Amy Redwood: Alien Best Man

I didn’t need the push against the small of my back Zyn gave me.

Qay’s cock stood ready and willing as he eased himself between the sheets. I wanted him, wanted nothing sophisticated but him on top of me, his cock inside me, making us one. But we weren’t one. We weren’t even two. We were three and I couldn’t get it out of my head. That Zyn pulled a chair to the bed to watch Qay and me more comfortably wasn’t helping.

I slid my knee on top of the mattress and Qay did the rest, wrapping his hands around my waist and pulling me close. His erection nudged against my hip and I twisted in his arms, glad when he moved on top of me. I closed my eyes, focusing on the feel and taste of his kiss.

This was going to be my husband, and if he was fine with another man’s presence while we had sex, so would I be. Qay kissed my neck, tiny kisses that relaxed and aroused me all at once. His mouth moved from my neck down to my breasts, and I pulled the sheets up, covering us, shielding us from view. Qay sat up between my legs, gazing down at me. “Let me look at you, my heart,” he whispered, and my throat tightened. He could look all he wanted, his heated gaze leaving little shivers of pleasure on my skin.

But when I tilted my head, I saw that he wasn’t the only one looking. My breath hitched and I crossed my arms over my breasts because my nipples rose to almost painful attention.

“Let me look at you—please,” Qay said again, and I dropped my arms to my sides because I didn’t want him to think that I felt the need to hide in front of his eyes. I focused on Qay, on the way light and shadows danced over his face as he braced himself up on his hands above me. He lowered his head to take one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked, tenderly, and I buried my hands into his hair to tug him closer.

I heard Zyn move and opened my eyes. He stood beside the bed, his gaze resting on my face as if he tried to drink in every drop of emotion showing there. Like an exhalation, a warm breeze touched my face.

The similarity to the image in the book didn’t escape me, but I didn’t reach for him, I didn’t want him to join in. My gaze fell to the large cat pacing the room, and I wasn’t sure what was the greater danger—Zyn or this wild animal.

Qay was kissing my breasts, my stomach, working his way down between my legs.

I loved it when he licked me with his clever tongue. “So wet, my heart.” The first lick he gave my clit had me moaning out loud. His traced his tongue along my cunt lips and flicked my clit. It felt good, so good, but I was growing more and more anxious.

Then I heard a low, almost growling sound coming from Zyn.

I gathered the courage to meet his gaze square-on while Qay was between my legs, his tongue licking and his mouth sucking, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to find pleasure if I continued to be scared.

“Do you have to look at me?” I said quietly, gazing up at him. “Surely, you can witness us from farther away.”

“Why? There is nothing shameful about watching a woman enjoying the attention of a male.”

It wasn’t the answer I expected. Then again, he’d never done anything I expected, good or bad. I gazed at his sharply drawn face, his perfectly shaped lips. And for one weak moment, I imagined his mouth between my legs, his tongue, his kisses.

My thoughts were roughly interrupted when Zyn let out a bark of laughter. “Damn you, woman. Just ask me to. Tonight, I might just do your bidding.” Qay glanced up. “Jana, if you want him to join us, just nod and we’ll both take care of you.”

“Ask me,” Zyn said, his voice as tempting as a long drink of water after a drought.

“No.” I held my breath, wondering if they would just do it anyway. They didn’t, and deep down I wasn’t sure if I was glad or disappointed. Zyn stepped away from the bed and settled on the chair again.

A violent shiver went through my body, violent enough for Qay to notice. After one last kiss against my cunt, he again rose up above me, his cock nudging at my opening. I slung my arms around his strong body, the security he offered, and hid underneath him.

Qay kissed me deep and thoroughly, his tongue delving between my lips, caressing the inside of my mouth. I wrapped my legs around him, wishing for a moment I could mount him. But that would leave me overly exposed to Zyn.

“Make me yours tonight, please,” I whispered against Qay’s neck. I reached between our bodies, wrapped my hand around his thick cock, guiding him between my legs. I loved the feel of him, always had. The soft, velvety smoothness with a core of steel. “This night is for us, to become one.”

“Yes, my heart, this night is for us. The joining of the heart and mind.” He put his strength behind it as he lowered himself into me, his thick cock inching slowly into my cunt. I welcomed the stretch as he filled me, my heart lifting that we were finally one again. He slowly began moving, the friction making my breath catch. Qay was propped up on his hands, working his way in and out of my body in slow and deliberate movements. I loved this about him, the control, the way he made sure he didn’t push in too hard. With him, it was always slow, a careful, orchestrated climb until I reached the crest of my arousal. I watched how his cock slid into my wet core and moved my hand to my clit, rubbing myself in slow circles to increase my pleasure. I clenched around his cock, took him deeper as I wrapped my legs around his waist.

I sought Qay’s gray gaze, but he was lost in his own pleasure, his eyes closed. My head tipped back as he moved faster. The tingling in my clit increased to an aching need and my nipples stood hard and erect, begging for a touch. I closed my hand around my breast, lightly pinching my nipple.

I hesitated for only a second before I turned my head. I sought Zyn’s cool, dark-eyed gaze, held it. My breath came faster as he slowly rose from the chair. He was hard, the ridge of his cock pressed against his pants. All I had to do was hold out my hand to pull him into bed. But no one had ever scared me more than this male, so big, strong, so seemingly merciless. I would have no control in his arms.

I held his gaze and pinched my nipples. The pain shot through my body, made my cunt clench around the cock inside me. I let out a harsh moan, my climax close, but I didn’t want to give in yet. Do it again, something whispered in my mind. I didn’t know if the voice was really Zyn or if I just started to lose it. I arched up against Qay and pinched my nipples again. The way the pain ebbed into pleasure was heaven.

“Jana,” Qay said, and feeling strangely guilty, I gazed at him, trying to ignore Zyn.

“I love you, my heart.”

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, nestled my face against his neck, telling him over and over again that I loved him too. I pumped my hips stronger against him, urging him on to a faster rhythm. He obliged me, his thrusts growing harder and faster.

“Yes,” I whispered, “yes, there, my love, do it harder.” My head tipped back and I looked at Zyn.

I rocked myself against Qay, taking his cock deeper into my aching cunt while I kept my gaze locked with Zyn’s. A gust of wind whipped at my face, touched my mouth like a kiss.

Ask me.

I knew that it was Zyn, that he was able to touch me with his thoughts, able to read my mind and speak to me. Again he nudged me with his mind, and I gritted my teeth.

Qay brought me effortless pleasure. In his arms, I felt loved and cherished, and when he thrust inside me, I felt at one with him. I didn’t want to feel that with Zyn, but I wanted to feel myself lose control, wanted to give up every shred of thought in favor of a dark passion I didn’t dare to seek. But all I needed to do was ask him.