Page 47 of Her Alien Neighbor

“Good girl, Vanessa,” he says as he nuzzles my neck, “So good. Take all of me.” His tongue moves down to my chest until his lips close over my nipple.

When his teeth brush against the hardened tip, I throw my head back and scream. I have no idea what I say, or if I even formed words, I just know it’s impossible to stay silent with what his body is doing to mine.

“Wait,” he says, pulling all the way out. I whimper at how empty I suddenly feel. Axil reaches down and runs two fingers along my slit, then puts them directly in his mouth, obscenely licking off my juices as he watches me. “There is nothing sweeter than you,” he says as he reaches down, going for more. I assume he’s going to lick his fingers clean again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he just pulls me close and slides back in.

“Yesss,” I whisper, scraping my nails lightly against his scalp with each pump. I feel myself getting closer, my back arching as everything inside me tightens like a bowstring about to snap.

He kisses me, his lips brutal and rough as he swallows my screams, my muscles tightening as my release edges closer. Then I feel something… else. Something pressed against my asshole, circling it. I jerk back to look at him, a question in his eyes. “Banana?” he asks.

“No,” I reply quickly, surprising even me. It’s not something I’ve ever done, or even thought I could do, given my reluctance in the front. My backdoor has been locked up tight, and I hadn’t really considered changing that policy. Maybe Iamvanilla, as Sam’s nickname for me suggests, including in the bedroom. Or maybe I haven’t been with anyone I felt safe trying new things with. I guess it doesn’t matter. All I know is that with Axil, I want more. I want it all.

He uses my come to lubricate the area before slowly entering me with his finger. Instinctively, I hold my breath, not knowing if what I’m feeling is good or bad. It just feels tight. My entire body feels tight.

“Shh, relax. You must breathe for me,” he says. I take a few shallow breaths, and I feel myself let go. As the breaths get deeper, Axil’s finger continues to push deeper inside me, and I start to feel full. So utterly filled by Axil as he fucks me in both holes. I never expected to enjoy this, but when he eases the second finger in, I clench around him. My hips writhe as I chase my release, and within moments, my entire body is shaking.

He removes his fingers and holds me in place, my body boneless as he pounds into me. Axil roars his release, his forehead pressed against my chest as his hips jerk erratically.

We exchange soft words and gentle kisses as we come down, then Axil tosses me onto my back on the bed, my head bouncing against the pillow. Then he wraps me in his arms and pulls me close until we’re on our sides. Our legs entwine as we lie there, and he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of my nose before rubbing it with his.

We grow silent for several minutes, just holding each other close. “I liked that,” I tell him.

“Yeah?” he asks, brushing a lock of hair behind my ear. “You would do it again?”

“I think so,” I reply honestly, realizing this is the most vulnerable I’ve ever felt with another person. Not during sex, or even when he stuck a finger in my ass––those were intimate moments, but I didn’t feel as exposed as I do right now, talking about sex after the fact. “I trust you.”

His lips curve into a lopsided, boyish smile. “I know this is a gift you do not give freely, so I am honored.”

I chuckle, agreeing with him. There are very few people I trust, and Axil is the only man in the bunch. He’s the only one who was willing to wait for me to be ready to have sex, and it turned out, he didn’t need to wait all that long. I wanted this, probably from the moment I met him, if I’m being honest with myself. There’s just something about him.

Moments later, I shoot up in bed at a startling realization. “We forgot to use protection.” I drop my head in my hands. “Fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.”

I hear the bed shift next to me, and when I look up, Axil’s gone. I hear the sink turn on in the adjoining bathroom, and when he returns, he places a black box on the nightstand next to me. Condoms. The biggest ones I’ve ever seen, in fact.

“It was a thoughtless mistake,” he says with a sigh. “I am deeply sorry, Vanessa.”

“It’s okay,” I mutter as I examine the box. “Jesus, were these made for dinosaur dicks?”

He chuckles as he takes a wet cloth and wipes the inside of my thighs.

“I forgot too,” I remind him. “It should be fine. Not that I’ve ever had to worry about it, really. I don’t know what happened.”

I suck in a breath as he moves the cloth over the seam of my pussy, cleaning off the come that continues to spill out of me. Then he tosses the cloth into the hamper and climbs back into bed. “Whatever comes of this, if anything comes from it, I am with you. Fully. I shall do whatever you want.”

Leaning in, I kiss his lips, deep and quick. “Thank you,” I tell him. He didn’t need to say those words, but I appreciate that he took the time to do so, knowing I was anxious about it.

“What are your plans for tonight?” he asks.

I search my mind, trying to remember everything I haven’t gotten done. “Well, I––”

“And tomorrow? And the next day?”

Laughing, I push against his chest, playfully, as he tries pulling me closer. Then he rolls us until I’m lying on top of him, my chin resting above his beating heart. “Well, I have to go dress shopping at some point with Sam for this stupid reunion.”

“Reunion?” he asks, running his fingers through my hair.

“Yeah, it’s our high school reunion,” I say, sighing. “Twenty years. Can you believe it’s happening right when I’m home? What kind of twisted sorcery is that?” I truly do not want to go, but Sam feels like she has to go since they’re including her in some slideshow they made, and I can’t let her go alone. Especially knowing Beth and Trevor will be there, and knowing what he did to Sam…I would never forgive myself if she had a panic attack like I did, and no one was there to carry her out.

There’s also a chance that upon seeing Trevor again, I’ll have another panic attack. I really don’t want that to happen, but there’s also a part of me that wants to face these assholes and show them I’m okay. That they don’t own me. I’m sick of feeling like I can’t go anywhere in this town because I might run into Beth or Trevor or even Caitlyn.

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