Alien Desire: A sci-fi contemporary menage romance (Stargazers Book 2) (3 page)

Chapter Three: Four's a Crowd

“I wonder what they're doing now. She could be back here with us, like I was hoping would happen all during that stupid movie,” Ford grumbled.

“Having sex, I suspect,” Larch said. They had gone back to his place to commiserate.

“What's up with that? Pax? Really? He's such a drip—gives off bad vibes.” Ford frowned, sipping a glass of wine.

“Yes, Pax. I know, man. I agree.” Larch sighed, “But she's into him.” He grinned. “I guess we're not enough for her.”

“Good Lord. I thought bringing you into this was madness, but Pax? He's a ball of insecurities and issues with women.” Ford rolled his eyes. “Not the menage type, I'd think.”

“I doubt we'll be in on it for a while.” Larch looked glum.

“Oh? What do you mean?” Ford didn't like the sound of that at all.

“I mean, she's going to have to seduce him solo. There won't be group anything for a while with him. I mean, you know how he's been since his wife left him.” Larch swigged his beer.

“Yes, like a whipped, pissed off puppy. I know.” Ford closed his eyes. “Dammit. I miss her already. I hope she talks him into this thing soon, or I'll have to intervene.”

Larch gave him the eye. “Don't you dare. If you do, it will all blow up. We have to give her time and respect if it takes her away more than we'd like. That's what she wants.”

“Oh, really? So, you're the expert?” Ford plunked his drink down, glowering.

“I actually talked to her, and that's what she told me.” Larch met his gaze, unwavering.

“I see.” Ford felt like gum on someone's shoe.

She deserves time and so much more.

“Well, I guess we'll just have to wait.” Ford stood, stretching. “But I'm not going to enjoy it.”

“I won't either.” Larch shrugged. “I do have an idea, though. Do you have some nice stationery?”

“Of course.” Ford grinned.

“It's love letter time, bro.” Larch winked at him.

* * * *

“I'm sorry it's messy,” Pax said as he let Gina in to his apartment.

It wasn't messy at all.

“It's fine. Honestly, it's really neat.”

“You think so?” He raised an eyebrow.

“I do. Maybe you have a touch of OCD.” She laughed.

“That's very likely. It comes with the territory of what we do, I think. Glass of wine?” He smiled and walked over to the kitchen area.

“Sure...white if you have it.” Gina sat down on his couch, feeling a bit nervous. Maybe this was the wrong thing to do. She still couldn't believe herself—how forward she was acting but also how intuitive she had been about Pax.

He needs to love again. I know I can help him find out how to trust and enjoy being with a woman again.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Pax broke into her reverie as he set down her wine glass on the living room table.

“Just admiring your place.”

“Thanks. It's sparse, but that's how I like it. I spend the most time inside my head, so I don't care much about anything beyond clean and functional décor.” He sat next to her with a glass of whiskey.

“I understand.”

He cleared his throat. “So, now I feel awkward. I hope you know what you're getting into.” Pax took a long swig of whiskey.

“Keep drinking, and you won't feel that way. I do know what I'm getting into, by the way. I'm happy about it.” Gina laughed softly, drinking a sip of her wine.

Pax walked over to a record player and turned on some soft jazz. The seductive notes filled the air, though Gina couldn't have named the artists.

“Jazz? Really?” Gina grinned.

“Yes, my favorite. Is this okay for you?”

“It's great. Just being here is wonderful. You can be yourself, Pax. I like you, just as you are, especially now that you've let a little of your wall down. You need people, you know?” She touched his knee.

“I know.” He drank the rest of his whiskey. “I've been thinking about you all day. It's driving me crazy.”

“Oh, really?” She arched a brow. “I guess you would have just gone nuts, then, if I hadn't made the first move.”

He sighed. “Probably so.”

“But I guess we'll never know now.” Gina put her wine glass down with a decided thunk. She reached for his tumbler and took it, too.

Without another word, she reached for him, pressing her mouth against his.

* * * *

Pax groaned at the taste of her—sweetness and a little salt from earlier. He wanted to be inside of her, to never come up for breath. He traced her tongue with his, holding her tighter. He wasn't sure how long he could wait to have her.

“Hey...” she pulled away and smiled at him.

“Yes?” His voice was hoarse with need.

“What do you want to do? What's your fantasy?” Gina stared at him, unflinching.

His pulse thrummed. “Just to be with you.”

She shook her head. “I won't let you put me off. What do you want to do, like to do?” Gina ran her fingers through his hair, and he closed his eyes.

He unzipped his pants, feeling flushed. “I've been thinking about this—about you going down on me in my office, specifically. I can hardly get any work done.” Pax let his cock spring free from his boxer shorts.

“Right to the point, eh? I think I can handle that, and we'll do it in your office soon enough. I want to make you feel good right here and now.”

Her voice was a purr, and his erection was painful with the want of her. Gina's hands around his cock were cool and soft. He sucked in a breath. It had been ages since a woman had touched him this way, and he couldn't remember the last time he had wanted any woman more than Gina.

She took his cock into her mouth, just the tip, sucking.

“Oh, dammit.”

“You like that?” Gina whispered, swallowing him down to the root.

“Yes. Please don't stop.” Every nerve ending in his cock was screaming as Gina moved up and down on him with her mouth, massaging his balls with one hand as she gripped the base of his cock hard in her right hand.

“Don't worry. I won't. I want you to come on my face.”

He whimpered at the sizzle of passion that went through him at her words. “I don't know--”

“Shh. I do. I want you to own me—to put your mark on me.” Gina worked his cock like an expert—like neither Allyson nor any other woman ever had. He knew he was going to blow, even though he wanted to hold back. Pax didn't want to seem selfish or like he couldn't hold out, but this time, he couldn't.

“Give in. Come for me. I want your hot cum all over my face, baby,” Gina whispered and whimpered.

“Dammit. I'm trying to hold out.” He fought the rising tide of his orgasm, but it was no use when he gazed into her green eyes.

Pax couldn't hold out any longer. His orgasm overtook him. Gina sucked hard and then let him go. He watched as he spurted hot fluid all over her face—her gorgeous mouth and cheeks thick with it.

“Shit.” He didn't know what else to say. Pax was completely overwhelmed by Gina's passion and want of him. No woman had ever made herself that vulnerable to him...on what wasn't even a first date.

Gina stared into his eyes and slowly licked the cum that was around her mouth.

“I'll get something to clean you off with.” Pax stumbled up, feeling like an oaf.

“It's okay. I like it. I like you.” Gina grinned at him when he returned with a warm, wet cloth. She wiped her face, somehow making even that motion seem sensuous. Then, she stood, slowly stripping off each article of her clothing.

Pax's erection stirred again. He would be ready to go again very soon. Gina had that effect on him. “You're so gorgeous, Gina.” And she was. Everything about her was perfection—curvy and delicious.

“Thank you. You're not too bad yourself.” She stepped out of her panties, completely naked.

He wanted to make her feel as good as she had just made him feel. Pax knelt down in front of her and pulled her thighs apart gently. Without a word, he parted the lips of her labia and set his tongue to work, tasting and exploring her.

“That feels good.” She moaned, gripping his head with her hands and arching against his mouth.

He continued to lick and stroke her clit with his tongue, working in a rhythm. The sound of her breath quickening made his own erection return. “Come for me, Gina. You're so beautiful. I love the way you taste—so sweet.”

“I am. Oh, that feels amazing.”

He twirled his tongue around her clit and pushed two fingers inside of her. “Now, baby.”

At his command, Gina exploded from the inside out, bucking against his mouth and gripping his head tightly. “Oh, wow. Oh my god.” She panted.

Pax smiled and stood. He took her into his arms and held her, reveling in the sweetness of her body against his.

“That...was something else,” Gina whispered.

He stroked her hair, worry already filling him in spite of his contentment.

I hope I won't regret this.

Chapter Four: Save It Till the Morning After

Pax rolled over in bed, studying her with a careful eye. She was gorgeous, even sleeping with no makeup. In fact, he thought she was most beautiful that way. “It's time to get up, sleepy head,” he whispered, kissing her forehead.

She moaned. “Umm. It can't be.”

“It is. It's Thursday, and we need to get in to work before everyone is talking.”

Gina laughed and stretched. “Everyone already is, I'm sure, since we left together last night.

A twinge of worry ran through Pax. He hoped Ford and Larch would be cool with this situation. He still wasn't ready to share Gina either...

“Penny for your thoughts?” Gina asked, sitting up, a smile playing at her full lips.

“Nothing. Just thinking about the work.”

“I doubt it. Whatever it was...if it's about us, you don't have to worry.” She touched his arm, and it tingled where her fingers lay.

“I hope you're right.” He sighed.

“Hey, hey.” She pulled Pax into her arms, and he closed his eyes. “I told you we'll move at your pace. It's just you and me for now—not with the other two. Not until you're ready for it.” She kissed his neck, and he moaned.

“I wish we could just stay in bed.”

Gina let go of him and wagged a finger at him. “Me too, but we have a lot to get done today.” She slid out of bed.

Pax enjoyed watching her get dressed. “I'm glad you pursued me.” He grinned.

She laughed. “Me too. Generally, I get what I want in life. I've just never been so ambitious about...my lovers.”

“Hmm. I can't believe that. You seemed pretty ambitious last night.” Pax's cock stirred at the memory of her mouth on him.

“I was. Wasn't I?” Gina sighed. “I have to go. I'm sorry. I'll shower back at my place.”

He frowned. “You can stay. It's no problem. I'd like you to, actually.”

She shook her head. “I have things to take care of before I go in to work.”

“Oh.” Pax glowered, looking away from her.

“No. Not Larch and Ford.” Gina squeezed his arm as she rounded the bed. “I have a call to make and some bills I need to get mailed out today. You know, life stuff.” She laughed lightly.

“Good. I don't want to think about them.” Jealousy suffused his veins. How was he going to deal with this situation? He wanted Gina all to himself.

“Don't. I won't bring you into things now until you're ready, but I can't promise that I won't see them.” She slipped her high heels back on as he followed her in to the den.

“Right. I know.” He hated it. He wanted her all to himself, but she was her own woman. Pax had known the deal going in, and he had to honor it.

“Good.” She stood on her tiptoes and kissed his forehead.

“I'll see you later. Maybe we can do dinner.” He hoped, oh, he wanted to so badly.

“Maybe.” Gina tilted her head and smiled. Then, she was gone.

Worry filled him as soon as the door shut. “Why the hell did I think I could share her?” Pax punched the wall with his fist, leaving and indentation. He didn't care. All he could think about was his co-workers...and Gina. Together.

“Dammit.” He was going for a run before he blew apart.

* * * *

A note lay under Gina's door when she arrived back a few minutes later. She grinned, wondering what Larch or Ford or both were up to now.

Closing the door behind her, she opened it.

Dearest Mistress,

Your humble servants, Larch and Ford, request your presence tonight at dinner by candlelight at 7pm at Ford's apartment. Bring yourself. Clothing optional, of course. We'll take care of the rest.