Hard & Lethal: A Bad Boy Romance

by Jade Allen

  Amy gave a smile, feeling the heat between her legs rising. “I know. I could see it in your eyes, though I wasn’t sure why.”

  Luke gave a nervous laugh, rubbing his neck. As if pulled by the same unforeseen force, she rose from her chair and joined him on the loveseat. He watched hungrily as she came near, licking his lips with desire. Amy guided his hands upward and placed them softly on her breasts, watching as his eyes filled with excitement and nerves. He rubbed gently, soothing Amy’s skin and filling her with a need to break free of her clothes. She wanted to feel his skin on hers, the warmth of their bodies together. She watched with need as his eyes seemed to savor every inch of her, gazing intently as he rubbed and pinched her erect nipples below her t-shirt. Without a second thought, she stood, taking Luke’s soft hand into hers and led him upstairs to the bedroom.

  The full moon lit her bedroom just enough to illuminate the curves of her body. Amy sat him on the edge of her bed and took a step back, allowing him a better view. She slid her t-shirt over her head, allowing it to pool on the floor beside her. She watched hungrily as he squirmed, nervously eyeing her exposed breasts, and slowly slid her worn jeans down her legs. She turned, allowing him a full view of her firm shapely ass, and dropped her silk panties to the floor. A slight gasp escaped from his lips as she leaned down for a gentle kiss, feeling the softness of his skin against hers for the first time. Pleasure surged through every inch of her. Joining him on the soft bed, she gazed up into his fearful eyes.

  “You said you were curious, Luke,” she murmured softly with a seductive smile spreading across her lips. “I want you to explore my body. Take in the feeling and tastes as you wish.”

  His eyebrows raised in a look of surprise, yet didn’t protest. Luke kissed her cheek, trailing wet desire from her neck down to her breasts. His tongue ran along the dip in her shoulder blades, nibbling softly at the skin. She closed her eyes, taking in each touch of his lips as if she was experiencing lust for the first time. Amy felt like a teen again, the excitement building. Luke’s hands soon found their way to her waiting breasts once more, rubbing the curves of each one gently. His gaze was fixed upon her, like a young boy in his first experience with love. Nothing else existed in that moment, the room a blur of passion, as his full concentration lay in exploration. He brought his lips to an erect nipple, running his tongue across the tip and sending electric waves of heat through her. With his other hand, he fondled her breast, pinching her nipple just enough to release a moan of pleasure from her lips.

  He paused, looking up into Amy’s deep brown eyes, “You are the most beautiful creature I have ever laid my eyes on.”

  He progressed down to the curves of her stomach, trailing his thick fingers down her torso, stopping to pay attention to her navel along the way. Planting a gentle kiss upon it, he continued. Every touch sent shock waves of desire through every inch of her skin, filling her to the brim with pleasure. He paused, lingering just about her crevice; though Amy’s eyes were still closed, she could sense he was taking in the site. He kissed and licked her hips, rubbing along her thighs with his hands. She moaned once more.

  “I want to taste you, Amy.”

  “As you wish,” she softly moaned.

  Luke nibbled and sucked at her mound, leaving Amy shaking with anticipation. She could feel the pleasure building towards a heated climax. He spread her legs wide so that he could take in her body fully through the dim light. For a moment, Amy felt slightly exposed, but the lust overtook any fear, allowing her legs to relax once more under his watchful gaze. He gave a gasp of pleasure and dove in to taste her desire. His tongue twirled excitedly, the need to release growing increasingly difficult to hold back. Luke’s hand joined in, instinctively using his fingers to rub her clit, arching her back high into the air and causing her nails to dig deep into the linen below. Amy let out a cry of pleasure as waves of building intensity crashed through her body; her head cocked back as her inner walls began to spasm.

  Amy lay breathless, panting from the excitement. She opened her eyes to the darkness of her room and watched Luke crawl up beside her. His face held a satisfied grin as he rested his head on the pillow, gazing into her eyes.

  “May I lay with you tonight?” He reached up and caressed her sweating cheek with his strong hands.

  “Of course,” Amy snuggled into the warmth of his chest, satisfaction coursing through her body.

  ****

  Amy awoke the following day to the sound of rainfall. As thankful as she always was for the rain, it meant working drenched to the bone for the main portion of her day. She let out a yawn, stretching her arms, and rolled onto her side. The bed where Luke had fallen asleep in her arms was now empty. Her heart sank—had he left in the middle of the night, or was it all just a wonderful dream? She threw on her robe and headed downstairs.

  On the table was a plate filled with steaming eggs and bacon, and a cup of coffee. At least he hadn’t been a figment of her imagination. Where had he gone?

  She quickly got dressed and headed out to the rain-drenched fields where, once again, she found the pulsing light illuminating the trees nearby. She hurried along the trail to find that Luke’s ship had been pried from the ground where it had been lodged and was floating just above the ground. Was he leaving?

  “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, naked 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 see
m 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.”