The Visitor: Alien Hunger Special Edition

by Kaitlyn O'Connor

  “Are you pissed off at me?” he asked.

  Chelsey thought it over and realized she’d been angry because she was disappointed, again. She didn’t think it would’ve upset her nearly as much if she hadn’t had her hopes raised and dashed quite that many times. She sighed. “Disappointed.”

  He studied her warily, but some of the tension eased from him. His lips twisted wryly. “Me, too, but it comes with the job.”

  Chelsey frowned. “They called you in early at the club?”

  Something flickered in his eyes. “My other job. I work two.”

  Chelsey gaped at him, dismayed, smote by guilt that she’d thought awful things when he really was working hard! She shifted toward him impulsively and lifted a hand to caress his cheek. “No wonder you’re so exhausted all the time!”

  He lifted his free hand to cover hers and then clasped it, bringing it down to kiss her palm. “Not all the time. Some days are worse than others. I’m only working one tomorrow so I have a half day off. I thought I’d take you somewhere—make it up to you for neglecting you so much the last few days.”

  Conflicting emotions collided within her—pleasure that he wanted to take her out; excitement at the possibilities; uneasiness at the possibility that her ex or some of his buddies might see them together; and guilt at the idea of taking up his rest day. “You haven’t neglected me.” She’d felt neglected, though!

  He looked down at her hand, which he was still holding, toying with her fingers. “Not intentionally,” he murmured, lifting her hand to his lips again and nibbling at her fingers.

  Ignoring the butterflies that took flight in her belly the moment he began nibbling at her fingers, Chelsey studied his face worriedly, wondering why he had to work two jobs. She’d been convinced he must make really good money dancing. Either it wasn’t as good as she’d thought or he had financial problems. She wanted to ask him, but it wasn’t polite to pry. If he wanted to tell her, he would—and he probably wouldn’t, she concluded. He’d always been guarded about his personal life. She doubted he’d changed.

  He lifted his head, studying her face, and expelled a derisive breath. “Don’t look so worried, baby. I’m not in trouble.”

  “I didn’t think you were,” she said a little testily, “not like you think I think.”

  His lips twitched. Settling the hand he’d been holding against his chest, he curled his hand along the side of her head and dragged her face close, tilting his head to match his lips to hers. “How do you know what I think you think?” he murmured teasingly, nipping at her lips with his own.

  “Well, I think I know what you’re thinking, and if you’re thinking what I think you’re thinking, then you’re wrong!” she whispered, smiling against his lips.

  He lifted away for a moment to meet her gaze. “Baby, I always know what you’re thinking.”

  “Really? What am I thinking now?”

  He grinned abruptly. “You’re thinking I’m taking way too long to get to the good stuff.”

  She chuckled. “Maybe I’m thinking I’m not really in the mood for the good stuff?”

  He scanned her face. “I guess I’ll just have to test it with my dip stick,” he murmured, slipping his hand down the middle of her stomach and cupping her mound through her night clothes.

  She fell back against her pillow, grinning when he grabbed a handful of her nightgown and jerked it up to her waist. The smile faded as he slipped his hand beneath the waist of her panties and cupped her mound again. Holding her gaze, he slid a finger along her cleft and pressed it inside of her, sawing slowly in and out. He tsked. “Looks like we’re about a half quart low here.”

  Chelsey uttered an amused snort. “I don’t get that damned wet!”

  He grinned. “You do when I make a deposit.” Rolling over her abruptly, he lowered his head to nip at her lips again. “We’re going to have to be mighty careful. The pipes are so backed up, you’ll be lucky if I don’t blow your brains out.”

  “Eew!”

  He chuckled. “Just warning you, lady! I’m locked and loaded.”

  “I guess we need to do something about that then.”

  His eyes lit. He came up on his knees and dragged her upright. Grabbing her nightgown, he pulled it off over her head and then grabbed her panties, tipping her onto her back again as he ripped them off and tossed them. “I thought you’d never ask!”

  She sucked in a gasp as he dove over her. He caught himself with his palms on either side of her and then dropped to his elbows, pressing his chest against hers. Matching his mouth to hers, he thrust his tongue between her lips and raked it boldly, possessively along hers. It brought her to stark awareness of every point where their bodies met. She could feel the roughness of the hair on the thigh he’d wedged between hers as he dragged it upward, pushing her legs wider, the heaviness of his erection pressed against her belly. The light sprinkling of hair along his belly and chest made her skin tingle and her nipples stand erect as he rubbed restlessly against her. The muscles in his arms flexed and stretched against hers with his movements, his fingers tightening along her shoulders.

  Trapped by the weight of his chest and the band of his arms on either side of her, she could only lift her hands high enough to grasp his waist to pull him closer but the moment she did, he pressed his pelvis more tightly against her, moving against her rhythmically for a moment before he broke from her lips and leaned away.

  She opened her eyes slowly when he did and discovered he’d shifted his weight to one arm and was studying her breasts. Self-consciousness pierced the bubble of warmth that had risen in response to his kiss. Even as she lifted one arm to cover herself, though, he caught her wrist. Meeting her gaze with a commanding look, he held it for a moment and then pushed her arm down and cupped the closest breast lightly, gently squeezing it and then releasing it to stroke it with his fingers. He cupped it again, catching the erect tip between his fingers, squeezing lightly and then lifted his hand to catch her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it.

  Tingling sensation trickled through her, joined the heat in her belly and made her womb contract. Releasing that nipple, he stroked her other breast, caressed it briefly and slid his hand down between her breasts, pausing for a moment with his palm above her heart before he lightly stroked her ribs and then her belly. His eyes narrowed as he smoothed his hand over the small patch of hair at the apex of her thighs and parted the lips of her sex with one finger. He paused, as if wrestling with what he wanted to do and swallowed audibly. “You are more beautiful than I imagined,” he murmured huskily, turning his head to meet her gaze and then surging over her. “I didn’t think it was possible.”

  She might’ve doubted his sincerity if his kiss hadn’t robbed her of thought with the sheer ferocity of it, if she hadn’t felt feverish need in the way his hands shook as he explored her, hadn’t felt tremors rippling through his massive muscles as he surged against her and lifted slightly only to surge against her again. His kiss gave swift rise to euphoric intoxication, however, and the restless movements of his body along hers stirred hectic sensations within her, spawned need and then a sense of desperation.

  She clutched at him, digging her fingers into his flesh in a mindless effort to pull him closer. He curled his hips in response, pressing his swollen cock almost painfully against her. She didn’t object. Eager to feel the pressure where she needed it, she struggled with his weight, trying to realign her body to his.

  He dragged the thigh he’d thrust between hers higher, pushing her thighs wider and then lifted the leg lying beside hers and used his foot to push her legs wider still so that he could nestle his narrow hips between her thighs. The move repositioned his cock, moving it out of her reach just as she thought to reach for it and aligning it with her cleft where she’d meant to guide it. When he curled against her that time, the pressure exerted against her nether lips sent shards of pleasure through her.

  She was gasping so desperately for air after a few moments that her
mind reeled with encroaching darkness. All she could think was that she was going to come any second if he didn’t stop teasing her. “Garryk! I’m going to come!” she gasped a little desperately.

  “Gezis, mabay!” he muttered hoarsely, reaching between them hastily to guide his cock along her cleft.

  She dug her fingernails into him as the head of his cock nudged her clit, sending an electrifying jolt through her sex. She thought for a moment that she’d started to come, but the frantic palpitation of her muscles, she discovered, was a demand for something of substance to hang on to. The moment he pushed inside of her, they locked down on his cock and froze, making her belly cramp almost painfully.

  Realizing he wasn’t making a lot of headway, Garryk paused in his efforts to dig a trough in the mattress with his toes, expelling a pained breath. “Relax, baby,” he growled from between clenched teeth.

  Chelsey opened her eyes and widened them at him in disbelief. Relax?

  “Never mind,” he muttered, locking one arm around her shoulders and the other around her hips and trying to stuff her down over his cock as he thrust again. Thankfully, it sent a thrill through her to feel him inching toward the spot where she needed stimulation. Her muscles unclenched long enough to get a better hold and tried to drag him in with a series of palpitations. Garryk, aided by a great deal of moisture and teeth gritted determination, abruptly slid home hard enough and deep enough to slam into her womb. She nearly blacked out as pain exploded in her belly, but she’d sounded the battle cry. “I’m coming!” Garryk had the bit between his teeth by that time and was racing for the finish line.

  Sucking in a gulp of air as the waves of pain mellowed, yielding to sharply climbing waves of pleasure, Chelsey squeezed her eyes closed and strained to grab the gold cup before he could get to it. As close as she was, he still nearly left her in the dust. Fortunately, the sharp jerk of his cock, the flow of hot semen inside her, and the thrill both sent fluttering through her, pitched her over the top. The first convulsion was so hard her body arched into a bow, forcing a sound from her throat that most nearly resembled fingernails on a chalk board. A shudder travelled all the way through Garryk and then her muscles clamped around his cock as it jerked again, forcing a strangled grunt from him. “Gezis! Jod, mabay! Gezis, mabay!” he muttered in a choked, agonized litany, sounding as if he was on the verge of passing out.

  Chelsey sucked in a breath and sang hallelujah in soprano as another convulsion hit her, threatening to shake her apart, strumming her nails along his back mindlessly every time she hit another high note.

  Garryk let out a hiss of breath and bowed backwards, grinding his pelvis against the lips her sex in an apparent effort to shove the head of his cock into the mouth her womb lest any tadpoles go astray, jerking as his body ejected the last of his seed.

  Chelsey’s entire body felt like so much dead weight the moment she stopped convulsing. Her arms and knees hit the bed limply and everything in between seemed to melt and form a spreading puddle as her nerve endings continued to spark and sizzle like short circuited wiring. Garryk collapsed heavily on top of her, blowing gusty breaths of hot hair against her neck that made her skin pebble all over and a shudder run through her. Their skin seemed to meld together as if they’d been rubbed down with super glue.

  Chelsey, panting for breath and struggling against gathering darkness, began to feel like a pancake beneath him as he settled, pressing her deeper and deeper into the mattress. “Garryk?” she managed to grunt finally.

  “What baby?” he asked drunkenly.

  “You’re crushing me.”

  He jerked reflexively and then managed to heave upward high enough to shove his hand between them, plant a palm in the middle of her left boob, and pry himself loose. Alarm flickered through Chelsey briefly as she felt her breast flatten and the ribs beneath it yield, but she was too near death to feel any pain and too focused on expanding her lungs as soon as Garryk removed his weight to think about complaining. Thankfully, he managed to shift enough of his weight to one side for gravity to take over. He hit the bed and sprawled out limply, nearly clobbering her with an arm that felt like a falling tree as it glanced off her forehead.

  Chelsey was surfing toward Neverland when Garryk apparently regained enough consciousness to entertain a few doubts. “You ok, baby?”

  The question, coming to her from beneath fathoms of sleep, was completely incomprehensible beyond the questioning tone. “Wha …?”

  He patted her belly with a hand that felt like a lead pie plate. “Good.”

  “Ok,” she muttered, struggling onto her side.

  It stirred him up again. He rolled toward her, dropped grappling hooks around her in the form of an arm and leg like cast iron tree trunks, dragged her beneath him, and began to breathe heavily in her ear. She considered stuffing something in his mouth, but decided he might suffocate. Instead, she managed to wiggle far enough up the bed to get her head on a pillow. Bliss followed for about two seconds and then he shifted upward and burrowed his head next to hers. Fortunately, he discovered burying his nose in her hair wasn’t particularly comfortable. When he’d fought free of the clinging strands, he turned his face just far enough to rest his cheek on the back her head and expel his breaths past her ear instead into it. Happy at last, Chelsey dove toward oblivion.

  She woke to bright sunlight spilling through chinks in the curtains and a sense of profound well-being. A little surprised at the happiness than began to percolate through her as soon as she rose toward consciousness, she searched a little vaguely for the source and discovered that it was attached to the hard rod wedged between the cheeks of her ass and the stickiness that had dried overnight and glued her upper thighs together. Grimacing at that not-so-delightful reminder of the night before, she wiggled away from the wedge and lifted one thigh to peel it from the other.

  Uttering a deep sigh, Garryk rolled away from her. Hearing a grunt of pain, she glanced toward him just as he lifted his hips to adjust his cock. “Wha timesit?” he asked in a morning growl.

  The clock was on his side of the bed! Sighing a little irritably, Chelsey rolled over to look at the clock and froze, staring at his back in horror. There were three or four long scratches on his back that looked like a close encounter with a wild cat—well, three welts and one scratch. Unfortunately, the moment she saw them, Chelsey instantly remembered stroking his back a little frantically in the throes of her climax the night before. She didn’t remember scratching him, though!

  At the thought, she lifted her hands and examined her nails, discovering to her dismay that she had several chipped nails from her chores the day before.

  A rustle drew her attention and she discovered Garryk had twisted his head to look at her. She dropped her hands guiltily and stared back at him.

  He frowned, his gaze flickering over her face curiously. “What time is it?”

  Chelsey flicked a look at the clock. “Uh … ten something.”

  Groaning, he burrowed his face back into the pillow. Chelsey scooted off the bed and headed for the bathroom. She’d already used the toilet and brushed her teeth and was about to step into the shower when she heard Garryk try the door.

  “I’m feeling a little desperate here,” he called through the door.

  Mildly annoyed that he hadn’t mentioned that before she’d claimed the bathroom, she turned from the shower and unlocked the door. He caught her before she could escape and waltzed her back against the wall next to the shower. “Mornin’, baby,” he murmured huskily.

  “I thought you needed to go?” she retorted, smiling in spite of her annoyance.

  “Mornin’ darlin’,” he responded in an attempt at a falsetto.

  She reached down and cupped his balls. He flinched. “Nope. Still there.”

  He gave her a look and released her, turning away. “Fine, Miss Sunshine. I’ll just take a piss and be on my way.”

  Chelsey hesitated at the door and made an about face, sidling up behind him and stroking a hand o
ver his ass. “Mornin’ darlin’,” she sang sweetly and turned and headed for the shower. “Don’t flush!”

  She’d just stepped beneath the spray when she heard the toilet handle jiggled. “Garryk! I swear to god …!”

  He snatched the shower curtain back and climbed in with her. “Need some help, lady?”

  “No, I don’t,” she said testily. “I can manage by myself, thank you!”

  “I’ll let you bathe me.”

  She flicked a grin at him, eyeing him with speculative interest. “You’re so generous,” she murmured moving out of the way so he could get under the spray while she lathered her bath scrungy. When she looked at him again, he had his head under the showerhead and his back to her. She winced at the marks on his back. Those were going to sting when she soaped his back.

  He flicked a glance at her over his shoulder after a moment. Shrugging inwardly with the reflection that he was bound to find out anyway when he washed his hair, she moved closer and very carefully scrubbed his back. He sucked in a hissing breath when she rubbed the scrub over the worst one and she winced again.

  “Is there a scratch or something on my back? That stings.”

  “Uh … maybe a teensy, tiny one–or two.”

  He twisted his head, trying to look at his back, and finally met her gaze. She tried to look innocent. His lips twitched. “No wonder I passed out afterwards—blood loss.”

  “It isn’t that bad!” she said a little testily, then batted her eyelashes at him hopefully and added, “I’ll kiss it and make it better.”

  A gleam entered his eyes. Encircling her with his arms, he dragged her closer. “Do I get to pick which ‘it’ you kiss?”

  Heat wafted through her at the look in his eyes, the huskiness in his voice, and images that instantly rose in her mind. She swallowed with an effort against the sudden dryness in her mouth. “Yes.”

  His expression tautened. Releasing her, he took the bath scrub and began bathing her, paying special attention to her dirty old breasts. Her nipples were throbbing almost painfully by the time he decided he’d teased them long enough with the rough pad, made a half hearted stab at washing her middle and focused on thoroughly scrubbing every crevice between her thighs. Her kegels were clapping in frantic demand by the time he crouched down to scrub her legs and feet.