CollectiveMemory

by Tielle St Clare

  “Uh, no.”

  “You are not aroused? Your nipples appear tight.” His eyes sparked as he stared at her chest. That talented tongue slipped out and touched the edge of his lip as if he was remembering her taste.

  Her nipples contracted even more, almost to the point of pain.

  She folded her arms across her chest. The light brush of her forearms didn’t help.

  “Well, that’s because I’m cold.”

  “Then I will warm you. Our forms pressed together generate warmth that alone we do not possess.” Before she could protest he had wrapped his arms around her. The bulk of her crossed arms created a workable barrier, not letting them close—because it would be too easy to just rub up against that hot, strong body. Then they’d generate some heat.

  “That’s okay. I’m—”

  “This will not help.” He stepped back and Devin sighed with relief.

  “You’re right. It…”

  He grabbed her hips and spun her around. Before her world stopped turning, Cayl was there, behind her, cuddled up, his cock against her ass. “Oh yes, much better,” he murmured, placing his hands over her stomach, fingers splayed as if he wanted to touch as much of her as possible.

  “I had not really understood Mace’s fascination with your ass but pressed up against my cock like this, I believe I more firmly grasp the concept.” His hand slid up, beneath her t-shirt, cupping her breast. “I still find the sight of your tits most inspiring though your ass would also, no doubt, make me hard.”

  She tried to think of some sarcastic comment but her mind had drifted away. The flick of his thumb across her nipple grabbed her attention and she gasped. A delicious little shiver sank into her core and tugged on her control. It would be so easy to just push her ass back, grind against his cock. He would take over and follow the human instincts. It would be easy. Wonderful.

  The dim portion of her mind tried to protest, to vocalize that this was a bad idea but all that came out was a groan as Cayl’s hand covered her breast.

  “I do so enjoy the feel of your nipple pressed against my palm.” He eased his hand around and cupped the lower curve. “And the weight…most intriguing.” She swallowed and tipped her head back to draw in a full breath but the slight movement seemed to be enough to tempt Cayl. He squeezed her breast and pressed a kiss on her throat.

  “I am beginning to understand the appeal of being behind the female. I can have my hands on your tits and still feel the press of your ass against my shaft.” Holding her in place, he rocked his hips forward, pressing his cock into the split between her ass cheeks.

  He groaned. “The heat between us is immense, is it not?”

  She nodded and tried to find the breath to speak but his hand slid from her hip downward, fingers slipping beneath the waistband of her pajamas.

  She dropped her head backward, arching her back, pressing her breast into his hand. “The feel of you in my mouth has made me hard all day and into the night. Your taste lingers on my tongue. Even though I know it is a memory, my body feels it again.”

  Her cry rang through the room and she couldn’t do anything else. She spun around and flung her arms over Cayl’s shoulders holding him, pressing her mouth to his, opening, begging for his kiss.

  He responded almost immediately, his tongue plunging into her mouth, his lips sucking lightly on hers. One hand squeezed her breast and the other grabbed her ass and pulled her up against him, guiding her, magically positioning her clit against his cock.

  Devin’s fingers delved into his hair, locking him in place, the sleek strands teasing the backs of her hands.

  Moments, hours later, Cayl twisted his head, pulling back from the kiss. He didn’t go far. He bent forward stroked his teeth across her lower lip, biting down at the end. The nip sent a shiver into her pussy. “I would taste you,” he whispered, adding another bite to her lips. “Having experienced Mace coming in my mouth, I desire to compare the flavors. And the sweet scent of your pussy has teased me through the evening hours. May I not lick you?”

  The hunger in his voice penetrated her core and she groaned, pressing her lips back against his. He drove his tongue into her mouth, a fast hard stroke then retreated and dropped to his knees.

  He grabbed the waistband of her panties and dragged them down. A soft moan escaped his lips as he pushed the material out of the way.

  “So soft,” he whispered, his fingers trailing up the insides of her thighs. Her knees trembled but she held herself in place. The need from earlier in the evening exploded inside her. The nagging, logical voice pointed out this was a bad idea reared up but desire slapped it back. He scooped her up and placed her on the edge of her mattress. Devin fell back, catching herself on her elbows, sinking into the reflected hunger in Cayl’s eyes.

  “Let me see your tits,” he ordered. There was no pleading, no curiosity, just sheer need and power in his voice. It reminded her of Mace, telling her to bend over so she could be spanked. A shiver skipped into her pussy. Cayl stared, his eyes filled with command.

  Trembling, needing, she grabbed the bottom of her t-shirt and pulled it up, over her head and threw it toward the side of the bed. A low growl rumbled from Cayl’s throat, a sound so instinctive she didn’t think he even knew he’d made it. “Lie back. I wish to see you spread out before me.”

  Every word brushed across her skin and the strange desire to submit to his commands controlled her muscles. She sank back onto the mattress and separated her thighs. Cayl’s hands slid between her knees and pressed, guiding her legs open, spreading her.

  Heat swelled in her pussy as he stared down at her, his hands skimming across her stomach, up to her breasts. Wicked fingers teased her nipples. As if unable to stop himself, he leaned forward and gave a long slow lick across one tight peak. She moaned, twisting beneath his touch.

  “I would linger here but the scent of your pussy is too captivating to ignore.” With a kiss goodbye to each nipple, he slid down, knees between her spread thighs. He took a deep breath and trailed his fingers down the crease between her thighs and hips. “So fascinating. The male and female of the species are so different yet both intriguing.”

  The muttered observation dulled some of Devin’s excitement. She pushed herself up on her elbows, ready to tell Cayl she’d changed her mind. But before the words could come out of her mouth, Cayl turned his head and placed an almost reverent kiss to her skin. He sighed and his tongue flicked out, taking a small sample.

  “Yes, most intriguing.” There was that word again but there was nothing clinical in the tone. He leaned forward, his attention focused on her pussy. Breath caught in her throat. The sight of Cayl anticipating the first taste shot tension through her body. He licked his lips against then pushed forward.

  His fingers spread her pussy lips and he dipped his tongue cautiously against into her passage. He froze and then groaned. He looked up, eyes glowing—sparkling with tiny lights. “I will spend long moments with this flavor coating my tongue.”

  He delved his tongue between her pussy lips as Devin gasped. The touches were scattered as if he tested her response. He pressed his tongue to the top of her passage and stroked back. A deep, heavy moan vibrated into her pussy and fluttered against her clit. Cayl lifted his head. The lights swirled in his eyes.

  “I had not thought the taste of you could be any sweeter. I was incorrect.” As if that explained everything, he bent down and plunged his tongue into her passage. Another heavy groan shimmered into her cunt, wicked vibrations that teased her clit even as he tongue-fucked her pussy.

  Sensations zipped into her core, overwhelming her. His tongue pumped in and out, shallow, strong strokes. Devin cried out and grabbed the back of his head, holding him in place, wanting more, needing it. Cayl fought the strength of her grip and lifted up. His stare met hers, the green sparkles glittering like diamonds in his eyes.

  “Yes, Agent Denning. You must guide me. How am I to know what you like without some instruction?”

  Devin g
roaned. A lover who was willing to try things and still take advice. Perfect.

  “J-just do it again.”

  “My pleasure.” And he did. Again and again, dipping his tongue into her pussy, drawing back to circle around her clit. His hungry moans electrified her skin, every sound teasing her cunt, making her want. God, so good, but she needed more.

  “Please.” She rocked her hips up, offering her pussy.

  “How do I make you come?” he asked, barely lifting his head.

  “My clit,” she gasped. “Lick it. Stay there.”

  He placed a kiss on her pussy lips then trailed his tongue up the inside of her slit to her clit. It had been wicked when he teased, now the focused attention twisted everything inside her, making it tighter, hotter. She squirmed but Cayl pressed his arm across her hips, holding her in place.

  His free hand slipped between her legs and two fingers pushed into her pussy, fucking her with deep slow strokes. He pulsed his tongue against her clit, tormenting her with each touch. The wild tension swelled in her pussy until she couldn’t contain it. She screamed and the delicious ache erupted dispersing into her limbs.

  Cayl raised his head and his fingers slipped from inside her. She moaned, missing that sweet penetration. He rose up and leaned over her, eyes glowing, lips shiny with her liquid, shoulders tight with restraint. He pressed forward. His cock teased her wet entrance, every muscle in his body taut and strained. He looked feral, ready to pounce.

  “Where is a shield?” he demanded.

  “What?” Her mind tried to focus on his question but his cock tapped her opening and she spread her legs wider, needing him to fill her. Her fingers twitched on the bedspread. She wrapped her hands around his wrists and slid up. The hair on his arms tickled her palms. So strong. Hot. Yummy.

  She pressed, savoring the resilience of his muscles. Her gaze followed her hands and she tracked across those powerful chest muscles. Unable to resist, she pulled herself up and pressed her teeth into the thick pectoral muscle.

  Cayl groaned, catching the back of her head and holding her in place as she licked the tiny bite.

  “Agent Denning, I am quite on the edge and would be inside you when I come. Do you have a shield?”

  She blinked and looked at his face. The lust in his eyes—and maybe the fact that he called her “Agent Denning”—penetrated the sexual fog that clouded her mind.

  “Uh, the drawer. In the drawer.” She pointed to the bedside table and hoped that she actually had condoms. It had been awhile but she was pretty sure she’d kept her “someday” supply current.

  Cayl twisted, his hips never losing contact with her thighs as he reached over and yanked the drawer open. He tossed aside a few things then seemed to find what he was looking for. He came back with the narrow strip of three.

  “You will help me.” It wasn’t a question. He handed her the packets and stood back, hands on his hips. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up in pure feminine rebellion but she looked at him for a heartbeat and recognized the desperation on his face.

  A smile she couldn’t quite control tugged on her lips.

  She’d done this. She’d made him wild and desperate to fuck. To fuck her.

  She sat up, keeping her legs spread, and pressed her breasts forward, putting herself on display, loving the lust in his gaze. The sparks in his eyes turned into flashes of heat. She trailed her finger down his chest, skipping across one flat nipple and down to the rippled abs. It took her a moment to realize he was naked. Hard and thick and naked. She didn’t know when he’d lost the rest of his clothes and at this point, she didn’t care. He was there, ready to fuck her.

  She finished her trip downward and curled her fingers around his cock. Silky heat teased her palm even as tension shot through his muscles.

  “Oh my.”

  “May I now come inside you?” he asked, his voice gruff.

  Her smile broadened. “In just a bit. Let’s get you ready.”

  “I believe I am ready.” His chin lifted and the corners of his mouth tightened down. “My shaft is hard and I am most eager to have you. Mace tormented me in a similar fashion and I do not care for it.”

  She grinned and couldn’t find any sympathy but she also knew she couldn’t tease him any longer. She needed too much.

  She snagged the strip of condoms and pulled one off.

  The irritated crinkle of his mouth faded as she tore open the packet. “You are most fascinating, Agent Denning.” He leaned over and placed his hands on the mattress next to her shoulders. “Most compelling.” He bent down, capturing one nipple between his lips. Wild heat zipped into her core and made her pussy flutter. Cayl groaned as if he felt her pleasure. He bit down, soft pressure against her nipple that sent another jolt into her cunt.

  Devin tipped her head back, pressing up, offering him more. She squirmed, needing him to fill her.

  “Agent Denning, I—”

  Devin shook her head. “No.”

  Cayl froze. “You do not want me to fuck you?”

  “No. I do. Call me Devin.” She slid her hands across his cheek, fingers teasing the lower curve of his lip. “I’m not Agent Denning. Not here.”

  Light flared in his eyes. “I understand. Here you are Devin. Here, when I am about to put my cock inside you.”

  Hearing the words almost sent her over the edge but she held back. She wanted to feel him inside her, have him fuck her. He placed his hand over her pussy, fingers teasing her opening.

  “You are wet and eager. I shall fuck you now.”

  Thoughts swirled in her brain, too fast, too bright for her to capture and understand. She moved by instinct, rolling the condom on his cock, stroking his shaft as she covered him. An invisible band surrounded her chest as she fought to breathe. This was going to be inside her, hard inside her. She couldn’t resist gliding her hand up the full length and back again.

  “Enough.” He pulled her hand away. “You tempt me too much and I wish to be inside you when I come.” He gripped his cock and pressed the head to her entrance, easing forward.

  Devin gasped, her gaze locked on his cock. Her brain struggled to process it all—the sight of him entering her, the almost painful stretch, the heat. Too much input. She collapsed back on the mattress and closed her eyes, taking him in, his penetration slow but steady, stretching her. His cock was wide, long but not too much. Perfect to fill her pussy.

  Cayl focused his attention on Devin’s face. His body resisted the commands of his mind, the instructions to move slowly when he wanted to pound into her cunt. In private moments today, he’d taken time to investigate the human reproductive acts more fully. They were much more than just functions. They were pleasure and as Mace had said, he had to move slowly if he wanted to be invited back.

  And from the way her pussy gripped his cock, he definitely wanted to return to this sweet passage.

  Devin released a groan that Cayl couldn’t interpret. He stopped.

  “Is this too much? Would you wish me to stop?” The words came out of his mouth because it was against his basic nature to cause another being pain but even as he asked the question his mind and body joined a concert of silent pleading that she said “no.”

  Her eyes popped open in shock. She shook her head, her hair falling in a tempting scatter around her face. Cayl pressed forward, the sudden urge to place his lips on hers taking control. He sank his fingers into the sleek blond strands and covered her mouth in a kiss. He drove his tongue into her mouth, needing to be inside her in all ways.

  Her groan matched his. He pulled back, a breath between them, keeping his lips against hers, he asked, “May I continue to fuck you?”

  He retreated, easing his cock back an inch or so before pressing forward. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders and he took that to mean she wanted more of his cock. She stretched, arching her back and pushing her breasts into his chest. He savored the softness but his gazed latched onto the sleek line of her throat.

  A strange desire filled
him. One that made no sense but he wanted it—wanted to bite that taut skin, leave a mark to show the world she belonged to him. He knew males often became possessive of their mates but this made little sense. But he couldn’t deny the urge.

  “Do you like having my cock inside you?” he whispered, scraping his teeth against her skin.

  “Yes.” The response was more gasp than spoken word.

  It took him a moment to realize she liked his voice, liked the words as he fucked her. He remembered Mace whispering to her, telling her what he wanted to do to her.

  “You like having my cock fuck this tight little pussy?” He rocked forward again, almost sinking himself fully into her. Her slick passage gripped him as he retreated, not far, just teasing her with the thought that he might pull out. Nails bit into his skin. “That’s it. Let me have your cunt. Let me have it. You feel so good.”

  She groaned and twisted in his grip. The delightful wiggle teased his skin but the desire to have her, to control her, drove him on. He wrapped his fingers in her hair, tightening his grip, holding her in place as he drove forward, the last inches of his cock sinking into her. She cried out and rolled her hips up, as if wanting him even deeper.

  “My cock is fully inside you.” He pumped his hips to show her proof. “I’m going to have you now.”

  This time when he retreated, he pulled back until only the tip remained inside her. He held his breath then pushed back in, slowly, feeling every inch of her pussy accept him, letting her feel every inch of his cock. Her chest rose and fell in heavy breaths doing enticing things to her tits, making them shake and tremble.

  A low groan broke from her throat, the pretty noise making his cock even harder. He sank to the hilt again.

  “Yes,” she moaned and pressed up, plunging his dick inside her. He ground his teeth together and held himself in place as she took her pleasure on his cock. She twisted, arched her back and slid her pussy up and down his shaft. Cayl held out as long he could. The slick heat surrounding his cock, the steady pressure of her pumps, tore at his control until he couldn’t take it.