Amy Redwood - My AlienThreesome

“Get the fuck out of here,” I yelled, trying to arch away from the bed. I didn’t come far. I wondered if my pussy muscles would soon stop working. I hoped so. The constant clench and unclench drove me to distraction.

“I’m not leaving your side until you are better,” Garrett said, settling next to me on the bed, gifting me with that dimpled smile I loved.

I sure wasn’t well. Why Garrett cared though, I had no idea. His presence made my skin tingle, but I had no business lusting after him.

“I wouldn’t know why you’d want to stay,” I scoffed. “You’re good at leaving me.”

I didn’t expect that my words would make an impact on him, but there it was, the ghost of a flinch running over his features, as if I had hurt his feelings. He rubbed his forehead, a tired gesture that had me wondering what went on in his head.

“I’m hoping to get a chance to talk to you,” he said, “but right now you’re not up to it.”

“Garrett, just leave,” I said, sounding more vulnerable than I wished for.

His eyes lit up as if he had picked up on my weakness. “Now, you don’t want to lose your interpreter, do you?”

“What do I need a translator for? Slyte knows what I want from him,” I said, trying to remain calm.

It wasn’t as if Garrett hadn’t seen me naked before, but still. Flustered, I sought Slyte’s calm gaze. As hungry for sex as I was, I wasn’t so starved yet that I would beg Garrett to fuck me. Wait, I had already done that. And he hadn’t jumped at the chance. How flattering.

Slyte gave me a quick smile and a gentle breeze touched my face, creating a faint roar in my mind. I still didn’t understand him, but I appreciated his gesture. He grasped my foot tighter, his fingers rubbing up and down my heel as if he was trying to console me. His touch should have tickled, but instead it sent tingles of sensation up my legs. He took something off a table—a small glass bottle—and poured more of that oil into the palm of his hand. I tipped my head back to enjoy the sudden slick glide of his hands. I let out a whimper as he moved up to my calf, his fingers gently kneading.

Garrett cleared his throat. “I’ve heard the bride is from Earth. Friend of yours?”

I nodded, taking well-measured breaths. Slyte was concentrating on oiling up my other leg, starting at my feet, and his attention was killing me. “Yes, I flew her to her wedding.”

“The wedding, yes,” he said, sounding less than enthusiastic. “I all but crashed my ship here three days ago. I’m still trying to find someone to repair it.”

“Sorry if I don’t care right now,” I gritted out. “I need to get laid. Goodbye.” And good luck with finding someone for the repairs, I thought. Jana had told me that absolutely no one was working on Dezra during the wedding celebration because the entire city was celebrating for an entire week.

“I’m not leaving you alone with him,” Garrett said. “I prefer you alive.”

“What are you talking about? Slyte wouldn’t hurt me.” No, he didn’t hurt me, instead he massaged me to the brink of another orgasm. Slyte had moved up on the bed to sit next to my waist. Garrett sat on the other side of the bed, which placed me smack in the middle between the two males.

“You do understand that Slyte was ordered to watch over you while you’re on Dezra,” Garrett asked. “He is honor-bound to fulfill your every wish.”

I couldn’t believe I was having a conversation with Garrett, as if nothing had happened between us. And to top it, a conversation about the guy whose cock I desperately needed in me, a guy who was currently drawing oily circles on my belly.

“Garrett, please go. I don’t trust myself around you. And I don’t trust you.”

“I didn’t mean to leave you after we spent the night together.”

“I’m not referring to that ,” I said, not entirely truthfully. “But you betrayed the trust of your partner when you disappeared without a proper word of explanation.”

He worked his hand through his hair. “I know, sweetheart, I know.”

I cringed at the look in his eyes. Did he know I had fallen in love with him? I didn’t need his pity. “I learned a lesson. Next time, I’ll be more careful who I pick as my partner, both for my bed and for my ship.”

“I understand,” he said quietly. “Give me a chance to explain—”

He stopped talking, probably because I had moaned loud enough to drown out his words. I couldn’t help it. Slyte didn’t tire of touching me, and even though his fingers worked my flesh slowly, he had just palmed my breast with one of his oil-slicked hands. And the combination of the cool oil against my hot nipple sent me spinning.

“I’ve waited ten weeks to see you again,” Garrett said eventually. “I guess my explanation can wait a day longer.”

It wasn’t that my curiosity wasn’t spiked by his words, but another wave of arousal raked through my body, made me bow away from the bed. My heart was thumping in my throat. I closed my eyes, clenched my fists, working through the onslaught of sensations with steady breathes. “Garrett, I know you speak Dezrian. Would you please tell Slyte to cut to the chase. I want… I need him. But you can’t stay to watch, you just can’t.”

When I sought Garrett’s gaze, he had a determined look in his eyes that was all too familiar. He’d been my partner for almost three months. I knew when he wouldn’t budge.

“Damn, Kyra,” he said, impatience lacing his voice. “You don’t understand. He would fuck you without holding back, without denying you. And you would demand more and more. He would simply indulge you.”

My eyes had closed sometime midspeech and I moaned, wishing he wouldn’t torture me like this. “Then let him,” I whispered. “It’s exactly what I want him to do.”

“It’s not that easy really.”

I licked my lips, the ache inside my pussy unbearable in its intensity. How could it not be easy? Cock in pussy, it couldn’t get any simpler.

Garrett reached out, stroked along my cheek. “The drink you had, it makes you crave sex and release as badly as oxygen. Without sex, you’d die.”

“What do you mean? Like, literally die?” I willed him to touch me again, but he folded his hand across his chest as if to prevent himself from doing that.

“If we don’t restrain you, you’d jump him,” he jerked his head to Slyte, “or you would make yourself come. And one orgasm wouldn’t be enough, right?”

As questions went, this was an easy one. I shook my head no.

“See, you need to pace yourself, otherwise you’ll get too excited too quickly. But if you don’t get release, you’ll suffer as well. But bound, we can take care of you slowly but thoroughly.”

“I don’t want slow .” Slyte’s hand moved between my legs, the knuckles of his fingers smoothly gliding up and down my thigh. Didn’t this male know where my pussy was? Yes, he did know actually, as he had proven before, I remembered. Why was he mucking around now?

I fixed Garrett with a stare. “Untie me. Please. ”

“I love you too much,” Garrett said, “to grant you that wish.”

It was enough to pull me out of my sexual misery, but I had difficulty focusing on the meaning of his words. “You do what ?”

“Too much sex, too many orgasms in rapid succession,” he said, his quiet words sending goose bumps down my spine, “and your heart would fail.”

Words such as “How do you know” and “I don’t fucking care, someone fuck me already” jumped through my mind. My heart was beating so fast I was afraid I couldn’t handle my need without dying of unfulfilled lust. My vision blurred, as did my mind, and I heard myself begging for Slyte’s sure touch, for his cock, for anyone to soothe the ache between my legs.