by Lisa Lace
“Oh.” Priscilla’s eyes went round. Her shiny lips parted, closed, and then parted again before settling on a relieved smile. “That was easy. I usually have to spend another ten to fifteen minutes standing my ground. Usually the guy loses interest and moves on to the next girl.”
“You said you don’t drink. That wasn’t difficult for me to understand. But then again, with men like that, you might find it easier to understand where your father’s coming from.”
“I guess.” Priscilla sighed, frowning. “But I can’t be his little girl forever. I can take care of myself.”
“I never doubted that. Make yourself heard, then. Your father might surprise you.” I hooked my thumbs into my pockets. “What did he say about you coming out here tonight?”
“He doesn’t know that I’m here.” Batting her thick eyelashes, she ran her fingers lightly along my arm. “You won’t tell him, will you?”
“Nay,” I wagged my head. “If it’s none of my business, I have no reason to intervene.”
“Good. That’s what I was hoping to hear.”
I pushed back my shoulders, extending our eye contact. All I could see were flashes of her soft brown eyes under the flickering blue and violet lights. I centralized my thoughts, repelling all the distractions of our dissonant surroundings. Slowly, the thudding music and jubilant sounds dwindled into silence.
Pa would kill me...Tonight...No more waiting...It’s now or never...
I dropped my gaze. My crotch was tightening at the thought of a forbidden fuck. Hearing Priscilla’s fear of her father’s disapproval only sweetened the pot. In hindsight, I could have guessed her intentions, but it was always safer to ensure the woman was interested. At times, it proved to be an efficient time saver.
I pushed her hair over her shoulder, speaking directly into her ear. “Why don’t we continue this conversation somewhere a little more private?”
Priscilla looped two fingers around my hand, her smile broadening. “It’s like you read my mind.”
She led me past the bar and up a curved staircase. With the blue LED light strips on each step guiding our path, we pushed past one faceless body after another until we reached a landing. The two men clearing the bathroom didn’t seem concerned with Priscilla’s presence. They stepped aside, let us through, and went on their way.
We slunk into the last stall.
Priscilla flattened herself against the door, mussing her hair as she flicked the hook of the door latch. I lifted her off the ground and thrust her up against the wall, mashing our lips together. The taste of her fruity lips rubbed off on my tongue. Her makeup smeared all over my face and my chin. Intrigued by her enthusiasm, my cock hardened against her thigh.
She breathed into the kiss, moaning loudly into my mouth. Her impatient hands went straight for my belt and zipper. I let her wrap her fingers around me, grazing my fingertips against the small of her back encouragingly.
She yanked her lips off me and pulled away, tugging down my trousers. Gasping, she reached for me with both hands and started me off with voracious, hard-gripping strokes. Her yearning eyes were focused on my cock, widening to twice their normal size.
My fingers raced up her soft stomach, sliding into one side of her scarf top. Her voluptuous breast fit snugly into my palm, and her thick nipple swelled under my touch. I tended to the swollen globe, each squeeze measured by her breathless, gentle squeals.
Priscilla lowered her mouth over my cock, her tongue eagerly licking my shaft. I couldn’t take the wait. I slid my hands under her skirt, hefting her off the ground.
Her delighted giggles echoed throughout the bathroom. Priscilla fastened her legs around me, locking her ankles. I hiked up her skirt and dipped my hand between her legs. Detecting the unmistakable damp spot on the narrow crotch of her thong, I grinned, feeling an extra surge of blood rising in my cock. She stretched out her arms and gripped the top of the wall behind her. I laid one hand on top of hers and pushed her panties aside, watching her contorting mouth as I thrust into her sopping wet sex.
I slipped right into her, toes curling as I felt her tight walls clenching around me. Once again, Priscilla’s cries rang out uninhibited through the tile walls, paying no attention to the squeaking footsteps outside the stall. She bounced up and down on my throbbing cock, her back banging noisily against the wall.
I adjusted my legs, steadying her with one hand and searching between her legs with the other. When my thumb brushed past her soft, orange-red hair and touched down on the button above her pussy, she yelped, swinging back her head. The weight of her burgeoning chest jiggling freely against me prompted me to rub harder, bringing her to completion.
As a shrill, drawn-out moan came out of Priscilla’s gaping mouth, an angry fist started pounding on the door. Startled, she released her fingers from the top of the wall and clung to my neck. She looked conflicted, torn between shock and the pleasure from my dick still jammed inside of her.
“The party’s over, guys. Get the hell out of there,” a deep voice boomed from the other side of the door. Black leather boots were visible from under the wall. He knocked again, the door of the hinges rattling. “What are you, animals? Go fuck in Motel Mojo down the street!”
“Sorry, sir!” Priscilla was visibly flustered. She attempted to smooth out her hair and dress, wiping makeup off her cheeks and chin. “We’ll be out in a minute!”
I quickly pulled up my pants. As Priscilla dug into her purse and checked her phone next to me, the color drained from her face. She slapped her forehead, groaning. “Oh, no. I’ve got a bunch of missed calls from Pa. I have to go, I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine. Go ahead.”
Priscilla unlocked the latch and burst through the door, running straight into the doorman’s chest. “I’m sorry!” She apologized with a sheepish smile. Backing away from him, she raced away, heels clacking loudly against the floor tiles.
“How goes it...” I peered at the name tag pinned to the man’s chest. “Joe? Having a good night?”
The bouncer grunted wordlessly and folded his arms over his barrel chest.
“Take it easy, brother.”
I headed out of the bathroom and proceeded toward the railing overlooking the first floor of the club. With the exception of Zyrene, who was still working the pole, most of the Keepers had vacated the dance floor. The others had taken up residence at the bar. They threw back bits of colorful liquor from absurdly small glasses as the hooting bar crowd encouraged them.
I shook my head as my eyes swept the crowded room and landed on the bejeweled dragon buckle on Jethro’s belt. The eyesore was so garish that it was practically a tracking device by itself. He loitered in a corner next to the coat-check station, holding his communicator.
Spinning around from the railing, I started walking toward the staircase, but something to my left caught my eye and slowed me down.
Four men in black suits stood guard outside a private booth, their eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Behind the velvet rope, Indira straddled a random human male against the animal-print couch. They slobbered all over each other, thrusting their tongues into each other’s mouths. Making a face, I averted my eyes from the nauseating scene just as Indira’s head began heading south.
By the time I reached the ground floor, Jethro was halfway out the back exit. I caught up with him behind the alley of the club. The Prince sat on one of the front steps of the blacked-out storefront, in the middle of a call.
His communicator lay flat on his palm. A full-color hologram of Princess Tazmin’s head hovered over the disc-shaped device. The back of her head was easily distinguishable from the purple kivi stones weaved into her long, elaborate braids.
“Come out with it already. What news do you bring me, Tazmin?” Jethro noticed my presence and looked at me questioningly.
“Sorry.” I nodded, turning back towards the door of the exit. “I’ll come back later.”
“Wait. Do I hear Cas?”
“Aye, it’s me.” I w
alked over to Jethro’s side and bowed to the princess. “Hadda golum.”
“Hadda golum, Cas.” The joy emanating from her large, protruding hazel eyes illuminated her striking features. “Away with the formalities, old friend. As I was telling Jethro, I bring news, and I would be honored for you to hear it, too.”
“Of course. What is it?”
“Father has set the date for my coronation. I was as surprised as you must be. I have been pinching myself all morning!”
Jethro stiffened, a stunned look crossing his face.
“The court has set the date for three weeks from today, but don’t worry. I will make sure to postpone it until you return. After all, it would be unthinkable to have a coronation without my dear brother.”
I felt like I had to say something and break the silence. “Congratulations.”
“Jethro, you’re awfully quiet.” Her smile faltered. “Is something the matter?”
“I have to be somewhere.”
“Now? Hold on a second, Jethro.”
Jethro lifted himself off the ground and hurled the communicator against the brick wall. The device hit with a mighty blow, splitting into pieces before it even hit the dirt. Cursing under his breath, he leaped onto the debris, crushing gravel under his heel as his squared shoulders started heaving.
I didn’t dare approach, making sure to give him space as he stormed down the alley and disappeared around the corner.
Chapter Seven
MICHELLE
I brushed my damp hair with my mother’s silver comb, gazing back at my reflection in the vanity mirror. As the comb’s teeth untangled the knots in my hair, beads of water dripped from the ends and seeped into the towel wrapped around my chest. The burning pillar candles on my vanity dresser filled the room with soft light, my expressionless face bathed in the golden glow. In the corner of my reflection, the mauve curtains danced from the wind rustling in through the open windows.
The tranquility of the room forced me to lose myself in my thoughts. Putting away the comb, I stretched my leg out against the vanity stool and reached for the lotion bottle on my makeup tray. I squirted a glob of the pale yellow liquid onto my palm, rubbing the coconut-scented lotion onto freshly shaved legs. As my fingers glided over smooth skin, an old jazzy ballad from the record player next door drifted in through the window.
“Like a moth to a flame, I can’t stay away, I can’t stay away...”
“Damn it.”
The lotion bottle slipped out of my slick fingertips and rolled under the bed. I started to retrieve it, but when a silhouette stepped out from the shadows, I skidded to a halt.
“Who’s there?” I choked out. The silhouette bent over before straightening up, approaching me with an outstretched arm. “Oh. It’s you.”
It was the Keeper from TerraMates. He walked over and picked up the bottle. The rest of the room blurred out into the background. All I could see was the dark, hypnotic green of his eyes. Slowly, I lowered my gaze to the runaway lotion bottle on his palm. It looked small in his huge hand. Even from a distance, I realized years of training and combat had made his long, square fingers rough.
“You seem to have dropped something.”
I ran my tongue along the back of my teeth, hesitating before I accepted the bottle from him. “What are you doing here?” I put the lotion back on the dresser and clutched my towel defensively. “How did you even get in here?”
“It’s okay. I’m not here to hurt you.”
He lowered his hood and took another step toward me. I sprang backward, the round knobs on my dresser pushing against my lower back. My heart pounded against the walls of my chest and grew more erratic with each beat.
Suddenly, the distant croons from the record player next door fell silent. The Keeper held the sides of my face, pressing the tip of his nose against me. My hunched shoulders softened back into a natural position.
“What are you doing?” I asked him, my lips quivering.
When his lips touched mine, all feeling rushed out of my legs. I kissed him back slowly, my palms growing slippery as the coarse bristles of his stubble tickled my chin. He undid the knot of my towel with one hand and ripped it off me.
Goosebumps sprouted all over my naked body. I gripped the edge of the vanity dresser, pushing out my tender breasts. My nipples swelled, tingling from the cold draft blowing past me.
He pushed my breasts together, drawing the sharp point of his tongue across my cleavage. Feeling the lips of my crevice moistening, I grabbed my mound and shoved my nipple into his mouth. His lips fastened around my nipple instantly, keeping it hostage as he slapped it around with his tongue.
The Keeper studied my mouth and the creases coming and going on my forehead. As he continued to worship my breast, torturing my nipple with his teeth, the fingers of his free hand walked up my inner thigh. I shuddered, spreading open the lips between my legs. He rubbed his fingertips across my wet slit. Once my liquid lubricated his fingers, two of them disappeared inside me.
As he fucked me with his thick fingers and probed at my clit, I had to fight to keep my eyes open. I held onto the back of his shoulder for support, his hood crumpling in my fist. He was pumping his fingers in and out of me with so much fierce passion that I could hear just how I wet I was. Finally, he freed the sore nipple on my left breast and turned his attention to the other. I could feel my knees buckling, the tides of my approaching release coming in numb waves through my legs.
Right before the tide could reach its peak, I pushed him off me. I sat him down on the edge of the bed, pulling the top of his uniform over his head. He made my desperate need to access him easier by pulling down his slacks. My fingers coiled around his raging stiffness, feeling every inch of his thick, veined instrument in my hands. I wasn’t about to let myself cum just yet – I needed to feel him inside of me. I needed to cream all over this cock.
I climbed on top of him and pushed him down on the bed. My power over the warrior almost twice my size kindled my carnal determination. I dominated him, guiding his length between my legs and past my longing lips.
The initial burst of pain from him stretching me out quickly subsided. I rocked my hips back and forth, riding his pole. His husky groans mingled with the soft squelches of my throbbing pussy. I looked down at him, enjoying the view of the alien’s sweaty, clenching muscles. The candlelight caught every chiseled line of his masculine torso. I clawed at his hard stomach and violated my clit at the same time, breasts swaying with every bounce.
Slowly but surely, an uncontrollable shiver took over my body, preparing me for inevitable release.
I woke up with a start. As I withdrew the tip of my finger from my tender folds, my ears started buzzing. I yanked my hand out from between my legs and clamped my thighs shut. It was only when I regained control of my breathing that I felt the dent in the mattress next to me. As I groped the familiar form of the sinewy arm, a pang of guilt forced me wide awake.
Tate was sound asleep. All I could see was his back as his sleeping body rose and fell. He looked peaceful when he was asleep. I clenched my thighs tighter together, sinking deeper into the mattress. The crotch of my panties was sticking to my body.
I peeked at the clock on the nightstand. 2:46. The bright red digits were the only source of light in the inky black room.
I had no idea what that dream meant. It was the most explicitly sexual dream I had ever had. And one thing was for sure – I had never, in all my life, dreamed about an alien fucking me.
It might have had something to do with my visit to TerraMates a few days ago. Realistically speaking, it probably would be best for me to forget about the alien. Poor judgment had led to a moment of weakness, but I hadn’t indulged and managed to stop before anything happened.
And what was the big deal about that alien, anyway? It wasn’t like every sex dream I had revolved around Tate, just as I was certain I wasn’t the co-star of all his fantasies. Thinking about other people was completely normal. Besides, it wasn’t a
s if I was ever going to see the Keeper again. I didn’t even know his name.
Now that I was wide awake, I sat up on the bed and rose to my feet. The floorboards creaked under my gentle footsteps, but Tate’s snores continued unabated. I crept into the closet, threw on some clean clothes and underwear, and grabbed my things. Grabbing my car keys, I planted a quick kiss on Tate’s forehead and slipped out the door. I needed a change of scenery.
I parked my black jeep a few feet away from the diner and hopped out of the car. As expected at this hour, the parking lot was nearly empty, housing only a few eighteen-wheelers and shabby vehicles. The late evening sky above me looked gray, with a smattering of stars hidden behind thick clouds. Most of the bulbs on the lamp posts were broken, leaving only the neon diner sign to guide my way.
I crossed the parking lot to enter the twenty-four-hour diner, taking my usual spot on the right end of the U-shaped counter.
“How are you, my little night owl? Are you having trouble sleeping again?” The chubby diner waitress inched towards me, greeting me with a menu and a friendly smile.
“Hi, Dianne. Yup, you guessed it.” I held up a hand. “Actually, I don’t think I’m going to be needing a menu.”
“Chocolate chip waffles with extra whipped cream and syrup?”
“You know me so well.” I beamed. “Yes, please.”
“I’ll go ahead and bring you some warm milk, too.”
“That sounds great. Thank you.”
While Dianne put in my order, I took out my phone and browsed through my inbox. My appetite started increasing from the smell of frying bacon and percolating coffee. In the middle of replying to a work email, one of the customers from the booth behind me walked up to the counter.
“Excuse me, miss? Can we get another round of coffee over here?”
“All right, sweetie,” Dianne called out by the kitchen window. “Coming right up.”
My ears perked up at the assertive, gravelly voice. I set my phone down, my head slowly pivoting to my left. For the briefest of moments, I could have sworn I hadn’t woken up yet.
