Sergey: Love Me Harder - Alien Paranormal Romance

by Serena Simpson

  She thought of Sergey holding her up, bringing her to a moaning orgasm, the first in forever. She saw herself slipping to her knees and unbuttoning his pants. She could hear the soft rasp of his zipper coming down. She moaned at the thought. She licked her lips in anticipation as she worked his pants down over his lean hips.

  She opened her eyes to find Sergey standing on the other side of the shower.

  “What are you doing in here?”

  “You called me.”

  “Did not.”

  He shrugged. “I wouldn’t lie to you.”

  He’d been honest with her since she’d first met him.

  “Sorry, I hadn’t meant to.”

  “I can leave.” He said.

  She nodded her head without saying yes leave or no stay. She had no idea what she wanted. No, she was lying to herself. She wanted him, had wanted him from the first moment she’d seen him in that bar.

  She wanted him, but that didn’t mean she deserved him.

  “Should I stay? I can wash your back.” He said.

  “You don’t look like a back washer to me.” She smiled.

  “I’m willing to make an exception.”

  He waited. When she said nothing else, he turned and headed for the door.

  “Stay.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Sergey turned around to look at her. The shower hid nothing. “Are you sure I’m the one you want?” He asked.

  Lorali lifted her hand placing her palm on the clear glass door of the huge shower.

  “It only took one deep breath when I walked into that bar to cue me in that there was something in there I wanted. The tantalizing smell of you hit me. I immediately forgot why I was there. All I wanted was to get closer to what had called to me.

  The spicy, wild scent of you threw me off balance, making me want what I knew was forbidden. When I sat on that bar stool next to you, allowing my eyes to take you in from head to toe, I knew I had to touch you.”

  She lifted her hand to examine it.

  “I wanted to run my hands up and down your incredibly large arms. My fingers needed to trace every line on your chest. I knew that only one of us would receive pleasure from my touch. I knew I would feel nothing and I didn’t care. I needed to touch you then and I still do.”

  “So yeah, I’m sure you’re the one I want.”

  Sergey reached down and grabbed the hem of the T-shirt he’d changed into while she’d been away. Catching it, he pulled it over his head. Lorali watched the play of muscles as he revealed his hard chest to her.

  Had she just let out a moan? Licking her lips, she decided to let out another one just in case the first one was her imagination. Her fingers began drawing designs on the door, wanting nothing more than to touch him, twitching with the effort it took not to leave the shower.

  He was dressed in black jeans and a pair of heavy boots. He bent over and pulled the boots off.

  You knew you had it bad when you were thinking how hot a guy’s feet were. She had to laugh. She had it bad. Pants please, she silently chanted in her head. What was Mr. Epic bulge waiting for? She had to see.

  He stood there with his belt undone and his hands on the button of his fly. She looked up and saw the small smile on his face. He was teasing her. If she’d known males like him existed, she would’ve put her order in years ago.

  Two could play at this game. She put her finger in her mouth and sucked it. Pushing it back and forth between her lips, she watched the muscles in his neck jump.

  She withdrew it with an audible pop. Taking her wet finger, she placed it on her nipple, allowing the wetness to coat it. Then she tugged just a little before pinching it. It tightened, standing up enough for him to see.

  The button and the zipper to his jeans came undone so fast that she missed it. He was pushing them down, allowing his arm to tighten and bulge from the act.

  Her eyes got big and her mouth went dry as she waited, hoping not to be disappointed.

  Oh my … would that even fit? She would find a way. He was big, thick and he stood out with a little slant upwards. She wanted to throw her leg over him and ride him like a frickin see saw.

  No, better yet, she wanted to push all that yummy goodness into her and play hide and seek with it for the rest of the night.

  With effort she pulled her mind out of the gutter and bad playground analogies. Getting really dirty with him made a pop appearance, before she pulled herself together and stepped away from the door.

  He opened the door. The huge shower suddenly shrank when he stepped in.

  She backed up more, until she was under the spray of the shower. The warm water felt good on her skin. She felt alive. Excited. She wanted to live in this moment forever. Then he reached for her.

  She felt his hand tremble on her arm. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  He lowered his head to capture her lips in a kiss. His lips pressed against hers roughly as he demanded entry into her mouth. She gave in with a sigh, meeting each invasion of his tongue with an invasion of her own. They dueled, reveling in the sensation of their mouths mating.

  She pulled back, gasping for air. “You won’t hurt me.”

  “I could. We’re rough during sex. We’re made that way. We need to pound deep and hard. Not many women can take us.”

  She let out a deep groan that sounded primitive to her own ears. She clutched at his shoulders as she tried to drag his body closer to her.

  “Sergey, I need it like that. I always have. Even before the experiment. Don’t tease me.”

  The desperation in her voice moved him. She hid her head in his chest not wanting to be rejected. He took that moment as a chance to bite her neck, not breaking the skin, but claiming her just the same.

  Her cries of pleasure encouraged him to move on. Lowering his head, he zeroed in on the nipple that had provided such sweet torture when she’d pulled on it. He flicked it with his tongue, loving the sound of her asking for more.

  Taking it in his mouth, he sucked hard. “Yes, harder.”

  A male should always please his mate. He sucked harder, pulling on her nipple, placing a few stinging bites on her rosy bud, as her hips began to rotate in pleasure.

  The harder he tugged, sucked and even bit without breaking the skin, the more she thrust her hips, allowing that incredible smell that was all her to overtake him.

  He moved to the other nipple, pinching it with his fingers and watching it harden up in his hands.

  “You’re so responsive, little one.”

  “Only with you. You send my body into over drive.”

  He sucked her nipple into his mouth, while his fingers traced her smooth pale skin. She was so light and creamy. He wanted to lick her up like a bowl of cream.

  His fingers traced down to her belly button. Taking a few moments to trace around it, before briefly touching inside of it.

  She had screamed “Please.”

  Her nipple popped out of his mouth when he went to his knees, kissing her abdomen and licking downwards as his fingers explored ahead of him. When he got to the top of her thighs he placed a kiss on her mound and looked upward.

  Her eyes were big and bright. The look on her face was one of disbelief, mixed with yearning.

  “What are you going to do?”

  He nuzzled between her legs, feeling her shake.

  “It should be pretty obvious.”

  He took a finger and allowed it to trace the seam of her sex before lowering his head to allow his tongue to do the same.

  Small mewling sounds escaped her lips. She wanted him.

  Stiffening his tongue, he dove in, allowing his tongue to collect the cream that had seeped between her lips. She thrust on his tongue as he moaned deep in his throat at the taste of her.

  He sucked hard on that tiny ball of nerve endings in his mouth. Her hands went into his hair, clutching it desperately as she begged for more. She ground against his face, wanting and needing more.

  He sucked and licked on her, feeling
her desire climb every time he did. Taking his time, he began to insert one finger into her hot, tight pussy.

  “Yes please,” was all she could manage. The man could do anything with her now. She was his.

  He inserted a second finger, making her fill full. She tried to ride his fingers, but he stilled her. He was doing all the work. All she could do was stand and shake as he worked her body.

  She needed release. She begged for it silently. At the same time, she wanted this to last forever. Who knew if she would ever get another chance at this lovely feeling taking her body over?

  She was sure she would die when he added a third finger and began to push in faster. Nothing could stop her from moving. Her hips thrust in time with his movements. Her clit begged for release from his relentless tongue.

  She cried out as he took her to a new level of pleasure, laced with exquisite pain.

  No more, she thought. I can’t take anymore. Then her body exploded. She knew she’d died. She shuddered with pleasure as death overtook her.

  She blacked out.

  Chapter Twelve

  She woke up to the feel of his soft bed cradling her and her alien draped over her like a blanket. She smiled. Life was good.

  His warm brown eyes peered down at her. “You’re awake.”

  And Hungry. His eyes were like the most decadent melted chocolate she’d ever come into contact with. Staring into them made her want to eat him up or at least lick and suck him until she was full. Thoughts of fullness came with stuffing all that yummy goodness deep inside her. Yep, she was definitely awake.

  She raised up and licked his nipple. “I’m awake.”

  His chocolate eyes glowed. The intensity of them burned through her. He lowered his lips and kissed her, flaming the fire that had been banked when she passed out.

  “Are you alright?” His voiced rumbled in her ear, making her body quiver more.

  “Fine.”

  Oh my god, her mind whispered frantically. Part B was about to be inserted into Part A and Part B was currently attached to a bonafide alien. She was ok with that.

  She rubbed her body against him to show her willingness, her desire to continue.

  “You passed out.”

  She laughed. “I know. You’re good.”

  His chest swelled with pride. He lowered his head and began kissing her neck, making her squirm, before he trailed his kisses lower. He licked between her breasts, making her laugh with a husky voice.

  She placed her hands against his chest and pushed. “Why do you get to have all the fun?”

  He quirked an eyebrow up and she blushed. Damn pale skin. She pushed again and he rolled over onto his back.

  She climbed on top of him. She would never climb on anything again without comparing it to how hot he felt between her clenched legs. Looking down, she laid an arm against his, looking at how dark and tan he was compared to her creamy complexion. She never should’ve been stationed in the desert. She was way too pale for it.

  That injection the alien males had given her had cleared up most of the damage from the intense heat of sun on her fair complexion. She owed them a lot.

  The flex of his hips under her brought her back to the present. What was she going to do with all of this male goodness under her? Her fingers twitched, wanting to touch.

  She traced his lips, wanting to memorize the feel with her fingertips. The more she touched him, the more sensitive she became. Her latent senses awakened. That sixth sense she’d always carried around with her rose and stretched, filling her up, allowing her to feel more. More than just the male who laid still while her fingers traced down his neck and moved to the wide expanse of his chest.

  Her senses spread out. She could hear the smallest sounds. Even her eyesight was sharper. She felt like she was more than she’d been before the experiment, before or even after the injection. Whatever was happening to her was directly related to Sergey. One more thing to thank him for.

  She ran her fingers over his chest, tracing every delineated muscle. She watched as he drew in big breaths of air and tried to keep his body from moving as she tortured him with the simplest of things, her touch.

  She followed her fingers with the swipe of her tongue over him, smiling when a deep raw groan escaped his lips. Reaching up she closed her mouth over a nipple and sucked. He pulled her closer, so she sucked harder. Using her teeth she bit down hard as he bucked his hips upward.

  Her male liked a little pain. She bit him again a little harder and watched as his chocolate eyes flipped. His eyes were no longer those of the male. His beast looked at her. She’d seen the beast before. The three males in the desert had changed at the last minute, covering her body completely before the gas had taken over the tiny house they had been in.

  She’d shied away from the memory. She couldn’t shy away from the eyes that held her now.

  Not breaking eye contact, she moved to the other nipple and repeated her sucking and biting. All the while watching the beast. His eyes dilated in pleasure. He wanted her as much as the male did.

  She gave a moan of her own as that realization made its way into her mind. Both of them wanted her and she wanted them, him. They were one and they were hers. She wasn’t giving up the one thing she’d found, even if her mind was telling her that she didn’t deserve anyone this special.

  She backed up, not wanting to wait any longer, and ran her hot center over his hard cock. His body bucked like an electrical current had just been run through it.

  “Feel something you want?” She asked.

  He growled and placed his hands on her hips, lifting her.

  “I’m so wet.” She stuck a finger inside of her throbbing pussy and drew it back soaked. Before she could act, he had her finger in his mouth, sucking on it.

  She gave a moan of pleasure. He lifted her further, placing her hot center over the tip of his hard cock. She tried to plunge downward, but he held her tight.

  She gave a moan of frustration before he began to lower her a little at a time. She could feel the pressure of him against her lips. She bit her tongue as he lowered her, breaking through a bit at a time. She tried to hurry, but he prolonged it, breeching her ever so slowly. Her aching pussy was weeping from the slowness of his infiltration.

  Every incredible inch of him made her want him more. His thickness touched every wall of her tight sheath, even as he plunged in deeper. She was filled and still he kept sinking. How deep was her hungry pussy? Who cared? She wanted every yummy inch of him. He finally bottomed out, taking any usable air with him.

  She gasped, trying to moan. Then he lifted her, allowing her to drop down onto his thick cock. She forgot about moaning and screamed her pleasure to the four walls around her. She met him thrust for hard thrust, working his long length in her body.

  The walls of her pussy tightened around his cock. She needed to hold on, she told her body, as she bounced up and down on him. She needed to last, she told herself, as she felt him pounding inside of her, giving her everything she’d ever dreamed of and so much more.

  Not yet, she told her aching nipples which he was sucking on. This needed to last. It was too damn good to end now. With effort, she changed the way she was thrusting on him to prolong the intense pleasure.

  The change brought his thickness right against her pleasure spot. The pleasure increased tenfold. She tightened around him. His hands grabbed her hips again working them on his cock.

  Rational thought flew. She was nothing, but a bundle of nerve endings. She moved faster, craving what he was giving her. She begged for release. Begged to be set free from the limitations of her body.

  She plunged down as he plunged up and she creamed as her body broke apart again. She flew. Her body shattered and her voice screamed her pleasure to the high heavens.

  She felt him when his body came apart for her. The gush of his seed inside of her set her off again. Her moans were mixed with the deep groans that came from him.

  His deep moans were music to her ears.
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  Minutes, months, years later she lifted her head and looked down at him. “Hey.”

  “Hey, yourself.” His voice rumbled deep with contentment.

  She squirmed, still connected to him. He took his hand and placed it on her rear.

  “Keep that up and you’ll be getting another dose of me.”

  She blushed. “Bring it on.”

  He flicked his hips upward. “I do believe you’re sore.”

  “I’ve been sore before.” Her eyes bore down on his.

  He reached up and drew her head down for a kiss. “I’m not going anywhere, Lorali. I’m not leaving you. There won’t ever be another female in here, unless it’s the child we make together. You’re my mate and I’ll keep you.”

  “Good thing for you I’ve decided to keep you also. So tell me, do aliens need a long recovery period?”

  She ran her fingers over his chest drawing pictures on it as she lazily slid herself off his hard cock to plunge down again.

  “I want to give my female ample time to recover.”

  She bounced on his cock with more vigor this time.

  “Or not.” He said.

  He rolled her over plunging in deep.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Lorali stretched as she woke, feeling the soreness in her body. She felt the soreness! She wanted to laugh at the sheer joy of being able to feel. She reconsidered, not wanting her male to think she’d gone off the deep end. Rolling out of bed, she went into the bathroom, knowing she needed that shower now more than ever.

  Turning on the water, she took care of her morning business. She peeked to make sure he was still asleep before she got into the shower. The warm water helped to soothe her aching body.

  He was incredible. She was already thinking of a T-shirt that said Aliens Do It Better. She laughed, thinking about the looks that would get her. Wishing she’d opted for a long soak in the big tub she’d eyed last night, she washed, wanting to be ready for the day.