Oh No, I Shot A Spaceship And Kissed An Alien Cyberchef (At The Alien Hotel #3)

Chapter 6

Chapter

Six

LAURA

I place my hands on his chest, borrowing his strength. The firm muscles beneath my fingers flex, but he doesn’t pull away. I lean towards him, rising on my toes. Before I can second-guess myself, I plant my lips against his. It’s not the desperate, fueled moment of before. This is… I need softness. I need to be held like I matter, like there’s no reason to rush or be afraid.

When his arms wrap around me, and he pulls me firmly against his body, I give myself over to the kiss. Over to him.

“Nelan, please,” I mutter breathlessly against his lips. I don’t even know what I’m asking for. How long has it been since I’ve had someone reliable to lean on? Someone I can actually trust? Is it what I truly want?

“I’ve got you. I’ll take good care of you,” Nelan tells me. My question is answered when warmth blossoms in my chest, a happiness I haven’t felt in a long while surges through me.

My body is alive, each and every nerve humming. When his breath ghosts across my sensitive neck, I erupt in goosebumps. His lips pressing to my collarbone cause my nipples to ache, forming tight buds that just beg for his touch.

I yelp in surprise when he lifts me up. For a moment, I think he’s going to pin me against the wall, have his way with me right here in the corridor. Anyone could walk in on us at any moment… Oh jeez, I want that, I realize with some mounting horror and curiosity. I want someone who wants me that much in return. The kind of passion and love that throws all common-sense out the window entirely.

Instead of exploring my new kink, his arm pulls me close to him. My legs wrap instinctively around his hips. I can’t complain. My core is pressed close to his, and with each of his steps, my body bounces. Delicious friction has my clit pressing against his very obvious erection. I moan as each slide of our bodies sends pulses of pure pleasure through me.

And all I can do is just hold on and experience it all. I barely register Nelan stepping through a door, shoving it aside with brutal haste. Desperate need.

Beneath my questing fingers, his body shakes. His muscles are taut and firm. Whatever is between my legs is quivering.

The moment my back hits the soft mattress, I’m already reaching for his pants. My breath comes in pants as need claws at me.

“Nelan, I need you inside of me now,” I whimper, struggling with the alien fastenings. He pushes aside my hands and in one quick move strips his pants off. Did a button just go flying? Who cares? If anything… it’s so hot. He’s practically shredding his clothes just to be with me.

I follow his example, squirming out of my shirt and pants. One leg catches on a shoe I’ve yet to discard. I growl, throwing my leg around in the air like a woman trying to fight off a sentient and rabid fabric-based creature.

Nelan grabs my leg and throws it over his shoulder. And then his head… I cry out as heat envelops my most sensitive places, his tongue delving in areas that haven’t been touched in apparently far too long.

Nelan’s eating me out like a starving man. His tongue slicks through my folds, hot and wet. It glides back and forth, circling my clit, which is a throbbing bud of tension.

I’m so wound up right now, he just needs to touch it… why is he avoiding it?

I want to scream. Is he purposely avoiding my clit? This isn’t the kind of action of a guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing… no, this guy’s purposely stringing me along to new heights. Building me up, and up, and up… and…

Words tangle on my tongue. My thoughts are completely scattered. It’s so incredibly hard not to be completely overwhelmed by the sensations between my legs. I want to yell at him. I want to beg…

I refuse to beg for anything. Never again.

Before I can say anything, his eyes lift to meet mine. There’s a softness there, a happiness, that has my retort stalling. He looks like he’s suddenly at peace with the world.

“You have no idea how long I’ve desired to taste you,” he says, voice husky and deep. “I’ve dreamt of this moment. I’ve imagined everything that I want to do to you, of what I will do to you.”

My core clenches at his words.

“You’ve dreamt of this?” I ask, utterly shocked.

My cheeks flare with heat. He’s not the only one. I may have fantasized about Nelan a couple of times when alone in the kitchen, just imagining him coming up behind me and pressing me against the counters, his large form behind me…

Nelan licks his lips obscenely, looking so incredibly pleased with himself. Smug. I really want to wipe that look off his face.

Then he moans. Actually moans. “You taste so sweet.”

A frantic giggle springs from my chest. I’m trying to remember if the guy’s ever even eaten something sweet.

“I would have guessed you for a… oh… a salt… salty, bitter kind of guy,” I gasp, trying to maintain some composure.

Nelan stares down at my pussy as I lay spread out before him. Embarrassment flares up. I haven’t shaved lately. I must look so…

Nelan nips gently at my inner thigh. I yelp, but he quickly soothes the sting with gentle kisses.

“I like sweet,” he says as he looks at me with a mischievous grin. “But how do you like it?”

I feel a finger swipe through my folds, gathering my slickness. It probes at my entrance. Thick and demanding.

“Yes,” I tell him, lifting my hips.

He swirls his damn finger around, refusing me. “That’s not an answer. Do you want me to be soft with you, bring you to climax over and over? Or should I use you for my own pleasure? Cause if I do… It’ll be hard and fast, Laura. I’ve waited too long for this. So I need to know.”

I sob as his finger enters me slowly, probing and exploring. My core clenches around the invader, holding tight.

Why do both options sound so appealing? I want to be held, and cared for… but I’m so pent up right now that I need this release…. I need him.

“Nelan…” I choke out. My tongue tumbles around his name when his fingers curl inside me, stroking over se nsitive nerves. My whole body arches as my orgasm washes over me.

The whole time, Nelan pumps his finger inside me, furiously rubbing the spot that leaves me squirming and panting. He’s completely and utterly without mercy… and dear gods, I love it.

Just when I feel another orgasm building, he stops.

“Nelan!” I scream, sitting up, anger mounting. He can’t keep doing this…

And then he’s filling my vision. He’s so big that he literally eclipses all else. And he’s so different!

Sure, he’s a bit phallic rod-shaped… But that shaft has bulges on it that are very much out of my level of experience. There are thick veins and bumps across the surface, which immediately attract all of my attention. What would they feel like inside of me? I once bought a fancy battery-operated boyfriend who had all sorts of bells and whistles. It had been textured too, and it had hit in all the right spots… but instinct tells me that Nelan’s going to turn out better than any tool I’ve ever had in my arsenal.

I lick my lips, watching as a bead of cum pools at the rather flared head. My gaze is completely and utterly captured by that one spot.

What would he taste like? Would he be sweet too? Or salty and bitter?

“Tell me you want me,” Nelan says, his voice gruff. “Tell me you need this.”

His hand wraps around his cock and gives it a firm stroke. He’s rough with himself, squeezing those bumps with brutality. I can only imagine how he wants to slam inside of me, to plunge into my depths as my muscles clench him, as I cry out…

I look up at him, meeting his gaze. There’s raw need there, unmasked. His eyes are fully black, and he looks so otherworldly in this moment. Dangerous. He could do so much to me… I want him to.

The grin he gives me is feral. Like a man that’s just got permission to do whatever he wants to you and has some very, very naughty ideas.

“I don’t like either of your options,” I tell him as a slow smile spreads across my lips. He thinks he’s going to get his way, but he has no idea who he’s truly dealing with. I’m not the kind of girl to just boss around. Not anymore.

By the time I’m through with him, he’ll be the one begging me.