Amy Redwood - My AlienThreesome

I heard Garrett talking, Slyte answering. I moaned out in pleasure as a hand—Slyte’s?—moved up my thigh and cupped my pussy. A harsh, growling sound came from Slyte, and it took me a moment to realize he was talking to me. My eyes flew open, locked on to his. Thank you , I thought, and Oh yes as he touched my clit.

I licked my lips, wishing he would climb on top of me. He would push himself into my tight, wet pussy. He would fuck me hard and deep and kiss my mouth swollen. And when he’d brought me to orgasm, he’d take off the restraints, flip me over and force himself into my ass to spill his come.

Caught in my own dirty fantasy, I let my eyelids flutter shut as he circled my clit with unhurried motions. In the back of my mind, I knew Garrett was watching me, watching how a finger slipped into my pussy. Blood roared in my ears as the finger slid out of me, spreading my juices. He touched my clit, not teasingly but in light strokes that made me grow still, all my muscles tensed. I gave in to the lure of his hand, my orgasm a ripple of waves from my core to the soles of my feet. My own cry mingled with a hoarse exclamation in Dezrian.

The last spasms of my orgasm left my body and I took a measured breath, sharing a smile with Slyte. I knew with absolute certainty that I wouldn’t survive the night on small orgasms like that. I needed more, a long hard ride. The thickness of a cock filling me. The stretch, the exquisite invasion of a male entering my body.

I didn’t dare imagine how it would feel if two males would fuck me. I’d probably die of bliss.

While my last orgasm hadn’t given me the ultimate satisfaction I craved, it had given me a spell of clarity. Until the next wave of painful need would roll along, I wanted answers. And they had to come from Garrett.

“That drink, bad side-effects?”

“Beside the unnaturally high libido, nothing I’m aware of.”

I nodded, glad. “For how long?”

“Until you’ve worked it off.”

“How come you knew how it affected me?”

“Someone I don’t call my friend anymore was selling the drink. It’s an illegal drug on Earth. Usually, the drink loses its potency quickly after it’s exposed to oxygen. But I’ve seen once what it does to a woman. It’s a mild aphrodisiac for Dezrians, but you are human, and Slyte didn’t know what you got yourself into.”

“How come you speak Dezrian?”

“Easy enough to learn.”

“Liar.”

He smiled that killer smile that had undoubtedly made many women fall into his bed. Hah! I knew him too well to underestimate him. And I knew without a doubt that if he wanted something from me, anything, he’d find a way to get it. And he wanted something from me, of that I was sure.

But if he wouldn’t leave the room, I might as well turn it to my advantage.

“Okay,” I said, fixing him with a defiant stare, “I prefer to stay alive. You can stay as a translator, if Slyte doesn’t mind that you hang around.”

“On Dezra, the perfect number is three,” he said. “That translates into the bedroom.”

“Do you also think that?”

“I don’t share the woman I love, I’m selfish like that.”

“And the women you don’t love? What about them?” Anger boiled its way to the surface, which was easy because I’d been pissed at him for the last ten weeks. “How was it for you, Garrett? How was it to fuck your partner and leave without an explanation but with a sorry-ass note? I trusted you.”

“I know, sweetheart.” He took off his shirt while muttering about how hot the room was. “We’ll talk about it when you can think straight again. Deal?”

I gazed at the toned muscles of his stomach as they flexed and moved. He’d asked me something but it had already escaped my limited attention span. There was a nasty gnarl of scar tissue on his chest, which I had never seen before on him.

“What happened,” I said, “did someone try to give you a heart?”

He grinned, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I have one already, Chiara , and it belongs to you.” He sat beside me on the bed, touching me only with his gaze.

I’d be a fool to trust him again. But I instinctively knew that he spoke the truth when it came to the effect Starlight had on me. If I had my hands free, I’d make myself come and come and come until I dropped dead.

My gaze flickered back and forth between the two men. Both similar in looks yet so different in temperament. Slyte possessed a quiet strength, his high brow spoke of a sharp intellect. And Garrett, damn, he was all muscles and strength, quick as lithium. And his mind worked relentlessly until he had what he wanted. And judging from his refusal to leave my side and his seductive words of love for me, he wanted an encore to our one-nighter.

Egoistic as it might be, it would feel heavenly to be touched by two pairs of hands, two sets of lips, the possibility of two cocks entering me, the scent of male all around me. And I was sure, self-servingly so, that it would banish the effect Starlight had on my body. It would give me the ultimate satisfaction I craved.

“I want you,” I said, holding Garrett’s gaze. A rush of heat touched my checks, my pride suffering a full blow. He shouldn’t think that I was begging for his love. “I mean your body,” I added hastily. “Just sex.”

“Understandable,” he said, placing his hand over his chest. “I’ll try not to feel depressed that you want to use me for sex only. But it breaks my heart a little.”

“Not funny.” How dare he mention heartbreak? Did he have any idea how much I’d cried my eyes out after he dumped me? “I’ve changed my mind again.”

“Just as well,” he said with a grin. “I bet you’ll have another change of heart soon.”

“You’re on.” I’d never been able to resist a challenge he threw in my way, but I could almost feel his arms wrapped around me in a tight embrace. My memory worked too well.

I swallowed a groan as the ache within me grew stronger, the need to be touched and filled rising with a power I couldn’t deny. My thoughts grew hazy and I found myself not caring about anything but the next orgasm that would put my body at ease again. My heart pounded in an alarmingly fast beat as my pussy gave twitch after needy twitch. “Please,” I heard myself moan. “Ask Slyte if he’d like to make me come.”

“It’s too soon,” Garrett said. “I want you alive and well, Chiara . When this night is over, believe me, I won’t allow another man to touch you ever again.”

“As if I’d give you any say in that matter,” I said. “He tries to read my thoughts sometimes, I think. Or talk to me that way. Is that possible?”

“Sure,” Garrett said. “But it’s considered rude to inquire after one’s special skills here on Dezra. Some can read emotions, thoughts, intentions. It would make him a brilliant fighter if he sensed in advance what an opponent planed to do next.”

It would make him a great lover as well. My lips parted, my breath came harder. My gaze locked on Slyte’s face. The image of me sucking his cock came easily, and I concentrated, sending him my best come-hither look. Come on, Slyte, take off those pants, let me make you come , I thought, willing the Dezrian on to catch my intention.

Come on, Slyte, take me, let me taste you .

If Garrett wanted to be in the same room while I was with another man, fine. I’d crossed the line of modesty a while back and flew at full speed toward all loss of inhibition.

“What are you doing?” Garrett said, a laugh in his voice. “You’re frowning so hard, it looks like your brain’s overheating.”

“Tell him,” I said, my voice hoarse, too impatient to wait until Slyte had picked up on my wish, “that I want to suck him off.”