Layla and Her Alien

by Andrea Allen

  Julie had been looking forward to talking with him, staring into those gorgeous green eyes, thinking about all the naughty things they could do together. But he hadn't even had the decency to show up. Yet another disappointment in her life! She couldn't remember experiencing a worse week. It was supposed to be her fifth anniversary with her boyfriend. And she was supposed to make a huge commission on this much-anticipated the celebrity wedding. But within 48 hours, everything had fallen apart. Everything she had worked and dreamed about—career success, love, family. It all seemed within her grasp, just inches away. She would have it all. She would be a career woman but she would also have a husband and eventually children. And then maybe she would move out to the suburbs and lead a traditional and conventional life. That's all she wanted. Or at least that's what she had told herself. But maybe she wasn't being honest. Maybe deep down she hungered for a different kind of life, a life of adventure and travel. But who was she going to do that with? Now that Jeffrey was out of her life, she was alone. The thought of going back on the dating scene made her curse with disgust. Those awkward first encounters. First dates. Always the same stupid questions, the same stupid stories. Did she really want to go through that again? It had been more than five years since she had gone on a date with a man besides Jeffrey. She had very little desire to return to the lion’s den of the New York City dating scene.

  She felt a hand on her shoulder. Her body grew rigid, she looked up.

  “Sorry, I'm late. Go stuck in traffic.” Trent brushed a tangle of blonde hair out of his face and sat down. I'm really sorry it's just running around traffic was crazy.

  Julie stared at the blonde haired hunk in silence. He'd come out of nowhere. His touch had sent electric shocks through her body, which were still reverberating, moving down through her, dampening her panties, making her flesh tingle. Her eyes fixed on his. She blinked several times, then swallowed hard.

  “No worries,” she said, lowering her head and shaking it from side to side.

  “What a time to be in NYC,” he said. Have you lived here for a long time?

  “The last five years.”

  “Interesting. Where are you from originally?”

  “Denver.”

  “Awesome. I love riding on I-287 up through the mountains. Why did you come to New York?”

  Julie's eyes drifted away from Trent and off into the distance. Why had she come to New York? Why did anyone come across the country or across the ocean to New York?

  “Same reason as everybody else. Sex and the city. Fun, glamorous life. Love, family.”

  “You came to New York to find love and family?” Trent asked skeptically.

  Julie narrowed her eyes and stared at him.

  He put his hands up. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. It was just a question.”

  Julie waved her hand in front of her face. She couldn't bear to hear any more. It wasn't his fault. She'd already forgiven him.

  “It's okay. she said I just suck at my job.”

  Trent reached out and put his hand on top of hers. Their eyes locked.

  “No, you don’t. I think you did a really good job. It was a bad match from the start.”

  Julie's eyes popped open. “A bad match? What do you mean? She seemed like she was really into you.”

  Trent snickered, played with his hair, and turned away from her. “Yes, she was really into me. Into my money and my celebrity status. That's about it.”

  “That's more than a lot of guys can say.” Julie wasn’t sure where that had come from. But she hadn’t been able to contain herself.

  “Well, let’s just say that I set my standards a lot higher than most guys.

  Not to be arrogant or anything.”

  Julie smiled. Her eyes flickered with desire. “That definitely sounds a little bit arrogant.”

  There was a moment of silence.

  Then they both started laughing. They spent the next 20 minutes laughing and talking. Julie had never had much interest in athletes or football, but she loved his wild and adventurous spirit. It made her fantasize about the open road, the wind blowing through her hair, adrenaline coursing through her body, her arms wrapped around his torso.

  Trent licked his full, kissable lips, and smiled slyly. “Have you ever been on a bike before?”

  “A bike? What do you mean?”

  Chapter 9

  “Just hold on tight. Okay?” Trent said.

  Julie nodded up and down. Trent stared at her with a cocky confident grin. She had never ridden before. He was going to give her an experience that she would never forget.

  Trent pulled onto the West Side Highway and started flying, blowing past cars, weaving in between them. He felt so free. He loved the feel of the wind on the skin. He loved the feel of Julie’s arms wrapped tightly around him. This was something he had never experienced with Pamela. Sharing the open road with a woman, even though he hardly knew, was even more exhilarating than he had anticipated.

  This is what he had been missing. They rode for about an hour and exited the highway in near Greenwich Village.

  “I hope I didn't go too fast.”

  Her face flushed. She blinked several times. They stared at each other in silence for a few moments. She came forward with her arms wide open and hugged him. He smiled, not quite sure what to do. But then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight to him. A strange energy passed from her body to his. It was unlike anything he'd experienced. He immediately felt a strong connection with her. It didn't quite make sense to him. But it felt so real.

  After they broke the embrace, they stared at each other a bit longer. She reached up, grabbed his face, and kissed him on the lips.

  “Damn, you're fast. And bold.”

  She raised an eyebrow. “So are you.”

  Something deep within his soul told him that there was much more to this young woman than he had ever imagined. On the surface, she seemed plain, boring and conservative. Attractive, yes. But bland. But now he suspected that deep down within her, she yearned for adventure, yearned for the open road. That was a life he could give her.

  “You ever thought about taking a cross-country trip?” he asked.

  “Well, actually yes. Do you happen to know anybody who's looking for a travel companion?”

  “I think I might,” Trent said playfully.

  Julie took a step towards him, let her hands slide down his chest, and settle over his crotch. She squeezed the hard bulge. Trent closed his eyes and sighed. He could only admire that sort of boldness in a woman.

  He leaned his head down. Their lips touched her softly. Once. Twice. Three times. And then their lips locked, their tongues twisted and twirled, darted and sloshed.

  He kissed her neck. Nibbled on her ear.

  He whispered, “What do you think about spending the weekend together in a five-star hotel, just the two of us?”

  “And then what?

  “And then we head across the country. Just you and I. Bonnie and Clyde. Wild and free.”

  They spent a few more minutes kissing on the sidewalk. Then they got back on the bike. Julie wrapped her arms around his torso and let her head fall onto his back.

  Chapter 10

  Once in the hotel room, it was only moments before they started tearing at each other's clothes, scratching and clawing, kissing hungrily. Julie could feel her panties soaking wet. It had been so long since she'd been ravished by a man, truly dominated, pleased and pleasured. Oh my God! His hands were so strong, his arms so ripped and hard. He pulled off his shirt, revealing a tattooed, beautifully defined physique. Her eyes fixed on the bulge in his pants. She wanted that cock, wanted it in her hands and in her mouth. She quickly dropped to her knees and began undoing the belt buckle.

  Trent leaned his head back and moaned. She reached into his boxers and pulled out a thick, beautiful circumcised, semi-hard cock. She marveled at it.

  “Oh my God! That's such a beautiful cock. It's huge.”

  Trent smiled. �
��Don't worry baby. I'll be gentle.”

  “No, I don't want you to be gentle. I want you to fuck me really hard.”

  Trent’s eyes opened wide. He smiled and shook his head.

  Julie gripped the huge balls in one hand and with the other, she worked his cock up and down, from the base to the head. She stuck her tongue into the piss slit and tasted the honey nectar pre-cum.

  He was breathing heavy, moaning with his eyes closed. She smiled as she looked up at him. She loved knowing that she could please him, tame that beast, skillfully milk that cock. Her eyes opened wide with desire. Her pupils dilated.

  She licked up and down the shaft, swirled her tongue around the huge head.

  She reached between her legs and began stroking her wet labia. She brought the juice slicked fingers to her lips, then slipped them into her mouth. She loved the taste of herself. She rubbed the wet fingers around the rim of Trent's ass hole.

  “Yes,” he said. “Fuck. That feels good.”

  She loved pleasing him, making him moan and groan. She knew that her generosity would be reciprocated many times over. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her silly, push her over the edge, make her cum harder than she'd ever thought possible. She wanted his seed deep inside of her. She wanted to feel his cock stretching her walls, pumping deeper into her than any man ever had, filling her completely. Never in her life had she held such a beautiful cock. Veins snaked up and down. It was so fucking hard! She was sure that he would shoot a huge load into her.

  She got off her knees and stood up. She put her hands on his pecs and squeeze, then let her hands dance down his six pack. “Oh my God,” she said, “I want you inside me.”

  He reached down, grabbed her head, and began kissing her on the mouth. He gripped her ass and lifted her in the air. She wrapped her her legs around his torso and0 her arms around his neck. She loved the feel of those strong hands, quarterback, football gripping hands, tightly palming her ass.

  She felt his cock going in and out of her. She threw her head back and moaned.

  She had never imagined taking something so hard and big inside of her. But it felt so good. There was no need for lube. She was dripping wet.

  He pressed her up against the wall and began pounding her thrusting his hips back and forth. They were both sweating and panting and scratching and clawing. Julie could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, an orgasm quickly taking hold of her. Within moments she began losing control of her body, writhing, twisting. Trent gripped her even tighter and thrust even harder.

  He let out a loud groan as he shot his seed deep into her. His thrusting hips gradually slowed down until he soon came to a complete stop. Still pressed up against the wall, she kept her arms around his neck and her head on his shoulder.

  No man had ever made love to her like that. She'd never completely lost control of her body during an orgasm.

  Trent carried her to the hotel bed and gently laid her down. He began kissing the insides of her thighs. She was going to come again and again and again. His tongue moved up and down her labia, across and diagonally. He flicked against her clit head, once, twice, then he put his hands under her ass, pressed his face into her dripping cunt and began sucking. Within seconds she lost control of herself again, spasming wildly. A fountain of fluids shot of her and into the air.

  More and more fluid came out of her soaking both of them and the bed.

  “Holy shit! You’re a squirter. That’s awesome!

  Julie spasmed on the bed several times, rolling over on her stomach, then onto her back. She could feel the wet, puddle of desire underneath. She had never done anything like that. She had never even imagined that she could squirt.

  When she had finally gained control of herself, she extended her arms to Trent. Tears of joy rolled down her cheeks. She rested her head on his chest. Her body heaved up and down. She had never imagined that an orgasm could be so powerful, so deeply moving, that it could bring her to tears. He held and comforted her. This was the man she needed. This was the man who would give her the life that she dreamed of.

  After three days of frolicking and cavorting, licking and sucking, cumming and squirting, kissing and slurping, they hit the open road on Trent's bike. American style. Wild and free.

  THE END

  Bonus 11 of 30

  Hunting for Love

  Description

  Agent Amanda Kowaski might only be a rookie, but she's as ambitious as anybody in the Bureau. Her green eyes burn with a desire for justice, which gives her little time or energy for anything else. And that’s just the way she likes it. She's not interested in any sort of romantic entanglements. Or at least that's what she keeps telling herself

  But as her investigation into a sexy, mysterious, Russian spy, intensifies, she feels a whirl of strange emotions and tingling sensations, bubbling up inside of her.

  But it's not just the potential Russian spy that begins to arouse her sexual urges.

  She also finds herself incredibly turned on by her older, tough talking, hard drinking partner, Nolte.

  Which direction will she turn? Will she risk her up and coming career and begin a torrid love affair with her partner? Or will she go even further, committing treason in the name of love, and begin a passionate relationship with the sexy Russian?

  Love and desire make her lose control of herself. She hates it. She loves it. Yes, she absolutely loves it! Two men fighting over her. Two men loving her.

  Oh, what an incredible feeling!

  Chapter 1

  Kowaski slammed her laptop shut and stood up from her desk. She paced around her office, a frown etched on her face. Frustration shown in her eyes. She rubbed her neck. Her entire body was stiff and sore. She'd been sitting in that chair for the last six hours, locked in her office, away from everyone else at the Bureau. As much as she hated to admit it, this case was starting to get to her.

  Take it easy, her father would've said. You’re just a rookie. Don't push things too hard. You’ll end up alienating your fellow officers.

  If he was still alive to say that to her, she would've rolled her eyes and smirked. She was never one to take it easy. Never one to calm down. She was full of ambition. Rookie or not. She only knew one way to work. Only one way to live. Full throttle, pedal to the metal.

  She checked her watch. It was 3:30 in the afternoon. Nolte should've been back an hour ago. She hadn't even noticed the time go by. They had an evening surveillance assignment. Sergei Bronov. They would be watching him, again, for the 15th straight day. He was a Russian playboy. At least that was his cover. They suspected him of being a spy and conducting undercover operations within the United States will the intention of infiltrating and undermining the government of the United States.

  She had never much been into politics. But the result of the last election was something that she couldn’t live with. It was not a free and fair election. No way. There had been foreign interference. The Russians. She was sure of it. But now she had to go about digging up some real, hard evidence that she could take to the director. Once she turned it over to him, she hoped that he would finally go in front of Congress and reveal their findings.

  She felt a deep patriotic duty to get to the bottom of this case. Unfortunately, not everyone in the building shared her enthusiasm or sense of patriotism. This was a great source of disappointment for her. It seemed like only half of the Bureau had any interest in really figuring out whether or not the Russians had interfered in the election. What role did Russia play? Did the current administration collaborate with them? And if so, why? And what was there to expect in the future?

  There were so many unanswered questions. But it seemed like there were also so many roadblocks being thrown up against the investigation. Before his passing two years ago, her father had warned her about the internal politics that she would most likely run up against. But she was still surprised by just how intense it could be. Weren’t they all Americans? Weren’t they all fighting for the same thing? To protect
the interests of the United States? If so why so much political bickering?

  The lack of teamwork frustrated her. But she wouldn't let it deter her. She was going to break this case. Rookie or not.

  Someone knocked on the door. She spun around. The handle turned. The door opened.

  Nolte. He smiled and brushed a tangle of disheveled brown hair from his face.

  She looked him dead in the eyes, frowning, brow furrowed. At least he's not drunk, she said to herself. Or not as drunk as he usually is by this time in the afternoon.

  She crossed her arms against her chest. “Weren’t you supposed to be here an hour ago?”

  Nolte reached into his pants pocket and pulled out his phone. His eyes open wide. “Yeah, sorry about that. Ex-wife. Kids. Crazy shit going on in my life. Sorry.”

  Her father had always told her not to bring personal or family business into the office. Keep that crap at home, he used to say. Everyone's got problems. Nobody wants to hear about yours.

  Despite those hard-boiled lessons, she couldn't help feeling some sense of empathy for her screw-up of a partner. Apparently, he had really been going through a lot with his ex-wife lately. Divorce. Kids. Money. A messy settlement.

  “Okay,” she said. “Next time if you’re going to be late, just call me.”

  A sly smile passed across his face.

  She shook her head confused. Not sure what had caused that reaction.

  “Have you been anxiously waiting for me, Kowaski? Maybe touching yourself underneath the desk?”

  Her face turned red. She turned her back on him and mumbled something under her breath. This was the bastard that they forced her to work with. Maybe the higher-ups were trying to send her a message. Maybe they were trying to break her. Or maybe they were just trying to test her spirit. There was no way to be sure.