Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) (37 page)

“May I touch you?” Joran asked.
“I wish to touch you.”

“Yeah,” Adriana said, feeling
breathless without knowing why. “Yeah, you can touch me.”

Joran closed the distance
between them, and Adriana shivered as his hands brushed against her skin,
caressing her tentatively. She bit her bottom lip as Joran cupped her breasts,
giving them a careful, light squeeze. Adriana moaned, closing her eyes, as her
nipples began to harden to his touch.

“This is interesting,” Joran
murmured, his fingertips closing around her already-firm nipples. He rolled the
firm, tight buds between his fingers, sending jolts of pleasure through
Adriana’s body. “I have seen naked human females…” Joran said slowly. “But I
did not know the response was so rapid.” He gave one of her nipples a firmer
tweak and Adriana gasped, arching into his touch.

Before Adriana could get used
to his attentions to her breasts, Joran’s hands wandered downward, sliding
along her waist, brushing against her hips. “This is your sex organ,” Joran
said in an almost-question, as his fingers pressed against the already-slick
folds of her pussy.

“Yes,” Adriana said with a
moan, pushing her hips down against his touch. She wasn’t sure if she was
answering his question or inviting more contact. Joran began to stroke her, his
fingers working between her drenched folds. He murmured something in a language
she didn’t understand, touching her more and more firmly until he found her
clit. Adriana moaned out, long and low, reaching out to grab at Joran’s hard,
almost unyielding body impulsively.

“I want you, Adriana. I want to
have you.” Joran leaned in close and brushed his lips against hers. “Say
yes—please.” Adriana chuckled lowly, shivering as Joran’s fingers swirled
around her clit, rubbing and stroking.

“Oh-okay,” she said, her breath
catching in her throat as one of Joran’s fingers moved down, slipping between
her inner labia and pushing inside of her body slowly.

“I will make you—what is the
word? Come?” Adriana chuckled again, breathlessly, her hips rocking and
twisting in reaction to his surprisingly deft touches.

“I can…believe that,” she said.
Adriana let her hands trail over Joran’s body curiously, exploring and
touching, almost caressing.

Joran led her towards the bed,
continuing to stroke and rub her, working her pussy with his fingers until all
Adriana could think about was how good it felt, and the fact that she wanted
more; his strangeness, the fact that he was a completely different species,
paled before the pleasure his adept touches stirred inside of her. Joran pushed
her gently onto her back, quickly covering her body with his own, his hands
wandering all over her sensitive skin. “I have wanted to taste a human for a
long time,” Joran said. “May I?” Adriana, lost in a haze of desire, could only
nod her acceptance, barely able to comprehend the question.

Adriana was surprised when
Joran brought his lips down against hers, kissing her hungrily; she realized as
his tongue slid into her mouth, probing and tasting, that it was ever so
slightly forked at the end—an anatomical difference that sent a rush of ideas
through her mind. He broke away from her lips almost reluctantly and began to
kiss a path down her body, nipping at her throat, licking almost delicately at
the sensitive skin just above her collarbones. He lingered at her breasts for
what seemed like a long time, examining every inch of each mound with lips and
tongue and teeth until Adriana thought she might actually die if he continued
to tease her—and then realized that he was not teasing, he was genuinely fascinated
by her body.

Before Adriana could say
anything to prompt him, Joran continued downward, his breath brushing against
the skin of her abdomen, tickling her. Adriana squirmed and writhed, feeling
herself getting wetter and wetter, her inner muscles flexing convulsively.
Joran nuzzled her hip as he spread her legs wide, glancing up at her with his
unearthly eyes. “You smell very good,” Joran murmured, kissing the crest of her
hip.

“Th-thank you,” Adriana
murmured, her hips moving automatically as she writhed. Joran smiled slightly,
licking his lips with his forked tongue, and then dove between her legs. He
buried his face against her slick labia, rubbing his face back and forth, and
Adriana cried out, her head falling back against the soft blankets. Adriana
grabbed convulsively at Joran’s shoulder as he flicked his tongue up and down
along her wet folds, the forked tip fluttering slightly as he nuzzled in
deeper. Adriana’s hips bucked, her back arching up off of the bed as Joran
sucked and licked hungrily, as if he was a starving man.

She moaned out, grabbing and
touching Joran as he worshipped her with his mouth, bringing his tongue up to
her clit and then retreating. He teased her relentlessly, and in the back of
her mind—the only part of her mind that was still capable of thought—Adriana
wondered where he had learned what he was doing, what kind of research the
alien had done. But the thought evaporated as Joran’s lips and tongue worked
her, sending jolts of sensation through her body. Adriana’s pleasure mounted
and mounted, burning away at every nerve, tingling through her body as she
became more and more turned on.

Joran’s forked tongue flickered
against her clit, the split tip vibrating against the cluster of nerves,
swirling in tight circles around her pleasure center. Adriana pitched and
arched, moaning out over and over again. All at once, it seemed, Adriana cried
out as wave after wave of pleasure rushed through her, almost overwhelming her.
She grabbed at him desperately; Joran didn’t let up even as her orgasm crashed
through her body, lighting up her nervous system, sending hot and cold jolts of
electric pleasure through every nerve.

It wasn’t until the spasms
began to abate that Joran’s tongue and lips began to slow. He pulled back
carefully, smiling in satisfaction. Adriana panted and gasped for breath,
barely able to keep her eyes open through the haze of pleasure that fogged her
mind. “You taste very nice,” Joran told her, slithering up along her body. He
kissed her on the lips, rocking his hips against hers slowly. Adriana could
feel the heat and hardness of his erection pressing against her—it seemed
almost like a rock, radiating heat.

“Is—is that your—your sex
organ?” she asked, stumbling over the words. It seemed so strange to refer to
it that way.

“Yes,” Joran said, bringing his
lips down onto hers once more. “You feel very slick,” he observed, one hand
slipping between their bodies to stroke her soaking-wet labia. “Do you think
you can take me, Adriana?” Adriana hesitated a moment, catching her breath
before she nodded.

Joran’s cock pressed against
her labia, sliding along her folds, and Adriana took a deep breath as she felt
him guiding himself up against her. He cradled her in her arms—again she
wondered where he had learned that particular maneuver, how much he actually
knew about human sexuality—and kissed her as he thrust into her slowly. Adriana
moaned as he filled her inch-by-inch, her body yielding to the thickness of his
cock. Each bump, each ridge sent a shiver of pleasure through her until Joran’s
hips pressed against hers and he paused for a moment. “You…are very tight, very
small,” he murmured, moving just slightly inside of her. “I will be careful,
Adriana. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” she said, nodding
eagerly. Joran began to move, rocking his hips slowly. Every thrust made the
ridges and bumps along the shaft of his member rub along her inner walls.
Adriana shivered, pushing her hips down to meet Joran’s thrusts, her hands
exploring the firm planes of his back and shoulders as they moved together. She
wrapped her legs around his waist, twisting and pivoting her hips, as he began
to move faster inside of her, pushing deeper and deeper inside.

In a matter of moments, it
seemed, Adriana felt her pleasure mounting, felt the tingling electricity
coursing through her body. “God, you feel good,” she cried out as Joran filled
her up over and over again, brushing up against her g-spot with each thrust.
She cried out as she reached her second orgasm; but Joran showed no sign at all
of stopping; her climax intensified as he continued to thrust into her
steadily, his body somehow tensing. Joran shouted a string of sounds that must
be his native language, and Adriana gasped as a flood of hot, thick fluid
gushed into her; it tingled as it coated her inner walls, heightening her
orgasm until she felt overwhelmed by the pleasure. Adriana barely felt the
fluids dripping out of her as Joran’s movements began to slow, a few last
spurts of his alien ejaculate shooting into her. She collapsed against the bed,
too exhausted to fight the languor that came over her.

Joran watched Adriana
carefully, torn between concern and renewed desire; she had felt so good,
wrapped around him—so tight, so wet, so inviting. He cradled the human woman in
his arms, holding her, trying to decide whether he might have done something
wrong. He knew that some of the other scientists on the crew had already begun
experiments with human women; he was tempted to contact one of his colleagues
and ask about this particular reaction. To the best of his people’s knowledge
there should be no medical complications or allergic-type reactions between the
two species—but of course, until they knew more about humans, they couldn’t be
certain.

Adriana began to stir, and
Joran felt his heart beating a little faster. “You are okay, Adriana?” he asked
quietly.

“Mm,” she mumbled, turning
towards him. “I’m going to be walking bow-legged for a week, but I’ll survive.”

Joran frowned, puzzled at the
comment. “Explain please?” The captivating woman’s eyes opened, and Joran felt
a stirring of desire deep down at the hazy pleasure he saw on her face as she
looked up at him.

“I am not sure I even know how
to explain,” Adriana said with a short laugh, shaking her head. She bit her
bottom lip, and Joran could feel the pulse of desire in her body—and his own
body’s reaction to it. “You—your—sex organ,” she began hesitantly. “It’s really
big. Like—freakishly big, by human standards.” Joran nodded. He had been
pleasantly surprised that her body could accommodate him as easily as it did,
even knowing that human females often self-lubricated. “I will be…” she paused
again, considering. “Walking funny—do you understand?”

Joran frowned, thinking.
“Ah—yes, I see,” he said, smiling as the meaning of her words filtered through
his mind, translated into his own language. “I did not hurt you?”

Adriana shook her head. “You
did not hurt me,” she replied. “I…oh God, I just had the best sex of my life
with a damned alien.” Adriana shook her head.

“I am very good at human sex,”
Joran told her. “I have researched intensely.”

“How, exactly, did
you—research?” Adriana asked, peering up at him closely.

“Your species has a wealth of
material,” Joran explained. “This is how I know that human women must achieve
orgasm during the mating experience.” Adriana’s lips twitched.

“That—that isn’t actually
required,” she said, chuckling slightly. “I mean, it’s a big plus, but women
conceive from forced sex that they don’t enjoy in the slightest.”

Joran frowned, remembering the
films he had seen. The women in them had achieved climax in every one—it had
seemed to both him and his colleagues that this was a required component of the
experience.

“I must ask you many
questions,” Joran said. “We may have made wrong assumptions; that should be clarified.”
Adriana bit her bottom lip, and Joran wondered if this was a signal of
reproductive readiness in the species, or in her individual culture—he could
detect her arousal beginning to intensify.

“We’ll keep the ‘women must
come’ assumption on the table; if there are a bunch of you doing this, I’d like
for all of the women you recruit to at least have a good time.”

Joran laughed. “But there are
other discoveries that must be made,” he pointed out.

“What exactly are you trying to
find out?” Adriana asked him. Joran felt a flicker of guilt for the fact that
he had not told this woman the whole truth of his mission.

“We are exploring human female
reproduction,” he said. “My race, the Khateen…we are hopeful that perhaps human
genetics would be worth incorporating into our own; either to enhance our
offspring, or to create new offspring that would have features of both.”
Adriana took a deep breath and exhaled.

“You know,” she said slowly. “I
shouldn’t be surprised. Also, you’re not…the idea isn’t that poorly founded.”
Joran frowned, tilting his head to the side to silently request an explanation.
“Humans—well, really, really early humans—basically…” she laughed. “We came to
be the way we are because our distant ancestors had sex with anything that even
vaguely resembled another human.”

Joran chuckled. “So you and I
mating is not an unprecedented human event?”

Adriana shrugged. “I would hope
that if you mated with early humans you’d already know what you needed to about
us. But we’re a combination of several different earlier species.”

Joran inhaled sharply at the
epiphany this information gave him. “That explains it! One of the questions we
are exploring is why your genetic code is so complex, and so varied.”

Adriana nodded. “Homo sapiens,
Neanderthal, the Denisova… we’re all…” she shrugged. “There’s been a big
mish-mash of species to make the human race.”

“I must research,” Joran told
her. He paused, sensing her lingering arousal. “I believe though that you are
ready to mate again?” he reached down, stroking the slick folds of her sex.
Human women were so different from the females of his own species, Joran
thought. He brought his hand up to cup one of Adriana’s breasts. He admitted
privately to himself that he could almost consider Adriana at least to be a
vast improvement on any of the temptations the females on his own planet could
offer.