Interstellar Sparks

by Shannon Stacey

  The woman stepped closer. “Does it matter? I know I’m beautiful, and you told me you live alone. Don’t men like…what are they? One-night stands?”

  This was some kind of practical joke. It had to be. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”

  “Ilyna.”

  Ilyna. The name seemed familiar somehow, but he couldn’t place it. Meanwhile he could well imagine the bad angel jumping from one shoulder to the other to beat the crap out of his good angel.

  “Did Dane send you?”

  “No,” she said quickly, and then she made a face and a hand gesture that reminded him of a person recognizing an opportunity had just slipped by.

  She walked slowly forward, until she was well within arm’s reach. “I just want to have sex with you. After that I want nothing else from you, and you’ll never see me again.”

  She reached out and popped the snap on his jeans. Bryan groaned. Some practical joke. The guys would never let him live this down. His cock didn’t seem to care—it strained against his zipper.

  “Lady, I don’t think…”

  She slipped the heavy robe from her shoulders, stepped out of a silky-looking gown, and he forgot to think at all.

  Chapter Two

  Every man’s fantasy was standing right in front him—oh geez, kneeling right in front of him—and Bryan was at a total loss. A sigh of relief escaped him when she slid his zipper down and then eased his jeans and boxers down over his hips, baring his throbbing erection.

  “What,” he asked through gritted teeth, “are you doing?”

  “I want to suck you,” she said simply, and his knees almost buckled. What the hell was going on?

  “Usually I know a woman a little better before the blowjobs start, sweetheart.”

  She smiled, an act that lit up her face like a beacon. “I’m Ilyna. You’re Bryan.”

  And then she touched her lips to the tip of his cock and Bryan’s knees almost gave out. The warmth of her mouth closed over him, sucking gently, and he groaned. His hips twitched, and he felt her smile around his cock. Fuck it—who was he to deny a beautiful woman a one-night stand?

  Threading his fingers in Ilyna’s hair, he tugged gently, pushing deeper into her mouth, then retreating. She made a humming sound low in her throat and his balls tightened. She pulled back and licked delicately at the now wet head of his cock. The slight, kittenish strokes of her tongue almost put him over the edge and he pulled away. “You’ve got one more chance to walk out that door before I give in and fuck you.”

  She looked up at him through those thick eyelashes and licked her lips. “I want to suck you some more.”

  “If you suck me any more, I think you’ll kill me.” Her eyes widened in alarm, and he chuckled. “It’s just an expression. But it’s your turn now, sweetheart.”

  * * * * *

  Ilyna gasped when Bryan sat her on the edge of the bed and then knelt on the lavishly plush carpet. “I want to taste you,” he said.

  Ilyna shuddered in anticipation. “Taste me?”

  He only smiled and lifted her legs to hook her knees over his shoulders. She craned her neck to see better.

  His mouth was hot and moist on her pussy. With a moan she fell back to her elbows, letting her head drop back.

  His tongue slid into her, thrusting, before withdrawing to circle lazily around her clit. Ilyna balled the bedspread in her fists and tried not to scream in pleasure. Every single nerve ending in her body was centered on that small nub. Her flesh tingled, and an ache at the small of her back demanded release.

  Bryan covered her pussy with his mouth and sucked. First gently, then with more pressure. She let go of the blanket and pushed her fingers into his hair, trying to press his mouth against her.

  Bryan lifted his face to look at her. “Like that, sweetheart?”

  She tried to speak, then gave up and simply nodded. He feasted on her body like a starving man, and soon Ilyna couldn’t even think. She could only arch her back and moan as the orgasm took her like she’d never been taken before.

  Bryan made her come twice before he grasped her wrists and pulled her to a sitting position. He kissed her, and Ilyna tasted her own juices on his lips. His tongue slid over hers and he nipped not-so-gently at her bottom lip.

  He tucked his arms under her knees and drew her to the edge of the bed, exposing her glistening pussy. She felt vulnerable, but his gaze was hot and she didn’t feel any shame.

  When the thick head of his cock finally breached her soft opening, Ilyna almost wept for joy. His erection was as hard and filling as she’d expected, but the heat was a pleasant surprise. For the first time in her life, she was being fucked by a live man, and she knew then she’d ruined herself. Rubber just wasn’t going to cut it anymore.

  He held back as she stretched to accommodate him, but soon his cock was buried to the hilt, and Ilyna rocked her pelvis. His balls slapped against her ass and she moaned.

  “Oh yes,” she whispered.

  Bryan pulled out—all the way—and then plunged back into her. She came again, her fingernails raking the backs of her own thighs as he pinned her legs to his chest with strong arms. Her hips bucked and she thrashed her head as the muscles in her body spasmed with pleasure.

  She’d barely caught her breath when Bryan slipped out of her body and rolled her over. With her feet on the floor she bent over the bed, still panting.

  “I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” he said, easing his dick back into her pussy, “but you are beautiful as hell when you come, sweetheart.”

  With this new angle, Ilyna felt the pressure of his erection even deeper—a feeling that bordered on pain, until the pleasure obliterated it. He pressed down on the small of her back with one hand, while the other reached between her legs to massage her clit. She sobbed, feeling the intensity of her impending orgasm build. Instinctively she reached back with her right hand and cupped his balls, rolling the taut sac in her hand.

  “Fuck me…faster,” Ilyna moaned, and Bryan complied, pounding into her until she let go of his scrotum and once again balled the bedspread in her fists.

  His fingers left her clit and he grabbed hold of her hips with both hands, pumping his cock into her faster and faster until she screamed into the mattress, her body quaking with the release. Bryan shouted, a low, guttural sound, and his movements slowed, became erratic as he poured himself into her.

  When she had caught her breath and could speak again, Ilyna said, “That was incredible. I never dreamed it could be like that.”

  Bryan flopped down on the mattress and pulled her up against his side. “That was incredible. Give me a few minutes and we’ll do it again.”

  Ilyna smiled. Who knew electricians could be so handy?

  * * * * *

  Bryan jerked awake when the warm, soft body next to him suddenly scrambled out of bed as if the blankets were on fire. He blinked, watching her pace in panicked circles until she stopped, throwing her hands up in the air.

  “I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” she said, sounding on the verge of tears.

  Oh shit, she’s married, he thought, ignoring the unexpected pang of regret that caused. “It’s pretty common after multiple orgasms, sweetheart.”

  “Why didn’t you tell me that?” Her voice trembled and Bryan wondered exactly how angry somebody was going to be that Ilyna wasn’t in her room. He wasn’t going to let anybody put their hands on her in anger.

  “I didn’t know you had a curfew. It’s still early. Maybe you can tiptoe in without being seen.”

  She shook her head, staring down at the carpet. “I was supposed to meet Minister Jerrod at six this morning to prepare for our breakfast with the president.”

  “The president? President Fletcher?” Bryan’s mind blanked for a second, and then the pieces fell into place. “Jerrod…oh shit. You’re the freakin’ ambassador from that planet.”

  “Acela.”

  Bryan sat on the bed next to her and put his head in his hands. “This is bad.” />
  “Yes, it is.”

  “We’re not even supposed to shake hands with you, never mind bend you over the damn bed.”

  “No, you’re not. Although I did enjoy that very much, and if more people did that, there would be much less conflict in the universe.”

  “There has to be some way to keep people from knowing.”

  Ilyna shook her head again, a slow, mournful movement. “Minister Jerrod already knows I was out during the night. He’ll screen me and know that I’ve been contaminated.”

  “Contaminated?” Bryan stood and started pacing. “Contaminated by me?”

  “No!” she stood and threw herself into his arms, and he couldn’t help wrapping them around her and pulling her close. She was shaking so hard he was surprised her teeth weren’t rattling. “I didn’t mean that, Bryan. It’s just a phrase our scientists use. When you live in an artificial habitat you’re very careful about the foreign particles and germs you allow in.”

  He pressed a kiss to her hair. “What will they do to you if they find out? They won’t kill you, will they? Stone you to death in the town square or something?”

  “That would be barbaric.”

  “Okay. So what are the consequences for fucking a guy from the wrong side of the portal?”

  “They will mutilate my face and genitalia to prevent further transgressions. Then I will serve in some domestic capacity.”

  “What?” Bryan’s gut twisted at the idea of some bastard mutilating any part of her beautiful body. “And that’s not barbaric?”

  “Is it not better to live as an ugly slave than to be dead?”

  “I don’t know. Why the hell would you do it, Ilyna? Why would you sneak out and come to me, knowing the consequences?”

  “Because of the modifications done to my genetic material, I am forbidden to mate, to procreate.”

  “Forbidden to mate? You mean like…ever?”

  “On Acela, only wedded mates may have sexual relations—digitally, of course. As ambassador, I’m forbidden to wed. Although, since you and I have had sexual relations, that makes you my husband.”

  He almost choked on his tongue. How the hell had he gone from a one-night stand with a beautiful woman to having a renegade alien ambassador for a wife? Forget the guys never letting him live this down. They were never going to believe him in the first place.

  “I was destined to find my pleasure with plastic and wires and digital partners.” She grasped his hand, pressing her palm to his. “But with you, I’m truly alive. Your body generates this incredible heat and warms my own. Your breath is so warm, but when you blow across my damp flesh it’s cool. I love the roughness of your hands and the smooth silkiness of your tongue. I love the feel of you. Your scent. Your taste.”

  “My taste is not worth your being a slave, sweetheart.”

  “I was already a slave, Bryan. My body has belonged to them since my conception. I have no freedom. Only the illusion of it.”

  He stood for a moment, simply holding her and considering the situation. She wasn’t simply a missing person. She was a creation in which the Acelan government had no doubt invested a great deal of time and money. They weren’t going to simply shrug their collective shoulders and head back to their home planet to grow themselves another ambassador. And if it meant averting an intergalactic crisis, his own government wouldn’t be shrugging their own collective shoulders, either.

  “They’re going to connect you to me, Ilyna. And when they do they’ll probably arrive with a substantial amount of muscle and firepower.”

  “How can they know I’m with you?”

  “Did you call from your suite?”

  A victorious smile lit up her face. “No. I called from a public booth. You see?”

  “How did you get my number?”

  “From the electronic telefile in…” she paused, the light fading from her eyes. “It was in my suite. Will it remember which files I called for?”

  Bryan nodded, feeling sick to his stomach. He barely spared a thought to whether or not there would be consequences for him. It was just unfathomable to him that this sweet, gorgeous woman had to risk her well-being to get the physical affection she had so obviously been starving for.

  “Oh, and I used my debit card. How could I be so stupid? They will definitely find us here. I’d never considered running away, but…why not? Do you know anybody who could take us in? Friends? Family?”

  “No.”

  She arched one of those exquisite brows at him and he knew she didn’t believe him. “Okay, I have one brother. His name is Dane. He’s four years older, and we’re not going to him.”

  “Oh. Okay.”

  Bryan had enough experience with women to know what kind of thoughts were flying around behind those puppy dog eyes. Thoughts about her not being good enough to meet his family. About his being embarrassed by her. Or that she wasn’t important enough to merit putting his brother at risk.

  “Look,” he said softly, trying to get his brain to consider his words before his mouth engaged. “Dane isn’t a very nice guy. And I don’t think an…adult entertainment complex is a good place to take you.”

  That got her attention. “A sex club? Your brother owns a real licensed sex club?”

  “Forget it.” Bryan scrubbed his face with his hands, wishing he could simply wipe the mention of Dane from her memory. “What the hell do you know about sex clubs, anyway?”

  “I know that in 2119 your government realized that prostitution, underage slavery, sexually transmitted diseases and sex crimes were escalating to epidemic proportions. After eight years of studies and debates, they legalized the ownership of licensed and strictly regulated adult entertainment complexes. The first five years of operation saw an almost seventy percent drop in those same problem areas. From then on, the sex clubs have been not only legal, but encouraged and mainstreamed.”

  Bryan held up a hand to stem her little history lesson. “It was a rhetorical question, sweetheart.”

  Her face was awash with enthusiasm for her subject. Why the hell hadn’t she landed on Dane’s doorstep? His horny resident alien and his jaded older brother would no doubt be a perfect match.

  An ancient, acute case of sibling envy punched him in the gut. Dane always got the girls. He had the best wheels, the hottest babes and the most insanely jealous little brother on the planet.

  But Dane wasn’t an electrician and because of some stupid porn video, that’s what Ilyna had gone looking for. Lucky Bryan.

  “You look angry,” she said quietly. “But it would be an excellent temporary solution to our situation. They would never believe I would take refuge in a place like that. And the clubs have so many safeguards for their patrons’ privacy.”

  It was a losing battle, but he couldn’t sound the retreat quite yet. The idea of setting Ilyna loose in a place like Ris-K made his palms sweat. And not in a good way. “If you’re in trouble for having sex with a human, the solution is not to go hang out in a sex club full of them. And I don’t know if this has occurred to you, but you’ve brought me into this situation. Now you’re asking me to drag my brother into aiding and abetting in the hiding of an intergalactic ambassador to Earth.”

  Her mouth made a little O, and then her face changed. Ilyna’s back straightened and her chin lifted. A polite half-smile curved her lips as she stepped away from him. “Of course. How selfish of me. If you would be so kind as to dial the hotel, I will have Minister Jerrod send a car for me.”

  Bryan blinked at the woman before him. Gone was his horny little alien. There was no trace of the woman who’d screamed his name into his pillow last night. Now here, even with bedhead and her life in shambles, was Ambassador Ilyna—a woman known the universe over for her ability to negotiate with the most powerful men in the galaxy, to bring even the most fierce warrior planets to use the proper fork at the President’s table.

  It broke his heart. No woman should have a life that enabled her to instantly and thoroughly be somebody she wasn
’t. “I’ll call Dane. Since we’re up to no good, he’ll probably welcome us with open arms. He gets off on this kind of shit.”

  * * * * *

  A sleek, black luxury hydrocar purred to a stop in front of Bryan’s house an hour later, and Ilyna suppressed a shiver of excitement. Yesterday she’d despaired for her future, and now today Bryan Cameron was taking her to Ris-K—a real, live Earth sex club.

  She was peeking through the blinds when a man got out of the passenger side of the car and walked with long, unhurried strides toward the house. He looked a little like Bryan, but he was darker and rougher and maybe just a little dangerous. She jumped back when he looked straight at her, but he’d made eye contact.