Page 8 of Protected By the Alien Bodyguard

“Kayla,” Jaraz groans, tilting his head up to stare at the ceiling. His expression is absolutely tortured, almost pained. I tug his shirt up, running my fingers across the skin near his waistband. I don’t stop, a smile tugging at my lips as he shudders. He could easily stop this. He could step away. He has the strength to completely overpower me. Instead, he stands completely still, eyes closed as if savoring every sensation.

“There’s so much I want to do to you, little one,” his voice is rough as he speaks.

“Tell me,” I demand, my confidence rising.

“You mean what I’d do after throwing you onto that bed and spreading your legs?” He asks, his head lowering so that he can stare me directly in the eye. A devilish smirk plays on his lips. A challenge. One I can turn and run from. One that I’d spend the rest of my life wondering about. Or one that I can embrace.

A thrill runs through my body at my decision. It gathers between my legs, my core growing slick.

Jaraz moves then. Not as fast as I was expecting. He doesn’t snatch me up and throw me over his shoulder caveman style. No, he cradles me in his arms like I am someone precious. He carries me the few steps to the bed and places me in it softly, reverently. His warm hand cups my cheek as he leans over me.

“Well, first I’d lick that little cunt of yours,” he tells me, his voice rolling over me like dark silk. His hand slowly drapes over my neck, pinning me in place. He squeezes ever so gently, not once breaking his intense gaze. “And only once I have had my fill, I’ll listen to your begging for me to finish you. But I guarantee that you’ll come apart on my tongue more than once.”

Jaraz pulls away suddenly, his touch leaving a burning brand upon me. He probably mistakes my trembling for fear when in reality my entire body yearns for him desperately. I snatch at him, refusing to let him leave. He can’t get me this worked up just to abandon me now.

“Please,” I whisper, already begging. I’m so strung up right now that it won’t take much for me to shatter. To further show him that I’m willing, I let my knees fall open.

Jaraz’s nostrils flare. For a moment I fear he’s going to walk away, but the smile that spreads across his face is absolutely devastating. My heart beats frantically, faster than a panic attack, as his fingers trail between my breasts and down my stomach. I tremble as he easily unbuttons my jeans, but obediently lift my hips so that he can pull them off of me.

I’m about to have sex with an alien, the thought keeps circling in my mind. I should be afraid, like what if he has tentacles or something. This is so wrong... yet I want this. And I mean... would tentacles be so bad? It’ll certainly be an experience that I’ll remember.

It’s not long before I’m half-naked in front of him, sprawled out on the bed. Unlike me, Jaraz is completely calm and collected. Actually, given the very sizable bulge that’s growing ever larger in his pants, it’s safer to say he’s as excited as well.

“Take your pants off too,” I tell him.

Jaraz hesitates for only a moment before he starts to strip off all his clothing. I’m a little shocked to see some of the small scars that trace along his arms and chest—little pink lines against the dark red of his skin. He jolts when I reach out to touch his heated body, running a soft finger over an old wound.

“Wounds from work,” he tells me. “Back when I was a bodyguard.”

His voice is clipped and monotone, and I immediately get the impression he doesn’t want to discuss it. It doesn’t matter; I’m not going to push him to open up if he’s not ready. Besides, my attention is completely captivated when he hooks his thumbs into his waistband and pulls his pants down.

My first thought is that he’s going commando—no underwear. I’m honestly not prepared for the giant red appendage that just shoots out from the material.

He has a penis. Only, it’s a bit different from what I expected.

“It’s certainly, ahem, a bit more textured than what I’m used to,” I state out loud, gazing at what has to be a weapon. It’s as long as my arm! Is it even going to fit?

“What are these bumps?” I ask, stroking a finger over one of the two bulges on his penis. I bite my lip when Jaraz moans, his whole body shuddering with my light touch.

“My seed pouches,” he replies, his voice rough. His hand covers mine, guiding my tentative touches into firm strokes. I do my best to wrap my fingers around him, but he’s so thick that my fingertips don’t meet. That, and the various bumps across his appendage provide a texture beneath my palms that I know will probably destroy me from the inside out—in a good way.

“Your... pouches? Are these your balls?” I pause my stroking to gaze at them with a mixture of awe and shock.

Jaraz only laughs, the sound choked and strained as he desperately attempts to focus on higher-level brain functions.

“Is that what human males call their seed pouches? I have never understood why they are a separate part of their body. Squeeze here, yes, just like that,” his fingers squeeze my hand while another strokes my hair, as if I’m a pet.

I squirm, pressing my thighs together as my clit pulses and a flush of heat emanates from me. Is he going to call me a good girl?

“I will not achieve release unless you are wrapped around me,” he tells me. “I can and will remain hard until your body grips mine, until you reach your peak. Only then will my seed be released.”

If what he says is true, then this guy isn’t a couple of pumps kind of guy. He’s in for the long run. And from the way he looks at me, his dark gaze so intense that it feels like my entire body is on fire, I suspect that he’s going for a marathon.

“Of course, I don’t intend to let you find your release just once. If we continue this, Kayla, I will ruin you for every other male. You will think of no one but me.”

There’s something in his words, in his phrasing, that sends little alarm bells through my head. He’s telling me he will never give me up, never let me go. He will possess me, in every way possible. He’s giving me a chance to flee while I still have the chance.

I always run away.

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