Noone Else on Earth

by Jeanne Barrack

  He picked up his cell phone and punched in her number.

  “Hi. This is Patty. I can’t come to the phone right now, but please leave your name and number and I’ll get back to you as soon as possible. Have a wonderful day.”

  “Hi, Patty, it’s Tony. I’d like to get together to talk, maybe go out to dinner? Please call me at the number Julie gave you. It’s my cell phone, and I always have it on and with me.” He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry we had to meet up again like we did. I wanted it to be a lot different. Hope the rest of your day was better.”

  He flipped off the phone and sat back with a sigh.

  Would she call?

  * * * * *

  Patty stared at the phone. It was silent now. Tony had hung up after leaving his message. Could it be possible that he was interested? He sounded disappointed that she hadn’t been there.

  But, of course she had been right there, listening to his voice. She’d played his message over and over, analyzing his intonation and words, driving herself crazy trying to decipher them. She’d finally given up. She looked over at the clock. It was ten. Was it too late to call him? She thought of all those lost opportunities, of that last night when she’d seen him naked in the moonlight and thought he’d called her name.

  She picked up the phone.

  “Tony? It’s Patty. I hope I didn’t wake you up.”

  “Patty? No, no, you didn’t wake me at all. I’m glad you called.”

  “It was really good to see you today, though I wish it hadn’t been for that reason. I can’t believe Bill killed himself.”

  “Well, I finished my reports, and there’s no question. I pushed a bit to get it done. His mother was so distraught.”

  “Can you imagine her thinking that Connie could have done it? I mean, Bill was the one ... I guess I shouldn’t have said anything.”

  “Bill was abusing her? I’m not surprised. He always seemed to me to be a bit of a bully. We were in the same class together, remember? He used to get his kicks calling me a ‘beaner.’ It took a little personal confrontation to get him to quit doing it.”

  “The bastard! If I’d’ve heard him doing it he would have seen the back of my hand!”

  Tony laughed. “Oh, querida, it might have been worth it to see you with your Irish up! But then, knowing Bill, I’d have wound up coming to your defense when he opened up his stupid mouth to call you names.” His voice softened. “But it would have been worth it to have you show your gratitude to me. Would you have given me a kiss, querida?”

  Querida. He had called her that not once, but twice. And his voice. She had thought she’d know how he’d sound when he spoke in that seductive voice, but the reality was far more potent.

  “Chica? Are you there?” He sighed. “Did I frighten you, Patty? I didn’t mean to.”

  “Oh, no, Tony. I just ... I would have kissed you. I would have done anything you asked.”

  His voice deepened. “Would you do anything I asked now? That last night when I saw you by the quarry I called out to you, but you ran. Would you run from me now, querida?”

  “I wouldn’t have run from you then if I had known you were calling me. I thought I was hearing things.”

  He laughed softly. “Oh, palomita, maybe it was better that you did run away. I knew I was leaving, but I don’t think I would have left without tasting you ... and that would have been wrong. Now, you’re a grown woman.” He paused. “You’re not married or engaged, are you?”

  Now it was Patty’s turn to laugh. “Who would want me?”

  Tony cursed softly and fluidly in Spanish. “I would want you! I wanted you then, and I want you now!”

  “But all those girls ...”

  “They were curious about the Mexican. Was he a ‘Latin lover’? They meant nothing to me, and I meant nothing to them. You were the only girl who treated me like an intelligent human being.” His words seethed with passion. “If I were with you now, this minute, I would show you how much I want you!”

  Patty gasped and took a deep breath. “Show me.”

  “Querida?”

  “Will you come over to my house now? Will you show me?”

  “Are you sure? Do you know what you’re saying?”

  “I’ve waited for you all these years. I know exactly what I’m saying.”

  “I’ll be there in fifteen minutes.”

  “I’ll be waiting.”

  Patty’s hands trembled as she hung up the phone. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Tony Dominguez wanted her, had wanted her since before he’d left town. That night by the quarry wasn’t her imagination.

  She went into the kitchen and checked to see if there was beer in the fridge. But maybe he’d want some wine? What did she have on hand? An open bottle of white Zinfandel. Thank God she didn’t have to look for a corkscrew. She caught a glimpse of herself in the living room mirror. Oh, God, she was wearing her ratty sweatpants and her hair was a mess!

  She hurried into the bedroom and whipped open the closet door. What could she wear? That one-piece royal blue jumpsuit, could she wear that? Oh, Christ, she didn’t have much time! Thank goodness she still had her underwear on!

  She pulled on the jumpsuit, brushed her curls and sprayed Antonio Banderas’s Spirit perfume on. There, as good as she could do.

  The buzzer sounded from downstairs and she answered the intercom.

  “Patty? Can I come up?”

  She took a deep breath. “Yes.” And buzzed him in.

  The knocking at the door echoed the knocking in her heart.

  Tony stood there, casually dressed in a black t-shirt and black jeans. Except for the shorter hair, it could have been ten years ago.

  “You look like a jewel, mi preciosa. May I come inside?”

  “Of course, I don’t know what I was thinking.”

  Tony moved into her apartment seeming to fill up the entire space. “Maybe you were thinking what I was thinking -- why did we wait so long?”

  With one more step, he was so close to her he only had to dip his head to find her lips. And he did, devouring them, discovering the softness and sweetness of her mouth. His hands cupped the back of her head, tangling with her curls.

  Patty sighed, her mouth opening and letting him in. Their tongues dueled and she moaned. She pressed her body against his and found the rigid length of his penis thrust against her belly.

  He breathed her name, mingling it with words of sex and love in Spanish.

  “I want you. I want to feel your skin next to mine. Tell me you want it, too.”

  “Oh, yes, oh, Tony.”

  “Where is your bedroom?”

  “Through that door.”

  He lifted her up as though she weighed nothing and carried her to her room. When the lights went on, he couldn’t believe his eyes.

  “Madre de Dios, I’ve died and gone to heaven.” He grinned. “You are one naughty little chica!”

  Patty let out the breath she wasn’t aware she’d been holding. “I’ve only been naughty in my dreams, Tony. I guess I’ve been waiting for you.”

  He set her down on the side of the bed and sat next to her. “You mean you’re still a ...?”

  “Well, no. Please understand, I never dreamed you’d come back or want me if you did. No one else has.”

  “Idiots!”

  “So I decided to ... experiment.” She took another breath. “I lost my virginity to a vibrator. And then, when I realized that I’d never love anyone like I love you ... well, I experimented some more with some exotic toys.”

  “Oh?”

  She knelt, drew out a flat case and opened it.

  “Dios!” Tony took in the variety of erotic equipment and smiled.

  “Let’s play!”

  Chapter Fourteen

  Patty stared at Tony. “Play?”

  He knelt down next to her and picked up a black satin blindfold. “Here, put this on.” He smiled. “You do trust me?”

  Patty nodded.

  “Good. A
fter you do that, we’ll play.”

  Patty’s fingers felt like wet noodles. She could barely tie the silk around her eyes. Once done, she sat with her hands folded in her lap, waiting for Tony’s next move.

  “Stand up, and don’t move unless I tell you to.”

  Patty rose with Tony’s assistance. She stood there, trembling with anticipation.

  “Oh, palomita, you’re like some pretty package just waiting to be unwrapped.” His fingers traced a line from her cheek, down her neck and then to the deep cleft of her bosom. He caressed the soft skin of each full globe, then slowly pulled the zipper down, down, down to her waist. As he pulled the sleeves off each arm, he smoothed the revealed flesh. He unclasped the demi-bra, letting it fall to the floor and cupped her breasts and his breath hissed. “Dios, you’re a goddess.”

  Patty laughed softly. “Earth Mother.”

  “You are definitely not my mother.” He bent and kissed the valley between her breasts, then took one tight little bud in his mouth and suckled while he pinched her other nipple.

  Her head tipped back and she almost fell. His arms went around her and she was safe again. “Trust me. I would never let you fall.”

  She heard the rustle of garments and knew Tony was taking off his clothes. She sensed his approach, then felt his hands pulling down her jumpsuit all the way, taking her thigh-high panties along with it. She kicked off the garments tangled around her ankles and stood there naked. She wanted to cover herself but resisted the urge. Instead she took a deep breath and stood straight and tall, shoulders back, her breasts held proudly.

  “Cristo, let me fall at your feet and worship you!”

  Patty’s heart soared and she answered with all the love and desire in her heart. “I’d rather you make love to me.”

  “Then that’s exactly what I’ll do. Now.”

  He led her to the bed and she lay back against the headboard.

  “First, raise your hands above your head and don’t move them until I give you permission. Now, let me see. What next? Ah, this will do nicely.”

  She smelled the fragrance of cocoanut and felt his hands slide down her body covering her with one of her more exotic oils. A tingle spread over her skin as the oil’s effects worked its magic on her.

  Moaning, she made to lower her arms.

  “Uh, uh, uh, querida. I didn’t say you could lower them. Now I’ll have to punish you.”

  Patty held her breath. What would Tony do?

  “I see you have some cuffs in your possession, Senorita Donohue. Shall we put them to good use?”

  She felt the padded cuffs go around her wrists and over the center post of the headboard. There was no way now that she could use her hands. She twisted her arms even though she knew she couldn’t free herself.

  “Naughty girl. I shall have to punish you some more. What shall it be?”

  She held her breath.

  And felt his hands move lower between her thighs. A thick masculine finger coated with the lotion plunged deep within her pussy. The effects of the lotion were electric. She swayed back and forth as an orgasm struck.

  “Dios, what is this?”

  Still gasping, Patty shared its secret. “There’s some strange ingredient in it that heightens the sensitivity of the skin. Are your hands tingling?”

  “They sure are. I thought it was being near you and touching your body.”

  Patty could hear the smile in his voice and taking courage, teased him back. “I’d hope being near me would make more than just your fingers tingle!”

  “There are a few other appendages that are responding.”

  “Oh? Just ... responding?”

  “Little tease.” His voice deepened. “No, not just responding -- throbbing, burning for you.” He reached up and unlocked the cuffs, freeing her. “I want to feel your hands on me, querida.” He pulled off the blindfold. “I want to see your eyes when you come. We’ll play -- together.”

  Patty looked into Tony’s eyes filled with so much love she couldn’t believe it. But there was laughter there, too. His lips were curved in a gentle smile and a dimple showed in his cheek. He sat back on his heels, keeping his weight off her. His erection bobbed as he balanced himself.

  And Patty smiled. “Give me some of that oil, darling, I know just the place it should go.” Her smile broadened and grew just a bit wicked as Tony handed over the bottle. Pouring some on her fingers, she leaned forward and coddled his prick in her hands.

  At the first touch of her fingers, he fell back on his butt. Patty continued her forward movement and found her mouth near his cock. She looked up at him and grinned. He nodded and with a blissful sigh, she took him in her mouth.

  Tony groaned. “Dios mio, your mouth. Ahh, your mouth.”

  Her hand cupped his balls while she licked his penis. The mix of masculine sweat, the oil and the first taste of pre-cum nearly made her weep.

  His fingers tangled in her curls and pulled slightly as she worked his eager flesh. His thighs cradled her face and she kissed him in the most intimate manner. She squeezed his sacs and he bucked beneath her mouth.

  “Enough! I don’t want to come in your mouth. Lay back, mi preciosa, and let me give you pleasure.”

  Patty curved her back against the headboard and watched as Tony’s dark, wavy hair nestled between her thighs. When his tongue touched the curls concealing her nether lips, she laid her hands on his head and held on bucking against his mouth.

  Her breath hitched and her heart raced. She knew that she would come again if he continued to use his tongue and teeth and lips.

  “Stop, darling, stop. No more. I want you in me.”

  Tony lifted his head. His nostrils flared and he took a deep breath. “Si.” A heart-stopping grin creased the corners of his mouth. “I don’t think my colleagues at the morgue would recognize my voice.” He gazed at her as though she were all the wonders of the world. “You bring out my soul, alma de mi alma. Te amo. Te adoro. Te desiro.”

  He shifted and got off the bed, retrieving his jeans. He found his wallet, pulled out a small packet, and smiled. “Emergency equipment. You never know ...”

  Patty pouted. “When you might get lucky?”

  He nodded. “I put it in there before I left on the chance that tonight I might get lucky with you. I bless fortune that I did get lucky.”

  Patty opened her arms to welcome him and Tony came to her, straddling her body. His cock ached to sink deep within her. His hands trembled as he sheathed his eager flesh. He positioned himself at her core’s entrance and slowly plumbed her moist center.

  She whimpered, tears gathering at the corners of her eyes as she took him in. Finally, to feel a man’s cock fill her. Finally, to feel Tony fill her. His furred chest brushed her sensitized nipples as he lowered his weight upon her. Slowly at first then faster and faster he thrust in and out, withdrawing just a bit before he plunged back in.

  Heaven or a dream, it had to be.

  “Faster,” she urged. “Harder. Kiss me. Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t ...”

  She came and as her body clenched around his flesh, he joined her. Spent, he collapsed on her body, his chest still heaving with exertion.

  He cupped her chin, raining kisses on her lips and face.

  “Marry me, mi alma. Now, tomorrow, no more waiting. We’ve waited ten years for this. No more waiting.”

  Patty didn’t hesitate. “Yes. Whenever you want to. Yes.”

  Tony gathered her in his arms and turned so that he leaned against the pillows with Patty cradled in his embrace. “May I stay with you tonight?”

  “Of course. I know it’s not too large, but you’re welcome to stay here until things get settled.” She paused. “I’m sorry it’s above the bookstore. I know you never liked living above your aunt’s restaurant.”

  He hugged her tighter and kissed her fire-bright curls. “Only you realized that. But there’s no need for me to move in here. I have a house. I bought it when I knew I had to come back for you.” He
grinned. “There’s a white picket fence and a fireplace.”

  Patty laughed. “And your four-door sedan parked in the garage.”

  He nodded. “The only thing missing was you.” He gazed at her with all the love in his heart. “And now that’s taken care of.”

  “I can’t wait to see it.”

  “Why wait? Grab a change of clothes, and I’ll take you there now.” He tweaked her nose. “I’ve had this vision of us making love before the fireplace. I’d like to see if the reality measures up.”

  Patty poked him in the side. “Antonio Jose Dominguez, the reality will blow you away!”

  They threw their clothes back on and Patty tossed some clothes in a small travel case. She was about to turn off the lights in the bedroom when Tony stopped her.

  “Wait a minute, you’re forgetting something.”

  “What?”

  With a grin, he scooped up her special case, holding it aloft. “Aren’t we going to play some more?”

  Patty threw back her head and laughed. “You better believe it!”

  * * * * *

  Tzahyad looked with disinterest at the comatose female. He’d discovered a wad of money in her purse, an unopened box of condoms and a little black book filled with phone numbers and initials where the names should be; a whore, if he didn’t miss his guess.

  A moan emerged from the carmine lips of his latest prey. He backhanded her and she lapsed into unconsciousness. He had satisfied his sexual needs and drained her dry. He’d move her car off to the side and let her wake up tomorrow morning. Free of any marks or bruises and devoid of sexual desire.

  He steered the compact car further into the copse of trees, shielding it from the road and left. He raced back to his motel room then paused outside the door. Raucous male laughter issued from the room two doors down. Should he investigate? No. He was so charged up he knew he couldn’t take in any more sexual energy tonight.

  Besides, tomorrow he planned on seducing succulent Julie Turner.

  * * * * *

  Julie rolled over in bed and bumped against an elbow.

  Mike.

  He yawned, then smacked his lips, offering a muffled “g’morning.”

  “For a super sexy vampire alien, you’re a real slugabed.”