Alien Mate

by Gloria Martin

  I take him out and say, “You don’t have to tell me,” I say. “I know my shit’s the bomb.” In this moment I have to prove my power and show him that no matter how much money or power he has, I will be the one in control from now on.

  I slide up his white chest and put my lips around his pink nipples before continuing on up to kiss him. Running my wet pussy along his chest, I bring it up to his neck and chin until I’m sitting on his mouth.

  “Here’s your dessert, Denny,” I say, pushing my clit on his mouth. “Make sure you get a really good taste.”

  Below, his eyes are wide with bliss and he shoves his tongue deep into me, curving it slightly upward. With my hips lightly dancing around his face, he uses his hands to cup my butt and guide me. I don’t want to crush him, but I want that tongue to get as deep as it will go. His brown hair, his blue eyes, his white skin—it’s so amazing to see my dark pelvis grinding against him.

  “I’m in control here, Denver,” I say. “Do you understand?”

  He nods hard and rubs the edge of my clit in the process.

  “Now before I let you in me again you better beg for permission,” I laugh.

  He nods again, and when he realizes that hitting my clit drives me wild he focuses all of his energy there. Swirling his tongue in circles, his long, ripped arm stretches up to me and holds my neck and shoulders. The other hand pats my bottom playfully, and I start bunny hopping with my fingers twisting my nipples, letting myself find the verge of orgasm.

  “No, baby, you can’t have this yet,” I moan, rolling off of him. The truth is that when I orgasm I want to fall asleep, and right now I’m teetering on whether or not I can handle two. Instead, I turn over so that I’m facing the opposite direction, bend forward, and put his dick in my mouth. I’ve never sixty-nined before, and from this angle his balls are so trimmed proper I can’t help but open my mouth as wide as it will go so that my lips are covered with his skin. Wobbling my ass with one hand, Denver’s other thumb is in my pussy, diving in, diving out, his tongue making figure eights around my clit. I open wide and take the dick as far in my mouth as it will go, which is really far, and I let my tongue jive on it for a minute so he knows that I’m enjoying the flavor.

  I begin to twerk it for him so that he can free his other hand, and when he does, he chooses to go for my breast. He knows I like my nipples tweaked, and right now he’s working me everywhere. I’ve never been filled in every spot like this before.

  Well, almost every spot. I don’t know if Denver’s ready. I’ll let him guide me once I’m done getting the flavor. I pop him out of my mouth and whisper, “You’d better not bust,” half joking, but really serious. Even though I want to swallow his load, I won’t risk him going limp. I need him to hit it, and I need it now.

  He nods in response, and starts tapping my butt fast, as if to say, Then you’d better stop sucking because I’m about to!

  I take him out and raise my pussy away from his mouth, as I do his head comes up, trying to keep it on his lips. I like that he’s already starting to acquire my taste. I feel like being spontaneous so I get off of the bed and walk around. With the curtains drawn, all I need to do is make sure the bedroom door is locked before I get really freaky. I haven’t shown him anything yet.

  “Denver, this is going to sound crazy,” I say. “But I’m about to fuck your shit up. Like, if you bust, you’re in trouble.” I go to the door and turn the lock. “I’m locking this door because I trust you, but I don’t fully trust you. Do you know what I mean?” Walking back toward him I let my breasts sway, and I pose myself in the sexiest way I can imagine.

  “You’re speaking my language,” he says. “I want you to trust me. Do whatever you have to do.”

  “I’m just warning you,” I say. “This pussy ain’t about to be like anything you’ve ever had. And once I start working it, I’m going to start letting myself love you, and once I start letting myself love you, you are going to get addicted to this pussy. You may have to change your whole lifestyle in order to compensate for the fact that you need to dive in, fuck, lick, taste, and share it with me. Now who is the one making the demands?”

  I have him at a standstill, here. His eyebrows sit high on his face, his eyelids wide as well. The smile is something I want to remember forever, like what I just said is what he’s needed to hear, what he’s wanted his entire life and never got until this second.

  *****

  “That’s what I need, Tara,” he demands, readying himself for me on the bed. “You’re safe here. Nobody knows we’re here. Everything is fine.”

  “We’re safe here? The car is in the street. What if someone finds you?”

  “They won’t know which house to look in, and it’s fine because the car is registered to me and so is the house. If one of my employees wanted to find me, they could if they wanted to, but all of them are contractually obligated to not come and find me under the current circumstances.”

  “Whenever you or the girls talk about the contract my eyes start to glaze over and I pretend I’m watching an old movie.” I’m not lying.

  “Well, you’d better stop pretending,” he says, sitting up on his knees, clenching his muscles, and stroking his shaft. “Because that contract is going to become more important to you than you can imagine. It could save you. Protect you. You can have the biggest shield imaginable. Do you want to know what it feels like to start over? Do you want to feel protected? Do you want to know that someone in the police department works for you?”

  “Is this what’s getting you off? Because if so I’m getting dressed.” I let my posture slouch.

  “No, I just can’t resist looking at you, Tara,” and he’s telling the truth because even in silence he keeps beating it.

  “Well, stop,” I bark. “That cock is mine. And it’s going to wait for me. If I see you touching it again, I’m out. Put that in your damn contract.” I sound so sassy that I can’t help but smile at my own dumb attitude.

  “Okay, I’m yours,” he says, taking his hands away. I don’t actually care, I just wanted to see if he’d listen. And he’d did. So now I’m about to reward him.

  “Okay, you’re mine,” I mock. I stare at him, scanning, contemplating what to do first. I first try to count all of his muscles, more for my enjoyment and to keep his anticipation growing. “Why don’t you get off the bed right now until I tell you to return.”

  He gets down on the other side and takes a step away, giving me enough room, whichever side of the bed I decide to enter from. I climb up to the bed and get on my hands and knees. I want to make sure I’m comfortable so I take a few of the pillows and put them under my belly so that my backside is nice and perked up in the air for him. I want him to be able to come in and hit it from a downward angle, that’s my favorite way to begin. I put my hands forward so that my fingertips are against the bedpost, my back stretched out, taught, and I give my butt a jiggle for good measure.

  “Okay, I’m ready,” I say. “Get up here and show me you can handle it.”

  “Thank you, Tara,” he says, climbing up after me. With my ass so high, he’s between crouching and standing, but that’s how I need him in order to get him in deep. The bed bounces a little, but it’s an expensive bed so it molds to our needs. Once he’s in position, I feel his crotch and balls against my backside as he narrows the head of his dick. It tickles as he plays with it around my ass, but then he continues on lower until it’s at the opening of my lips.

  “Yes, get it,” I say. “Tell me that I have permission to scream.”

  “Tara, you have permission to scream,” he says.

  “I don’t want anybody to hear me,” I say. “I’m embarrassed. And if you want to get it right I need to know.” This isn’t like me. With it popping, encouraging his dick to land, I realize that he never answered me about how weird Jill and Gloria got. I haven’t been around Mae Lin, but I’m sure if I was I would have seen some strange quirk.

  “Why were those other chicks acting like that?�
� I ask. “Tell me why Jill said she knows. Tell me why Gloria was checking for your sperm.”

  His cock enters me again, and in a lighting-quick reach he has my hair in his hand and his hips thrust against my butt like the second hand on a clock. My eyes roll back. Denver, stop changing the subject!

  “Answer me, motherfucker,” I say. It’s really all I can say. “I need to know I’m not on camera. I need to know some dirty chick isn’t coming in here tomorrow looking for my hairs.” I’m so embarrassed and so turned on and intimidated and encouraged that I don’t know what to do but cry again. I let him take control of me, and now he’s pounding, pounding, pounding—pulling, pulling, pulling—my moans echoing in the room. Just answer me, baby. Get the truth out there.

  “They have to check to make sure I’m not dead,” he says, spanking me hard. It kind of hurts, but it only makes me wobble against him harder. Once my ass starts it’s not stopping.

  “Spank me again, bastard,” I moan.

  He does.

  This is like clockwork.

  “If you would have told them you were with me they wouldn’t have come looking,” he says. Is he for real? If I was just honest none of this would have happened?

  “But what happened—” it’s hard for me to speak with this piston grinding me into overdrive. “—what happened with your company? The emergency? Is everything going to be okay?”

  “I hope so,” he says. “I could lose everything. Are you going to pop it for me like this if that happens?”

  “Yes, Denver, yes I will,” I moan.

  “You will, what, Tara?”

  “I will pop it for you, I will!” This is the kind of steady sex that is too good to change—the objective isn’t to orgasm, it’s to get buck wild. I’m thrusting my hips and ass in ways that I know I will regret later, but right now I’m letting this man exercise me into paradise.

  “Just be my woman and I’ll never let go,” he says.

  “I’m yours, Denver,” I say with a huge smile, “I’m all yours.” I let him ride me—and that’s what this is, a sexy god of a man riding me hard—for the better part of an hour until my pussy is almost dry. I’ve held out on the orgasm for that long, but in our grunts and moans I just breathe and feel him against me, planning my next strike. I want his orgasm to blow his mind. I want to come together. I want him to cum inside me.

  “Pull out,” I demand. “Lay down. It’s my turn to ride you.” He does, and I can tell he’s spent and excited to take a breather. Panting hard, he lies on his back, dick erect, waiting for me to hook on. I stagger on top of him because I can barely wait for it. I just know that I needed to change positions or I was about to squirt all over him.

  “I don’t want this to be just sex,” I say, getting him in me and letting out a loud groan. I lean my body over so that my breasts hang onto his chest and our eyes are locked. “I want it to be love. I want you to make love to me. Don’t just fuck me, Denver. I want this to be the real deal. I want to be a woman making love to a man, I want to be a woman loving a man. I want give it to you and listen to you talk for hours. I want to know about your life. I want to know everything.”

  Holding me firmly he rides in sync with my hips. “I will love you, Tara. I do love you, and we will learn. We will learn each other like you wouldn’t believe. Until you get tired of me.”

  “No, until you get tired of me,” I say. “I won’t get tired of you.”

  “And I won’t get tired of you,” he says, doing these little light pops, tensing his ass and thrusting into me.

  “Good, because I want it to last,” I say. “I’m trying to make this work. I need something to work in my life right now. I feel like I’m going to lose it.”

  “We have each other, and as long as we do we will never lose anything,” he says. Our thrusts are desperate, as if our hips are having an argument, and the moans that I let out sound like I’m angry with Denver. But I’m not. No, I’m not.

  I rise up, my hands behind my back so that my breasts are just right, and I swivel until the engine revs. “Denver, I’m going to give it to you,” I whisper, holding it in so that I can release a scream. “I want you to come with me. I want you to come in me. Is that okay?”

  I know this type of thing is normally wrong but I don’t care, I’m on the pill and it will be fine. I just want to feel his hot semen in me. Is that so bad?

  “Yes, that’s okay,” he says. “I’m going to do it. I have to know that you’re not joking. I need to know if you’re saying it out of passion or not.”

  “No, baby,” I scream, “this ain’t passion! Give me that cum! Shoot it in my pussy!”

  “Okay, Tara, I’m about to give it to you, baby doll!” he yells.

  “I’m cumming, baby!”

  “I love you, Tara!”

  “I love you, Denver!”

  His hot ejaculate fills my pussy and there is nothing more comforting or blissful to go with my own orgasm—as I empty out, I feel our secretions mixing together inside me. I thrust my hips and our hands are locked. Looking down, I see that his eyes are rolling back and his muscles are stretched. I put my palm against him and squeeze as I wiggle the last of the cum out of him.

  “Denver, I gotta get it,” I moan. I don’t know what to say, it’s just my body doing the talking. I’m thrusting against his dick so hard that I’m afraid I’m hurting him, but it intensifies my orgasm so I can only assume it does the same for him.

  His mouth hasn’t closed this whole time, and from his mouth escapes a warble of different sounds—moans, screams, dirty words. That’s my man, I think, and now he’s inside me. I lift up and roll over, basically tumbling, succumbing to gravity. I land next to him and my hair in his nose makes him sneeze, which makes me laugh.

  “I’m sorry, boo,” I say, getting it out of his face. “I’m a mess.”

  “You’re amazing,” he says, gasping. “You’re the most amazing woman on earth.” We lie, limbs akimbo, and catch our breath in moans.

  *****

  I instantly pass out, and just as quick I’m awakened by a nightmare of Denver disappearing again. When I open my eyes, he’s still there, but I don’t know how much time has passed. Judging by the change in light I’d say two hours. I look over to him and he’s breathing in long, drawn out patterns, his mouth open. So cute.

  This is what I wanted to wake up to the first time. But he was gone.

  I lie here and just enjoy him. It feels like hours. He’s in a deep sleep. I can tell because his snoring goes unperturbed even if I prod at him. Running my fingers along his body, I think about how I could get used to this. I want to treat him every night. But how often does he work, really? And what about those other women? Will I have to be around them every day? Was he being honest when he said he wasn’t with them?

  I go on thinking crazy thoughts about Denver’s lifestyle and what the future might have in store for us for a while. He must really need this rest, because even though I’ve gotten up to use the bathroom a couple times he hasn’t moved once.

  I decide that it’s safe to go explore the other rooms because he won’t wake up, and if he does then I’ll just be real with him. If I’m going to let a man have my body like that I need to know he’s not keeping any secrets. I would have checked his phone if it wasn’t dead and I knew where his charger was.

  The orange bedroom belongs to Jill because there are photos of her and Denver all over the place, in addition to photos of what look like her and her family. There is one photo of her and a man that looks greasy, with jet-black hair and dark eyes. Her hand is on his chest in the photo. I go through all of the drawers in the room and the closet but find little, barely anything other than old clothes. It looks like Jill hasn’t been here in a while.

  In the white and teal rooms, it’s pretty much the same. Mae Lin doesn’t really have photos, but just a lot of stuff pertaining to work for Paerotech—a whiteboard, a corkboard, markers, and three computers. Gloria’s room is just sleek and comfortable, straightforwa
rd. Will I get a room? I don’t see any empty ones. I’ll be damned if they get a room and I don’t. Hell, I’d better get a whole house. And to be honest, I’m ready to evict these women from his life. He doesn’t need them with me around. I’m more than enough to do everything he needs. Work, drive, clean, cook. I was raised to be a good woman. It’s in my blood.

  I’m on the ground level snooping around the kitchen when I hear a loud BANG at the door. It comes in threes thereafter.

  BANG BANG BANG.

  BANG BANG BANG.

  Someone is at the door, only Denver won’t hear it because he’s fast asleep. The only way I can get back upstairs is to pass by the front door to the stairs—is it possible that they can see through the curtains? I’m still naked, wrapped in a sheet, and when I turn the corner to scope out the caliber of the sheers the sheet nearly pulls down from a chip in the wood doorframe.

  Curling it back around me, I stumble and knock my elbow on the wall.

  “Shit,” I screech, and jump back behind the wall.

  BANG BANG BANG.

  BANG BANG BANG.

  Whoever they are, they’re trying to convey their urgency. Those aren’t light taps. I bet they know the damn car is outside, I think. I put my back against the refrigerator and, looking across the kitchen, see a figure crossing outside of the window.

  BANG BANG BANG.

  Are there two of them? The figure out back goes for the door and jiggles the handle. I’m trapped here, naked, and I need to get upstairs. Just run, Tara, I tell myself. If I book it, at least I can throw Denver in front of me.

  I take a deep inhale and then turn the corner, aiming for the stairs. I make sure not to slide across the floor or miss a step, causing a face plant. The last thing I need is injury right now. I get up the stairs quickly, and the person at the front door bangs another three times. Rushing over to Denver’s room, the knocking reverberates even louder up here. How can he sleep through that? With someone at either door I’m starting to worry if we’re safe in here.