him. His eyes were shining, his beast was close to the surface.

A high pitch sound wrenched from her throat as a spasm hit her belly. It felt so good, she wanted to drop to her knees and beg for another one.

“Do you need something?” The sound of his voice in her ears made her want to claw his back as she begged him to take her. How could one male sound so good?

“I.” Her words came to a stop. What could she say? Please touch me. Make me cream all over you.

“Let me help you, Angel.”

How could she say no to that? Her body tightened as she thought of throwing all caution to the wind and simply saying yes. She looked at him, allowing her eyes to show her need and her agreement.

Nicolas reached in, turning off the water. Then he held out his hand to her. Janis gazed at his hand with trepidation, knowing this was it. If she were brave enough to surrender herself, there would be no going back. With a deep breath for courage, she took small steps forward before finally grasping his hand. She stared at him baring part of herself to him through her eyes.

Grabbing a towel, he dried her off then picked her up. “Let me touch you, Angel.”

He stood, waiting, until she gave a small shake of her head. Smiling at her acknowledgement, he took her into the bedroom and lay her down on the bed.

“Not too much. Just enough to make you feel good.”

Janis nodded her head, looking at him with big eyes. How could she want him so much and still be nervous about him touching her? She felt her body shiver in anticipation, she was well past the point of saying no. All she wanted was to be touched, for the ache that was burning her up to be satisfied.

He lie down on the bed with her, wrapping her in his wildness. The primitiveness of the beast combined with the sophistication of the male had her heart beating fast.

The kiss he placed on her lips was gentle and soothing. Oh, he could kiss, but she didn’t want gentle or soothing. She opened her mouth and sucked his searching tongue in. She gripped his arms, trying to get closer as he deepened the kiss, leaving her wanting more. “Please,” she said incoherently. Just let me know the feel of him once.

The feel of his tongue sliding over hers was making her ache increase. His tongue thickened. The texture became rougher, tickling her tongue, using seductive in and out movements to make her body thrust up and down with need. She whispered his name around his wicked tongue.

He moved to the side of her neck, licking and biting her. He nuzzled her there, causing her breasts to tingle. He reminded her of a big cat wanting to play.

Play time was over when he dropped his head to her breasts and licked at a nipple. Her body trembled, heat searing through her. Her shout came out as ‘please more’.

Her nipple tightened and throbbed when he sucked it into his mouth. Her core melted as shards of fire hit her belly first and then snaked down to where hunger pooled between her legs.

She felt her body twisting as she tried to relieve the growing hunger inside. Nicolas held her tight, not allowing her to touch herself as he sucked and played with her nipples, making her scream with need.

“Please,” she begged, her body so tight with want.

He flashed her a smile, showing her a hint of his fangs, before he licked and kissed down to her abdomen. She felt him kiss her mound and took a moment to rub her hungry sex against his face. Small shafts of delight ran through her body.

“I need more.” She was nearly breathless as she spoke.

Taking his finger he stroked the seam of her sex, making her cry out.

“Do you like that, Angel?”

She panted, trying to find her voice. “Yes, Nicolas. More.”

He licked her clit, bringing tears to her eyes, as she lifted her hips, grinding against his face.

His tongue and fingers played with her, keeping her on edge. Keeping her begging for more. He looked up and gave her a wicked smile before she felt his tongue penetrate her. His incredible tongue was giving her sensations without pain.

She screamed as her body tightened up. Her hips moved of their own accord, sliding up and down on his talented tongue. She felt his tongue flick upwards and hit her sensitive core. Her body prepared itself as her cream flowed even faster.

Again and again he ravaged her until she couldn’t take one more lick. She came apart on his questing tongue and his talented fingers on her clit.

Her body shook and she keened her rapture, not caring who heard her. The hands that were clutching his hair, unbeknownst to her, finally began to relax. A goofy smile took over her lips and her body relaxed into the small zings of pleasure that were still assaulting it.

She met Nicolas’s eyes to see a look of pure male satisfaction in them.

He lie down next to her, stoking her back. “How do you feel, Angel?”

“Incredible. Marvelous. So freaking good I could shout it to the world.” She gazed up at him with a silly grin on her face. “Why aren’t you saying anything?’

“I was scared you might hit me if I reminded you that you would beg for it.”