by Tracy Lauren
“I enjoy dancing.”
“Well, let’s see if the Kuyu tahini—”
“Kuytu Tetrani.”
“That’s what I said. Let’s see if you guys have moves like the cast of Magic Mike here.”
“What…is…this?” Dorran asks when I cue up the first dance scene and press play. I don’t even look at the screen. Instead I watch my roommate’s expression, biting back my giggles.
“You know how everyone thought you were a stripper?”
“Only you and Mrs. Doherty.”
“Technicalities aside—those are strippers.”
“Is this a courting ritual?”
“It’s definitely a seduction.”
Dorran watches for a moment longer. “I could do that,” he scoffs confidently.
“Hah! Yeah right.”
“You do not believe I could?”
“That takes months of training and choreography,” I assure him.
“So you’re saying I better start practicing now?” He jumps to his feet, casting his eyes back to the TV screen. “Is it like this?” he asks, rolling his hips toward me with the proficiency of Channing Tatum. And, purple or not, with his bare chest and low-hanging pajama bottoms, he looks every bit the stripper.
“Oh my God,” I block my eyes… Well, I pretend to. I’m quite shamefully peeking through my fingers, watching the outline of his double-barreled junk bounce around in his pants. “Save it for your wife,” I tell him, but he takes my hand and trails it down his abs.
“How am I to know if I’m doing this right?”
“It isn’t likely that your wife is going to ask you to strip for her.”
“Then I’ll do it for you. Just for you.”
Ugh, I like the thought of that. Too bad it’s selfish. So, when Dorran starts to tease his fingers along the elastic of his pajama bottoms, I yank him back down onto the couch beside me before he has the chance to give me the full Monty.
“Time for another movie,” I tell him and I put on Fever Pitch. Light…I’m keeping it light.
Dorran settles in beside me and puts an arm around my shoulders. This isn’t cuddling, I tell myself.
“Wait!” Dorran jolts suddenly about two minutes into the movie.
“What is it?”
“This…this is the same female!”
“Yeah.”
“She left her other mate?”
“This is a movie, Dor, not a documentary. They’re just actors.”
“I know. It’s just…they had a certain chemistry.”
“That they did, big guy.” I pat him on this thigh. His muscled thigh, that feels so thick and strong under my hand.
He harrumphs unhappily and I wonder if I should have chosen another Adam and Drew movie.
“Should I turn it off?” I ask. It is getting rather late.
“No. I don’t want you to move.”
And so I don’t. As a matter of fact…I don’t move all night. Dorran and I fall asleep on the couch, and when I wake up in the morning he’s spooning me so we can both fit on the slim cushions. It’s a delicious feeling and I don’t want to get up, but…I think I really need to talk to my best friend, because I’m losing control of this situation fast.
Slowly, carefully, I try to extract myself. But it’s no good, Dorran wakes and his grip on me tightens. “Good morning,” he rumbles, his voice raspy with sleep. I prop myself up on my elbow, facing him.
“Morning.” It’s impossible to not match his smile. His hands caress my back and it feels so damn right. “Dorran…I have to ask, do you typically sleep with girls—er, females, like you and I did last night?”
He chuckles, as if the idea is silly. “No, of course not.”
“And why not?”
Now he catches on. His easy grin slips and he purses his sexy, deep purple lips.
“You’re supposed to be looking for a wife, Dorran.”
“So?”
“So, I’m afraid I’m letting myself become a distraction.” After all, our bodies are still plastered together, my leg tossed over his hips.
“Don’t worry about that,” he tells me, nuzzling into the crook of my neck. I gasp when his breath fans across the sensitive skin there. And I don’t know if it’s the gasp that does it, but I distinctly feel Dorran’s cocks stiffen against my thigh. I have to bite back a moan when I think of what he’s packing. I try to excuse his arousal away, I really do. I tell myself it’s just a normal, early morning, bodily reaction and it has nothing to do with the fact that the robe I’ve borrowed from him has fallen away, leaving my legs bare and not much else between our bodies besides the flannel of his bottoms and the flimsy material of my romper.
“We should both be worrying about that.”
“I find that I’m not worried about much in this particular moment.”
His hands massage my back again and I can’t help it… I let out a moan. Dorran’s eyes dilate and he sucks in a deep breath. “Your scent is intoxicating.”
“My…my scent?” I remember what he said to the woman at the coffee shop yesterday and wonder what it is exactly that he can smell. But he doesn’t make me guess.
“You’re wet with arousal,” he growls.
“Dorran!” I try to pop up from the couch but he guides my hips until I’m on top of him. I can feel the thick, hard bars of his cocks straining between my legs and I let out a whimper, wanting to grind against him so fucking bad.
“This is wrong,” I tell him.
“Feels right,” he counters through ragged breaths. I bite my bottom lip and his eyes go there, his pupils narrowing in. “I want more of your kisses.”
“Dorran, we shouldn’t…” But I’m inching closer to his lips. I want those kisses too.
“Consider it educational?” Dorran offers.
“Do your people not kiss?”
“Oh no, we kiss.”
I snort out a laugh. “Then what do you need education for?”
“Uhhh…” Dorran searches the ceiling for a plausible response. “Maybe humans and Kuytu Tetrani do it differently?” he tries.
“Based on yesterday’s kiss, I’d say no.”
“Still, don’t you think we should be sure? For the sake of science, we should retest the theory?”
My laughter slowly dies away, there’s so much electric heat between us. “Maybe…maybe just one kiss. In the name of science.”
Dorran’s grin spreads wide and he digs his fingers into my hair, pulling me close. Our lips touch, softly, gently at first. And then his tongue teases me until I open for him. The second I do, his arms cocoon me, pressing me against his body and I just can’t help it, but I roll my hips. Dorran meets me, thrusting his manhood. He feels so big between my legs. Big and delicious.
“This is bad,” I breathe out.
“Is there anything I can do to make it feel better?”
“It feels too good as it is, Dorran.”
“I like that we agree on so many things.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask as we gently grind against one another, desperately trying to ignore how naughty it is. “What else do we agree on?”
“Oh, all the things that matter, I’m sure. We like the same music, of course…”
“And how do you know that?”
“Purely an assumption.”
“Do you have any other assumptions?”
“About all that we have in common? Absolutely. We both love to dance—you especially love to watch me dance. Which is good because I like to put on a show.”
Oh man, Dorran has me in a fit of giggles. This is bad…this is really bad, because I definitely shouldn’t like this so much.
“We both love coffee, which is all that really matters, isn’t it?”
“That might be very true…”
“Ah, and we are both hopeless romantics.” He pulls me closer to pepper my jaw with kisses. “Completely…and utterly…hopeless.”
My breath hitches and my heart skips a beat. Then, I take the lead—kissing Dorran de
eply. His hands move to my ass. He’s so strong and firm with me—so deeply masculine. Confidence drips from his every touch, like he knows exactly what I want…and he wants it too.
“You don’t have any alien superpowers, do you?”
“Like what?” he asks, sounding amused.
“I don’t know, like pheromones that make me want to take off all my clothes?”
“I’d like to think that’s my superpower, does that count for anything?”
“It must count for something.” I give in to Dorran’s touch, writhing against him. Those hard cocks he’s got pressing between my legs are making me all kinds of curious.
“Are Kuytu Tetrani very different from humans?” I ask. What if there’s some sexy thing I should be doing right now, like playing with his gills or teasing a hidden nipple?
“How do you mean?” Dorran asks in a lusty daze.
“Our bodies? The things that turn us on?”
He growls, sending a thrilling shiver up my spine. “I think we must be very much alike, but perhaps it takes further scientific exploration.”
“I like the sound of that.”
Dorran’s hands go to the robe still clinging to my shoulders and he slips it off. With his eyes locked on mine, his fingers tease the straps of my romper. One at a time, he lets them fall and it only takes the barest of movements for the rest to slip down, exposing my breasts.
Dorran makes a throaty noise and his hands follow my curves until he’s kneading them, running his thumbs over my sensitive nipples. I gasp and he takes note of my reaction. It really is like he’s studying me--trying to learn exactly what turns me on. Or, human women in general, that is, Because he certainly isn’t supposed to be mine.
The reality of what we’re doing starts to sink in and I know that Dorran and I are crossing a line…but then he starts really going at my nipples and I just can’t be held accountable for rational thought after that.
Lovingly, he grows more aggressive, tugging and rolling them until I’m having to bite my lip to keep from whimpering. And Dorran, he’s licking his lips. I can tell he wants to taste me. So, I arch my back, offering myself to him, and he wastes no time, leaning in to nuzzle my breasts. He licks and sucks them, teasing my tits with his lips, teeth, and purple tongue.
“Oh God, Dorran, yes. That feels so good.” Judging from the fact that he knows exactly what to do, I expect the females of his kind aren’t so terribly different from human women. Unless…unless they have two vaginas, that is.
“You are wholly unique Carly,” he breathes out, admiring my breasts.
“I can’t imagine that’s true. You’ve traveled across God knows how many light years, seen women from I don’t even know how many planets…”
He shakes his head, assuring me. “There is not a single place I’ve been, not on Earth, nor any of the Tetrani worlds, where I have found breasts so perfect.”
“Flatterer,” I say, grinning as I lean in to kiss him.
And that’s when my alarm goes off. “Ugh,” I groan.
“What is that?” Dorran asks.
“My reminder to call the school.”
Dorran’s grip on me loosens.
“We don’t have to stop.”
“Teaching is your dream. You should call.”
Damn it. He’s right. I’ve worked hard at earning a reputation at the school, they know I’m reliable because I never fail to call. So, I obligingly reach for my phone and dial the number, silently praying that today is like 95% of other days and there’s no need for a sub. But alas…the math teacher is still out.
I hang up the phone and give Dorran a sad look.
“There will be time later,” he assures. But…is that true? Our time together has only just begun, and already I can feel the clock ticking.
“What will you do today?”
Dorran shrugs. “Comm my friend Regor, tell him about your breasts.”
I slap at his chest, laughing. “You dog. That’s not very gentlemanly of you.”
“Who wants to be a gentleman when they can brag instead?”
I roll my eyes at him, but honestly, I like the idea of Dorran telling his friend about me. “I’m hopping in the shower.” Reluctantly I pull myself away from Dorran and start padding toward the bathroom.
“Would you like me to join you?” he asks, propping himself up on his elbow. His hair sticks up adorably in pretty much every direction.
“Actually, I’d love that. But if you did I’m pretty sure I’d be late to work, so…”
Dorran doesn’t hear the but. Instead, he takes my words as a VIP invitation, jumping off the couch to chase me into the bathroom. I squeal as he wraps an arm around my waist and hurries me along the rest of the way.
“I will get you to work on time, Carly,” he promises, turning on the shower with one hand and tugging at my romper with the other. The steam starts curling almost immediately and my romper falls in a soft pile on the ground.
“Your turn,” I urge, my eyes going to that unique bulge in his pants. The pleased and cocky look Dorran beams in my direction makes me think I’m really getting myself into trouble here…even if it is the most delicious kind.
“Shall I strip for you, Carly?” he asks, pinning me against the wall and blocking me in with one hand. His other hand goes his waistband and he rolls those hips forward. His playfulness has me both laughing and melting. Dorran is just so damn fun and sexy. I could get caught up in this—lost in it really.
He loses his bottoms and wraps a strong arm around my waist, guiding me into the shower. The warm water spills over us and Dorran takes my lips in a kiss. I forget all about work in that moment. All about the fact that he’s looking for a wife and that wife can’t be me. The only thing I can think of is how badly I want him to take me up against this shower wall.
His hands flow like water over my body. I’m gasping, moaning, muttering his name. The world fades away and there’s only this charged moment. But Dorran’s lips pause over mine and it seems like he’s breathing me in. It takes a second for my brain to register his hands have fallen away and I hear a squirt…
I blink, looking down at the bottle in his hand. “I’m going to wash you now,” he tells me.
I blink again, trying to will my brain to work. “That…that sounds… Oh, that’s conditioner, Dorran.”
I take the bottle from him, trading it for the shampoo and he squeezes the white gel into his purple hand. Purple hands… Wow. “You really are an alien, aren’t you?”
Dorran’s eyes meet my own. “Is that strange to you?”
“Well, it’s certainly unique. This is my first shower with an alien from another world, you know.”
“What a coincidence. Mine too.” Dorran starts to lather my hair, massaging the soap into my scalp.
“I was going to argue that, but I guess I’m as much of an alien as you are.”
“You are indeed—a strange being from a distant and exotic world…” Dorran’s eyes are teasing.
“I have so many issues with that statement.”
“Oh?”
“First of all—strange? And I don’t know how exotic Earth is.”
“Okay, I suppose you are not as strange as you are remarkable. And as far as Earth goes—it is very exotic. That is why so many vacation here.”
Dorran backs me under the spray of water to rinse my hair. I close my eyes and relish the feel of his ministrations. It’s sweet—to be touched and cared for like this, with no pressure to take things further, even though Dorran’s interest is stiffly apparent.
My eyes wander lower.
“What’s next?” he asks. It snaps my eyes back to where they should be. Dorran has body wash in one hand and the conditioner in the other. I tap the conditioner and turn around so he has easier access to my hair.
“Does the government know about you guys? That this planet is a hot tourist destination?”
“If they do I’m not privy to that information. But if I had to guess? The answer would be no
.”
“Why’s that?”
“Usually when a civilization who’s yet to achieve deep space travel comes into contact with intergalactic authorities, it’s because a hostile race is trying to conquer and enslave them. In which case, there are institutions out there who protect those worlds. My family’s company is one of them.”
“Really?”
Dorran works the conditioner into the tips of my hair. “Remember when I spoke of the satellite relays I work on?”
“Yes.”
“Those satellites monitor planets that need protecting and we have no contracts with Earth, so…my guess is that this place is still somewhat of a hidden gem.”
“And what’s with the archeology?”
“That comes into play when a planet is pillaged and historical artifacts get stolen.”
“Sounds dangerous.”
“It can be,” Dorran agrees, but his tone remains light as he massages my scalp. I struggle to sort through all my questions.
“Are there a lot of aliens on Earth right now?”
“Oh, not so many. Maybe a few thousand.”
I gasp. “Seems like a lot to me, considering it was only yesterday that there were no aliens on Earth.”
“Oh they were here; you just didn’t know. Besides, is it so bad to have us on your world?” Dorran asks. “To have me on your world?” He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me flush against his body, holding me.
“No. It’s wonderful,” I tell him breathily. For a moment, my intention is to express how amazing it is that Earth is a part of an intergalactic community. But the far more pertinent issue at hand is the fact that Dorran is here, with his body pressed to mine. I turn my cheek towards him and he dips to rest his forehead against me.
How can it be like this, I wonder? He’s an alien. I’m a human. We’ve only just met, and still…it feels so right, so intimate. Should I be fighting it? Fearing it? And can I, after letting Dorran hold me, just let him move on to the next woman? Let him find love in another?
His dual cocks press against my ass, fully engorged and straining. And I can’t help myself, I wiggle my body—letting him slip subtly over the wet globes of my ass. He doesn’t miss the motion and he gives me a squeeze.
“Carly,” he growls. “I will not allow you to be late for work.”
