by Cara Wylde
Well, the good news was the conversation had taken such an interesting turn that Allie forgot about how badly her whole body itched. It still felt like it was on fire, but that was fine. She was in hell and getting used to it. She pulled her chair closer to the table.
“You know, nothing would make me happier than calling it all the most pathetic BS I’ve ever heard, but I think you might be right. I remember stumbling across some articles while happily scrolling through my Facebook feed some months ago. Oh, Facebook… How I miss my Facebook, my Instagram… Pinterest. It’s all history, now.”
Ark finally looked at her. He did blush a bit when he caught her gaze. It was all so ridiculous! Allie wasn’t, by any means, the first woman he’d ever been with. So, why was he so scared of her? Why was he so desperate for her approval and so terrified he might chase her away?
“Anyway. I didn’t pay much attention. Not a history buff, and certainly not a science buff. Don’t ask me what I like. I don’t want you to change your good opinion of me.”
“I could never change my opinion of you.”
They looked at each other for what felt like a suspended moment in time. Neither of them knew what would happen next. They had both hoped for something, for the only thing that could follow a sexy, romantic dinner, but their dinner had nothing in common with the word “romantic”. Allie was thinking it, and Ark could read it when he focused on her thoughts. He could also sense her disappointment. She had been excited at the idea of the perfect evening with the perfect date, and it had all gone down the drain. None of their plans had worked as expected. Now, more than ever, Ark was convinced that no matter how hard he tried, there was no way he could get the seduction part right. He was a failure. He couldn’t even get his twin flame to like him.
“You’re not a failure,” she whispered.
“You’re in my head.”
“And you’re in mine.”
Telepathically, they were dancing around each other. Allie’s psychic walls weren’t completely lowered, and Ark knew he had to keep his up, lest she’d see just how much he wanted her, and how obsessed he was with her body, her scent, her soft skin… How much he craved to touch and kiss her. So, where did that leave them? Staring into each other’s eyes, trying to guess what the other one might do, and wondering whether there was any way of salvaging the evening.
Ark would have made the first step. He would have said “screw it!”, picked her up, and taken her to his quarters. What made him hesitate? The fifty shades of a failed attempt which had left her with a sore bum and him with a room full of sex toys, and a wounded ego. If she had been any other woman, an Unxendi, he would’ve never had second thoughts. Not in a million years. But she wasn’t. This was Alison Page, a Terran who was his twin flame. A Terran he shouldn’t have rescued. So far, he’d avoided thinking about the Council, but if he were to be honest with himself, he kind of expected this Terran to cost him his career.
Allie didn’t know what she was waiting for. For him to make a move? He’d made enough of those, and she’d shot him down every time. Maybe it was time for her to take the lead. But, did she want to? The decision in front of her had nothing to do with the fleas which were eating her alive, nor with the so-called scientific solution Ark had just given her. No. This wasn’t casual. Her heart knew that if she gave herself to the Unxendi Captain, there would be no turning back. She’d be his forever. She couldn’t feel the twin flame connection yet, but she had a vague impression she might feel it later. This was bigger and greater than marriage. On Old Earth, marriage had long lost its significance. Easily attainable, and just as easy to break. Sometime in her twenties, Allie had decided it wasn’t a must for her. She had more friends who were divorced than friends who were married, let alone happily married. No, the decision she was facing here and now didn’t even come close to what marriage was for her species. Then again, maybe it wasn’t a decision at all. Maybe, it was destiny.
“Alison.”
“Arkvar.”
She stood up. Slowly, languidly, making a show of pushing her chair back and rounding the table.
He met her half way.
She looked up into his eyes and placed her hands on his broad chest. Even in high heels, she still needed to lift herself up on her tiptoes to reach his lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered.
She smiled. “I want you to rid me of these awful pests, of course.”
As the words left her red, luscious lips, her walls fell down completely. Allie’s mind invaded Ark’s own. With a sigh, he let go and removed the barriers he’d so carefully held in place. There was nothing between them now. No secrets, no hidden thoughts, no regrets about what the both of them wanted.
Ark captured Allie’s delicious lips in a long, demanding kiss, and felt her body melt in his arms. He pulled her against his body, aligning her soft, full curves with the strong edges of his muscles, and let his hands roam all over her back and hips.
Allie moaned and dug her fingers into his raven black hair. She pulled at the short strands, grabbed the back of his neck, pushed her tongue between his lips… She rolled her hips seductively, and trembled when she felt his erection press against her stomach. Too many clothes, too much space separating them still. She raised her right leg and tried to wrap it around his waist. This was taking too long. In their heads, they were already making love. His mind had already penetrated hers, and she loved it. She wanted more, much more. She was hungry, thirsty, and desperate for him. It felt as if she was just now realizing she had been waiting for him all her life. She had lived with a void inside of her, and his thoughts, his touches, and the taste of his tongue were finally beginning to fill that void.
“Take me…”
“Alison…”
“… to your room.”
He kissed her feverishly. There was no time to walk to his quarters. They could have run and not gotten there fast enough. They didn’t have time to talk about it, either. Ark knew she was ready. Now that he had full access to her mind, he knew how strong she was. Her telepathic and manifesting abilities matched the ones of his race.
“Do you trust me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
No pause. No hesitation. She meant it.
Ark visualized his personal portal and used his mind to pull her energy through it. He was impressed at how easily she surrendered to him. No questions, no doubts, no need for explanations… When they opened their eyes, they were in his quarters.
Allie pulled away for a moment, and looked around her. She squealed and clapped her hands in excitement, quickly taking in the sofa, the desk, and the king-sized bed peeking from behind the open door of the bedroom. She went straight for it, and motioned for Ark to follow her. On the way, she undid the zipper on the back of her dress, and by the time she reached the edge of the bed, she had stepped out of the garment.
Ark stopped in his tracks. The sight of her lingerie-clad body swaying seductively as she walked, the way her blonde curls bounced on her bare shoulders, the simple and natural gesture of undressing and offering herself to him… It was all too much. It was more than he had imagined. When she turned to face him, there was such confidence in her sky-blue eyes that Ark was ready to fall to the ground and kiss the soles of her feet in adoration.
The telepathic connection they had was incredible. Allie knew exactly what she was doing to him. Having access to his thoughts meant she had the power to drive him insane with lust. Holding his hungry gaze, she started touching herself lightly, gently running her fingers down her full breasts, soft stomach, over the delicate fabric of her red panties, and up and down her generous hips. At her silent command, Unxendi music began playing through the walls, enveloping them in soft, seductive tones, inspiring her hips to sway and roll as her hands made her own skin sing with pleasure. Soon, her fingers were teasing the straps of her bra and panties, playing with them just enough to make Ark’s heart beat faster.
“Come here,”
she whispered.
Once he was within arm’s reach, Allie started unbuttoning his uniform, seeking access to those perfect pecks she had been dreaming of for days. Her white, tiny hands looked strange against his dark blue skin. Then again, if she looked closer, she could see the faint bluish hue covering her pores. This time, she smiled. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing that she was becoming more like him. Her fingers grabbed and massaged, caressed and marveled at the strong muscles underneath his alien flesh. She moved her hands lower and lower, counting the squares on his abs, following the sharp lines that led to the massive erection still hidden inside his uniform pants. Before going for the zipper, Allie took her time to cup him through the rough fabric, enjoying the grunt vibrating in his chest.
He allowed her to touch and explore. Yes, he wanted nothing more than to throw her onto the bed and enter her, but he knew this moment was special. It would’ve been a real shame to rush it. He almost changed his mind and threw all caution out the window when she grabbed his cock and ran her fingers up and down the length. He grunted, closed his eyes, but then she did it again, this time stepping so close to him that her breasts crushed against his bare chest. That was it. He couldn’t take it anymore. He wrapped his arms around her waist, lifted her off the ground, and threw her right on top of the covers. She yelped and started laughing, but his mouth was there to muffle the sounds and give her vocal chords something better to do: moan.
Ark cupped her breasts in his big, strong hands while tracing kisses up and down her neck and collarbone. He licked, nipped, and sucked until Allie was writhing with impatience. He could smell her arousal. He would soon taste it, too, but he was determined to take his time and fully enjoy every minute of torturing her delicious body.
“Oh…” Allie moaned when Ark pulled at her bra, not even bothering to figure out how it worked. “It’s like you’ve never seen one of these before…”
His only lesson in women’s clothing had probably been the two Fifty Shades movie. The bra ended up under her breasts, which only made them look fuller and perkier.
He wrapped his lips around a hard nipple while teasing the other with his fingers. When she moaned louder and arched her back, Ark knew he was on the right track. He sucked and nibbled at her breasts until Allie’s whole body was trembling, and her nails were digging into his shoulders. One second, she was trying to pull him up to kiss him, the next, she was pushing him down, trying to get him to the place that really needed his attention. He smiled as he kissed his way to the elastic band of her red panties.
Allie opened her legs wide and pushed her pelvis into his face, then moaned in frustration when he held her down. No man had ever teased her like this. In truth, she couldn’t believe Arkvar could be so patient and thorough after she’d made him wait for so long. He refused to remove her panties. Instead, he kissed and licked around them, intentionally avoiding her soaked core. When he finally touched her sensitive folds through the lacey fabric, she almost came.
“Mmm… please.”
“Please what?”
“You know what.”
He chuckled and pushed her panties aside, just enough to run the tip of his finger from her clit to her entrance. He took his sweet time to look at her pussy and inhale the intoxicating scent that told him she wanted him more than anything. He rubbed her gently, listening to her moans, soft curses, and indulging in all the dirty little thoughts running through her head. She hadn’t even seen his cock, yet the image playing in her mind over and over was of him pushing himself inside her and fucking her hard and fast. It was a good thing he knew how she liked it… Still, Ark was still determined to make her wait. The anticipation was killing him, too, but the reward would be worth it.
After a few more minutes of teasing and lightly stroking, he rolled the panties down her long legs and attacked her throbbing clit with his tongue, while burying two fingers deep inside her wet pussy. It all lasted less than he expected. Soon, Allie was moaning loud, arching her body off the bed, and shaking with a mind-blowing orgasm.
Eyes wide, staring at the ceiling, she thought it would never end. Waves of pleasure ran up and down her spine and made her toes curl. In a daze, she started pulling at him, scratching and biting, forcing him to climb on top of her and get rid of his stupid pants. How could he still be dressed when she was sprawled on his bed, naked and ready for another orgasm?
“So wet,” he whispered against her lips as he entered her slowly. “You’re warm, soft, and… tight.”
Allie laughed, but she didn’t know why. He hadn’t said anything funny. Then again, she wasn’t thinking straight. If she had known having sex with an alien felt like being high…
“You’re so beautiful…”
She looked up at him. The adoration she saw in his eyes threw her off guard.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
She dug her heels into his hips, urging him to move faster. He was big. It had been enough to touch him through his pants to see he was bigger than any man she’d been with. She was bracing herself for some real pain, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if he split her in two if that meant she’d be his forever.
Ark leaned in for a deep kiss. As he thrust his tongue between her lips, he entered her in a swift motion, burying the entire length of his cock inside her throbbing pussy. He moved slowly at first, then faster, picking up the rhythm and making the bed shake underneath them.
Allie’s eyes went wide with the realization that it didn’t hurt in the least. In fact, it felt like his size was ideal for her. Like their bodies had been made to fit perfectly. Two pieces of a puzzle. How was it even possible? For a moment, the mystery distracted her, then Ark slightly changed the angle, and she forgot all about it. Her hands reached over her head to grab at the pillows, the sheets, anything… Her body met his every thrust, eagerly opening itself more and more, her pussy ready to receive everything he had to give her.
“Come inside me,” she whispered. “I need you to come inside me…”
Ark wanted to make a joke about how that was actually necessary if she wanted to get rid of Skippy’s fleas, but it would have ruined the moment. Also, he was too busy staring at her wet, open lips, and being entranced by the way her full breasts bounced in rhythm with his deep, strong thrusts. His Alison had the body of a goddess. A sensual, fertile goddess who was now his and only his. His twin flame. The woman he’d crossed the entire Universe to find.
“Oh yes! Yes, don’t stop!”
She screamed when his cock hit her just right and threw her over the edge. She moaned, mumbled his name, and telepathically begged for him to keep going. She needed him to keep going. She pulled at the sheets, and she was pretty sure she heard the distinct sound of fabric ripping under pressure. It felt like her orgasm lasted forever, and then, when she was just about to recover, she felt him tense above her and shoot his seed deep within her passage. The sheer sensation of being claimed so fully and eagerly, of being filled by the man she’d fantasized about, threw her over the edge again, and this time she screamed louder, her voice so tired and hoarse that if anyone heard her, they might think she was screaming in pain, not pleasure.
Ark let out a single long moan as he came inside her. Her walls clenched and unclenched around him, squeezing him and milking him dry, as if she didn’t want it to end. He knew she didn’t want this moment to end. He could see it, hear it, and feel it with his mind, body, and soul. He didn’t want it to end either.
They weren’t two anymore. They were one.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Allie woke up slowly, lazily, stretching her sore muscles with care. She smiled at how delicious the pain was. It reminded her of how she felt back on Earth, after an intense session of weightlifting. She loved moving her body, and she hoped one day she wouldn’t be as stressed as she’d been lately, and she’d get around to manifesting a proper gym next to her room on The Hesperia. She’d make sure, however, to graciously omit the elliptical bike. She hated the
elliptical bike.
Turning on her side, her hand coming to rest on Ark’s ripped stomach, Allie thought that day couldn’t be very far. He was asleep, his chest rising and falling in perfect rhythm, the soft blanket they had draped over themselves hours ago strategically bundled just below his navel.
Allie’s eyes studied his strong, masculine features, then traveled up and down his chest and abs, as if she couldn’t get enough of the view. She remembered the Greek statues she had seen in an art album… Ark looked better that all of them. A blue-skinned god who’d fallen from the skies to save her. Or kidnap her. It was strange, but after all they’d been through, it didn’t matter anymore.
Her blue gaze eventually stopped on the massive bulge hiding underneath the blanket. Her fingers traced the line of soft black hair leading to the cock she had yet to see. Last night, it had all happened too fast. The second Ark had taken control, Allie had forgotten all she’d intended to do to him. She’d been wondering what he tasted like for days… This was her chance.
A last quick glance at his face reassured Allie the coast was clear. She wanted to surprise him. One of her greatest pleasures was to wake her man up with a blowjob, but this time, it wasn’t just that. She also wanted to take her time to look at Ark’s naked body when he was relaxed, when his guard was down. She wanted to see him as he was, not as he wanted to be seen by her. He’d tried so hard and… oh-so-wrong to impress her. One of these days, she’d have to let him know all he had to do was be himself.
Allie pulled down the blanket. Inch by inch, she revealed the most gorgeous blue cock she’d ever seen. Well… it wasn’t like she’d seen that many blue cocks, to be honest. Not outside of sex shops. And those weren’t real. The engorged head was of a darker shade of blue, while the length was covered in strong blue veins. Was he dreaming about her? Translucent drops of pre-cum were gathering at the slit, and Allie licked her lips. She wanted to taste him. She wanted to run her hand up and down that long shaft, suck the head between her lips, and squeeze the base so he wouldn’t come until she allowed him to. And she would… after she’d taken another minute to stare at the massive piece of flesh which should have split her in two the night before. Knowing her own skills and limits, Allie doubted she could take him all into her mouth. She’d probably gag about half way. Which reminded her…