Alien Mate

by Gloria Martin

  I hope he appreciates what I’m about to do.

  *****

  Nick

  I’m almost embarrassed at how hard I’m throbbing. She looks past my stubborn cock and into my eyes. All I can do is brush the bangs out of my face so that I can lock eye contact with her. If she’s about to suck me and stare at me at the same time, then consider all of my deepest desires fulfilled.

  With me now on the stool, I reach down and place a hand on two of the legs so that I can keep my balance. The balls of my feet are hard against the floor, and I’m hoping that when I feel the warmth of her saliva I’ll be able to keep my composure.

  Silly man, I hear her words play back in my head. I’ve never heard that one before, but I won’t lie—it’s right on the money. If only I could let go of this stool and feel her cheeks, her hair, or her lips as she puts me in her mouth.

  Oh dear mother of mercy, I think while she flicks her tongue across my tip. I can’t help it but my head jerks sideways from the electric pleasure. My eyes glance out the gallery window, and although I don’t think anyone can see in here, I do see something going on outside.

  I’m torn between Carly toying with my dick and the person who looks to be trying to steal my entire van full of art. That bastard, I think, realizing that it’s Amos at it again. He must have a lock pick because he’s standing at the side doors as casual as ever, though concealing the lock and device within his hands. I see him slide the door open and crawl inside the darkness of the van.

  Nothing is worth interrupting this, I think, feeling Carly’s lips pucker around the tip, wedging me between her top lip and teeth. She’s giving me pain and pleasure.

  Just the way I like it.

  Once her spit drips down my shaft, there is no way I can even focus on what is happening outside. I could care less about Amos or Lora Zombie or any other art in the world right now. Currently, I am in the middle of live art, a performance piece to go down in history.

  Carly opens her mouth wider so that she can fit more of me into her cheeks. She rotates me around her enlarged mouth, letting me feel her flat tongue and soft inner cheeks. Her mouth is like a cave that I never want to leave. I could reside here forever.

  I risk taking one hand off of the stool so that I can get a fistful of her fine hair. Can she see me without her glasses? Anytime I close my eyes she swats my leg, as if forbidding me to look away.

  Her eyes are wide like her mouth as she swirls her tongue around my cock. For some reason she starts to nod, but while she nods she inches her face closer to my groin.

  Now she’s taken the stool into her hands, using it and my weight to pull herself closer. Her mouth isn’t shrinking at all—it remains wide, but my cock is slowly disappearing into the void of her face. It’s no longer her cheeks I feel, but the tightness of her throat.

  Carly gurgles slightly, and her eyes water. Her blinks are seldom, controlled. My lips quiver as she swallows me deeper, until finally she withdraws me from her mouth. Her saliva bridges the gap between my dick and her face.

  ***

  Carly

  I don’t have the patience to let him tease me the way I’ve been teasing me. I could go all day until he comes in my mouth, but right now I need Nick inside of me. Using his khakis, I pull myself to my feet and stand before him. I loosen my dress so that my breasts are revealed again. This time I’m not trying to be as coy as the first time I showed him my body.

  “Stand,” I say, trying to free the stool for myself. I’m not going to let him take me in a sleeping bag, again. I don’t have a home to go to, but this gallery and this stool is as close to me as any home I’ve ever had.

  Nick obliges, getting to his feet. His khakis drop to the ground and he shakes them off, along with his floral and shoes. Now standing in the gallery naked, Nick looks like a sculpture of flesh. I can’t wait to feel him enter my pussy.

  With the stool empty, I decide to lean over it, tucking my arms close to my stomach. Bent over the stool, I spread my legs again so that I can be sturdy and ready for him. I admit it’s not the most comfortable, but there is something so hot about taking him like this.

  Nick hasn’t even touched me and already I feel my center dripping wet. The first thing I feel is his thighs against the back of mine. He grazes me gently and then places one hand on the small of my back, the other on my right ass cheek. I flick my hair back and cock my head back to see him. Then I remember the mirror in the corner of gallery and start to spin my ass along with his dick, hovering over my ass crack, until we’re both facing the mirror.

  Now I can watch him as he pounds me from behind.

  “I appreciate your vision,” he says. Gripping the flesh of my buttocks tighter, he guides his cock lower to the crevice of my flower.

  The moment he slides into me, we both make direct eye contact through the mirror. Outside I hear a door shut, but I pay no mind because my own squeal escapes my mouth, drowning out any other sounds.

  “That’s it, Carly,” Nick moans, pressing his full shaft into my body.

  “Yes, Nick,” I moan. “Do not stop.”

  ***

  Amos

  I put Deviled Legs into a black trash bag. It took me a few minutes longer than I would have liked to find the painting. Clever Nick hid it under the floorboard of the van. Now that I have Lora Zombie’s piece concealed, I slam the door shut and sprint as fast as I possibly can until I reach the Mercedes. I put the painting into the trunk and then climb in the driver’s seat. Traffic is light so I do a U-turn right in the middle of the street.

  I push the gas to the floor and squeal down the road. As I pass the gallery window I only catch a glimpse, but beyond the blue curtains it looks like there is some type of sculpture inside. Then I realize it’s the one thought I don’t want to imagine.

  Placing my last clove cigarette between my lips, I lower the window and blaze through a red light. I light clove and inhale its smoke so deeply that my lungs are filled with a burning sensation.

  This is living, I think.

  THE END

  Bonus Story 29 of 40

  Outlaws of Love

  It’s ridiculous how so many women can still be in love with their exes, no matter how bad or good they treated you in the past. I had a boyfriend of three years before he proposed to me. We never got married though, because he suddenly called everything off and moved away to New York. Without an explanation, without a goodbye. I was left there, hurting for five long months. The crying wouldn’t stop, no matter how hard I tried to restrain my tears. I thought that I could never bring myself to forgive him. Until he interfered with my life again.

  “Nathan...” I gasped. I’d opened the door to reveal the green-eyed beauty I was once in love with. Possibly still in love with. “What the hell are you doing here in California?”

  “I missed you, Melissa,” he immediately responded, sincerity reflected in his eyes. I shut my closed tightly, wanting to believe him, but I knew that he was just saying that. How could he come back five months later for a person he had dumped as easily as throwing out the trash at night? Before he knew it, my hand flew roughly across his face. Shock crossed his face, his hand now rubbing the cheek I have just slapped.

  “Go to hell!” I screamed angrily, balling my hands into fists beside me. He looked taken aback, astonishment flashing on his face. “I won’t let you hurt me again, you asshole!”

  He let out a sigh before throwing his hand up. “I’m not trying to hurt you. What I did was messed up, I’m aware of that.”

  “It’s way more than messed up, you son of a bitch,” I growled, glaring at him from under my eyelashes. He was holding up his hands in defense, unsure how to deal with my aggressive manner.

  “You think I don’t regret it? That’s why I’m back now! Come on, we can fix things. We can pick up where we left off.” He reached out his hand to stroke my cheek but I slapped his hand away.

  “Pick up things where we left off? You can’t just come back to someone you abandoned a
nd expect everything to be okay the moment you reunite with them!” I yelled, waving my hands around frantically.

  ”Can I please come inside?” he questioned.

  Without giving him an answer, I slammed the door with tears welled up in my eyes. My heart was clenching with pain as I leaned against the wall, stunned. He opened the door, peeking his head inside at me with a worried expression before slowly letting himself in.

  “Please,” he pleaded, studying me cautiously to see if I would explode again. I didn’t say anything in return but just stared at him in betrayal and anger.

  He looked around my small, cozy apartment, while letting out a somewhat relieved breath. He took a seat on my nude couch. That’s when I noticed the outstanding Dior suit he was wearing, which made me stop myself from rolling my eyes. He was always one to show off.

  “Nothing has changed since I left, this place is exactly the same,” he said. He smiled slightly, his green eyes hopeful.

  I crossed my arms on my chest as I stood across the room from him, keeping my distance. I wiped away the tears that were lingering in the corner of my eyes. “What do you think was going to change, the shape of the walls or something?” I sarcastically remarked.

  This time, he let out an irritated breath, crossing his left leg over his right. He rubbed his temples. “Melissa, listen. I’m just trying to make amends here and you’re not making it any easier.”

  Amends? Did he really think it would be that easy? But unfortunately, I couldn’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. I wanted to take him in, to sit down and listen to the Nathan that was once going to be my husband. Giving in, I slowly found myself taking a seat next to him. Half of me wanted to jump on him and kiss him but the other half of me wanted him to leave and not come back.

  “This whole summer, while I was away from you, I could not stop thinking about our relationship,” he said. He paused, dryly laughing as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “I missed you so much to the point I had to move back. I just couldn’t stay away. I was stupid for leaving you. I should never have left you.”

  I nodded my head in agreement, shooting him an indifferent look. “It still doesn’t explain why you broke off our marriage,” I spat, holding back the tears I can feel threatening to well up in my eyes. I couldn’t cry in front of him, I refused to.

  He opened his mouth to say something but then closed it again, as if he changed his mind about saying anything. A regretful look appeared on his face as well as sympathy, and that’s when I kind of got a clue on what it was about. “I cheated on you with someone else and I ended up falling in love with that person.”

  I gawked at him for a long ten seconds before a hurt, cold laugh escaped my throat. Tears welled up in my eyes as he studied me closely and I quickly wiped them away before they could fall. All over again, my heart felt like it was getting ripped out of my chest and stomped on. I stood up from the couch, walking over to the kitchen to be away from him, so I could recollect himself. The sound of his Steve Madden dress shoes clacked against the ground as he followed me shortly after. I leaned my arm against the wall, looking down at my feet in defeat. In the wall, I could see the outline of his shadow as he stood behind me.

  “I was extremely dumb and I was going through a crisis at the time,” Nathan said, moving my black hair around my other shoulder so he could reassuringly rub my shoulder. “It…it’s just hard to explain. I promise I’ll tell you at another time.”

  I inhaled sharply before letting out a heavy, deep breath. It surely helped me calm down and restrain myself from bursting out in tears in front of his face.

  “There’s no explanation needed when it comes to cheating,” I whispered, balling my hands into fists.

  “I’m not saying that it was okay but—” He stopped, letting out a stressful breath and I can imagine him grabbing a handful of his hair. “Listen, I would tell you if I knew how to put it in words. Eventually, I’ll be able to know how to tell you properly.”

  What can possibly be so hard about admitting to the fact that he cheated? There shouldn’t be an explanation or a story. I shook my head, keeping quiet.

  He squeezed my shoulder gently, sending electric waves in every part of my body. He stroked my exposed shoulder blade agonizingly slowly, my heartbeat accelerating.

  He turned my body around so I could look at him, looking down at me with sincerity shown in his eyes. He was so good at lying that I didn’t know if he was telling the truth or not. But I didn’t feel like debating with him any longer because he always won, no matter what. He made sure of it too, I don’t know how he did it.

  “Okay, fine,” I said. I sniffed my nose, crossing my arms on my chest. “But I want the whole truth. I want to know everything.”

  He smiled in relief, glad that I basically agreed to hear him out. It didn’t mean that he was forgiven though. I will never forget what he had done. But since love was such a powerful emotion, it was so easy for him to brainwash me and make me fall into his arms again.

  He pulled me into a warming tight hug, rubbing his hands around the small of my back. I instantly relaxed against his chest, closing my eyes as I inhaled the scent of his expensive cologne. I didn’t hug him back though, I just stood there frozen. He kissed the top of my forehead before releasing me, looking down at me since he was a few inches taller than me.

  “I’ll come by either tonight or tomorrow so we can go out to eat at this amazing restaurant I know. I have to get to a business meeting now,” he said, taking out his phone.

  Oh yeah, did I mention that he was a big time billionaire? After his father passed away a couple of years ago, the company was signed over to Nathan and he became in control of the whole corporation. Ever since then, he became such a busy man but that never interfered with our relationship. Actually, I had originally thought that his work was the reason he had abandoned me, but I guess I’d been wrong about that.

  “Tomorrow is fine, we can go out for lunch,” I agreed, walking with him so I could lead him out of the apartment. I didn’t want him to leave. I somewhat was fond of his company but there’s no way I was going to tell him that. At least not yet.

  He tidied up his blazer, brushing off invisible dust from it, and popped his collars. His rose gold Rolex watch shimmered with his movement that he made, making him even more attractive than ever. “That sounds great, Melissa,” he said. He smiled, opening the front door and turned to me again. “It was nice seeing you again.”

  “Yeah,” I replied as our eyes bored into each other. Something flashed in his eyes that I couldn’t quite comprehend but it was like I was looking at the Nathan from the past. Just as I realized this, he turned and walked down the corridor to leave.

  Later on at night, I couldn’t stop replaying Nathan’s shock visit in my head. The glint in Nathan’s emerald green eyes, the way his lips moved so perfectly, his soft, luscious dark brown hair pushed back. I felt pretty ridiculous thinking so hard about a guy that broke my heart as I laid in a bath full of bubbles with candles and a glass of champagne. I thought I was over him but I guessed incorrectly when I saw his face again. Something about him seemed different but I just couldn’t put my finger on it.

  My phone rang from the surface next to me, breaking me out of my thoughts. I grabbed it and pressed it against my ear. “Hello?”

  A deep voice chuckled into the phone, making my eyes bulge out. It was Nathan’s brother, Jason. “I see my brother came back to California,” he said.

  “What do you want, Jason?” I asked him, alertly sitting up on the tub. This wasn’t a good thing that Jason was calling me after Nathan’s return, because that only could mean one thing...he told him.

  “I can’t call to check up on you?” he said, and laughed lightly. I rolled my eyes, taking a sip of my champagne. “Don’t worry kitten, I won’t tell him.”

  “Good because that’s supposed to stay only between us. We made a deal,” I growled through clenched teeth. Out of all the regrets I had, this was probably my to
p regret in the list.

  “I didn’t make a deal, you did,” he said. “I never said you had to. You decided on sleeping with me to keep your good spot in the corporation so, whose fault is that?”

  I cringed at myself when I had a flashback of us having sex on his office desk. But it hadn’t been my idea, he’d blackmailed me! I shook my head, holding onto my glass tighter.

  “You son of a bitch! My job was on the line, and I was so close to losing it because of the bullshit your wonderful brother put me through by taking off. That’s when you came to me with that proposal.”

  He laughed bitterly. “Okay, Melissa. Anyways, why are you worried about me telling him? It’s not like he’s in love with you anymore. You’re nothing but an ex-fiancée to him now.”

  I wanted to scream, I wanted to shout. I wanted to yell out everything I hated about Jason and how he was the only vile one in the corporation that I knew of. I should have known to not work in Nathan’s company but, I didn’t have a choice at the time. I was unemployed and in desperate need of a job and being the secretary saved me.

  “You know what, Jason? Screw you!” I exclaimed.

  “You already did. And enjoyed every second of it,” he whispered in a mocking tone, making my anger grow even more. That’s when I hung up the phone and slammed it back onto the surface. My heart was rushing from my rollercoaster of emotions and I just laid back into the bubbles to ease my mind. I couldn’t ignore the concern about Nathan finding out but would he really believe me or his brother? That was one question that I was scared to find the answer for. Anxious, I chugged the rest of the gold bubbly and relaxed my hair into the water as the tipsy was affecting me. I couldn’t let someone repulsive like Jason get to me.