Mesmerized

by Sahara Kelly

  “Okay.” She shifted as if she were uncomfortable, although he knew her ailment. Passion. Her body was filled with it. It nearly poured from her being like a flash of fire in the dark

  “Are you hesitant?” he teased, wanting to prolong it, thereby making their joining so much sweeter.

  “No, I’m not hesitant. Do as I’ve commanded you. Kiss me, touch me. Now, Ric.”

  Her irritation showed her desire. Such passion for an Earth woman. So bold in her words. Exactly the way he liked it. She was more similar to M’Loran women than he thought, and so unlike many of the meeker Earth females he’d known.

  His first thought was to strip her down quickly and plunge inside her, taking what she so willingly offered. But he didn’t want to rush things. This might be his only chance to touch her and he wanted to make it last.

  He started with her fully clothed. Bending down, he grasped her ankles, sliding his hands over her calves and knees. Her legs were reed thin—the woman really did need to eat more often.

  When he brushed her thighs she shuddered, spreading her legs apart in an unspoken invitation, her gaze focused on his hands.

  L’Nons, she made him throb with a pleasurable pain. His hands roamed further up, ignoring the juncture of her thighs, not yet wanting to touch her there, but prolong her pleasure in the process.

  She sighed, a note of frustration tingeing her forceful breath, and he fought the urge to smile. He moved his hands over her slender hips, hoping that when the time came for joining he wouldn’t hurt her. Her body was so small, so fragile, not built to join sexually with a M’Loran.

  Even in his human form he worried he’d be too big for her.

  “You won’t hurt me,” she whispered in answer to his silent musings.

  “I worry that I will.”

  She smiled down at him. “Let me worry about it. Believe me, I won’t be shy about telling you if I feel pain. Now quit talking and touch me.”

  He laughed then, unable to stop himself. Mia was turning out to be much more than he’d thought. Passion lurked, barely leashed inside her, and he planned to tap into her well of desires. Like a hunt for mysterious treasure, she intrigued him like no other woman before.

  Kneeling like this afforded him a view of her entire body. He slid his hands under her sweater, the muscles of her stomach rippling under his touch. Lifting the material up, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to her belly. She shivered, her stomach quivering.

  “You like that,” he said, tilting his head back to see her face.

  “Yes,” she said, letting out the breath she’d been holding.

  “You want me to kiss you in other places.”

  “Yes, I do.”

  His cock throbbed against the binding leather, desperate to be free. But first he wanted to see her, touch her, while she would allow it.

  He moved his hands downward over her hips, clenching them hard between his fingers, wanting to know if she’d flinch.

  She sucked in a breath but she didn’t appear to be in pain. He snaked his hands slowly upward again, until his fingertips brushed the underside of her small breasts. She moaned lightly.

  Encouraged, he moved further, rubbing his palms lightly over her nipples. They distended against his hand, shooting fiery sparks of pleasure to his throbbing cock.

  “Your nipples are very sensitive,” he said, lightly twisting the nubs between his fingers. When she threaded her fingers in his hair and held on tight, he knew he had found a woman whose passions matched his own. His balls tightened, filling with the hot come he was desperate to release inside her tight heat. He inhaled deeply and picked up her scent, a sweet musk unique to a heated female. His nostrils flared with the effort to breathe in her essence.

  Relax. Take this slowly. But how could he remain calm when the very scent of her fired his blood to boiling? He restrained the urge to rip the clothing from her body and plunge deeply inside her.

  He pulled the sweater over her head and cast it aside, his gaze drinking in her small breasts. Rosy peaks strained outward, long and beckoning. Her breath caught when he pulled at her nipples.

  Oh, but he wanted more than just his hands on her. His hands roamed her body, lower and lower until they covered her rear, searching for the zipper hidden within the leather pants. He gently slid it down, his hands brushing over her silken flesh. She shuddered.

  When he drew the pants over her hips, the leather sliding gently down her legs, she gasped. Ric inhaled, her scent driving him nearly mad with need for her.

  But now he had her naked and he leaned back to look at her.

  Not his type at all. Tall for an Earth woman, but short by M’Loran standards. Slender legs, narrow hips, hardly a handful of ass and barely-there breasts.

  And he desired her more than he’d ever wanted a woman, no matter what species she was. More than just her appearance, it was her passion that stirred him. For a woman so unlike the full M’Loran females he thought ideal, she was beautiful, inside and out. Her fire, her sharp wit and her eagerness to sexually explore excited him beyond measure.

  Quite a revelation for a man who typically chose sex mates by their looks. A revelation he didn’t want to explore right now, afraid of what he’d discover about himself. Right now, he wanted to concentrate on pleasuring Mia.

  He bent his head toward her center, his tongue snaking out to taste her. Drops of moisture slipped onto his tongue. She tasted so much sweeter than he remembered from their trip, perhaps because he’d assumed a more tangible form, allowing her juices to linger on his tongue long after he took the first lick of her essence.

  “Oh my God, Ric!” she cried as he delved between the folds of her pussy, licking and nipping at the hidden bud.

  Her whimpers and gasps as he stroked her outer folds were nearly more than he could handle. Barely able to restrain his passions for her, he knew he wouldn’t last long once he was sheathed within her. It had just been too damn long since he’d had a woman—any woman. But this one, this first time with her, would be magical.

  How he knew this was unclear. He just accepted what was and wanted to make this moment special for her. He wanted to watch her climax against his mouth, feel her body shaking under his lips and tongue, and taste her essence until she had no more to give.

  Once she was satisfied he would bring her up again, take her near the edge of reason. Then lose himself inside her, and take her again and again until neither of them could move.

  Chapter Five

  Mia swallowed hard, her throat dry from her heavy panting. She spread her legs wider to give Ric better access to her throbbing, incessant ache. Never before had a guy turned her on like this. His relentless stroking drove her to a height she’d never before reached.

  Mindless with her quest for the pinnacle, she urged him on, stroking the soft, dark hair on his head, watching his every movement, unable to tear her eyes away from the rhythmic licking of his long, soft tongue.

  “Oh, yes, Ric, like that,” she murmured. He held onto her ass and drank of her, licking, teasing and nibbling until she thought her legs would give out.

  And still he continued, taking her to the brink time and time again. The contractions would begin and he’d pull back. As soon as she relaxed he’d resume his movements, finding yet another spot he hadn’t touched with his magical tongue.

  The torture was merciless. Tension built inside her to explosive levels, and she knew that next time he’d be unable to stop her climax. Pleasure spiraled up from her center, shooting through her body in breath stealing fashion.

  “Ric, please,” she begged, so close it was maddening.

  He hummed low in his throat, the vibrations against her already sensitized flesh searing her blood. When he cupped his lips over her clit and sucked, then slipped a finger inside, her climax rushed like a dam bursting.

  She bucked against his mouth, intense waves crashing through her. She cried out and grasped his hair, riding out her orgasm until she managed some semblance of coherent thought aga
in.

  When she could move, she looked down to find him watching her intently. Normally not a shy person, she could barely meet his heated eyes.

  She was completely naked and he kneeled before her fully clothed. Something about the incongruity of the situation struck a chord within her, and she knew she had to right that immediately.

  “Was that pleasurable for you?” he asked, reminding her that she’d left him hypnotized.

  “Yes, very much so.” She should wake him. Truly, she’d taken advantage of him as much as she dared. And yet, she wanted so much more. She hadn’t even seen him naked yet. His huge body intrigued her. Maybe she’d order him to undress, ogle his no-doubt hot bod for a few minutes, then wake him up.

  Yeah, right.

  “Stand up, Ric.”

  He stood, once again towering over her.

  “I’d like to see you naked.”

  Without a word he yanked the tight shirt off, exposing a nearly bare, holy-shit-impressive chest.

  His broad shoulders glistened with perspiration. His body had a natural dark hue, almost as if he tanned naked. But of course that couldn’t be. He could simply shapeshift into any form and skin color he wanted to. And the body he’d chosen was damn fine.

  Wanting to touch him and yet forcing herself to wait until the complete unveiling, she nodded when he reached for the button on his leather pants. With slow, precise movements he flipped it open, then dragged down the zipper.

  No underclothing. In the dimly lit room she caught a glimpse of fine, black hair inside his pants. What she saw was enough, though. The urge to lick that shadowed spot revealed by his half opened pants was nearly unbearable.

  But still, she did nothing except watch. And lick her lips.

  He reached for the waist of his pants and slid them down his legs. Huge, muscular thighs tapered down to equally impressive calves.

  His feet were enormous, more than twice the size of hers. On any other man they’d look ridiculous. On him, they seemed to fit.

  And what centered between his legs, that part of him she’d ignored, afraid of what she’d see, now captured her attention. Rock hard and jutting upwards, it was long and thick and bigger than any penis she’d ever seen.

  She just might faint.

  “Tell me the word for cock in M’Loran,” she whispered.

  “Inson,” he replied.

  “That’s one impressive inson, Ric.”

  “Thank you. Would you like me to fuck you now?”

  She was going to faint. Just the thought of him sliding his huge shaft inside her had her shuddering with fear and throbbing with anticipation.

  “I think right now I’d just like to look at you.”

  “Be my guest.”

  “Turn around, Ric. I want to look at your ass.” Men hated to be ordered around, especially by a female. And she knew damn well this one wouldn’t care one bit for it. Which was a good way to double check her hypnosis. Just to be sure.

  He complied instantly. Her heart pummeled her ribs when she caught sight of his well-shaped ass. Was there a part of this man that wasn’t perfect? She thought about his size versus hers and wondered again whether peg A would actually fit into slot B.

  It sure as hell wasn’t going anywhere near slot C.

  He’d shifted into one awesome human body. She wondered what else he could change into? And what about his M’Loran form? She was dying to get a peek at that.

  But not right now. Right now she wanted to learn this body.

  “I’m going to touch you,” she said.

  “The same way I just touched you?”

  Well, she hadn’t thought of that. He’d touched her with his mouth. “I’m not sure I can get…that is, you’re kinda oversized and…oh hell, I love a challenge. Turn around.”

  He swiveled and her eyes were drawn to his massive organ. She licked her lips and heard his swift intake of breath.

  Definitely more than a mouthful. She dropped to her knees, admiring his taut flesh on the way down. He was so tall his penis could rest on her head. Okay, she needed a boost here. “Got pillows?” she asked.

  He quirked a brow. “No. Why?”

  “Because your cock’s above my eyes. And I’m not going to do squats to suck it. I need a boost.”

  “Ah, yes, I see the logistical difficulty here.”

  Mia laughed at how ludicrous the whole situation was. But then Ric sat on what she’d assumed was a mattress-less bed. Except it did have something there. But it was invisible. “What are you sitting on?”

  “Air current. This should work.”

  It did, putting his throbbing shaft just where she wanted it. She reached out and traced the glistening head with her fingers, marveling at its silky feel. She grazed her thumb over the moisture-laden opening, then sucked her finger.

  “Jorhosfil!” he groaned.

  “Translate, please,” she said, smiling.

  “Sonofabitch. Suck me, J’Mun.”

  Grasping his thighs, she pulled herself forward, snaking her tongue around the swollen head. He tasted both tangy and sweet.

  “You have a full, beautiful mouth, J’Mun,” he murmured. She lifted her gaze to his and her heart pounded. He watched her like a man who hungered.

  Never taking her eyes off his face, she slid her mouth over him, capturing his shaft between her teeth, lightly scraping as she took him in as far as she could. His chest rose sharply with his indrawn breath, and he muttered a string of M’Loran phrases which she hoped meant damn, you’re good at that.

  When she pulled her mouth away, his cock glistened, and she took him in again, deeper this time, as far as she could go. His heavy groan coupled with his throbbing penis told her she gave him pleasure. For someone who’d never given a whole lot of thought to pleasing a man, Mia found Ric’s obvious enjoyment exciting.

  The throbbing between her legs intensified and she instinctively threaded her fingers into the thatch of down, searching for her clit. Rubbing it gently elicited sparks of agonizing delight. She groaned, taking Ric’s shaft deeper into her mouth.

  “Enough,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I need to be inside you, J’Mun.”

  He stood, pulling her up and gathering her into his arms. She felt so small against his huge body, something she’d never experienced before when with a man. Ric gently laid her on the invisible bed, which felt like lying on an undulating cloud. She reached for something solid and yet when she pushed down her hand could not penetrate the invisible barrier.

  How odd, and yet so light, so comfortable, it was like flying. When he settled in next to her on the bed, she hardly felt the movements.

  Ric gathered her in his arms and pulled her close. His breath sailed across her face and she focused on his lips. Sensuous, full and inviting.

  “Ric?”

  “Yes.”

  “Kiss me.”

  His lips curved into a devilish smile. He grasped the back of her head and lightly licked her bottom lip. She shuddered at the wet warmth of his tongue. His lips touched hers fully, and she sighed into his open mouth. He moved slowly, seductively, increasing her ardor with every swipe of his tongue against hers until she reached for his hair and pulled him toward her. She ached for him, wanting him inside her with a need she’d never possessed before.

  His hands moved over her body, reaching for her breasts, his thumbs making lazy circles over her distended nipples. She arched her back, spreading her legs for him, showing him what she wanted.

  He laughed, then, a dark, seductive chuckle that sent shivers through her soul. He palmed the damp curls between her legs, then slipped his fingers inside her.

  Too gentle. She needed more.

  “Harder,” she commanded.

  With a half sigh, half groan, he thrust deeper. The fierce plunging of his fingers only increased her passionate need to have him drive his shaft deep within her.

  “Now, Ric, please,” she moaned, but his relentless assault continued until she was drenched and whimpering. “Fu
ck me now, dammit!”

  With a growl he shifted her underneath him, spreading her legs wide with his knee. He braced his hands on either side of her and slowly, inch by incredible inch, sheathed his cock inside her.

  “If it hurts, tell me to stop.”

  It didn’t hurt, it felt fabulous. He filled her completely, stretching her, touching her in places she’d never been touched before, eliciting shockwaves of sensation that nearly toppled her over the edge.

  Then he moved within her, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss as he thrust and withdrew over and over again. She lifted her hips to take more of him in, amazed at her body’s ability to adapt to his size.

  “You’re so wet, J’Mun,” he whispered against her ear, lightly nibbling her lobe with his teeth. “Like a slide through the sweet stars.”

  When he thrust again she cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He increased his rhythm in answer to her unspoken urging. Faster now, he was relentless, his intense gaze capturing and holding hers. She stilled at his movements, the first waves of her orgasm approaching. He seemed to sense she was close because he shifted just enough to brush against her clit.

  The force of her climax made her scream his name. He held her close, slipping his hands under her buttocks and plunging repeatedly inside her. Their sweat-slickened bodies meshed together, her nipples tingling against the hard planes of his chest.

  Ric never gave her time to catch her breath. He continued to move within her, his pace easy and light, which only served to fire up her desires again. Her juices poured over them both as he pulled partially away, only to plunge deep inside her again and again until she was incapable of speech. Her only thoughts were of him, of their bodies joined together, and the magic he wove upon her senses.

  “Now, J’Mun,” he groaned, lifting up and roaring with the ferocity of his orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his back, digging her heels into his buttocks as he thrust hard against her one more time, then collapsed.

  Immediately he shifted to the side, pulling her along with him so that she remained cradled in his arms. She watched his face. His eyes were closed, long, dark lashes resting against his cheeks. She reached up and traced the outline of his nose, and he opened his eyes and smiled at her.