down the other, kiss him, taste him, and ride his cock until I couldn’t think straight. I wanted to have mind-blowing, amazing sex with someone I was actually attracted to for the first time in my life. No fumbling hands. No lies. No manipulation. No games. Just raw animal lust.
And that was insane because all we’d done was talk. I’d hand him a new flavor of ice cream, we’d chat as he ate the cone, then he would leave. I knew little about him and it wasn’t like he was from Kansas or California. He was from another planet. What could we have in common? What made me interested in him? Oh yeah, he was hot and it seemed I had an inner sex fiend wanting to come out.
I wanted to be an animal, at least once in my life. I wanted to have the kind of kinky, hot sex I read about in my favorite books.
I wanted Jorik. Over me. Inside me. Touching me. Making me come until I couldn’t think at all.
3
Gabriela
“Are you all right?”
Jorik was right behind me. He didn’t touch me, but he was so close I could feel the heat radiating off him.
I nodded but continued to stare at the door. Afraid to move. Afraid if I turned around, I’d jump him. Or worse… he’d leave. They always left, in the end.
“Gabriela,” he said. “I must touch you.”
Oh god, that voice. Those words. Was I hearing things? He’d called me his female in the store. I’d heard that. Not my imagination. Right?
I closed my eyes and gently banged my forehead against the cool surface of the door. It had to be the stress. I was nowhere near hot enough for this gorgeous man—alien—to want me like that. I had long black hair. Straight. No curl. Boring. My skin was good, the Latino heritage from my parents making my clear brown skin my best feature. But after that? No. I was a solid ten sizes above fashionable and hadn’t been touched by a boy since high school.
Not that I didn’t have needs. My inner kink was alive and well—just lonely. It’s just that taking a spin with B-O-B—my battery activated boyfriend—a couple times a week was a lot easier than having my heart broken over and over… and over. “Maybe you should go, Jorik. I don’t think—I…”
“Please, Gabriela. I need to touch you.”
“What do you mean?” Not hallucinating. He’d actually…
He leaned down, the fan of his breath a warm caress on my neck. “You are so beautiful, Gabriela. So soft. I can’t hold back any longer. I must feel you beneath my fingers. My lips. Learn every inch of you. What pleases you, what makes you whimper.”
He kissed my cheek, bending way, way down to do it. Holy shit, he was huge. I wondered if his cock was as big as the rest of him.
“Writhe.”
Goose bumps broke out on my skin. His voice. God. It was so deep, it rumbled through my chest. My nipples were hard as rocks, pressing against my bra.
“Beg.”
“Jorik,” I said.
“My beast can’t hold back any longer. We must have you.”
My panties were ruined, just because of his words. His inner beast was about to be introduced to mine—except she was half-starved and very fucking naughty.
“Yes,” I whispered, still afraid to turn around.
That didn’t deter him, for his hands went to my waist as his mouth settled on my neck, kissing, licking, sucking at that tender flesh.
I gasped at the contact, at his… voraciousness. His hands moved, roved over me. Hips to belly, waist to breasts, back to my hips and down my thighs, up and over my pussy. They didn’t stop moving, just learned me.
I heated at the contact, going molten. Soft. My palms pressed into the door, my forehead pressing into the cool surface.
“Jorik,” I said again, this time all breathy.
He was turning me on unlike anyone before him, and I was still fully clothed. God, could I come from just this?
I heard a rumble, almost a growl. With my head tipped down, I watched as he dropped to his knees behind me. His hands dropped to my ankles then slid up the outside of my legs, over my shorts, to my stomach. From there, he moved up, cupping my large breasts through my bra and T-shirt. “I want you naked, Gabriela. I want to touch you everywhere. Taste you. Fill you with my cock. Make you come over and over again.”
He rolled my hard nipples in both of his hands and I moaned, pressing into the touch. No one should be able to do this to me with my clothes on. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was want. “Yes. Yes. Everything.”
I felt a shudder pass through him where he’d pressed his head to my back, his chest to my ass, his hands—were shaking.
Had I done that to him? Was he as mindless and desperate as I? Did he need me to touch him? Kiss him? Taste him?
I turned in his arms so my back was to the door. Even on his knees, his face was nearly even with mine. God, he was huge. His dark eyes were glazed with lust and something else, something I’d never seen on a man’s face before and couldn’t hope to name. Didn’t dare, not when it looked so much like—reverence. Like worship.
Like love.
But that was impossible. Wasn’t it? I barely knew him.
He froze as I lifted my hands to his face, cupped his cheek, traced his lower lip with my thumb. He was beautiful. Truly beautiful. “I’m going to kiss you now.” Why I made the announcement, I had no idea, but I felt like I needed to give him fair warning, as if he needed to brace himself. Maintain control. Mentally prepare for an onslaught to the senses that would put him over the edge.
I shuddered. Or maybe the warning was for me. I didn’t do this. I didn’t have sex with strangers. I didn’t have sex with aliens. Hell, I didn’t have sex. I never felt comfortable with my body, hated looking in the mirror. That I wanted to strip naked and give anyone all of me was so foreign to my being I was having trouble making sense of the moment.
But I wasn’t going to waste this opportunity either. Jorik was gorgeous. Rockstar, movie star, sex god beautiful. And for whatever reason, he seemed to want this just as much as I did.
Lowering my head, slowly, so slowly, I stared into his eyes as I got closer. Closer. Closing them the briefest moment before my lips touched his.
He let me have my way, his huge hands resting on my hips, unmoving, as I explored and tasted. God, he tasted good. Indescribable. Perfect.
When I slipped my tongue into his mouth, he moved, tugging at my shorts until I wiggled out of them. Eager for some skin on skin action, I pulled my T-shirt off over my head until I stood before him in my panties and bra.
He looked his fill, taking in every inch of me. I waited for some sign of disappointment, but there
