My mind barely registered his question as it continued its own line of thinking. His cock pushed against my skin. I aroused him. His alien cock. Alien cock. My frenzied thoughts caused me to moan against his ear instead of explaining the ridiculous joke.
“Why did you interfere?” he repeated. A single finger pushed past the folds of my pussy and entered me.
“I thought I was helping.” I panted against his finger’s movement, unable to stop myself from pushing my hips against his hand to deepen the penetration.
Cair twisted a nipple with one hand while a second finger joined the first inside of me. “Why would you want to help a stranger?”
“I couldn’t live with myself if I read a story the next day about a dead man being found in a parking lot,” I spat out, my mind consumed by the feelings cresting from his fingers moving in and out, in and out, unable to prevent myself now from pressing my hips against his hand. If he touched my clitoris, I’d explode.
And then an emptiness as Cair released me and stepped back. His face remained impassive, but the growth in his pants appeared substantially larger. How big were the men of his species?
I met his gaze without flinching, despite being displayed before him and burning with a traitorous hunger. “What’s next?”
He adjusted his bulge, and I stifled a laugh. Males across the galaxy were all the same. He withdrew the metal disc he’d pressed on Earth that had transported us to his spaceship—yeah, I’d accepted that he was an alien. Prismatic hair and skin, monocular yellow eyes, and an abnormally large … ahem … body were quite convincing. “You will pleasure yourself,” he instructed me.
I gulped at the instruction, then silently rattled my hands inside their restraints. “How do I do that?”
“I will release one of your hands.”
My head nodded at the substantial bulge in his pants. “Change of plans because you weren’t expecting that?” I asked, entertained despite everything. Surely that was an expected occupational hazard. The memory of Xelthar’s comment about forced mating surfaced, and anger doused the heat and entertainment. How dare he get off on doing this to me! “Is the forced mating next?” I hissed.
Cair ignored my question. He stepped closer and lifted his hand to wave the disc over the glowing restraint around my right wrist. His gaze followed his movement. The restraint sprung open as he attempted to step back away from me.
Except I’d had a brilliant idea.
While his attention was elsewhere, I positioned my knee below where I’d felt the impressive bulge. And the moment he freed my hand, I executed my plan. My now-free hand darted up and closed around the metal disc he held while I drove my knee into his groin, very thankful for the muscular legs I developed from all those hours hiking Red Rock Canyon.
He howled in agony, followed by a string of words that likely were curses in his language. His hand holding the metal disc instinctively released it so he could use both of his hands to cradle his damaged cock as he curled half-over.
I waved the disc over the restraint on my other wrist. The glowing cuff released, and the light faded, leaving a metal ring. Before Cair could recover, I used both of my hands to shove his shoulders backward. It was much like I imagined shoving a gigantic boulder would be, except that, given his odd stance, attempting to protect his nether regions, he tumbled into a heap on the floor. I bent to wave the disc over the restraints at my feet.
A muffled grunt and a single pointed thump came from my left.
Right. I wasn’t the only one who wanted out.
Stepping past Cair’s prone figure—damn, they must be super-sensitive—I scurried to Xelthar Zarnoth’s side. He nodded frantically at me. I understood the directive, but hesitated a moment, uncertain if this was the right choice. There was one question worth asking. I waved the disc in front of his mouth, dissolving the glowing gag and allowing him to speak.
“Release me,” he begged. “Before that monster revives.”
“Can you return me to Earth?” I knew I couldn’t escape on my own.
“Yes, of course. Release me and I will tell you while we move our asses.”
The mix of his formal diction and colloquial Earth cursing gave me pause, but I quickly recovered, waving the disc over the Brakian’s restraints. He held out his hand. “Come with me.”
I hesitated. Cair moaned from the floor. My pussy ached from his torment.
Oh wait. He had kidnapped me and Xelthar. Now was not the time to dwell.
Decision made. I grabbed the prisoner garb off the countertop with one hand and clasped Xelthar’s massive hand with my other, the metal disc held between us. I let him lead me from the brig.
Chapter Four
Xelthar pulledme along the gleaming metal hallways of the spaceship so fast that it took all my effort not to trip. Plus, I was naked and the hallway was freezing. I staggered behind him, feeling the metal floor bite into my bare heels. Each turn of the corridor made me slam into a cold wall, the air nipping at every exposed inch, sending shivers racing down my spine. I wanted to put on the prison garb I’d snatched from the counter but there was no time to do so.
Also, holy shit, I wanted just a moment to gawk at the incredibleness. A fucking spaceship. I stole glimpses while stumbling behind Xelthar, each corridor more bewildering than the last. The ship was a curious blend of the bare metal interior of most futuristic science fiction television shows punctuated by glowing squares of a rough-hewn dark stone. The air smelled faintly of ozone and something mineral, a scent that made my stomach twist with both awe and panic.
We raced through maybe three of these corridors, oddly not seeing another soul, before Xelthar careened around a last corner and slammed to a halt. He released my hand, the metal disc staying in his palm. Before I could object, he waved it at thedoor, which swooshed open. He stepped through. I hesitated at the threshold, overwhelmed by the enormity of it all.
