An Office Alien Christmas Collection (Office Aliens Book 5)

by V. C. Lancaster

  Zir clenched his hands. “Lois, I suggest you remove that dress faster than that, or I shall remove it for you, and it may not survive.”

  She laughed, and pulled the bunched dress up over her breasts in their matching red bra. Her necklace and long earrings fell back to her neck, her hair following as she pulled the dress over her head. Zir had learned over the course of their relationship that Lois delighted in what she called “lingerie”, which as far as he was concerned meant he was not to damage any of it when stripping it off her, as tempting as it might have been.

  Lois dropped the dress, and he took the two long steps to her, pulling her warm body against his, her skin soft and smooth against his scales. He caught her mouth in a kiss, and her hand cupped the back of his head, welcoming him. It reminded him of how it had been when their relationship was new, when they could take their time and explore each other slowly, in the light. It was almost nostalgic.

  Gently, Zir walked her backwards to the bed, laying her down on top of it. He left her mouth, kissing the corner of her lips, her cheek, her jaw, her throat. As he kissed down her chest, his hands kneading her breasts as she arched her back, he tipped his head just so, ensuring his feathers would tickle behind her ear and follow him down the column of her neck just the way she liked. The Volin didn’t use their crests to touch each other, their scales weren’t sensitive enough, but he had noticed how it made Lois sigh and close her eyes, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.

  “Zir…” she said, tugging at the feathers on the back of his head, trying to pull him back up her body. She was impatient.

  He shook out of her hold and pushed himself up. “We have three hours, my mate. I intend to use them. Tonight, we do not have to rush. Tonight, I am going to do everything I want to you.” He pulled her underwear down her legs as she stared at him, her mouth round with want. He smiled, and resumed kissing down her body.

  He had missed this, how soft her skin was, how it showed every movement her body made, every tremble. He had missed taking the time to breathe her in, to trace the tip of his nose around her belly button, to lick into it, to suck on the soft spot on the inside of her hip bone. He opened her legs under his chest, and she fit her heels to the wooden bed frame, waiting for him. He opened her wider, and kissed down the inside of her thigh, staying just there before the hollow, sucking and licking.

  She panted and writhed, circling her hips, trying to attract his mouth to her sex. “Zir… Come on…”

  He grinned against her skin. “I am taking my time.”

  He heard her huff, her body relaxing as she gave up. Then her fingers slid down, rubbing her clit herself.

  He pulled her hand away by the wrist. “You have made your point,” he hissed, then fixed his mouth over where her fingers had been, hot and wet and sweet. He rolled his tongue over her clit, and he felt how her spine bowed on the bed above. He pushed one thigh away, opening her to him, and then he set about pleasuring her until she cried out. They had a lot of missed time to make up for, and he wanted to wear her out tonight. Once would not be enough.

  He looked up her body as he circled her clit with his tongue, softly, the way that drove her wild. She pushed her hand through her hair, her face contorting in pleasure, her stomach flexing as she chased his mouth. It was a beautiful sight, one he hadn’t had in far too long. Her thighs trembled under his hands as he licked over her entrance, the tip of his tongue catching inside for a moment. He had missed being intimate with her like this. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been able to pleasure her just for her pleasure’s sake, trying to make her come rather than just get wet enough to take him.

  He could tell she had missed him too by how sensitive she was now. This wasn’t going to take long. She was coating his tongue with every lick, and her breath was coming in harsh pants, and she offered him high-pitched mewls and moans as her heel dug into his back.

  “Zir! Zir, I’m-!” She let go with a cry, her body twisting, and he fed her twitching sex his tongue, rubbing his scales against her clit until her screams broke into a higher-pitch and she collapsed against the bed.

  Zir kept kissing her, softly against her sensitive flesh, then the inside of her thighs, her mound. He was eager to fuck her, his cock hard and impatient in his pants, but he was also happy where he was, and for once, they had time. He could lick her to another climax, maybe. He wanted this to sustain her for a long time, after all, since they probably wouldn’t get this opportunity again.

  He gave her a few moments to catch her breath, then went back to her clit with a kiss and a lick. She flinched away with a brief hum, one hand reaching down for him instead.

  “Zir…” she said quietly, flapping her fingers until he gave her his hand to hold. She pulled it up to her, and he took the hint and straightened, leaving her sex alone for the moment.

  Lois sat up and unhooked her bra, so that all she wore was her jewellery. He studied her, naked and decorated with gold and sweat like a goddess, as she unbuttoned his pants. She freed his cock and gave it a couple of soft strokes, making him twitch, but he held in his reaction.

  “Come on,” she whispered simply, giving him a welcoming smile and rocking her hips closer to the edge of the bed and him.

  “Come on, what?” he asked. He had a good idea, but if he could get her to say it, he wanted to.

  She raised her face to his, close enough to kiss without doing so, teasing him. “What do you want me to say? Fuck me? Take me? Mount me? Zir, husband, my mate, make love to me, fill me-”

  With his hands under her knees, he pulled her hips out from under her, spilling her onto her back, cutting her off as she laughed. He covered her, close enough to feel the heat from her skin through his scales. He watched her beautiful face as she looked up at him expectantly, feeling her hips moving under his, searching him out, finding the head of his cock and slicking her entrance against it as he kept her pinned on the bed.

  “If you insist,” he replied, then he pushed into her, watching her mouth open on a soft inhale, her body stiffening as he filled her. His stoicism cracked as he felt her hot wet heat squeezing his cock again, and he hid his face in her neck, nuzzling her skin. “You feel so good,” he groaned. It had been too long. His cock hadn’t lost her shape completely, but it needed a moment to become sure about it. He tried not to claw her skin as it happened.

  Lois, as ever, was incapable of being still. She pressed him deeper, until her wet sex was flush with the scales of his body so she could rub against him. She moaned. “Hard, okay? Hard and fast. Please.”

  Zir growled. That was all the permission he needed. If his mate wanted to feel fucked, he would fuck her, hard and fast, just as she’d asked. He moved one of her thighs away from his waist, pressing it down to her stomach to take control and give himself more room to move. Then he slid out of her, the movement slick, his cock drenched, and shoved back in, hard and deep. He didn’t wait to set the pace she wanted, full of the impatience and frustration and desperation and need that had been building in him. He had thought to take her slow and make it soft, intimate, make it last and hold her on the edge until tears mixed with the sweat in her hair, but there would be time for that after. Now she wanted to feel him.

  He moved to prop himself up on one arm, the other holding her leg. With her hips at the edge of the bed and his knees on the floor, he had all the leverage he needed to fuck her how she wanted to be fucked. He watched her breasts bounce as she wrapped her hands around his wrists, sliding her hands over his forearms. She cried out and used her free leg to tug at his hips, surging up into his thrusts. He watched sweat bloom on her chest, her skin shining, and tipped his face towards her, the feathers at the front of his crest bending towards her. She met his eyes, and he let his lips curl into a smile.

  It became almost a mission. Lois looked down their bodies to watch his cock pump into her, throwing her hips into him with precision, wringing out the best angle and the best rhythm, and when she snapped it came out of nowhere, suddenly she
was gritting her teeth with a deep loud moan, her rhythm falling apart. She collapsed, lax, and Zir was faced with a decision. He could fuck her like this, use her body until he found his own release, or he could hold on and try to make her come again.

  He pulled out of her.

  “You didn’t…” she panted.

  He made room for her in front of him and rolled her onto her stomach, pulling her knees to the carpet. She went easily, not questioning it. He ran his hand over the curve of her ass, his eyes falling on where her wetness had spread to make her shine. He’d made a mess of her but he wasn’t done yet. He wouldn’t be until she wore his green come staining her too. He covered her back to speak into her ear as she tucked her arms under her chest to lift herself off her breasts, tossing her hair over her shoulder. He tugged her hips back against him sharply, making her breath catch.

  “I will,” he promised, his cock searching her entrance out and driving back inside. “You know I will.”

  He loved to watch her come, but he loved it like this too. He moved his hand around her hip, careful of his claws, to press the velvet of his thumb against her clit so it would rub with every thrust. Immediately he felt how she tightened. He kissed her neck and nuzzled her shoulder as he fucked her, tracing his tongue over the shell of her ear. She moaned again, tilting her head to offer herself up to his mouth. It was good his hand was where it was, because the way he was slamming into her would have bruised her hips against the bedframe without it. He didn’t care about the beating his hand was taking though, not when he was minutes away from filling her with the release he’d been craving.

  “God, Zir,” Lois moaned dropping her head and arching her back as much as she could, but he kept her pressed to the soft bed. Her voice was almost pained, but he didn’t think she was seriously objecting to how hard he was using her. He worked her clit, and she clenched around him again.

  “You’re going to come again before I stop, Lois,” he promised her, hoping it was soon, because the pressure in his cock was building. “I’m going to make you.”

  She whimpered and her thighs twitched wider. She tilted her clit against his thumb, and then he felt it, her sex wringing his cock as her whole body shook and she cried out again.

  This time he didn’t hold back. He wrapped her in his arms, safe, and jerked his cock inside her until he exploded, grunting with the force of his seed shooting into her, followed quickly by the warm languid bliss of orgasm softening his limbs.

  He relaxed his hold on her, and she patiently stayed where she was until he pulled his cock out of her, ignoring the over-sensitive shiver that the sensation sent through him.

  He kissed her shoulder again, and rested his cheek there, looking for her eyes and waiting for her to turn to him. When she did, he kissed her lips. “I love you, my mate.”

  She smiled, and there was something there as if he had done something to amuse her. “Love you too.”

  He pushed himself away from her, staggering to his feet and helping her up from the dent they had made in the mattress. She immediately sat down, and he followed her to lie back against the pillows, naked and spent. He reached across her to fold the sheets over her, fighting them out of a surprisingly tight tuck under the mattress. Her human skin would chill easily. She laughed and curled against him, and he put his arm around her to pull her closer.

  “I needed that,” she sighed into his chest.

  “Me too.”

  She smiled. “You really delivered.”

  He accepted the praise, his drooping crest springing back up. “Of course.”

  “I’m sorry we can’t do it like that at home more.”

  He tightened his arm to give her a weak shake of admonishment. “It is not your fault, don’t apologise.”

  “Mmm.” She appeared to be falling asleep.

  He shook her again. “We are not finished, we will do it again.”

  “Mmm.” She made a show of blinking her eyes wide and awake, and stroked her fingertips over his stomach idly, her nails occasionally registering little scratches through his scales. If she kept doing that, it wouldn’t be long before he was ready to go again.

  “Do you not want to shower? My seed will stain.”

  She snuggled closer. “I kind of missed it.”

  A flash of heat flooded his veins. Oh yes, it would not be long at all.

  “And they’re not our sheets,” she continued with a wicked smile.

  He hadn’t thought of that. He lifted his head, but he couldn’t see any green spots. They knew from their experience at home that the green of his come could be removed from white linens… with enough effort. “Will the hotel know what it is?” He felt a little strange about leaving his seed behind. He took pride in his nest at home, which was where such things belonged, between him and his mate. It was not for strangers’ eyes.

  Lois shrugged. “We can tell them you cut yourself or something.”

  “My blood is not green, that is a myth.”

  “They’re not going to argue though, are they?” She looked at him, and he quickly decided he wasn’t going to argue either.

  He shuffled down on the bed until they were lying side by side, their faces level, so he could kiss her, gently and deeply and slowly, kissing for kissing’s sake. Kissing was often all they had the energy for now, but somehow he had still missed it. This kiss wasn’t second-best, it didn’t include within it an apology that it wasn’t more, it was a slow exploration of his mate, her mouth, her body. He relearned her breath, her rhythm, her favourite places to be touched and his favourite to touch her. He nudged his knee between hers and stroked his hand over her side, gripping her hip, then her back, then her ass, then her breast. She lay her hand flat on his chest, then grew bolder, scratching at his collarbones and squeezing his shoulder to test the muscle there.

  He had not meant it to be a kiss to excite, but as he rolled her onto her back again, she broke it to whisper “Let me- Turn over, I want to suck you.”

  His breath hitched. That was not in his plan, but… As long as he didn’t let her finish him that way, it would be an acceptable diversion. He swallowed and rolled over.

  Lois had done this before, many times, but still he couldn’t say he was used to it. The last time had been in the shower, during a stolen ‘private moment’, and he had been able to tell that she was doing it because she thought he wanted to mate and they didn’t have time. He was not ungrateful for that, but it left him feeling conflicted, to be given a release and then to see her wipe her mouth and towel the water from her skin and remind him the boys still needed to clean their teeth.

  Now she settled him with her hands on his shoulders to press him into the bed before she wriggled down his body and lifted his half-hard cock to her lips. Zir didn’t need to watch. As soon as her mouth touched his cock, he flicked his eyes away, looking at the ceiling, the wall behind his head.

  Her mouth was- was-

  So soft, and wet, and hot. Just like her sex, but more mobile, able to lick and suck and hum.

  He breathed deeply through his nose, keeping his control, one hand balled into a fist at his hip, the other on her shoulder, tightening then relaxing, afraid of hurting her with his claws. His leg drew up, knee bending and turning wide, then he corrected himself, trying not to show a reaction. It was unbecoming to lose control, but she was trying him, oh yes. Lois pushed him as nothing else did, with nothing more than these soft, wet, hot touches, until he felt like he was splintering, fraying, bending and cracking by degrees. He had to make sure to stop her before he snapped completely.

  Lois teased him with little licks around the head of his cock, into the hole at his tip, her hand squeezing his shaft gently, almost as an afterthought, as if it was nothing when in fact he could barely stand it. When she moved on to taking him into her mouth, lowering her lips down his cock and sucking it, he let out another shaking breath. Now he could look, when she was less likely to be staring up him with that mischievous, victorious glint in her eye.

&n
bsp; Her lips stretched around his cock, covering her teeth, red and wet. Her hair fell over his hips. She focused ahead of her at what she was doing, her hand squeezing him again, slowly building up a rhythm to match the up-and-down of her mouth. He groaned. It was too perfect, the sucking pressure at the top, the squeezing at the base, as if she was begging for his come, wringing it from him.

  He jumped when her other hand found his seeders under his scales, her thumb rubbing in slow circles until hot pleasure seeped through his whole body and he shifted unknowingly on the bed, slipping into the sensation.

  That was enough. Lois was too soft-skinned for him to give himself over to pleasure and forget himself. He had to stay in control, or a stray twitch of his foot could end up scarring her with his claws. He reached down and pulled her off him. He was fully hard now, he could get back to his plan.

  Lois made a small questioning noise, which he answered by rolling her under him and kissing her, slipping a leg between hers to nudge them apart. She lifted it to his hip and pressed against him, welcoming him, and he slowed their kiss, exhaling in relief. The pleasure was more manageable now, he could see to her first. He slid his hand down her side gently. When she found his cock with her sex, she rubbed, coating him again in her arousal.

  He knew she wouldn’t be patient. When was she ever, in bed? So he answered her searching by pushing his cock into her, giving her what she wanted. He broke their kiss to take her face in his hand and meet her eyes.

  “Slow,” he told her and she nodded. He kissed her neck. “Let me make love to you.”

  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and he hitched her leg against his hip, finding the angle he wanted to rock into her. Her breath hitched, her lips beside his ear. She was just as hot and wet and tight as before, but now he took more time to feel her, feel her hipbone against his stomach, the tendon at the top of her thigh against his hip, her softness filling his hands. Her breasts cushioned against his chest, and her hair tangled around his claws. He kissed her again, her lips like home to him, and tangled their tongues together.