Page 40 of Her Alien Neighbor

Breathing hard, barely able to keep from crawling out of my skin, I say, “Okay. I will not move them.”

The moment the words leave my mouth, I am on her again, this time, kissing along her collarbone, then moving down the center of her chest. She rolls her hips as she tips her head back, moaning.

While I enjoy the taste of her skin, and the floral scents of the shampoo and soap she used in the shower, not being able to put my hands on her is pure misery. There is so much of her to hold, to grip and caress, and I can only use my mouth. She deserves all I can give her, and she will only allow me to give a little. I try adapting to her rules. I really do try. But after using my tongue and lips and teeth all over her top half, I grow frustrated.

“Please, Vanessa,” I groan, rubbing the coarse hairs of my beard against her nipple, causing her body to jerk. “Let me touch you.”

She looks down at me, her hair starting to dry, the front pieces falling in waves. “But I’m not done torturing you,” she whispers.

“That is the goal? To torture me?” I grit, my tone harsher than necessary, but this female has me dangling on the edge of my control.

Vanessa chuckles, a look of pure mischief on her face as she starts unbuttoning my shirt. She places a kiss on every new inch of exposed skin. When she reaches my chest, she looks up at me through her lashes. “How else could I repay you for that disastrous meeting with the listing agent?”

My grip on the back of the couch tightens. “So you are punishing me?” I ask, aghast at her words. This was all to wind me up? To what end? “I thought we moved past that.”

She continues undressing me, then slides between my legs until she is kneeling on the floor. The final button is released, and she opens my shirt, her eyes widening as she takes in my bare chest. “We have moved on,” she says, her eyes traveling down my stomach. “Water under the bridge. Especially after last night. That orgasm you gave me settled the score.”

I am confused. “Then what are you doing?”

She finishes unbuckling my belt, and I watch as her hands swiftly undo the button at my waist and pull down the zipper. Then she reaches in, her small hand wrapped around my cock as she frees it. Her hand moves up and down my length, gently at first, then adding more pressure. I suck in a breath. It is one thing to see Vanessa naked and kneeling before me. It is quite another to have that, plus her mouth, so close to the head of my cock; precome already pooling at the tip.

I have no idea what she is planning, but I am willing to wager I will not last more than a minute. Most likely, thirty seconds.

When she does reveal her plan, it is not at all what I expected her to say.

“I’m thanking you for the burritos,” she says, then flattens her tongue against the base of my cock and drags it slowly up to the tip.

My hips buck before I can ask a follow-up question, lost to the feel of her smooth, hot tongue on me.

“No man has ever brought me breakfast in bed before,” she mutters, then wraps her lips around the head, sucking hard.

I can hear my heart thundering through my chest as a rumbling growl climbs up my throat.

“So good too,” she says, lapping at the head as if it were a lollipop. The wooden frame of the couch begins to creak as my knuckles turn white. “And big. It was the tastiest, juiciest, biggest burrito I’ve ever had, to be honest. I’m still full.”

“You should stop,” I say through gritted teeth, a sheen of sweat now covering my brow.

She removes her tongue to ask in an innocent tone, “Why would I do that?”

My chest heaves as her breath fans my cock, her lips moving closer…closer, without touching me. “Because your mouth feels too good, and I do not know how much longer I can hold back.”

She sticks her tongue out, giving it a single lick. Her eyes glazed with desire. “So don’t.”

Then she takes me deep, stroking me with her hand while her head bobs and her lips move around my cock. “Vanessa,” I groan, throwing my head back. She swirls her tongue around me, and the moment she uses her other hand to massage my sac, I erupt. My hips jerk forcefully, then erratically as I pour my hot seed down her delicate throat.

She reaches a point where she can take no more, and I watch in awe as it dribbles down her chin, droplets of white landing on her breasts. The sight of my come on her skin unlocks something within me. A primal desperation to rub my seed into her flesh, to cover her entire body in it until she is thoroughly marked as mine. I have never felt this with another. It is unexpected, and the intensity of it is…unsettling.

I expect my draxilio to say something, to encourage me to stop, or to keep my heart protected from Vanessa’s clutches, but he remains quiet. Is he starting to like her? Or even, see her as ours?

My ragged breaths start to even out, and it is then that I realize she is laughing. “What? What is it?”

She points to the back of the couch, now uneven and forming a strange shape. “You broke my couch.”

Incredulous, I crane my neck to inspect it, and sure enough, the wooden frame is cracked in two parts along the back of the couch where each of my hands were. I could apologize. I certainlyshouldapologize, but ultimately, if Vanessa let me touch her, the couch would still be intact.

When I turn to face her, ready to tell her this is her fault, she has wiped my come from her chin, and still looks playfully amused at the fact that I destroyed her furniture. Before she can protest, I lift her off the floor and toss her onto the couch next to me where she lands on her back, her breasts bouncing. “Hey! I didn’t say you could touch me yet!” she squeals as I remove my shirt and shove my pants down to my ankles.

Then I cover her body with mine and whisper, “You had your fun” before pressing my lips to hers. “It’s my turn now.”

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