I had never heard of transport arousing a female. However, she’d just been shot at and chased through the building. That was a lot of excitement, and this female appeared to thrive on a bit of danger. “I say you’re wearing too many clothes.”
For a moment, I thought they were stupid words because her hand lifted from my cock. But then she grabbed the hem of her bright shirt and pulled it off, tossing it to the floor beside us.
4
Paige
Oh my God.Holy shit. Fuck. Every swear word I could think of was going through my head. My adrenaline was buzzing. I’d somehow transported to another planet, been shot at by guards, hid under a guy’s desk only to be found and now…now I was ready for Pound Town.
I’d never say that out loud because coming from a klutzy, overweight person with frizzy red hair only sounded stupid. But I was ridiculously aroused. It was like this guy, this alien, was pumping out the pheromones like water from an open hydrant. And that only made me think of his cock, the one I was stroking. Talk about hydrant.
There was something wrong with me. Every single cell in my body seemed to be humming with raw energy. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t calm down, couldn’t stop wanting the hunk of alien male in front of me. I was a pervy hussy all of a sudden. Brazen. Naughty. I would never talk to a guy like this back home. Never ever ever.
But I needed this guy’s cock. Needed it. In me. Hard. Deep. I literally felt like I was going insane.
“Please,” I whimpered and dropped my bra to the floor. I gasped as his hand reached out to cup my bare breast. His thumb rubbed the sensitive peak, sending little jolts of pleasure to my clit. I arched my back, pressed the soft mound into his hand.
“Do you wish for me to be receptive or dominant?”
“What?” His wording was weird, but the guy didn’t have to talk at all. He’d told two underlings off for shooting at me. He protected me. Hid me. Of course, I’d had my hand on his cock, so why would he turn me in now?
“I am well versed in both forms of pleasure. Receptive?” His hand wrapped around mine where I held his cock and squeezed. “Or Dominant?” The hand cupping my breast tugged on the nipple, just hard enough to make me squirm and cream my panties.
“Yes! More.”
I guessed the yes was what he really wanted because his hands went to my hips and he lifted me onto his desk. “I am well trained in all pleasure zones. Tell me what will make you come.”
With a hand on my chest, he gently pushed me onto my back. He issued a verbal command to lock the door as he settled his hands on my knees and parted my thighs, my lower legs dangling off the desk.
A stylish midnight blue uniform covered him from head to toe. Now that he was standing over me, I realized he had to be close to seven feet tall. Silver thread had been woven through the fabric of a thick, heavy tunic, forming what looked like constellations that covered his shoulders and chest. They reminded me that he was connected to the cosmos, to another world. The color mirrored his white hair and added a touch of elegance. The same strange symbols I’d seen on the controlpanel were embroidered in a lighter shade of blue on the stiff, high collar, pirate style cuffs, and along the seams of both the tunic and pants. His uniform had more symbols woven into the fabric than the uniforms worn by the two guards who’d been chasing me. Perhaps that was how they indicated their rank? Instead of with bars and pins, like the military back home, their rank was woven into the uniform itself. His feet were covered in knee high, midnight blue boots adorned with silver buttons.
He looked like he’d just stepped out of a high fantasy novel, silver hair falling to his shoulders, striking blue eyes, cut jaw and full, almost cruel lips. Wouldn’t be difficult to believe he was elven royalty. The more I looked, the more I wanted, my pussy already wet and aching. He smelled sooooo good. Indescribable. I didn’t know if the scent turning me into a mindless, horny animal was powerful alien pheromones, special cologne, or just him. I didn’t care. Everything about him made me want him more.
With his cock exposed, all I could focus on was getting it inside me. Stretching me. Pounding into me as hard and fast as he could go. I wasn’t amazing with a ruler, but that had to be porn star inches. It was going to break me. My inner walls clenched.
Yes, please.
He shouldn’t be into me–I should’ve thought about my outfit. My cleaning uniform. Ugly khakis and the fuchsia tee shirt and my cheap three-pack cotton panties. I probably smelled like industrial soap, my hair had been dunked in water before transport, I had no idea what was in that blue water, and even worse, I’d been chased by soldiers. My deodorant had to have failed light years ago.
He really shouldn’t be into me, but somehow, he was. His cock was proof. No way this guy was desperate. He was big, brawny, smelled good, had a growly voice and seeminglyprotective nature. Everything about him seemed… perfect. Fucking perfect. I didn’t know him, but somehow, by some miracle, he’d convinced me that it was safe to trust him. Touch him. Want him. Proposition him. Come on. I’d never just grabbed a guy's dick in my life. Ever.
Thank god he seemed into it.
But why was I so into him? Sure, I had needs, but I’d never had a one-night stand. I wasn’t a virgin, but no one had ever wanted me like this and I’d never wanted a guy so viscerally in return. He’d used the word heat, and I couldn’t argue, my body was out of my control. I had an itch only he could scratch. I wanted him to suck my nipples, lick my pussy, pull my hair, pound into me until I couldn’t walk right. Oh, and orgasms. I needed, needed, needed some RIGHT NOW!
He pulled off one of my sneakers, let it drop to the floor. Then the other. Socks were flung over his shoulder. Then my pants were tugged down my legs and my panties went right along with them.
“Foot here.” He lifted my ankle and set my bare foot on the edge of the desk right where he wanted. Then the other.
Oh my god, I was open and he could see everything and–
He could see everything. Every roll, ridge, ripple.
The way he was looking at me, he saw every single bit.
“Um…” I realized then I didn’t know his name.
When he dropped to his knees, set his big hands on my inner thighs and put his mouth on me, I called him God.
