Noor pinched his lips. “I’m aware of that, sir. Under the circumstances, I’m working as diligently as possible to identify the target and bring her back quickly. This place is not my idea of a vacation, if that’s what you are thinking.”
“You don’t have a clue what I’m thinking. My foremost thought is you’re feeding me some bullshit. Now, you get your ass moving and handle matters swiftly, or I will screw your career so hard you will feel like my size twelve boot is secured in your ass the rest of your employment at the agency. Capiche?”
“When I have something to report, I will make contact,” he said, and then disconnected. He had about enough of Sterns’s bullshit.
The communicator bleeped. He ignored it, shut down the device, and shoved it back into his bag.
An unsettling feeling surfaced about the government’s intentions. He considered the niggling thoughts again and revisited the information about the mission. No matter how he summoned it up, his doubts still won out.
* * * *
Noor stood on the porch and leaned against the railing, taking in his surroundings. He took shallow breaths until the light and woozy feeling the thick air caused eased. He was accustomed to pureaire on Sanguine. The temperature-controlled mechanism used to maintain the degrees necessary to keep your body cool and pleasant, no matter the weather. The weather at home was so different from Texas it didn’t leave you to suffer under the sweltering heat, which left him feeling drained. He went through three shirts already, and finally didn’t bother putting one on.
The air was one nuisance he had yet to get used to, and the ritual they called bathing. He wasn’t averse to the practice. For the preservation of natural resources, Sanguine outlawed using water to cleanse when he was young, so long ago he forgot about its use in such a manner.
At first, the feel of running the sudsy cloth back and forth over his skin felt strange. The action made him aware of the sensitivity of his flesh, attuned him to the constant stroking, and eventually he began to enjoy the way his skin jumped alive, tingled, and he admitted a measure of arousal resulted from the cleansing. He relaxed, closed his eyes, leaned back against the basin wall, and concentrated on the motion and his reaction to slowly dragging the towel over his nakedness. When he wrapped his cock in the hot moisture, stroked it, and visions of Allura popped into his head, it intensified the experience. To the end, he jacked off and erupted into the water violently, feeling the ejaculation in his toes and making them curl.
Then irritation consumed him when he saw his cock breaking the surface, the head fully exposed, still hard, aching, unsatisfied with his effort.
It wasn’t as if he hadn’t masturbated before. He done so countless times when he wasn’t able to have female contact while on assignment. Normally it eased the tension in his cock and offered some relief, but not this time, and he remained with a stiff dick he doubted would deflate until he released in the object of his attention. The stunning Ms. Deverill, mother to the next Intended of Oridus, he feared would keep him continuously hard and suffering until he fucked her and got her out of his system.
Noor shifted, grimacing at the hard-on rising in his jeans. He worked to concentrate on something besides Allura. The more he thought of her, the harder he was getting. That was not good. So bad, so damned bad, it sucked in the worse way. He never had a problem separating lust from business, until now. He had to get her out of his head. He looked up, noticing their one moon glowed brighter than the two on his planet. No hazy aftermath diluted the light that happened when manufacturers released impurities into the air and invalidated one of the reasons for the creation of pureaire.
A cow’s moo caught his attention and caused Noor to change direction and stare across the open plains at the large, four-legged animals that sauntered lazily in the pasture. He had eaten one of those for dinner, and he was still trying to wrap his head around why people consumed their pets. He knew cows weren’t literally pets, like the domesticated animals on Sanguine that lived in people’s houses, but he considered the concept the same.
He heard a moo again. “Moo,” he repeated, testing the word on his lips. He did his best imitation, and then grinned, feeling silly. He had no idea what the term meant.
The soft pitter-patter of slippers and the swish of cloth brushing over the wood boards reached his ears. He could have disappeared inside, locked the door, and pretended he was asleep. That would have been the sensible thing to do. With Allura, he had long since lost his sanity and instead stood waiting for her to come around the corner.
Her scent reached his nostrils before she appeared, and it reminded him of passion, a whimsical, exotic, and succulent fragrance.
He knew she would visit and felt equipped to handle their encounter until she materialized, a vision of splendor causing everything else to fade into oblivion. Struck with an incomprehensible yearning, he stood immobilized as she stepped up to him.
“I saw your light on and knew you were still awake. I know it’s late, but I thought you might want to start reading some of my uncle’s material.” She juggled the leather-bound books in her arms.
Noor took the books from her. “Thank you. Though, I probably won’t get any reading done tonight, or sleep,” he said warily. His eyes roved over her breasts appreciatively. They stalled at the swell of cleavage exposed by the bodice of her dress, a pretty, pink number that screamed innocence. You would have thought his dick gave a damn. It stretched, thickening inside his pants.
“What is the problem?” she asked genuinely concerned.
I can’t keep my mind off your pussy. How’s that for the truth?
“I can’t sleep in this heat. I don’t see how you do it,” he said with forced mildness. He ignored the grip of lust licking at him.
She looked adorable. Long jet-black hair lay thick around her shoulders like ribbons. Delicate sun-kissed skin contrasted with the rosy material against her breasts, and her temptress mouth was seductively curved and too damn full. He remembered how she responded to his kiss. The taste of her saccharine tongue made his cock prod his jeans for escape. He felt damned hard, unbelievably engorged, beyond miserable.
“Oh, I’m afraid the window locks can be difficult.” Before he could stop her, she moved around him and entered the room. She walked over to the windows, moved the curtain aside, and tried to raise it up. After a few attempts, she turned around and said, “I will have someone take a look at the clasps tomorrow. It must be stuck or something.”
Noor walked over, flipped the latch, and raised the window letting in a gentle breeze. Then he went to the couch, picked up his shirt, and pulled it over his head and down, letting the material fall around his hips.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
“It’s a slight comfort, but at least it’s better than nothing.”
“I agree.”
Allura looked around as if seeing the interior of the room for the first time before facing Noor again. “Well, I shouldn’t dally. It’s late, as I said, and you probably have a thousand things to do before morning. Oh, by the way, if you would like to ride over to the McFarlands’ in the morning and view their spread, I can take you there.”
“Channing can assist me. Thank you for offering.” When had he become a pussy, trying to use Channing as an excuse and block her fucking unnatural hold on him?
“Father and Channing are going to the south pasture to oversee the mending of the fence, and then into town to see if they can’t have a decent word with Matt Graham. Mother is going to tag along to shop, visit friends, and neither will probably return until dusk.” She fidgeted with a piece of material beneath the basket, running her hand over the surface. Her slender fingers massaged the lace, and he found himself envious of a piece of fabric. Finally, she matched his gaze. “Do you want to talk about what happened earlier?”
“No.”
“I think we should.”
“I prefer not to.”
“Can I ask why not?”
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nbsp; “I said so.”
“That isn’t a sufficient explanation.”
“It suits me just fine.”
“You’re a complicated man.”
“So I have been told.”
“I don’t want to argue, Noor.”
“What do you want to do?” He asked casually, ignoring the lash of heat mounting between his thighs as all the possibilities inside his head peaked—each explicitly sexual in nature—of what her reply could be.
Allura hesitated to respond and he reacted like a jilted schoolboy, intent on getting his way.
The move was dumb of him. He did it anyway. Reaching out, he caressed the tiny dimple on her chin with his fingertip. Slid his thumb over her bottom lip, bent low, and whispered. “Answer my question,” he asked, not waiting. His lips made contact, a brief touch, enough to savor the flavor before he framed her face between his palms, slipped his tongue inside her mouth, and absorbed the honey taste. He was in big, big trouble. Feeling mesmerized by the contact, aggressively he sought more. And more, mating their tongues, gliding, he wanted so much more.
She easily reciprocated, and his reaction was to groan inwardly and pull her closer into his body. The kiss intensified, driven by hard thirsting, and then eased to delicate thrusts between the sweet lips. Snared by her wicked tongue, he descended further under the spell of heaven.
Maybe if her reaction was different. If she pushed him back, slapped his face, and cursed him to the sky, he might have come to his senses. Probably, not, he was gone. Too fucking in denial, he doubted anything would stop the mad rush of desire he felt to consume her whole.
He was doomed as lust was riding him like a devil, so hard, fast, he felt out of control.
Snap out of it, Noor! This was wrong on so many levels. He reared back and put some distance between them. His breath harsh, it raged through his body, matching the fire washing over him. Struggling to take in air, he watched her under lowered lashes, trying to come to grips with the untamed mounting of lust Allura excited in him.
Allura touched her mouth. Her fingers to her lips, she licked the bottom, as if tasting him. Whether the act was innocent or not, the enticing action aroused the hell out of him. No further stimulation was required, his cock already busting the zipper of his pants, and he startled, feeling his cock jerk in response to the erotic sight.
He followed her eyes, which travelled down his stomach to his erection and back up, meeting his eyes. “Yes, I want you, Allura. Damn, how I want you.”
She spoke in a tiny voice. “I want you, too, Noor.”
Three strides and he was there. He cupped her face, making her meet his eyes. “You better be damned sure because once we start, there is no turning back.”
“I have never been so positive of a decision in my life.”
“Damn it, I was afraid you would say that,” he groaned.
Allura seemed baffled. “What did you want me to say?”
He kissed her, humming over her mouth. “You don’t want me.” He nibbled at her lips. He kissed her forehead and gently laid his to hers saying, “This is madness.” Inhaling, he closed his eyes, and fought to control the rapacious urgency racing beneath his skin. He blew out his breath in a long exhalation to stop the electrical current of desire from shooting so intensely inside him it was frightening. Noor dragged his eyelids open and looked at her. “Tell me no, Allura.”
Noor trembled. Maybe he felt her shiver when she encircled her arms around his waist. Did it really matter at this point? He was going to make the stupidest mistake of his life.
He was going to fuck her.
Chapter Eleven
Shamelessly she clung to him when Noor lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom. He laid her down on the massive bed, stepped back, and stared at her for a long time without saying anything. He was so still and emotionless it concerned Allura. “What’s the matter?”
“I need to pace myself.”
She didn’t understand but remained silent, anyway, and watched as he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it behind him. Her eyes followed the large, strong fingers working the buttons on his trousers until he finished and shoved the material low on his hips. Never having seen a man’s sex before, the sight of his cock, towering and thick, sparked an escalating rush of tumultuous feelings. Unconsciously, she squeezed her legs together to stop the maddening spasms between her thighs, only to realize the action intensified the feeling.
Allura made a small moue.
Noor looked at her questioningly. His eyebrow rose faintly. He sat on the edge of the bed, shoved his pants down his long legs that seemed endless, over muscular hairy thighs, and then kicked free of the material.
He turned around and loomed over her, smiling. God, he was handsome. She framed his face between her hands. Arching into him, wanting to feel his full moist lips again, she melded their mouths together and kissed him. When he ended the kiss too soon, it perplexed her. “I shouldn’t initiate a kiss?”
“Not now.”
“Is there a reason why not? And if you dare say I’m being forward for a woman, I swear there’s the possibility of me doing you bodily harm.”
Noor grinned. “I’m afraid it’s more complicated than that, sweetie.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Neither do I,” he said. He kissed the tip of her nose.
“You seem… disgruntled?” She watched his expression closely.
“I’m feeling ungovernable, sweetie. And that is dangerous in my current state and I fear my overzealous I might lose control.”
Allura smiled triumphant. “You feel as anxious as me.”
“Anxious is too mild a term, but I will go with it. Now, let’s get you undressed before I forgo the task, lift your skirts, and have my wicked way with you.”
“I won’t mind.” She raised her dress, spread her thighs, and bared her nakedness.
Noor sucked in air. “Gracious, you don’t have any underwear on.”
“You yourself said it’s hot here. My undergarments get very uncomfortable at times.”
“You walk around bare-assed?” He stared incredulously at the dark thatch of hair surrounding the lush rosy pussy, mesmerized.
“I admit occasionally.”
“How many times since I arrived? The thought of you walking around naked beneath the prim and proper attire elicits a sudden surge that makes my cock thicker.”
Noor slid a finger along the plump damp folds of her sex, examining her with his finger and tongue, which made Allura buck off the bed when the wet tip touched her clitoris.
She gasped and dug her fingers into his hair. “Noor?”
He murmured against her pussy, “Answer the question.”
Allura bit her lip to keep from crying out with pleasure. “At dinner—oh.” She inhaled sharply, feeling his mouth enclose around her vagina, his hot whip breach and extend her. “All the time you have been here.” She blew out a heavy gust and squeezed her eyes tight. “Please hurry,” she said, aware begging was improper and not caring one wit.
Her eyes popped open when he pulled away from her. “What are you doing?”
“I want you undressed. I have fantasized about your breasts and want to see if I did you justice.” He started working on the décolletage of her bodice, unfastening the tiny buttons one…by…one.
She almost exploded, wondering how he could be so calm when she felt feverish with wanting and seconds away from the brink, overwhelmed and breathless, ensconced in unbridled longing that left her in delirious need. This was all new to her, and she supposed the insatiable greed she felt had to be for Noor. The passionate lust simmering to her core made her hunger to have his cock deep inside her.
“There are ten buttons on my garment. Is it necessary to undo all the fastenings?” she said tersely.
Noor said, low and curt, “No, but I intend to. Patience is a virtue, sweetie.”
“I’m not patient but virtuous.” She slapped his hand away.
He grab
bed her wrist and held it firmly in his hand. “You won’t always get your way with me. You may as well learn that now,” he said with overstated mildness.
“I have heard sometimes women take charge of these matters.”
Noor smirked with arrogance. “Not this time,” he said softly. “However, just so you know, I’m not averse to women being on top. Three more buttons to go.”
Allura flung back in the bed and covered her eyes with her hands. “I will probably die by the time you finish unclothing me.”
With the patience of a saint, and much to Allura’s distress, he searched for a side zipper he knew existed, hidden somewhere in the folds of her skirt.
“I shouldn’t be surprised at your need to make demands.”
“It is your fault. I have never felt this way before or acted so…so promiscuous, and lord forbid, needy. I certainly never begged a man to do anything for me in my life. Before you, my need in a male was purely for intellectual stimulation and companionship. Sex never entered the equation.”
“I should think not. Here, let me help settle you down. You’re like a filly in heat.”
Allura glared at him from between the crease in her hands. “How would you know if you were born and raised in the city?” she snapped.
“I read.”
Her next thought died away in a gasp as he slipped two fingers between her swollen lips and entered. His thrust was complete. She felt the pleasant invasion to her nipples. She cried out, willingly accepting the strokes that rippled along her vagina walls. He started a steady flux and flow and raked his thumb over her clit, teasing the tiny nub to swell, and causing bliss to erupt inside her body.
She purred, wanting more. She arched and spread her legs demandingly.
“You’re a hot little hellcat.” Noor increased the tempo, knowing the exact amount of pressure to exert, how deep to delve. He coaxed and cajoled until he got the response he wanted.
In a rush of sensations, the world spun on its axle, and then abruptly stopped when she climaxed for the first time. Panting, she moaned in pleasure and grappled to pull him down on top of her. He had to outweigh her by many pounds. He came freely and shoved open her thighs with his knees and positioned himself, ready to enter her. “I can see with you I’m going to fuck myself to death. You’re demanding, sweetie, lucky me. And hot, wet, ready for me. You want this, Allura?”
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