Stryker's Desire (Dragons Of Sin City Book 1)

by Meg Ripley

  “Hello?” she called out. The engine’s hum fell silent and the door slowly lowered with a long hiss.

  “Good morning,” Luke smiled brightly. “Sorry to run out before you woke, but I have a lot of repairs to do. Hope I didn’t startle you.”

  Luke’s mere presence lit up her body with intense yearning, despite the cold rain pummeling her skin. She felt her face flush with desire as he neared, the shirt he wore clinging to his wet body, displaying every rippling muscle below.

  “I heard the engine and thought you were leaving,” Amy pouted.

  Luke chuckled, “So soon? I just arrived. Besides, this ship isn’t going anywhere until I fix the damage and find some fuel.”

  Amy’s heart leapt. After the heated night of passion and exploration, she wanted to know more about him, to feel his body close to hers and do some exploring of her own.

  ****

  The morning went by at a crawl as Amy tended to her animals and daily chores around the farm. A broken hose on her tractor meant a trip to McCullers in town tomorrow; Amy gave a drawn out sigh. The townies just loved to gossip; there was no sense of the word ‘privacy.’

  Finally, lunch came. She carried a tray of sandwiches down the path once more towards Luke’s ship, now sitting quiet amongst the trees. As they sat together, he told her more of his home planet and the conditions in which he was forced to endure as a child. His mother had been a teacher, before the conditions worsened, and chose to educate him at home.

  “That’s how I got the job as an explorer when I turned 18,” he sighed. “I was one of only a handful of people that was educated enough to fly this thing.”

  With each glance from him emerald eyes, the temperature of her body jolted. How could he do that with just a look? It was as if raw desire exuded from his pores. She explained the mechanical troubles of her own, and how it would require a trip to town for supplies early in the morning.

  “I would love to join you,” he said, wiping his hands clean on a napkin. “I can look around for some parts and see if I can locate the fuel I need.”

  Amy nodded and swallowed her last bite hard, fearful of how the locals would react. She grinned and headed back to the house for the rest of her workday, eagerly anticipating what her night with Luke might bring.

  ****

  The rain let up and the sun poked out from behind grey clouds just long enough to see a warm sunset over head. She closed up the barn and headed indoors, where Luke was already inside. He sat on the loveseat, watching the firelight twitch, flames twisting upwards toward the chimney. His large hands stretched outwards towards it, warming himself from the cold rain. As she entered, he gave a tired smile.

  “Your planet can get very cold,” he shivered.

  “Well, the best way to warm up after a day in the chilly rain is to take a long, hot shower,” she grinned.

  “Well,” he stood and swayed towards her in a mocking fashion, “perhaps you should join me then.”

  Her heart jumped, lust flooding in and eliminating her chill. Luke took her hand and guided the blushing woman upstairs.

  He peeled the wet clothes from his body as Amy watched every movement of his perfectly chiseled muscles, longing to reach out and feel them. As he dropped his pants to the floor, she gasped.

  “Wow! You’re…uh… extremely large.” She couldn’t take her eyes from the bulging piece of manhood before her.

  Luke gave a chuckle and stepped into the shower, letting the warm water roll down his shoulders and chest. Amy licked her lips and stripped down, keeping her eyes fixed on the delicious site before her.

  “Aren’t Earth men?” he laughed, helping her inside.

  “Not any that I’ve encountered!” she snickered.

  Silently, Luke turned her towards the back of the shower. Taking a loofa from her rack, he lathered it with the sweet smell of lilac and vanilla and began to gently scrub her back and buttocks. The feel of his touch and the smell of her favorite scents made her body leap into a sensual trance. His hands slid around to her waist, leaving suds on her naval and hips, as he pulled her closer to his skin. Amy’s legs began to tremble, his breath warm in her ear.

  “Does this please you?” he whispered.

  “God, yes.” Amy’s breath was labored under the sheer pressure of lust.

  She turned to face him, pressing her breasts against his chest and watching hungrily as his bulging manhood began to grow. With a wicked grin, she took the loofa and returned his kindness, washing every ripple of muscle in his arms, then chest and sneaking down his happy trail towards his throbbing cock. Luke closed his eyes, tilting his hair into the warm water flowing from the faucet above. He gave a groan of pleasure and Amy felt the warmth of her excitement beginning to grow. He leaned down, pressing his soft lips onto hers and gave a deep, passionate kiss. They stood, pressed together tightly, kissing and breathing in one another until Amy thought her body would explode with need. She wanted him, inside her and near her, a deeper longing than her body seemed able to control.

  “Amy,” he whispered between kisses, “I want to be with you. To take you as I would a mate in my world. Would you have me?”

  The sweetness of his voice, the gentle ways he held her despite his strength—Amy could easily remain there forever.

  Reaching for a towel, Luke stepped out onto the cold floor below. He dried himself, pressing the cloth along his muscular thighs and soft golden skin; Amy followed his movements with her longing eyes.

  “Yes,” she gave him a warm smile once he finished. “I want you, even more than can I understand. Don’t bother with your clothes; let’s head to bed.”

  They walked together to the bedroom, closing the door softly behind them. Locked together in a tight embrace, he guided her towards the bed and sat her on the edge. She eyed his large piece, wondering how the hell that was ever going to fit, and leaned in to place a gentle kiss on his thigh. She looked up, her deep brown eyes glimmering in the light, noticing Luke’s face was not only brimming with passion, but worry. He’s nervous.

  With a flick of her tongue, she tasted him, taking as much as possible into the warmth of her mouth, listening to his groans of pleasure. His hand found its way to her hair where he gripped desperately, feeling her taking him in and releasing him with a rhythm that was pure torture. She could feel his otherwise sturdy legs shaking, threatening to cave below him where he stood.

  “Come,” Amy took his hand. “Lay down on the bed before you fall.”

  He gave an awkward grin but obeyed, lying beside her on the soft comforter. Amy continued her slow torture, tasting his length with her tongue and massaging his manhood with her fingers. He let out a shout—then suddenly, a release. She sat up in surprise, not expecting him to cum so soon. He looked at her, utterly mortified, and her heart melted.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to...” he sat up on the bed, “…it’s just that I’ve never felt the touch of a woman before.”

  It made sense. His home planet was one of survival, not of pleasure, and he had spent several years cooped up in a ship searching for signs of life far from home. Amy thought back to the look he had given her when she stood naked in the bathroom and grinned. Here, lying next to her in her bed, was a drop-dead gorgeous alien that had never even experienced sexual connection with his own kind—nevermind a human. She lifted his strong hand from his chest and planted a soft kiss on his palm, then leaned in to feel the press of his lips once more. She savored every moment of his touch, his presence near her illuminating the world, and her body.

  “It’s okay, Luke,” she snuggled in tightly to his warm chest, listening to the sounds of his rapid breathing, “We can try again whenever you’re ready.”

  His strong arms wrapped tightly around her, squeezing her breasts into his body as he let out a long sigh.

  “You’re so kind, Amy,” he yawned in exhaustion, “…and so gorgeous. How did I get so lucky to crash land into your life?”

  They fell into a deep, peaceful sleep, nak
ed and enjoying the feel of one another’s bodies in the quiet of night. I’m the lucky one, Amy thought as the world drifted away into dream.

  ****

  Amy’s pickup pulled onto Main Street just after 9, and the streets were already teeming with local life. Several elderly gentleman sat on the bench outside Jensen’s Corner Store, canes in hand, people watching as they often did on a lazy summer day. Luke gazed, wide eyed in fascination, as the shoppers bustled in and out of the small stores lining Main Street, and the joggers running in place at the town’s only stop light.

  “We have nothing like this like back home,” he grinned in her direction, watching as she pulled into an empty space in front of the hardware store. Mr. Kelley was just opening up for the morning and gave a polite wave in Amy’s direction. She returned the wave and Luke’s smile grew even wider, “I think my people will be very happy here.”

  Inside, she headed straight for the hoses while Luke wandered the other aisles in search of parts he needed to repair the ship. She located her hose almost immediately and anxiously joined him, concerned he might reveal too much to a seemingly-friendly customer. The store was empty, to Amy’s relief, except for a younger cashier looking completely unamused behind the counter. Luke grabbed some wires and other gadgets, and Amy paid for their things before they headed back out into the sunlight. She was eager to head home; the town made her uncomfortable on a regular basis, let alone with an alien by her side.

  Luke stopped just short of the truck and gave her the biggest, puppy dog eyes he could muster. “Could we see a few more…”

  “Shops?” Amy finished his sentence.

  “Yes,” he chuckled. “Shops. Please? This is the closest I have dared to venture into a populated area. You give me courage.”

  Amy sighed and rolled her eyes, giving the sexy yet sensitive Luke a warm smile. How could she refuse that plea? As they walked, passersby gawked and marveled; it was unusual to see her with someone, and a stranger at that. The younger girls swooned when they passed; Luke seemed unaffected by the attention. Amy smiled wider—he only had eyes for her.

  He sampled an ice cream she bought him on the way back to the truck. “So, you have always lived here? In the same place? We were always migrating; we went wherever we could find water.”

  Her heart saddened thinking of a young Luke packing up his things and traveling where ever the family needed to go. He must’ve been so lonely, not living anywhere long enough to make any real friends. She gave his hand a loving squeeze and he smiled a child-like grin. Each stop on their adventure held a fascination in his eyes that forced even Amy to look at her own town through new eyes. Explaining the world to someone that had never experienced it made everything seem so new, so different, even if you had seen it a thousand times before then. He marveled at the countless numbers of trees and bright green grasses.

  “You have so much beauty here,” he sighed, laying his soft brown hair onto the back of the truck seat. “You must be such a happy race.”

  Amy snickered at the thought. Unfortunately, she knew that most people went about their lives, never once stopping to appreciate what they had, taking it all for granted.

  She wanted to ask him why his home planet was dying, but paused, thinking it might be rude to inquire.

  “Do you mind if I ask… what happened to your home?” She kept her eyes fixed on the road ahead to avoid contact with Luke’s. “Do you know why it’s… dying?”

  He gave a long sigh. “The history books have pretty much been destroyed by the intense weather and dust storms, but from what has been passed down by word of mouth, it was my ancestors that started the decay, experimenting with weapons and other tools of wasteful destruction. My mother once told me it was because they didn’t take care of what they had while they had it.”

  Amy’s stomach churned as she gripped the wheel; the story sounded all too familiar. That could be us someday.

  ****

  Back on the farm, Luke headed down the path toward his ship, eager to work on some more repairs before dark. Amy wandered out to the pasture with Shiloh, checking on her cattle. The day had slipped away from her, lost in a sea of fascination with Luke, so she hurried through her chores in an attempt to catch up.

  Soon, the sun began its decent once more behind the treetops; Amy headed indoors to retire. She showered alone as Luke continued to work until darkness had already crept over the land; her mind wandered under the warmth of the water on her back. Her heart pulled at her, feeling such shame for the way her race squandered its wealth, and for Luke and the childhood he had to endure. She heard a soft knock on the bathroom door and called out, “It’s open.”

  Luke entered, smiling a playful grin as he walked toward her. He wrapped her tightly in his arms and planted a long kiss on her wet cheek.

  “See?” he teased and tugged at the bottom of her towel, “I can knock.”

  She pushed him lightly back with a laugh and he lunged again, this time getting a better grip on the edge and the towel fell free, exposing her naked body. He grinned and gave Amy a hungry growl, grasping her soft hips and drawing her nearer to his body. With a long, loving kiss, the two stood entranced in one another’s arms. She inhaled the scent of his skin, allowing the smell to fill her thoughts with images of the night to come.

  She dressed and headed downstairs to make dinner, hunger temporarily disrupting her thoughts. She had a delicious meal waiting on the table for them by the time Luke had showered and returned to her side. They sat across from one another, savoring each other’s company and chatted about the day. Luke was filled with questions, more about life in a small town and about Amy’s childhood.

  She told stories of her first time on a horse and milking a cow, how she cried when her favorite dog Sammy died and how her father had buried him beneath the large oak now stretching up past her bedroom window. He listened intently, gobbling down his meal voraciously. Rising from the table, Luke gave her a knowing smile—the two both had more than food on their minds. He leaned forward and kissed her deeply on the lips, reaching up with large hand to caress her soft skin. She wanted him by her side forever; to gaze into those emerald eyes for the rest of her life.

  ****

  After dinner, Amy led Luke up the wooden staircase to the bedroom once again, only this time she knew to be a little more reserved than she had been their first time in bed. His innocence only increased the attraction already building deep within her, making it even more difficult to contain the raw desire looming just below the surface.

  He cupped her face in his hands, drawing deep kisses from her supple lips as they moved closer to the bed. He seemed more confident than the night before, more dominating than when he first explored her body. With a swoop, she was in his arms, his hands coddling her ass, as he carried her to the bed and lay her head gently upon the pillow. Amy watched hungrily while he stripped off his new clothes and tossed them aside, revealing his body to her longing eyes once more.

  She could feel herself getting wet from the anticipation, longing to feel him fill her for the first time. He unbuckled her jeans and slid them to the end of bed, rubbing her thighs and legs as he went. Amy assisted by lifting her shirt high above her head, its collar catching on her ears in the heat of desire. He stopped her, eyes still covered by the material and kissed her lips. The sensation rippled through her, leaving her body quivering for more. Once naked, he mounted her, kissing at her neck with gentle, playful nips.

  “I want to feel you inside me, Luke,” she whispered breathlessly. “I need you.”

  Amy pushed Luke aside so that he lay with his throbbing manhood exposed to her, and lifted herself up onto his chest. He gazed up, wide-eyed, unsure of himself or what to do next. Slowly, Amy inched his massive cock deep inside her, the waves of lust pounding like ocean waves on a shore. As he filled her completely, stretching her inner walls to their fullest extent, she smiled and leaned down to kiss him once more.

  Luke’s large hands gripped her sides nervously
as she began to rock slowly back and forth atop her gorgeous lover. A moan escaped her lips, the feeling of all of him inside her, pushing her to the brink of ecstasy. She longed to go faster, deeper, and harder but held back. He watched, licking his lips, as her hips swayed to and from, pushing his cock deep inside, then pulling back to tease him. Soon the fearfulness has faded, leaving behind only sheer desire. He growled upward at her grinning face and tossed her onto the bed roughly, causing Amy to let out a moan of pleasure and surprise.

  “You feel incredible,” he gritted his teeth, the passion consuming him,” I want more of you Amy; all of you. Now.”

  She conceded, allowing Luke to take over and mount her quivering body. With a little guidance, he was deep inside her once more. Amy gasped. His thrusts were deep, filled with need, and hard as he grunted hungrily. Amy grasped the pillow above her head; the sensation was like nothing she had ever felt, not in her wildest of fantasies. He progressively thrusted deeper and harder, the springs of her old bed clinching under the weight of their lust.

  “Oh, Amy—tell me,” he panted, “Tell me you’re mine; tell me to make you cum.”

  “Make me cum, Luke!” she cried out loudly, the pressure almost too much to bear. She needed to release; to cum on his hard, pulsing shaft.

  “Yes!” he cried out and pumped even deeper, rubbing the thick pad of his thumb against her clit, sending shock waves of utter bliss through her body.

  Their bodies exploded with pleasure together, the world spinning in a moment of euphoric bliss. Luke collapsed onto her heaving chest and lay still, shaking from the heated moment. Amy reached up and ran her fingers through his soft hair, calming his breathing, and gave a long sigh of relief. Finally, the torture of the past few days, feeling the drive to be near him flooding in like waves, was followed by pure, heavenly peace. As the night went onward, they lay, wrapped in deep embrace, caressing and soothing the years of toil from one another’s bodies. She gazed into his deep green eyes with a look of compassion, thinking of his life and how she longed to make sure the rest of his years were spent in happiness with her on the farm. But laying below the surface of joy, Amy’s heart was slowly sinking, knowing that Luke would soon fix his ship and return home with news to his surviving people of the new land. How long would he be away from her? Would he ever return? She looked down at the bed, her thoughts trailing off to an image of her waiting her entire life with no sign of his ship on the horizon.