Holiday Abduction (Alien Abduction Book 6) (6 page)

Nothing like the threat of danger to make an encounter more exciting.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” she managed to utter between panting breaths.

“Why not?”

“Because I barely know you.”

“Knowledge is a prerequisite for sex on your world?”

She paused in her nibbles of his lower lip to peruse him. “It’s things like that comment that remind me you’re an alien. That and the purple skin.”

“And it’s the fact you only have a pair of these,” he said, squeezing each of her wondrous breasts, “that remind me you’re human.”

“I don’t even want to know how many boobs your women usually have.”

“It depends on their fecundity.”

She blinked, and he could almost see her mind whirring, preparing a new round of queries.

Given the erotic moment appeared to be slipping away, he forestalled any further questions by placing his lips back upon hers while his hands did their best to massage her breasts. The nipples, which crowned them, hardened when he ran his thumb over the tips, peaking into hard buds that he could not resist.

Much as he delighted in the taste of her lips, he wanted to feel those peaks in his mouth. He wanted to suck on her and hear her moan in delight.

And she did.

Even though he initially grasped her erect tips through the fabric of her shirt, she not only moaned, she arched, and her fingers clasped his head, hugging him to her chest.

With a growl, he broke free. “Take off your shirt.”

“Only if you take your…whatever you’re wearing off as well.”

Even in the midst of pleasure, she thought to negotiate. Lucky for her, her demand coincided with his own thoughts.

As she stripped off her shirt, baring her glorious breasts, he ran his fingers down the enclosure to his surface suit. It split apart, and he stepped from it, clad only in form-fitting shorts.

“Aliens wear underwear?” she asked, not without a lilt of surprise.

“I do. The suits can chafe a male’s lower regions otherwise.”

She laughed. “And it’s comments like that that make you sound almost human.”

He glared. “That wasn’t nice.”

“Oh, get over it,” she scoffed as she kicked off her boots then tugged off her pants, baring her legs and the most delicious cocoa-colored thighs. Her own undergarments were made of just the tiniest scrap of fabric, and through their laciness, he could see the thatch that covered her mound.

He knelt between her spread limbs, determined to examine her more closely. Yet once again she showed her difference from other females he knew.

She wasn’t content to lie back and let him explore. On the contrary, she seemed fascinated by him.

He sucked in a breath as she reached out to touch him. “I don’t know what’s more fascinating, the fact you have no nipples or that you have the most lickable set of abs I’ve ever seen.”

“What are abs?”

“These are.” She raked nails down his flat stomach to the waistband of his shorts.

His cock swelled at her light, teasing touch. “My form pleases you?”

“Oh, it does, purple dude. Even if your lack of nipples is making me question my sanity in doing this, here and now.”

“Live for the moment.”

“Another of your mercenary rules?”

“That one is purely mine. No one can predict the future—even if those frukxing Lojicas claim they can. Part of my personal code is to take what I want when the opportunity presents itself, else you might lose that chance forever.”

“Usually, I’d argue, but in this instance,” once again she stroked his muscled belly, “you might have something. Come closer.”

Curious at her intent, he leaned forward. She placed the palms of her hands against his pectorals.

“So smooth,” she murmured.

It seemed only fair he return the favor, albeit one-handed given his other was needed to brace him lest he crush her. He cupped a breast, and she sucked in a breath at the contact.

“You are soft,” he remarked. He squeezed the globe. “And squishy.”

She laughed. “Whereas you,” she dragged a hand low and rubbed against the front of his groin, “are not.”

Leaning forward, he brushed his lips across the tip of her breast. Her whole body quivered.

“Do it again. But this time suck it,” she demanded.

What a surprise, even during coitus she thought to keep control. He’d soon strip that habit from her.

He dipped his head lower and sucked on the erect nipple. She gasped then cried out as he bit down on the tip. He ran his tongue around the peak and then sucked at it again. Then repeated it on the other breast.

It pleased him to note she closed her eyes, obviously enjoying it. He grew bolder with her, less hesitant now that he knew she enjoyed some of the same sexual play he was familiar with. Even better, while he indulged in her responsive breasts, she touched him as well, her hands stroking over his upper chest, raking her nails on the sensitive skin.

Funny how such simple caresses could cause such an ardent reaction. His cock practically burst from its confines, determined to sink into her heat.

Vhyl alternated between pulling on her taut nipples with his lips and licking them. He gauged his progress by how heavily she panted and how hard she ground her mound, still covered in moist fabric, against his muscled thigh.

Kneeling on the bed, he stopped his decadent pleasuring of her buds to grasp her around the hips, all the better to help her rub against his leg. Whimpering cries escaped her as he placed pressure against her sex. A sex he suddenly wanted to see.

He tore the paltry lace that hid her from view. She didn’t seem to mind. On the contrary, she begged. “Touch me.”

Oh, he intended to. Arousal raged through his body, and were he more selfish, he would have just bared his cock and plunged into her welcoming sex. She was clearly ready. The lips of her mound glistened with moisture.

He knew from his studies of their kind, and rumors, that it was a common practice among humans to place kisses upon a woman’s sex. But how would it taste?

Curiosity made him eager to know. He palmed her buttocks, lifting her to his mouth that he might find out. She groaned at his first tentative lick.

Sweet.

Musky.

And her reaction? A low groan, head thrashing, body quivering. He wanted more.

He stabbed his tongue into her, tasting the visible evidence of her arousal and, in return, felt his own need peaking.

“Yes. Yes. Yes,” she chanted as she fisted the sheets, urging him on. As if he could stop now. His lips nudged a protrusion at the mouth of her sex, and she keened. Not just keened but bucked.

What was this? He located the nub with his tongue and stroked it.

She almost tore free of his grasp she reacted so violently, but not out of pain.

By all the moons in the universe, I think I’ve found her pleasure button.

And now that he had, he exploited it. He circled his tongue around it, grasped it with his lips. He barely had time to play with it before she screamed his name and arched, her body bowing off the bed.

“Vile!”

Did his chest swell that she acknowledged him so vocally? Frukxing right he did. But at the same time, her obvious climax rendered him impatient to join her.

In order to ensure she remained amiable to more coital play, he kept licking at her pleasure button, quite enjoying her violent headshakes, her mumbled gasps, the trembling of her limbs.

When he could finally contain himself no longer, he yanked his remaining garment down enough to bare his throbbing cock. Lowering her to align her body with it, he couldn’t help but growl, “Mine,” as he plunged into her wet sheath.

The sensation proved mind shattering.

For the second time since meeting her, he could have sworn the universe slowed down in its revolution around his greatness. Time stood still. His shaft pulsed in the most welcoming haven he’d ever encountered.

When reality slammed back, Vhyl knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, that something had changed, but caught up in the rhythm of plunging his shaft in and out of her channel, he didn’t bother to stop and analyze what.

All he knew in that moment was he’d never felt anything more right.

More pleasurable.

More…

He came in a hot spurt just as her sex convulsed. She climaxed again, and her muscles clamped him tight, bringing him along with her.

He’d never felt anything more glorious.

Caught up in the moment, and not eager—for once—to see it end, Vhyl folded her tight to him, his arms wrapping around her upper torso as he rolled them both until he lay on his back, her atop him, still joined at the groin.

To his delight, she was the one who plundered his mouth, engaging him in a hungry kiss that stole what was left of his ragged breath. His fingers slid into her curly hair, anchoring her head, making sure the embrace would not end any time soon.

He didn’t stop the groan that escaped him as her tongue slid between his lips. Had he ever enjoyed a more willing partner? One who made the most delightful sounds? As if to prove that point, she mewled into his mouth as he grazed pointed teeth along the length of her tongue.

Alas, while Vhyl was considered quite virile, even he required time to recuperate between sexual bouts. She didn’t seem to mind.

Although she did sigh when they finally stopped kissing. “Would it be corny for me to say that was utterly out of this fucking world?”

“If you are implying that the experience was immensely gratifying, then I would have to agree.”

“Since we’re handing out compliments, your equipment did live up to its boast.”

A grin quirked his lips. “I am a prime example of my kind. And then some.”

She nipped his chin with her flat teeth. “But you are definitely not modest.”

“Modesty is for the weak. In my culture, we take pride in ourselves.”

“Speaking of culture, are all of your kind like you?”

“Physically, yes, although our actual height and weight might differ along with cranial hair coloring and eyes.”

“I didn’t mean looks-wise,” she said with a laugh. “I mean attitude. You’re so self-assured. Confident the world revolves around him.”

“Universe,” he corrected.

“See what I mean? You are so convinced of your superiority and seem unafraid of anything. I saw how you reacted when we were in danger. You didn’t appear worried one bit.”

“Danger is what warriors from Aressotle live for. We are raised to thrive on adrenaline filled moments. Weakness is shunned. Glory is everything. The most renowned warriors from my world are the universe’s best assassins, mercenaries, and acquisition specialists.”

“Sounds like you break a lot of laws.”

“We prefer to think of ourselves as above them.”

“What of the scholars and scientists? Surely you have those too.”

“No male would ever bring such shame on his household. And if he tried, he would either be banished or killed.”

“But I’ve seen some of your technology. If you don’t create it, then how do you have it?”

He almost rolled his eyes at her question. “We take it of course. It is one of the earliest rules we are taught.”

“But that’s stealing.”

“Only if you do it without finesse.” He couldn’t help but leer as he replied, and she laughed.

“So once you leave here, where to next? What grand adventure or pirating do you have planned?”

“Plan for the future? Perish the very idea. Have you already forgotten my motto of live for the moment? Or in this case,” he waggled his hips as his cock revived itself, “live for the next climax.”

It seemed she heartily approved, given she hungrily met his kiss and her sex squeezed him tight.

But despite their second round of stimulating play, he couldn’t quite forget her question.

As they lay snuggled together—yet another new thing for him—with Jilly falling asleep—and not because he’d drugged her—he couldn’t help for once imagining what he would do once he managed to get himself off-planet. Or the better question, would he leave this world alone?

“Regrets are for losers. Own up to your actions. After all, you’re the one responsible for them.” – Grandma’s philosophy on life.

What have I done?

Well, that part was obvious. Jilly had slept with an alien.

Okay, she didn’t actually sleep, but they were in a bed.

Naked.

Limbs still entwined.

Her body still throbbing even hours later because Vile had shown her just how talented—and endowed—he truly was.

Dammit, I think he might have ruined me for human men.

Because either her lovers before were truly inept, or purple dudes from space truly did it better.

It surprised her to see his eyes closed, as if he slumbered. She would have expected him to keep watch, given his jelly enemy, Mo, was probably still looking for them.

Sleep however eluded her. The several-hour nap she’d nabbed after her second fabulous orgasm—her body shuddered in remembered pleasure—had left her feeling wide-awake.

She also felt quite sticky.

Taking care not to disturb him, she eased off the mattress and went into the bathroom. Given she didn’t know what would happen next, and the fact she was currently homeless, taking a shower seemed like the thing to do.

Of course, she could have done without the theme from
Psycho
running through her head as she stepped under the warm spray.

Comparing herself to one of those stupid women in movies who just had to bathe when danger lurked made her grimace.
At least now I can totally see why the girl in the haunted house has to get naked and take a shower.
It was probably because she’d just had sweaty sex and needed to sluice off.

Thinking about horror movies was probably why, when the curtain drew back, her first impulse was to scream. Loudly.

Vile grimaced. “Was that necessary?”

“You startled me.”

“Apparently,” was his dry reply. “Move over.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m joining you.”

Before she could protest the shower wasn’t big enough, he proved it wasn’t by getting in. Then again, there was an advantage to the tight confines. It meant he had to press his body against hers.

“I don’t see how this will help us get clean,” she said, surprised she sounded coherent, given her heart raced, her voice turned husky, and, much like a man, all her blood went south, making a certain part of her throb.

And to think she’d thought her greedy pussy satisfied. It seemed all it took was a naked alien in her shower to forget the thorough pleasure he’d given her earlier.

“Who said anything about getting clean?” Vile asked as his arms came around her. “I joined you because you’re naked. And wet. Which means you’re slippery. I like slippery. Oh, and wet.”

The way he said it, teasing, sexy, and yet utterly serious, just served to heighten her own arousal.

“Aren’t you worried someone might sneak up on us if we’re both in here?”

“For one, my detection field is still scanning for signs of danger, and two, did you not yet grasp that I thrive on danger?”

Given how she shivered, and her pussy melted, Jilly was beginning to wonder if she wasn’t an adrenaline junky too.

It certainly did add that extra element to their sexual play to know, at any moment, someone could interrupt them.

“What are the chances Jelly will find us here?”

“If his archaic equipment has any kind of decent surface scanning equipment, then the probability is high. So we should probably not delay.”

How his eyes practically glowed as he grinned and said it.

“We don’t exactly have much room,” she protested. A token protest of course. She was just as eager as him for another round.

“Turn around, and I’ll make it work.”

Or she could assuage her curiosity about alien equipment. Just in case she never got another chance. While she’d certainly experienced it, she had yet to truly see it.

Despite the tight dimensions of the shower, she managed to drop to her knees, bringing her eye-to-eye with his cock. His massive dark mauve cock and his…what the fuck?

“Dude, what happened to your sac?”

“Excuse me?”

“You have no balls.” She lifted his shaft to peek underneath just to make sure they weren’t tucked and hidden.

“Of course I don’t.”

“You mean this is normal? What is it, like some cultural thing where they remove them?”

He snorted, and it took her a moment to realize it was in mirth. “None of my kind have exterior hanging testes. Almost none of the evolutionized species do. A warrior’s most precious gift to society, after his skills and prowess, is his ability to pass on his greatness. As if we’d risk having future generations of virile perfection exposed to injury.”

While his explanation, on the one hand, served to showcase the difference between them, at the same time, it made him even more exotic than before. And besides, as she’d already learned, he didn’t need any balls to bring her pleasure or perform.

But it did raise an interesting question. “This might be a tad late to ask, but given we are compatible in the bedroom, does this mean you can get me pregnant?”

“Not currently. I have an implant to prevent my seed from taking root.”

“What about disease?” Something she should have thought of earlier.

“The medical unit on my ship removes all traces of illness and contaminating microbes every time I return.”

“So you’re clean?”

“If I grasp your intent, then yes, but also getting impatient with all the questions.”

Probably because he was still hard. “Poor, baby. Is someone horny?” she teased before flicking her tongue out to lick the tip of him.

While she’d known from the way he filled her pussy that he was built large, her up-close view really brought it home. His thick cock jutted from his hairless groin. As she lapped at his wide cap, she grasped him at the root. She felt him pulse in her grip, hard, so hard, and at her mercy.

The head, a darker color than the rest of him, barely fit into her mouth. She had to open extra wide, and he must have really enjoyed it because a strange flavor hit her tongue.

Sweet and salty. Yum.

Fingers fisted her hair as she drew him deeper, teasing him. How heady to hear this big, brash warrior groan as she played with his cock. It heightened her own pleasure to feel how tense his body grew the more she sucked him. And when she grazed her teeth along his length, he actually hissed.

“Don’t stop,” he murmured. “That feels good.”

He sounded so surprised. Surely he’d gotten head before, or did aliens not indulge in oral foreplay?

It just made her more determined to pleasure him—and, in the process, she aroused herself.

Never had she taken such delight in giving her partner head. His taste, his texture, even his soft alien words of encouragement as he slipped into another tongue, only served to heighten her own building arousal.

Her mouth stretched—it had to as he grew larger—so impossibly wide. Oh how she longed to have him sink his massive dick into her pussy.

As if he read her mind, he manhandled her—or was it alien-handled? He yanked her to her feet and spun her until she faced the tile wall of the shower. The water, still warm, showered them, making their skin slippery. His foot spread her legs as far as they could in the tub. He palmed her lower belly, tilting her ass toward him. Her pussy throbbed in excitement as she felt the tip of his cock nudge at her nether lips.

“Stop teasing,” she managed to gasp as he toyed with her, dipping his wide cap into her, only to just as quickly withdraw it.

“Impatient?”

“Horny. So get on with it.”

A beep emitted from his wrist. Despite his distracting dip in and out, she managed to focus enough to ask, “What’s that sound for?”

“Possible company.”

“What?”

“It seems someone has found us.”

“We need to get dressed.” She went to move, but his hands held her in place as he slid deeper.

“Not yet. I’m not done, and neither are you.”

Was he serious? She craned to look at him and found him eyeing her with lids half-closed, his lips curved in the sexiest grin—one that should be outlawed because it made her agree to the most foolish thing.

Or act, she should say. Trusting he knew what he was doing—and, damn, was he doing it nice!—she tried not to think of someone barging in.

It should have doused her arousal like a bucket of cold water.

She should have snapped out of the moment.

Instead, she moaned as he sank deeper and deeper.

Yes, danger lurked. Yes, someone could barge in.

Oh god. It just excited her all the more.

She clawed at the slippery tile as he pounded into her willing flesh, each hard thrust butting her G-spot, making her channel clench, until with a yell, she came, her pussy milking his thickness.

She could have sworn she heard him growl some kind of alien word before he jetted his hot cream, bathing her shuddering sex.

This time, there was no cuddling afterward. He dropped a kiss on her shoulder as he withdrew his cock. Then he slapped her on the ass and said, “You might want to hurry up and dress. They’ve just discovered we are not present in the first room and are now performing a room-by-room search.”

Turning off the faucets first, she snagged a towel and hurriedly dried herself as she strode into their room. “What are we going to do? We can’t exactly slip out unnoticed.”

“Kill them.”

“I thought you didn’t have something to kill Mo and his mini-me.”

“I don’t yet, but those seeking us are just human.”

She halted her drying to stare at him. “You mean the government guys found us?”

He nodded as he stepped into his jumpsuit—commando—and zipped.

She regarded her now grubby pants and shirt with a grimace, but her frown wasn’t from trying to yank a T-shirt over damp boobs, but his solution. “Dude, you can’t just kill them.”

“Why not?”

“Well, because you can’t. I mean they’re just doing their job. Besides, won’t killing them be like declaring some kind of alien war?”

His face turned pensive. “You might have a point. The galactic council would probably be most displeased if I annihilated Earth military forces. They’d probably put out a universe-wide call for my execution or arrest.”

“Exactly.”

“How many do you think it would take for me to kill before achieving such a splendid feat?”

“Excuse me?” She gaped at him. “You can’t seriously aspire to being a wanted criminal?”

“What warrior doesn’t? Do you know what kind of glory I would bring to my family if I single-handedly had your planet declare war on my kind?”

“No.”

“No what?”

“No, dude. No war. As in no killing. As in tuck your gun away. We’ll have to sneak out of here.”

“Are you seriously telling me what I may do?”

“Yup.”

“A female giving me orders?” Incredulity marked his reply.

“Again yes. So stop giving me that face and think of a better plan, one that doesn’t involve killing the men outside this door who are just doing their jobs.”

“You are ruining what could be a momentous occasion and a highlight in my career.”

“I’ll blow you later in thanks.”

“Why would you wish to eject air—” He stopped talking as she dropped her gaze to his groin. She licked her lips and then winked suggestively at him. “Oh, I think I understand your offer. Well, in that case...” He slid a tiny button on his weapon until it beeped and a blue light flashed.

“What did you just do?”

“Changed the setting from the laser setting to stun. I assume knocking them unconscious is acceptable?”

“Much better.”

“The things I do for coitus,” he muttered.

Disgruntled as he sounded, Jilly couldn’t help a spurt of pleasure that he’d actually listened to her. Given his claims of how women were usually regarded, she considered it a positive feat he’d paid attention.

What she didn’t consider so good, though, was the pounding on the door with the shouted, “Homeland Security. Open up.”

Should they keep quiet and pretend the room was vacant?

A fine plan except for the fact that Vile—once again wearing his John Smith glamour—swung the door open and said, “Hello. It seems we meet again. If you value your lives, and physical wellbeing, then I strongly suggest you lay down your weapons.”