by Amber Stuart
“I do,” he pants his eyes opening and staring into mine.
I lose myself in the deep blue pools of his eyes. His words don’t matter, all that matters is this feeling, this need that I feel in him as much as I feel it in me.
“Take me,” I lean in close and whisper it.
Doubt shadows his eyes and for a moment I think he’ll resist. I can see he wants to deny it. Whoever ‘she’ is it’s a strong pull for him. I kiss him, pressing my lips against his. It’s a simple motion. An expression of desire but also I want him to understand that I get it. I shouldn’t be doing this either. It’s wrong but damn if it’s not also so right too. I don’t care about the contradictions.
My kiss makes his decision. His hands hook under my ass and then he lifts me like I weigh nothing at all. He moves through my apartment instinctively. There are only three actual rooms so he heads for the nearest door and carries me into my bedroom. We kiss as we walk. Our tongues are locked into a dance that I don’t want to ever end. The door swings back after he knocks it open and one handed he stops it from hitting me. Surprise makes me break the kiss as I realize he’s holding me up with one hand.
Oh wow, this man is strong! Need floods away surprise and he doesn’t pause as he carries me to the bed. He lays me down with a surprising gentleness. He towers over me standing by the edge of my bed as he looks down and his eyes are filled with lust and desire. He undoes his shirt and I follow his hands with extreme interest wanting to see the sculpted flesh of his body but instead it reveals some kind of form fitting suit underneath. Disappointment is short lived as he grabs a zipper at his neck and pulls it down. As the suit parts his incredibly muscled chest is revealed and my mouth waters. I want to trace the lines of those overly defined muscles with my tongue.
I start undoing my blouse and my skin burns hot as his eyes watch with extreme interest. Self-doubt hits me like a cold splash of water but the cold burns away in the heat of desire. He’s undoing his pants as I rise up on my elbows and reach behind to free my large breasts from the confining bra. As they break free and fall to their normal places his mouth drops open and he licks his lips.
“Beautiful,” he says. “You’re so much like her…”
Okay not the sexiest thing to say in the heat of the moment but oddly it doesn’t bother me. If anything it makes me feel more comfortable. His pants drop and reveal that the suit he unzipped to his waist is a full body affair. He grabs the zipper and pulls down and now my mouth really is watering and my eyes widen as his cock springs free from its cage.
I’ve never in my life, not even in porn, seen a cock so big. My immediate fear is if I can accommodate so much girth inside myself. This is followed by how great it will feel and how it has to fill the void inside me. He bends to finish sliding the suit off and I take the moment to remove my pants.
I can’t wait any longer so I sit up then lean into him grasping his massive shaft in my hand which I can barely get a good grip on. I stroke it a couple of times then lean in further. Opening my mouth as wide as I can the swollen head of his dick slides into my mouth and he moans as I bathe it with my tongue. Ecstasy races from the hard nub of my core to my head. He tastes even better than I had imagined. I slide down on his thick cock taking him as deep as I can until I’m forced to breathe through my nose. I hold it with one hand stroking and with my free hand I reach down and rub my clit.
He puts his hands on my shoulders and where his fingers touch my bare skin electric sparks ignite my nerves. I move up and down the shaft and he lets me remain in control. His dick swells in my mouth as I move swirling my tongue around as I go. He moans over and over and then the first drops of his cum leak into my mouth. I swallow them eagerly. He has a taste I’ve never experienced before. It’s amazing, wonderful, and I’m gripped by a desire for more. It’s almost like strong alcohol, I can feel it going down my throat and then it lands in my stomach in a warm ball.
His fingers spasm on my back as his moans grow louder and I know he’s getting close. I want him to finish so much I start sucking as I pull back creating a vacuum with my mouth. His hips rock back and forth in time with my motion. I rub my clit faster in time with my stroking of his dick. His cock swells to the point my hand will no longer close around it. My mouth is stretched to its limits. I won’t be able to continue if he gets any bigger!
“Uhhhh,” he moans then his dick spasms in my mouth and his load is shooting down my throat.
The warmth of his initial offerings doesn’t compare to the full load. It fills my stomach with a sense of fullness and well being that I’ve never experienced. It’s better than any drink I’ve ever had. I feel renewed, amazing, refreshed in a way that doesn’t seem possible. Slowly I slide off his shaft being careful of his sensitive head as I take his cock out of my mouth. I look up at him and meet his smile. His eyes are half-lidded but what I can see of them they look glazed over and satisfied. I stroke his softening cock in my grip and continue working my clit. His eyes open then they’re clearing as he looks down.
“Allow me,” he says hooking his hands under my arms.
Then he lifts me up as if I weigh nothing and flips me over onto my back. Our time together isn’t over yet. A smile threatens to split my face in half. He lowers himself between my legs and his hot breath blows across my thighs. His tongue licks its way up the inside of my leg and I can feel my outer lips quivering in anticipation of his attention but he passes over them without giving them a moment’s notice. Instead he works his way back down the inside of the other leg, tracing designs with his tongue. As he does his right hand moves to my mound and softly rubs the protective layers over my clit without penetrating to it. His rubbing creates a pleasing pressure on my swollen need that makes my desire stronger.
It serves him well as my need and desire builds to an even greater intensity than I’ve ever experienced. Not even pleasuring myself has never felt this good. I moan and my eyes roll back in my head. His tongue closes with my mound again and I moan my need while bucking my hips hoping to lure him in. I’m rewarded as his hot, wet tongue passes from the bottom of my lips to the top. His tongue digs through my folds and finds its way expertly to my clit. Wet and warm it circles my tight nub and waves of pleasure pass from my core through my entire body. A shudder runs up and down my spine causing my hips to buck which feels so good I grab his luxurious hair and pull him against my center. He responds by licking faster, his tongue flattening out to press hard against my clit while spreading my lips.
He moves his head up and down and I go wild. The pleasure sensations overload my mind. Stars dance in my vision as I feel my muscles spasming out of control. My world is rocked from my core out to the tips of my fingers. My toes curl up and I’m holding him tight against me as the waves of it continue to pass through me over and over. My back arches up and every muscle locks in place holding me there as I fall over the edge with an intensity that consumes me completely. Then at long last I collapse back onto the bed breathing in ragged gasps.
CHAPTER FIVE
Slowly my toes unclench as he climbs up next to me on the bed. I laugh and we kiss.
“I don’t even know your name,” I say.
“Vintares,” he says. “Yours?”
“Abby,” I reply. “So…”
Vintares? What kind of name is that? And now that awkward moment when you realize you just banged some guy and you don’t even know his name, I think.
“Uh-hum, yes,” he says, rising off the bed and starting to put on his suit. I watch him with more than passing interest. The way his muscles ripple as he bends and straightens is fascinating. The suit is as well. It’s almost like a diver’s suit, form fitting and tight. His right leg has a massive, black bruise along the side. Noticing this I sit straight up and lean in closer.
“Oh my god did I do that to you!” I exclaim.
He pauses and looks over at his leg then shrugs.
“It’s mostly healed,” he says.
“How can
it be mostly healed? How can you even be walking on that, it looks awful,” I say climbing off the bed. “Here, sit down and let me get some ice for that.”
“Abby, it’s fine,” he says but lets me turn him and sit him on the bed.
I grab my robe and throw it on as I go back to the kitchen. I dig out some ice and wrap it in a towel then carry it back to him. I pause in the door and look at him completely smitten by how incredibly gorgeous he is. The sculpt of his chest muscles dives down to those overly defined, perfectly crafted abs and that amazing package. I shake my head to clear it of carnal thoughts then kneel in front of him with the ice pack. He places his hand over mine and I look up into his eyes.
“This will help,” I say, my throat tight with too many emotions to catalog.
I’ve never done something like this before. I’m not a one night stand girl, that’s just not me. I’ve never in my life been so overwhelmed by a need for someone like I am for this man. The warmth of his hand on mine is calming. The glow is still in my belly and spreads through my limbs like tendrils of light stretching out and warming everywhere they reach. I feel tingly and warm all over.
“Thank you,” he says. “I’ve not… I’ve never done anything like this. I’m afraid I do not know the protocol.”
“The protocol? Seriously?” I laugh and he looks embarrassed. Is he serious? “I’ve never done anything like this either. I’m not sure I know the ‘protocol’ either.”
“Ah,” he says.
My hand grazes the suit he’s pulled part way up his legs and that touch pulls my attention to it. It doesn’t feel like any cloth I’ve ever touched. It’s almost like leather but not. I pinch the fabric between my fingers and feel it. It’s not thick and is very supple but I can’t figure out what it’s made from. He sees what I’m doing but doesn’t say anything. He leans back onto his elbows and I adjust my hand on the ice pack.
“You remind me of someone,” he says at last.
“Oh yeah?” I ask.
“Yes, but that cannot be. She has been gone for a very long time.”
“How long?” I ask.
It can’t be that long. He can’t be much older than me and I’m in my twenties. He smiles and in that smile I can read more than a million words could ever say. Whoever she was, he loved her deeply. He sighs and shakes his head.
“A very long time,” he says. “It’s just uncanny how much you resemble her.”
“Did she hit you with a car too?” I quip.
“No, a ray gun,” he says smiling.
“Huh?”
Something bangs outside my bedroom window and he leaps into motion. He moves too fast and too graceful for a man as big as he is. As he runs to the window he must somehow pull the suit up but it looks like it rises up his body on its own. It must be a trick of the light or an optical illusion.
“It’s probably just a ca-” I start to say but cut off mid-sentence when I see a shadowy figure appear for an instant in the window then disappear.
“Damn it,” he says moving to one side and pressing himself against the wall. “Get down.”
He hisses the order at me while raising his right arm in front of his face and saying something into it. I have no idea what’s going on. My heart is pounding in my ears so loud I can’t think clearly. I drop the rest of the way down to the floor and only then do I wonder what I’m doing? Is this some sick game?
“Look,” I say starting to rise up off the floor but he looks at me and motions me to stay down.
I wouldn’t normally just obey but as he glances my way and motions, something outside the window moves. My heart leaps into my throat as I’m sure I see a man. The figure outside the window is cloaked in shadows concealing any details of appearance but it looks side to side then disappears again. My throat closes tight and my limbs shake as I realize that the feeling of being watched earlier was real. Vintares edges to the window then carefully peeks out the corner.
Cold chills run across me. The feeling of being watched returns stronger than ever, maybe because I just saw someone actually watching but it’s somehow more than that. Fear makes a hard, cold knot in my guts as I lie on the floor. I’m paralyzed and uncertain what to do. Glancing around the room I spot my phone half out of my pants pocket on the floor.
Police! I think.
I inch my way across the floor doing my best to not make any noise. I stretch my arm out until I’m touching the edge of the phone. I slide it across the carpet to me and hit the power button. A flashing red battery sign appears on the screen.
Damn it!
Vintares looks over at me then back at the window. After a brief pause he steps away from the wall and then looks out. He checks both ways carefully before turning around.
“It’s clear,” he says. “You should get dressed.”
CHAPTER SIX
“What in the hell is going on?” I ask Vintares as I pull my shirt over my head.
He hasn’t stopped pacing the room and is constantly checking the window before tapping on the arm of his suit then resuming pacing. He frowns and looks at me and shakes his head.
“Who are you?” he asks sighing.
“I’ve told you who I am,” I snap. “Now tell me what in the hell is going on?”
He stares at me for a long time. The silence stretches out between us until I’m completely uncomfortable. His jaw tightens and relaxes, tightens and relaxes, then at last his perfect, entirely too sexy lips part and he speaks.
“You remind me of someone,” he says at last.
“So you’ve said, more than once, but I don’t see what that has to do with some perv peeking in my window. You seem to know what’s going on. Now I want you to tell me before I call the police.”
“They wouldn’t be of any assistance,” he says cryptically. “And it has everything to do with it. Or maybe it’s nothing. No, it can’t be nothing. The odds are seven billion point two hundred forty five against it,” he says shaking his head.
“Look Vintares-”
“Vin,” he interrupts.
“What?”
“Call me Vin,” he says absently.
“Okay, Vin, I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about. Not a single flipping clue. And you know what, I don’t care. This was nice and I had a really good time but I think it’s time you head on your way. Thanks for getting me home, sorry I hit you, and yeah, have a nice life.”
I stand up and start towards the apartment door. I’m not surprised at all when I turn around and he’s still standing there tapping at his arm with one massive finger.
“Do you have any protein?” he asks.
“Protein?” I ask stupidly.
Why did I expect this to be easy? I’m a fool. This is why I don’t do one night stands.
“Yes, it should be found in…” he pauses tapping at his arm again. “Meat, eggs, or possibly in something called, whey?”
“I know what protein is!” I yell.
He looks up surprised and I swear to god he looks hurt. Hurt! In my house after all this weirdness he has the utter gall to look shocked that I yelled at him.
“I’m sorry, I’m not familiar with the protocols. Have I done something incorrect?”
“Are you like an illegal alien or something?” I ask one hand on a hip.
God I feel like my mother. His eyes widen and he frowns. Oh god, he is. He’s here illegally. What if he’s a terrorist? What have I gotten myself into? I should have called the police right away. Soon as I hit him I should have just called the cops and been done with it. I’d probably been fined but whatever. Now I’m likely to have Homeland Security calling and that’s got to be infinitely worse than just hitting some dude.
“No, not illegal,” he says stiffly.
“Not illegal? What does that even mean?”
He doesn’t respond but shakes his head side to side then he stares at his arm and pokes at it with his finger again.
“Would you, for the l
ove of god, please stop poking at your arm!”
Again with the surprised look but at least he stops. His right arm is still crooked in front of him and then it beeps. I stare at his arm then at him and he smiles as a blue light shines up from his arm and makes a v shape. In that v shape appears a three dimensional replica of Earth spinning on its axis in space. It’s full color and even appears solid like I could reach over and touch it.
“How’d you do that?” I ask my breath catching at the beauty of it.
“It’s just technology,” he says.
“Not any I’ve ever heard of, that’s amazing.”
“Thank you. I want to show you something. If you don’t mind?”
He holds up his left hand with the index finger pointing at his right arm. I can’t deny I’m intrigued and want to see more so I nod giving him permission to do some more poking or whatever it is he does to control the system that created the hologram. He goes to work and then there’s another beep. The view of the Earth pulls back until the Moon comes into view. It continues pulling out and then on the far side of the moon is a spaceship orbiting the dark side.
“That’s really cool,” I say. “But it doesn’t answer any of my questions.”
He holds up a finger then touches his arm again and the view continues to pull out. It’s moving faster but I know my basic astronomy and recognize the planets of our solar system whizzing by.
“Look-”
“One moment, please,” he cuts me off holding that finger up again and the view continues to zoom out.
I wait. Kelley told me one time about a crazy versus hot theory. The hotter the guy the crazier you could tolerate them being. Looking him over he’s definitely way across any crazy hot line that I might be able to draw. He’s gorgeous, incredibly sexy and manly in every way that a girl could imagine. If you took the world’s sexiest man alive and stood him next to Vin he couldn’t hold a candle. It’s unreal how hot he is.
