Talking Dog II: Never Send a Dog To Do a Woman's Job

by Shelley Munro

  Alex continued to scowl, and Lily’s heart slammed nervously against her ribs. Please don’t say no. Please don’t say no.

  “I would never hurt you, Lily, but if you change your mind, all you need to do is tell me and I’ll refrain from touching you again.”

  Lily laughed gleefully inside and allowed a tremulous smile to curl across her lips. “Thank you. Can I look now?”

  Alex gave a stiff nod. The need to appease her curiosity was huge, but Lily proceeded with caution. She could feel his cock stabbing against her inner thigh as she kissed her way down his body. The journey felt long but it was really only a matter of thirty seconds before she reached the action department.

  “Wow,” she whispered when she came eye to eye, so to speak, with Alex’s snake.

  Looking impressively large, the huge bulbous head was swollen and a dark royal blue. Apart from the gorgeous, unexpected color, the snake looked similar to her ex-husband’s. Lily stroked her hand down the blue exterior, noting the darker veins that ran under his skin. Entranced, she touched the tiny slit at the end. Alex jerked, and a soft groan sounded. Feeling bolder, Lily traced the length of his cock, enjoying the tactile smooth feel of him yet fully aware of the contrasting steel that ran beneath the hot, blue skin.

  For her. All for her.

  When her hand stroked the tip again, a tear of pre-cum appeared. Without thinking, she bent to lick the pastel-blue drop away. Alex jerked beneath her mouth and she heard a muttered curse. Lily froze then decided if he were that upset with her, he’d leap away to the other side of the bed. To test her theory, she lapped across the head of his cock. Like a giant blue lollipop, she thought with a hidden grin. His scent surrounded her—spicy and green, reminding her out the outdoors on a crisp, sunny day. But the taste of him was better—addictive, and even better than she’d imagined. Must be the blue coloring, she thought with a wicked smirk.

  Alex jerked away from her without warning. Lily held her loose hair back from her face and looked up at him. His broad chest rose and fell rapidly as he stared at her with his strange golden eyes.

  “You’re a witch,” he whispered. “You must be. I’ve never felt like this before.” He moved rapidly, rolling her body until he loomed over her. “I hope you’re ready for me, moon heart, because I can’t wait any longer. I’m gonna come any second, but I want it to be in you.”

  Lily wanted to object since she’d only started exploring the big blue, but he parted her legs almost roughly and ran his finger around the rim of her cunt. The sensation rocked Lily and changed her mind about protesting. Plenty of time for the big blue. Another curse escaped him as Lily arched against his questing fingers, bringing a grin of delight to her face. His touch fuelled her desire. His words thrilled her heart. And she wanted him just as fiercely. Then he moved over her, his hard, blue cock replacing his fingers as he pushed slowly inside her aching womb.

  Lily propped up on her elbows, watching his blue flesh disappear into her pussy. Amazing. Then she forgot about anything other than how he felt inside. The sense of fullness—it was as if he was her other half. Alex filled an emptiness she never knew she had. Lily lifted her hips, offering her body silently. With a muffled curse, Alex withdrew then surged back until he was fully seated.

  “More,” Lily muttered, writhing beneath his body. “Faster.” Her body was primed after exploring the big blue, her juices making it easy for him to slide into her cunt. But she wanted…more.

  Alex gave a strangled laugh. “I’m trying to go slow. To give you time to catch up with me.”

  “I’m ready,” Lily insisted. She ground her clit against the base of his cock, squeezing her eyes shut at the sparkles of awareness that resulted. Close. So close to a repeat of her lunch stop experience.

  Alex sucked in an audible breath, his chest expanding and abrading her breasts. The tingles echoed in her clit. He withdrew slowly from her vagina then surged back with a speed that made her blink. In. Out. Lily clutched at his shoulders, her body picking up the racy rhythm instinctively. His cock seemed to grow bigger, longer inside her, filling her impossibly full.

  She squeezed her eyes closed concentrating on her senses—the spicy masculine scent of him, his soft grunts as he surged and withdrew, the slick, sweaty feel of their bodies as they moved together. And most of all, the burning fire at her loins. Colors, bright and intense, orange and red, flickered like fast-moving pictures at the back of her eyelids.

  “Yes.” Lily squeezed the words past gritted teeth. The fire roared, out of control, flames burning her clit, singeing. Explosive. Glorious. Alex surged inside her, filling her deeply and grinding against her. Her womb contracted so hard it was painful, clenching against his cock. Alex jerked, driving into her body with a frenzy of short, quick strokes. Impaling her. Pushing her onward. Upward. Over.

  Shockwaves clenched his cock, massaging him, making Alex impossibly hard. Goddess, he hurt. He’d never, ever wanted to fuck so badly in his life. Lily convulsed around his tom, small whimpers emerging from her sexy mouth. And just like that, he lost the tiny amount of control he still exerted over his wayward body. Cum spurted from his cock in powerful jets. On and on until he thought it would never end. Pleasure-pain seared the length of his body until he shook with it like a lone tree in a fiery comet storm. And throughout the catastrophic experience, Lily clutched him tightly, as if she’d never let go, never let him fall, her cunt squeezing him with never-ending ripples.

  “Devil’s teeth,” he gritted out, riding the storm, seizing the pleasure like a greedy man. Finally, his body quieted enough that his other senses kicked him. Feeling awakened and refreshed, he lazily surged into her body. Lily sighed, lifting her hips to meet him. Instantly, he was hard again. Ready to fuck some more. Except this wasn’t fucking, a small voice murmured at the back of his mind. He’d gone and bonded with her. Deep down, he knew it but shied away from the concrete commitment. Too late to fret now. The deed was done. He’d go with the situation and enjoy in a fashion as he always had. Worry about the consequences later.

  Alex continued with his lazy tempo, surging then retreating.

  “Feels so good,” Lily murmured, her hands sweeping in languid circles over his back then lower to grab his ass. “But it would feel better if you kissed me.”

  Guilt cut him deep. He’d selfishly seen to his own orgasm and was busy priming his cock to meet his body’s ravenous demands. Lily had come, but perhaps she was too sore for more?

  “Did I hurt you?” he asked, kissing a slow trail of kisses around her mouth. He pulled from her womb and turned to lie on his back, lifting Lily to rest on top of him.

  Lily grinned suddenly and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “My hero,” she cooed. “I can’t get used to the way you can lift me. Ambrose—”

  “Don’t talk about him,” Alex said. “This is about us. No one else in the bed except the two of us.” The feel of her soft curves pressing into his chest and lower in his groin made him twitchy. He wasn’t sure if the second time would be any slower. Maybe he should gun for the third?

  Lily lifted up on her elbows to study his face. The impish grin remained, and Alex decided he liked this side of her. Fun. Playful. Confident. And sexy as hell. She rose up further until her thighs slid to either side of him and she straddled his hips. Her breasts swayed in front of his face during the maneuver, and he opened his mouth to capture a nipple.

  “Uh-uh,” she said with a chuckle as she evaded his mouth. “I want to explore.”

  “Oh? I’m ready for that,” he said. The glint in her blue eyes made him grin. He’d never experienced this sort of bedding before. Playful had never entered into the scheme of things. It had all been about satisfaction and jewels, but Lily didn’t seem to expect anything from him. Instead, she wanted to give, and he floundered a little with the new situation.

  Lily feathered her hands down his chest, and a corresponding twitch moved his cock. He gritted his teeth. Unbeknown to Lily, tease time was gonna be short. She paused to finger
one of his nipples, rubbing it then pinching. Alex felt the nip clear to his toes.

  He moved suddenly, dumping her in the middle of the bed. Lily bounced, a surprised squeak escaping.

  “Did I tell you I’m not very good at sharing my toys?”

  Lily’s eyes widened. “You have toys?”

  Nope. No toys. But her breathless anticipation made him decide to find some pronto. The Earth manuals had explained sexual toys and aids—a whole chapter so he shouldn’t have problems working them out. “No, it means I’m bossy and like my own way.”

  Lily tried to scramble to a sitting position, but he snared both hands in one hand and placed his weight on top of her wriggling body.

  “But, Alex,” she said, laughing when he skimmed his fingers down her rib cage. “You haven’t given me a chance to touch you. I want to check you out some more. How can I search out differences if you won’t let me look? Have you changed back to flesh color?” A delightful blush covered her cheeks, and he was pleased he hadn’t gone with his instinct to switch off the bedside lamp. He’d have missed the flush of arousal on her silky skin. Alex glanced down at his blue tom. Still very aroused and very blue. On the other foot, it might have spared his pride if he’d turned off the light. She’d laughed at him and compared him to a baboon bum. Alex recalled pictures of those creatures with their ugly, matching faces and bottoms. He sobered, and wondered if she’d be laughing later.

  “After,” he promised. “I’m too close to the edge.”

  Still holding her hands above her head, he brushed a line of kisses across her collarbone then angled down to suck the tip of her breast into his mouth.

  “Let my hands go,” she demanded. “I need to touch you.”

  By St. Jupiter, he needed that too, so he freed her hands and concentrated on touching, on learning what pleasured Lily. The slow, slide of his mouth against her breast drew small cries from her. Would she cry out and whimper like she had before when he’d pleasured her clit with his mouth? When he slid his fingers inside her wet, moist pussy and thrust slowly in time to his suckling?

  Alex grinned against her breast. One way to find out. With one last smacking draw on her nipple, he released the distended bud and kissed his way down her body. Distracted by the scenery on the way, he traced around the edge of her belly button with his tongue.

  Her hands clenched in his hair, letting him know she enjoyed his explorations, but Alex didn’t linger for long. Her spice mint scent spurred him on. Alex combed his fingers through the short, brown curls that guarded her pussy, tracing around her clit and lower where her juices ran, crying for him. The thought brought satisfaction.

  “Alex, you’re teasing me.” Lily stirred restlessly, her hips moving in small demanding jerks as she sought to encourage him to speed. Her clear, urgent need burned him. His cock twitched, making Alex aware of his hardness. Anticipation throbbed through him, the color of his tom intensifying as his arousal grew. Another extraordinary treat lay waiting for both of them.

  First, he blew soft puffs of air against her clitoris. The tiny bud appeared swollen, deep pink with arousal. Alex reached down to her pussy lips and coated his finger in her nectar. The scent alone made him tremble with the need to thrust inside her. Feeling the weight of her stare, he glanced up along her rounded belly and luscious breasts before meeting her eyes with a wicked smile.

  “Hurry,” she pleaded.

  Alex pushed a finger into her slick cunt, her liquid arousal easing his way. He slowly withdrew the finger then pushed in three fingers at once, twisting his fingers until he sensed he’d hit the G-spot the Earth manual had mentioned. When small whimpers of bliss emerged from her, he bent to sweep his tongue lazily across her clit.

  Lily shuddered, her legs stirring restlessly on the bed. “Alex, come inside me,” she pleaded.

  Alex couldn’t have denied her request if he tried. “Only if I can hold you.”

  “A different position?” Interest shone in her face.

  “Yeah.” Alex rolled her over on her side so she faced away from him.

  For an instant, Lily worried about how big her bum would look but the thought faded when she felt the scorching heat of his chest against her back. His erection pressed against the crease between her butt cheeks. Her heart thudded an erratic beat. A frisson of excitement brought a fresh spurt of juices flooding between her legs. Lily wriggled, pushing against his cock.

  Alex groaned softly. “Are you always this impatient?”

  Lily grinned over her shoulder at the golden alien. “Only with you.”

  “I’ve created a monster.”

  “Suck it up,” she whispered, low and throaty.

  “Oh, I intend to,” he promised. His arms went around her, his hands curving around her breasts and squeezing just enough to cause a frisson of sensation that trod the line between pleasure and pain.

  “Lift your leg for me, moon heart.”

  As she followed his whispered instructions, Lily made a mental note to ask about moon hearts later. His blue cock slid home smoothly then he gathered her tight against his frame and rocked in small, gentle moves that pulled her into magic. He nuzzled at her neck and pinched her nipples again. Hard. The ache shot through her, coinciding with Alex’s rocking motion. Pain coalesced into intense rapture. Alex quickened his rocking, stroking against her core. Lily felt minute ripples deep inside. She bit her lip, pushing her butt into Alex so he could angle inside her easier.

  “Close?” he whispered against her ear.

  “Yeah,” she murmured, savoring being balanced on the tightrope of ecstasy.

  Alex nuzzled behind her ear and nipped the soft skin there. He rocked against her and deep inside her, she felt his spurt of semen. Her clit jumped in response, and Lily tumbled into an orgasm that shook her clear to her toes. As she lay there, savoring the aftershocks, Lily pondered his blue cock and semen.

  The big blue.

  There was obviously a lot more to this alien than she’d suspected. Her mouth tipped up in a smirk. The possibilities were intriguing to say the least.

  Chapter Ten

  “We’ve nearly got him! I told you the tracking device was necessary.”

  Mattio ignored his younger cuz. If Jabot hadn’t been makin’ eyes at the sloe-eyed bim in the bar, they wouldn’t have had to chase the prince to this godforsaken outpost in the middle of nowhere. Always fuckin’ up. His parents should have christened him Jabot Fuck-up.

  Mattio glared up at the fizzing electric lamp. It cast a white light over the car park, bleaching the bright color from the parked vehicles and making them appear the same color.

  Earth! The backward blue planet was a boil on the backside of the galaxy. Why Prince Alexandre had traveled here when he had all the riches of Dalcon at the snap of his fingers—Mattio had no idea. Probably chasing a willing cunt—bah! Just like the older prince, Alexandre’s brother. No matter. Mattio didn’t want to know. All he wanted was to capture Prince Alexandre, knock sense into the prince’s blockhead and hie back to Dalcon before the King found out his precious second son was missing. He didn’t intend to muck up so the King could renege on his promises.

  Jabot pointed the tracking monitor around the car park in a slow sweeping motion. The low-pitched beep erupted into a frenzy when it passed a square vehicle.

  “Over there,” he shouted.

  “If you talk slow and don’t shout, you won’t break into that pissy squeak at the end of your sentence.” By St. Jupiter. Stuck with a dumbass undergrown. Mattio rolled his eyes toward the stars. What had he done to deserve such punishment?

  “It’s coming from that square-high box.”

  “Vehicle. Didn’t you listen to all the Earth speak tapes I gave you?”

  “Boring,” Jabot whined.

  “Might mean the difference between success and failure.” Mattio worked hard to keep his voice even. He’d learned that shouting or cussing made the undergrown sullen. Although he’d keep the thought in mind for the trip home. Sulking was bet
ter than talk. The incessant chatter on the way to Earth had done his head in.

  “The prince isn’t in the box vehicle.”

  Mattio thumped his cousin on the shoulder. “I’d be bloody surprised if he was. Earth people do not sleep in their vehicles. He’ll be inside the building…” Mattio fumbled for the correct Earth word. “Hotel,” he said finally.

  Jabot turned toward the hotel, ready to find the prince.

  Mattio grabbed his forearm and jerked him to a halt. “By St. Jupiter! Where the hell are you going?”

  “Prince Alexandre—”

  Mattio exerted enough force to make his dumbass cuz concentrate. “Use your brain. There are hundreds of rooms in the building. It’s night. We can’t burst into every room until we find him.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because we can’t.” Mattio cuffed his cuz across the head. “We’ll wait here until morning and grab him when he leaves the hotel.”

  “I don’t wanna stay here.” Jabot’s bottom lip stuck up in a pout.

  Mattio counted to ten in Earth speak. It took a great deal of concentration, but he still itched to hit Jabot when he’d finished. The medical man had told him to cut down on stress. How was that possible when he had to deal with Jabot the nincompoop? He reached into his travel suit pouch and retrieved a relaxation wafer. Mattio slid it under his tongue and focused on his cuz.

  Jabot glanced around frowning then looked at him in a sly way that never failed to wind him up. “Can we sit in the vehicle?”

  Mattio sucked in a calming breath just like the medical man suggested and considered the suggestion from all angles. Not bad. Finally, he gave a grudging nod. “Good idea.” After checking the area for signs of life, he led the way to the vehicle. The tracking monitor went berserk when they stopped beside the blue vehicle. Mattio checked for onlookers again then plucked a Dalcon knife from the sheath attached to his survival belt.

  Jabot pushed his nose up to the windows of the vehicle. “Can’t see inside.”

  “No matter.” Mattio shrugged. He walked up to the back and inserted his knife into the lock.