CollectiveMemory

by Tielle St Clare

  He grabbed her hips and held her in place.

  “Agent Denning…Devin…I must move.” Before she had a chance to respond, he pulled back and drove deep, hard, fast. She cried out, moving with him, meeting his downward stroke, her fingernails biting into his skin with an almost painful pleasure.

  The seductive dazed look had returned to her eyes and Cayl knew he wanted more, wanted to make her come, feel her come around his cock. He tried to focus, maintain his concentration, but the need to come rose inside him. He moved, harder and deeper, craving the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock, hoping that she was with him, but knowing that he couldn’t hold back the powerful urge.

  Devin groaned and clung to him. So close. Just a little more. As if he heard her mental plea, he rose over her, pounding his cock into her. Every stroke sent new shivers through her core. She lifted her hips, meeting him, sinking into the sexual rhythm. He pressed higher, finding that point to caress her clit and fill her pussy with each stroke. Those sparking eyes watched her, a wicked stare that seemed to see into her. He braced himself with one hand and slid the other to her breast, squeezing lightly, pinching her nipple. The hint of pain turned to pleasure.

  Delicious little shocks fluttered through pussy, drawing her higher. One stroke, then another and the delicious tingles started in her cunt. Her nails bit into his shoulder holding him as her orgasm zipped through her body. Her pussy contracted, squeezing his cock, holding it inside her.

  Cayl growled and slammed into her. Hot, strong hands grabbed her ass and pulled her up. He didn’t stop, fucking hard and deep. Every thrust sent another little jolt through her clit, drawing out her climax.

  “Yes, Devin!”

  Cayl’s shout vibrated her ears and she sighed as he collapsed down, knees between hers, his softening cock still inside her.

  “Cayl?” Her voice sounded vague and dreamy even in her own head. He kissed her shoulder and didn’t seem inclined to move.

  “That was most incredible, Agent Denning,” he whispered.

  She smiled. They were back to “Agent Denning”.

  “I would have you again but from my experiences last night, this form takes awhile to recover.”

  She nodded. She needed time to recover as well, but it was nice to hear.

  “But I do not wish to leave your presence. I would continue to touch you.” He slid his cock out of her pussy, removed the condom with a skill that impressed her, disposed of it, and returned, stretching out beside her, his head resting in one hand. With his free hand, he reached out and stroked the backs of his fingers across her breast. “I had understood the only purpose for human sex was reproduction but now I realize the pleasure is a purpose all of its own.”

  His single-minded attraction to her breasts returned. He stroked them delicately, sliding down the bed to position his mouth over her nipples.

  “Do you mind if I sample you once again?” he asked, his eyes sparkling. “The feel of you in my mouth has grown quite addictive.”

  Languid satisfaction flowed through her veins and she couldn’t do anything but nod…and cup the back of his head, guiding him to her nipple. The peaks were sensitive, close to raw from the long sessions of sucking at the club but even that little bit of pain turned to pleasure. His tongue caressed her skin, soft and delicate, the touches like breath across her skin.

  He lapped and licked, allowing himself to be distracted and drift down her abdomen to her hips. Moving with the fluid motion, Devin opened her legs. Cayl seemed to take that as an open invitation and rolled between them.

  “Most delicious,” he announced, stroking his tongue up the crease between her thigh and hip. Devin shivered and Cayl raised his head. “You find that pleasurable, yes? I should do it again.” Before she could answer, he dipped down and repeated the caress, light and teasing, every flick of his tongue seeming to find a new sensitive spot.

  His fingers stroked the insides of her thighs, keeping her legs open. He dipped his tongue into her slit, flicking his tongue across her clit. The caress sent a jolt up her spine. This time when Cayl lifted his eyes there was a wicked light.

  “Do not worry, Agent Denning. The taste of your pretty cunt is inspiring my form to recover quite quickly. It will not be long before I may be of service to you again.”

  Devin gulped and nodded. Her mind raced ahead. He would be ready soon. If she’d been standing she would have swooned. Somehow, she knew a second time wouldn’t be enough. She was in for one hell of a night.

  Chapter Eight

  Devin looked through the peephole and yelped. What is he doing here?

  A knowing smirk curled Mace’s lips, almost as if he could see through her front door, could see her cowering behind the wood frame. Don’t be silly. He can’t see you but he probably knows you’re there. Open the door. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.

  Except for maybe fucking the alien you’re supposed to be assisting.

  It wasn’t anything that Mace hadn’t done, she mentally pouted. Of course it would have been easier if she hadn’t been a bit sanctimonious when she’d discovered what they’d done. She closed her eyes and dreaded Mace’s response when he found out.

  If he found out. And idea sparked in her brain. There was no reason for him to find out. No visible sign that she’d spent most of the night beneath Cayl. Or on top of him.

  She shook off the memory and took a deep breath. Going for cool and serene, she opened the door and tipped her head in curiosity.

  “Mace. What are you doing here?”

  The laughter in his eyes grew. For a moment, it looked like green sparkled deep in his gaze, reminding her of the glittering lights in Cayl’s eyes, but it disappeared and all that remained was the deep blue.

  “Cayl left his shirt at my place yesterday and since he didn’t come back, I thought I should bring it by.”

  Her reflexes had to be slowed from the previous night of almost nonstop sex because instead of taking the shirt from his hands and slamming the door shut, she stood there as Mace came forward, brushing by her and slipping into her house.

  “Is Cayl up?”

  “He’s awake.” He was up most of the night, she added silently. “He’s in the kitchen.” She opened her arm toward the dining room. Mace had never been to her house and she wasn’t quite sure how he’d gotten the address but it was probably the same way she’d gotten his phone number.

  Mace nodded. “I’ll just give him his shirt then.” He walked off, weaving around the dining table and going into the kitchen.

  Devin held back, gathering her calm. There was no reason for her to worry. There was no visible sign that she’d spent the night fucking Cayl. She would walk into the kitchen and smile, act like the professional she was.

  She pushed open the kitchen door and stopped in her tracks. Cayl had Mace pressed up against the refrigerator, their mouths locked in a deep kiss. Mace’s hand cupped Cayl’s ass, holding him in place. Sexual heat surrounded them and spread out, capturing her in its web, sinking into Devin’s pussy. The muscles in her thighs strained as she fought the urge to walk over and join them.

  Instead, she pushed her shoulders back and cleared her throat.

  There was no immediate response but long moments later, Mace lifted his head. Laughter filled his gaze as he looked at her. Cayl turned, his lips wet from Mace’s kisses.

  “Are you done?” she drawled, hoping her tone radiated an arrogance she didn’t quite feel. Mace grinned.

  “For now.”

  “Mace was just providing me with my good morning kiss. It is as lovers do, yes?”

  Cayl watched her, seeking an answer.

  “Uh, yes. That’s what lovers do.”

  He nodded. “It is a most enjoyable way to begin the day. Though it seems odd that humans would deliberately arouse themselves just before heading off to their employment.” He shook his head and looked down. The impressive bulge of his erection pressed against his black jeans. “Most distracting.”

  As if t
hat was enough to ponder, he stepped away from Mace and approached the stove. Devin watched from a distance. This would be his third attempt at scrambling eggs. He whisked the eggs and milk together then dumped them in the pan. Steam and sizzle rose from the skillet as he dragged the spatula through the mixture.

  Mace leaned on the counter, supervising.

  “Nice.”

  Cayl lifted his head as if pleased by Mace’s approval. “I made enough for you.”

  “Thanks, babe.” He punctuated the thank you with a quick kiss. Then turned and stared at Devin.

  Devin fought the urge to fidget. There was no reason. Mace didn’t know. He couldn’t know. But the twinkle in his eye told her he suspected something.

  “So.” He folded his arms and pressed his hip against the counter. “Did you sleep well?” He looked at Devin. The smug look on his face made her cheeks warm but she lifted her chin, ready to tell him they’d slept fine. And they had. When they’d slept. But before she could reply Cayl looked up. Devin opened her mouth to protest, knowing she would be too late and Cayl would announce that he hadn’t slept at all.

  Instead, Cayl nodded. “Oh yes, I slept most soundly. My body is quite rejuvenated.” The strain drained from Devin’s body. He wasn’t going to tell. Cayl returned to his attention to the skillet, scrambling the eggs. “It is amazing how well the human body functions after several hours of sex followed by a few hours of deep sleep.”

  An undignified squeak broke from her throat.

  “Interesting.” Mace flashed a grin at Devin but placed plates beside the stove. “I’m glad Devin was able to assist you.”

  “She was most kind,” he assured Mace. “She eased my affliction several times and I was able to ease hers as well.”

  “Were you? That must have been…fun.”

  “It was most intriguing. The female form does not take nearly the same time to recover as the male. She was slick and hot within moments of my tongue touching her pussy.”

  Devin gasped.

  “Was she?” The laughter had disappeared from Mace’s voice.

  “Oh yes.” Cayl dumped eggs onto a plate. “Have you not fucked her?”

  Mace looked at her, his eyes blazing once again with hunger. A band tightened around her chest, need flooding her core. Damn, after last night she should have been immune to needing sex but she wanted Mace.

  “No, I haven’t.”

  “You must,” Cayl insisted. “I don’t know how a male could be in her presence and not wish to be inside her.”

  Again, Mace kept his eyes trained on her. “Well, wishing and actually doing are two different things.”

  She had no control of the bright red of her cheeks.

  “I’m sure that Agent Denning would be willing to fuck you as well.” Cayl looked at her with expectation in his eyes. “I can vouch for his prowess. I’m sure he could give you much pleasure.”

  “I’d do my best,” Mace said. The laughter left his eyes and she knew he was dead serious.

  Cayl nodded as if he approved and placed three plates on the table. “Tonight, if we don’t find Harken, we will return to your lodging and you will fuck her.” Devin gasped. Cayl either didn’t hear the sound or didn’t care.

  He tipped his head to the side as he thought. “We could both have her, could we not? That idea is most fascinating and it seems quite possible.” His voice dropped to that low, husky rumble that told her he was no longer thinking logically and was aroused. “I think I must explore this possibility. We could—”

  “Not discuss this anymore,” Devin blurted out. She pushed her shoulders back and tried to find her center. It was her house and her body dammit. Cayl was planning her sex life and Mace was just sitting there letting him.

  “Why? Does the idea not appeal to you?” Cayl stared at her, his head cocked further to the side, waiting silently for an answer. Mace stood beside him. He mirrored Cayl’s pose though there was a bit more humor in his eyes.

  Appeal to her? How could it not? Mace and Cayl. Together. Naked. And her the center of their attention. The heat from her face faded and rebounded in her core. Her pussy clenched. A little sore and sensitive from last night, she still reacted, her body preparing to take them.

  She forced a breath into her lungs. The brush of her nipples against the lace bra made the fluttering sensations worse.

  “Hum…”

  “You find him attractive, do you not?” Cayl looked at Mace. “I cannot imagine that he is not considered attractive by most humans.”

  “Thank you,” Mace said modestly which Devin ignored.

  “Yes, I find him attractive. That isn’t the problem.”

  “Then what is?” Cayl pulled out his chair and sat down. Devin watched as Mace followed suit. It seemed like a perfectly typical breakfast scene…if they hadn’t been planning a three-way sex adventure. Cayl grabbed the salt and his fork and started to eat. Every other bite he looked up, encouraging her to answer.

  Devin flipped through all the answers in her mind and none of them were good reasons why she couldn’t sleep with them both except she didn’t do that sort of thing.

  “Well, I just can’t…”

  Mace raised his eyebrows, challenging her. The arrogance actually helped her. Gave her the strength to answer.

  “Sex isn’t something that you just do casually. Or I don’t. I don’t just hop into bed with men I don’t know well.”

  Cayl swallowed then looked at her. And before he ever spoke she winced.

  “You did with me.” There was nothing smug or judgmental about his tone. It was just an observation. Then he smiled. “And look how well that turned out.” He nodded and took another bite. “I think we should try it this night. It will further my education in human sensory receptions. You will enjoy it.”

  That seemed to settle the situation for Cayl.

  Devin started to protest but she looked at Mace. Not really sure why. She wasn’t expecting any support from him but she also wasn’t expecting him to be laughing. It was silent but his head was down and his shoulders were shaking. She stared daggers at his head until he finally looked up. His lips were squeezed together to hide his smile.

  But the look in his eyes was pure challenge and damn, she could never resist a dare.

  “Fine.”

  Mace’s spine snapped straight and his eyes popped open.

  “If we don’t find Harken tonight, we’ll do it tonight.” The convulsive swallow in Mace’s throat sent a spike of confidence into her chest. “I just hope you two can keep up with me.”

  Cayl continued eating. Mace seemed unable to function. He stared at her, eyes blinking, lips parted like he couldn’t quite catch his breath.

  “Eat up. We need to get going.” Feeling a boldness she never would have expected, she winked. “And you’re going to need your strength.”

  * * * * *

  For a den of iniquity, it looks rather plain in daylight.

  Devin shook her head and followed Cayl around the corner of the building. Switch looked different in sunlight. Just a building. No indication of what went on here each night. She felt her cheeks warm, remembering what had happened to her in this building.

  They’d gotten a later start than expected. Cayl’s “morning kiss” from Mace had turned into what she was sure was fast, mutual jack-off session. She’d just kept her head down and stayed at the other side of the house. She didn’t need to hear or see them together. Hell, she’d already committed to having sex with them later on. If they didn’t catch Harken.

  She groaned at the thought. If Harken had returned to Switch to hunt last night, they would most likely be able to track him, which would mean he would be captured and Cayl would go home. There would be no night of wild sex with two gorgeous men.

  Telling herself she was relieved, because really she didn’t want to have sex with both of them…she paused. No, that wasn’t true. She did want to have sex with them but it wasn’t right. Real women didn’t do that sort of thing.

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p; Or maybe they didn’t do that sort of thing because they didn’t get a chance.

  And she had the chance. A really good chance. Except they would probably find Harken and then Cayl would leave.

  “Agent Denning, are you listening?”

  “I’m sorry, what? No. I wasn’t.” She blinked and looked up.

  “We must proceed to the west. That is where his trace elements lead.”

  “You found him? I mean, his elements?” Her heart started to pound and disappointment nudged at her heart. If they found Harken today, not only would she lose her one chance to be part of a three-way…she would never see Cayl again. And in the past two days she’d become fond of him.

  “As I have said.” His lips squished together in irritation. He didn’t like to be questioned. “We must proceed west.”

  She nodded and grabbed a hold of her waning professionalism. She was going to help Cayl find Harken.

  It was too bad she had to choose between saving the world and having great sex.

  “If you will get your conveyance, I will follow the trail.” He pointed toward the mountains and started walking.

  With a sigh, she turned and walked around the building and back to her car. The sun was getting warm. After Mace had finally left—an air of satisfaction clinging to him and a smug grin on his face—she and Cayl had stopped by the office.

  His bosses and hers had demanded an update. They would have been trapped there even longer if Cayl hadn’t finally announced that instead of talking about finding Harken, he was going to go find Harken. He’d nodded to her boss then walked out of the room, leaving her no choice but to follow. As dramatic exits go, it had been quite lovely.

  Now, they just had to find Harken or they’d both be back in that tiny little room. It had given her a chance to see one of Cayl’s kind in his natural form…which was nothing. An amorphous blob that glittered red and black. The voice didn’t speak so much as transmit directly into her brain. She shuddered. The sensation beyond creepy. They had to find Harken.