To Love A Hitman

by Randell Mccreary

  The General took the pitcher, much to my disappointment. But that quickly faded when he proceeded to pour it down my front then lick it from my skin.

  God, that felt good. My head fell back as his tongue laved along my collarbone, then between my breasts, leaving strong bites every now and then that made me shutter in the most sinful way.

  He kept on for several minutes, and when he looked to me, I could see his face was flushed and his eyes were beginning to take on a cloudy look. As riled up as I was, I thought I might have a chance to escape this without a role in the hay. I just needed to decide if that was a good thing or not.

  I took the fancy pitcher from him and he gave it willingly. With a devilish smirk, I held it above his head and slowly tilted it so the liquid came spilling out.

  The General lifted his head and opened him mouth, taking a steady stream in until there was no more. The entire bed was soaked, as were we, and it was quickly growing sticky.

  “You… you’re something else for an E-e-earth woman. You know that?”

  “Am I?” I asked, settling into his lap.

  He nodded, and I could feel him harden against me even as his eyes grew more and more unfocused.

  “Norm-norm-” He hiccuped. “Usually there’s all this cryin’ at first. We have to break them in. Some boys like it, b-but ta me it just feels like, it feels like, like, work. I work enough, ya know?”

  “I’m sure you do. So, do you people, you aliens, do this often? Travel across the universe and kidnap random women?”

  “Not j-just women. Everyone’s got a preference, ya know.” He smirked as if he was hilarious. “I wanna taste you.”

  “I bet you do,” I said with a smile. I kissed him once more, but as I did I raised the pitcher up as high as could and brought it down on his head as I pulled back.

  It hit with a resounding crack, and the man crumpled to his bed. Quickly, I searched his body for some sort of device or card or anything that could get me some clearance around the ship. Unfortunately, I couldn’t find anything that I could recognize as useful and let out a stream of curses.

  My hands were shaking from giving myself proverbial blue balls, but that would have to wait until later. Instead, I ran towards the door and hoped for the best.

  It slid opened, which gave me hope that maybe I would be able to find a place to hideaway and learn how the ship learned enough to escape.

  I looked both ways down the hall. I was pretty sure that I had come from the right, so I booked it towards the left.

  My breath echoed harshly in my ears as I sprinted, wishing I was wearing more than my wine soaked bra and panties. But I would just have to make do or die, and I would much prefer the first option.

  I reached the end of a hall where another door was, and I slowed as I approached it long enough for it to slide upwards. I shot forward as soon as it was, only to end up right in the arms of the same guides who had originally lead me to the party room.

  “You should not be here.” One of them said flatly, gripping her tightly.

  She tried to fight against his grasp, but he was so damn strong! Before she could wrest herself free, she was thrown over his shoulder and carried off.

  “Let me go!” She screamed, kicking and fighting. “I’ll kill every last one of you!”

  They didn’t seem impeded at all by her struggle, however. At first, she was sure that they were going to take her back to the party, but instead they went a different path and then dumped her into another metal room just like the one she had first awoken in.

  Who knew, maybe it even was the same room. That in and of itself didn’t matter. But what did, was that she wasn’t alone.

  Chapter Five: A True Connection

  Sam

  The same man who’s bike I had stolen was sitting up and leading against a wall. He looked like he was coming out of whatever had sedated us, but also a little worse for wear.

  “Oh, it’s you.” I murmured, eyeing him over.

  He was a pretty handsome fellow, with thick hair and kind, hazel eyes. His bone structure was to die for, and he was fairly well built. If this were anywhere else, I might have asked him for a drink.

  Speaking of drinks, why was I suddenly so thirsty? I scanned the room, looking for anything that could sooth my dry mouth, but there was only the hyper-polished walls of our little cell. I couldn’t even tell where the door was, that’s how much the little box we were in was built to be a maddening prison.

  I fanned myself, my face growing hot. I suddenly felt like I was cooking inside of my skin, but in a vaguely pleasant way. My head went fuzzy and I felt a longing to be touched and comforted that was nearly irresistible.

  “I should be saying that about you,” The man countered, a weary grin on his face. “You’re the girl who stole my bike and got me abducted by aliens.”

  “You’re the idiot who tried to chase me down.” I giggled. How could I not? The situation was hilarious when one thought about it. “Did… I saw a horse, didn’t I? You literally came riding after me like a knight in shining armor.”

  “Yeah, if you consider my work uniform shining armor.” He scoffed good-naturedly.

  I dropped to my knees in front of him, warmth flowing through me. I was reminded by my body of how I had just cut it off before it could be sated, and it wanted nothing more than for me to finish things with whoever was available.

  Why was I being like this? This wasn’t my usual MO. While I was no tease, I did like to play around a bit, bury the lead before burying his lead in me, so to speak.

  “You okay there? You look a bit… sticky.”

  The wine! Or whatever the hell they called their alien drink. Somehow, I must be absorbing it through my skin. It wasn’t like any other buzz or drunk I had ever been. Sure, I could feel my edges of reason fraying quite a bit, but there was no danger of blacking out or other confusion. I just knew that I wanted to touch and be touched.

  “Hey,” I rasped, licking my lips. “You wanna do me a favor?”

  “I dunno.” He answered with a crooked smile. “I feel between the bike thing, and the getting captured thing, it’s you who owes me the favor.”

  “Probably.” I murmured. God, it was so hot in the box. Couldn’t he feel it? “But I think that I might be high right now, and I need a little help coming down.”

  “How am I supposed to-”

  I didn’t let him finish, crashing my lips to his seemed so much easier than explaining with words.

  Thankfully, he responded, grabbing my hips and yanking me roughly into his lap. I broke our kiss long enough to laugh giddily, and wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

  That was, until, he suddenly stopped and pulled back.

  “What is it?” I groaned, my whole body vibrating with the need for him.

  “I don’t even know your name.” He said, eyes hooded with obvious passion for me.

  “Sam. And yours?”

  “James.”

  “Nice to meet you, James.” I groaned, rocking against him. I could feel through his pants and my underwear that he had something wonderful waiting for me, and I wanted it immediately. “Now kiss me.”

  He smirked, but complied, and then I was flying again.

  James was clearly no novice that needed a tutorial to figure things out. He was all dominance and assured movements as his hands roamed my sticky body. And when we finally found the back of my bra, he unfastened it and threw it into the corner of the room.

  A heady sigh escaped my lips as he palmed each of my breasts, rolling the delicate pink buds there between his fingers. The pleasure was so intense, so burning that it was almost painful, but I loved every moment of it.

  My own fingers fisted in his thick hair, pulling hard. Between gasps I urged him onward with the upmost enthusiasm, growing more and more excited for the grand finale when I could finally be filled. My legs wrapped around his middle, squeezing hard, wanting to pull him as flush to my body as physically possible for two different bodies.

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sp; “You’re something else, you know that?” He growled, fighting ardently with the solid black belt that held up his pants. I helped, unbuttoning and unzipping the breeches so I nearly had access to him once he freed himself of the leather strap.

  But before I could, he caught my wrists and looked me dead in the eye. At first, I had thought I had done something wrong, but the look in his eyes was purse sex.

  “Stand up.” He ordered, voice impossible to disobey.

  I did so, legs shaking with anticipation. Once I was on my feet, he gripped my hips and kissed the bones at either side. Then, his fingers hooked into the sides of my panties and pulled down slowly until I was fully revealed to him.

  Some of that heat diminished just a bit as the cold air of the room wafted along my entirely naked body, but it faded considerably as he pulled me closer. And closer. And closer until finally I could reach out and lean against the wall.

  I found the support just in time, because his hand reached up and gently stroked against me, sending pure fire shooting through my body.

  “Oh God!” I gasped, rocking against his hand.

  “That’s not my name.” He hissed, sliding a finger through my most sensitive of parts.

  “James.” I breathed, body shaking hungrily for more, more, more.

  Fortunately, the man was more than happy to comply. He continued to work me over, building up a beautiful wave of pleasure in me. But before it would spill over and I could ride the blinding waves of ecstasy, he pulled away again.

  I whimpered, everything in my body screaming for him not to stop. But before I could formulate words for my request, he leaned forward slightly and his mouth claimed me.

  “Oh shit! James, oh James don’t stop, please.” Words fell out of my mouth in a rapid plea, and I could feel him smirk into me. But I didn’t care. The pleasure he was giving me was mind-shattering, and I didn’t know if it was from actual talent, or the effects of the wine or both.

  Either way, it didn’t take me long to be sweating and shaking above him. But just when I was about to go toppling over the delicious, promising edge again, he stopped.

  “Not yet,” He said, looking up at me.

  I didn’t know how a man could still look so in charge while still being below me, but I didn’t question it. Instead, I let him yank me downwards so I was in his lap again.

  There was something incredibly erotic about straddling a man’s hips, and it spoke to the hazy, alcohol soaked bits of my mind. Filled to the brim with desire, I writhed against him, pressing my soaked core to his obvious need with urgency. This time he was the one that gasped in both surprise and pleasure, and I greedily swallowed it up by claiming his mouth with my own.

  Something came unhinged in me, something wild and heated and insatiable. Our bodies moving, our breaths rasping, our hearts pounding as we completely devoured each other. It was hot and wild and wanton, and it was utterly perfect.

  I dragged my nails along his back, unhappy to feel fabric there. With an unusual amount of dexterity, I popped open each of the buttons of his shirt and exposed the musculature there.

  Ah. That was more like it. Giving his mouth a break, I bent down to lavish affection and pain on the newest part of him revealed to me. Without mercy, I grazed my dull human into his neck, his shoulder, his chest, anywhere I could reach from my perch. I illicitly bestowed affection along his musculature, always hungry but never quite fulfilled. In fact, every single movement I made just increased the desire and need within me. As much as I liked the furor building between this, I knew there was only so long that I could hold out. I needed him within me, spurring me to reach new hieghts.

  I was utterly enthralled in the moment. Completely addicted, I flew high in victory, spurred on by his low hisses and groans, reveling in the power I wielded over him as he responded to my ministrations. As an added bonus, his reactions only increased as I made my way lower and lower, until I reached the same opening in his pants that I had created earlier.

  I paused, just long enough to look him in the face once more. The look of anticipation there was utterly delicious. It made me feel powerful, like I was in control of a situation that I actually had little say in at all.

  But I didn’t want to dwell on the aliens holding us captive. I wanted only to think of the pleasure. So, I freed him from his uniform, my fingers wrapping around his aching need. Feeling truly evil, I halted once again for a nanosecond, my eyes drifting along, starting at his erect length, up his sculpted chest, until I was looking right into his eyes again. He was looking down at me with pure need and want that I couldn’t resist dragging it out as long as I could.

  With a torturous slowness, I looked back down to his straining member. I hovered there for a moment, my mouth open, only to move at the last second so I could place a tiny little kiss on the inside of his thigh. Once that was done, I lifted my head and returned to center, dipping down so that his tip was almost touching my lips. Another glance up revealed him giving me that same hopeful, lust filled look, so I dipped my head to repeat the action on his other thigh.

  I kept on going for what was definitely a heartless amount of time, but his squirming was just so damn satisfying. I kissed and caressed his hips, the outside of his thighs, the insides, everything. Well, everything except what he wanted me to, of course.

  But even I had a heart and could only go on for so long. Eventually, the drawing out of the inevitable became too much and my undoing rushed in when he let out a groan and lifted his hips towards my mouth, begging, pleading, writhing. I smiled up at him, feeling both mischievous and powerful, then I swallowed him exactly how he wanted me to.

  “Fuck, Sam!” He groaned, his body tensing under me like iron.

  I smiled around him, despite the fact that my mouth was quite occupied. I felt quite pleased with his response, and it spurred me onward. It had been far too long since I had so much fun and felt so alive.

  I worked him over, making everything slick so it was easier to handle him. His fingers wound into my copper hair, pulling and yanking in a rhythm opposite to the one I set out.

  We went on for quite a while, me drunk both literally and figuratively with the moment. But even thought I was head deep in pleasure, I knew I didn’t want it to end yet.

  I stopped, eliciting a low growl from him.

  “Hush now.” I purred, crawling up his body and pressing my lips to his. I was still just as voracious as I was when we started. “I need you, right now.”

  “Then I live to serve.” He rumbled before positioning himself below me. I waited with baited breath, feeling him resting just below where I wanted him. This time it was his turn to draw the moment out before he finally slid home.

  God! It was absolutely perfect, stuffing and stretching me exactly the way I wanted to be. It was damn near impossible not to moan and cry out at the sensation of it all. I knew that some of the aliens might be able to hear, but in the moment, I couldn’t care less. I just wanted to be lost in the euphoria that was shaking me.

  “Just like that,” He growled into the soft skin of my shoulder and I rode him wildly and without restraint. He held my hips in an iron grip, his nails biting into the sensitive flesh, but the counterpoints of pleasure and then discomfort were more than welcome. His guided me expertly, lending his strength to help me piston myself along his length with a force and speed I wouldn’t have been able to maintain on my own. There was no measure to our romp, no civilization. Just two people seeking out a little bit of solace in the crazy scene they had been thrust into.

  And speaking of thrusting, James was equally as frenzied as I was, thrusting wildly up into me with a passion unmatched by anyone else I had ever been with. While I was still too young to have a long list of lovers, I had at least a handful since I turned seventeen, and while none of them had been straight up horrible, none of them could compare to the man beneath me.

  I gasped, mewled and otherwise made sound after sound as he hit the perfect spot within me. Every single second felt li
ke a new world of pleasure and I feared that my mind would crack if it weren’t for the wine helping me stayed glued together.

  I had no idea how long we thrust against each other. Time was utterly meaningless; the only thing that existed was the two of us and the pleasure we brought out in each other. As sweat freely flowed down my body, I felt my mind begin to clear. It seemed I was indeed working the alien wine out of my system. But as it cleared, and I slowly started to come back to myself, something amazing happened.

  I could feel my own wave of pleasure come rolling towards me for the first time in ages and I became truly unhinged, as if I was an animal, as I reached for it.

  Then, finally, it hit me with all of its glory and I was shattered right down to the very center of my being. It was an undisputed glance at paradise as utter ecstasy poured over my mind, coating every single molecule of my body while shutting out the rest of the universe. I let out a raking cry that was half choked by my wanton gasp, my whole body tensing then relaxing in unison.

  That was perfect. I thought to myself, wanting to sink into James and drown in my afterglow. But I quickly realized that he was still violently working me over, as if he too was so close to something brilliant.

  Seconds later, he found own end within me, filling me with an indescribable heat that spoke to the most basic parts of me. I had never felt so complete in my entire life, and I melted into a puddle on top of him.

  We said nothing for several moments, our breaths echoing harshly in the metal room. It was nice, and allowed me to come down from my euphoric high. It wasn’t until my breathing regulated and I could speak normally that I looked up to the man who had just given me the best sex of my entire life.

  “Nice to meet you, James.”

  “Nice to meet you too, Sam.”

  We shared a weak laugh and then somehow, against all odds, I managed to slowly drift off into blesses relief.

  Chapter Six: A Bad Review Can Be Killer

  Sam