The Alien’s Obsession by Zoey Draven

Chapter Thirteen

Lainey had never suspected she was easy.

Not by any means.

And yeah okay, she’d gotten a little frisky in a car a time or two on a third date, but it wasn’t like she had sex with them. No, sex for her, came with a solid commitment.

But with Kirov, she had a feeling he could have everything on the first date. Anything he wanted and she would offer it to him with eager, open legs and more.

Lainey could never resist a dare. And she’d seen the look in Kirov’s eyes when he’d practically dared her to kiss him, as if a part of him thought she wouldn’t.

Ooohhh, this alien got under her skin in the worst and best possible way.

So, Lainey kissed him, just to prove she would. And she poured everything into that kiss…her frustration, her desire, her fear, her delight. His strong, warm hand had tightened on the back of her neck when their lips met and she’d felt her belly tighten in a similar way.

Lainey thought she would be teaching him a lesson.

Instead, she found herself never wanting that kiss to end. Because Kirov…goddamn, the alien male could kiss.

Lainey made a sound in the back of her throat when he angled her head so he could delve deeper. It had been her that started it, but it was definitely him that was leading it. When she realized that, she grabbed his shoulders, shifting position so that she could straddle his lap.

She rose to her knees so that they were the same height and threaded her hands through his silky, thick hair. Taking back control of the kiss, she stroked her tongue between his lips, deep.

Kirov growled, his tongue vibrating briefly, as she licked it. Ridges. He had ridges on his tongue, similar to the ones she knew lined the top and bottom of his cock.

The Luxirian let her have control of the kiss, but only for a brief while. Soon, he commandeered it again, stroking every part of her mouth before nibbling on her bottom lip, making her eyes roll into the back of her head as her spine tingled.

It went on like that. Lainey would fight him for that precious control again, he would allow it for a moment, and then seize it back, becoming more and more irresistible, more and more dominant with every turn she took from him.

Her pussy quivered, her fingers shook as arousal coursed through her body, pebbling her nipples under her suddenly very heavy tunic. He knew what he was doing. He was kissing all the fight out of her.

And he was so damn patient about it.

Lainey didn’t know why, but that bothered her. There she was, slowly losing her goddamn mind, and he was holding himself in complete control.

We’ll see about that, the little devil on her shoulder whispered.

If only to see how he would react, Lainey slid her hand to his cock, squeezing the length through the material of his pants.

Kirov inhaled a rough breath in surprise, making Lainey smile against his lips before she took back control of the kiss, feeling a bit smug.

Her fingers found the lacings that kept his cock from her and she tugged. Kirov caught her wrist, pulling away from her lips, to look at her.

“What?” she whispered, feeling drugged off his kiss, off his scent and taste and heat. “It isn’t anything I haven’t seen before, remember?”

He growled, seemingly at a loss for words, when she referred to the night she’d watched him jerk off.

Lainey’s fingers resumed untying the laces and though his hand was still wrapped around her wrist, he didn’t stop her.

“I just want a peek,” she said, almost to herself.

Then I’ll stop this madness, she added silently. It had already gone a lot farther than she’d originally intended.

But she was burning up with need so potent that she felt feverish. She feared she wouldn’t be able to stop, even if she told herself she should.

Kirov groaned, low in his throat, the sound further weakening her resolve. It was a purely masculine sound, one that lit her blood on fire, that made her want to see what other sounds she could wring from him.

When the lacings finally gave way, Lainey reached inside for her reward.

Kirov hissed, his hips jerking, when she wrapped a hand around his hot, thick, pulsing cock.

Oh my God.

When she pulled it free, she looked down between them with widened eyes. She licked her lips as she stared down at him, all thought gone, her mind blank.

“Fates, do not lick those lips when you look at my cock, luxiva,” he grated, his voice deepening with every word. “Or else I will think you want a taste.”

God help her, but she did.

She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but remembered she was straddling his hips. Unless she rocked against him, there would be no relief for the heat building in her pussy, threatening to consume her.

Pre-cum pushed from the slit at the head of his cock as Lainey gently ran her fingers over the knobs that ran directly along the top, tracing them from the base, all the way to the rounded tip.

He would feel amazing inside her.

If he fits, she couldn’t help but add.

Because he was huge. Not just his length, but his girth. She couldn’t even wrap her hand all the way around him and if she gave him a blowjob, she highly doubted she’d be able to take more than a few inches.

Look at you thinking about the logistics, girl,her mind whispered. You said you only wanted a peek and now you’re wondering how best to fit him inside your mouth.

Kirov’s hips jerked again, that low groan sounding like he was in pain, when she circled the slit of his cock, soaking the pad of her finger in his pre-cum. It was iridescent in the moonlight, shimmering.

She felt a drop of her arousal leak down her thigh the same moment his hands moved. Lainey gasped as they slid up her bare legs, up past her tunic. He clenched them around her hips, kneading her flesh there, his claws pricking into her skin. Not enough to hurt, but enough to keep her on edge.

She was burning up. Everywhere.

“Take it off,” she gasped, gripping his cock harder, when he shifted her tunic up.

It certainly didn’t take him long to do just that. In the next moment, her tunic was ripped off over her head, making her release his thick cock for a moment, and she was sitting in his lap, completely naked.

How’s this for escalation? she couldn’t help but think.

She didn’t care. Now right then. Tomorrow, she would curse herself for why she’d allowed this to happen, especially when she was growing a little bit obsessed with the alien currently looking at her like she was the goddamn moon, all bright and lovely.

A rough sound tore from his throat and Lainey cried out in surprise when he flipped them over, moving so quickly she didn’t even have to blink before she was on her back on the river bank. The blue moss underneath her felt like velvet and out of the corner of her eye, she saw a flash of pink. A firefly had come closer.

Dirty little voyeurs.

“You are…” he growled, his blue eyes roving over her, his fully clothed body hovering over hers. Lainey pushed her breasts up a little, allowing him to look his fill. She was proud of her tits, even though one was slightly smaller than the other. It had bothered her when she’d been younger, but now…they were fucking great.

When Kirov seemed to lose his train of thought, she grinned. Apparently, he thought they were pretty fucking great too. They had the genius Luxirian tongue-tied.

“Yes?” she whispered, shamelessly fishing for his compliments. She felt his cock bob on her abdomen between them and her lips parted when she felt it throb on her skin.

Gently, he slid his fingers from her collarbone, to between her breasts—making her breath hitch—to circle her belly button, before curling around her left hip. It was like he’d trailed a path of fire over her skin. He watched as her nipples puckered even further and he thumbed over one peak suddenly, making her back arch, a desperate moan tumbling from her throat.

“Vrax,” he cursed, lowering his head to silence her with a kiss so intense their teeth clattered together. She gasped, her head spinning when he sucked on her tongue.

Wicked alien.

“Vellixa,” he said, his voice a hushed rasp. Lainey stilled, remembering that word, remembering how she’d freaked out on him the first time he’d called her it.

Beautiful.

Lainey struggled with that word. All her life, she’d been told she was beautiful. She’d been a beautiful girl who played beautiful music. A part of her knew that she wouldn’t have been as successful during her concert days if she hadn’t been beautiful, a fact that had always grated on her, even when she got a strange thrill seeing her face plastered in magazines.

It was inner beauty that she struggled with. Because most days, Lainey felt ugly on the inside. She had allowed bitterness and anger to make her ugly.

But Kirov had seen the way she lashed out sometimes, had witnessed a bit of that ugly, and he still called her beautiful.

So, for just that night, because she didn’t want to ruin it, she accepted it.

She threaded her hands through his hair, which fell around them and tickled her bare shoulders. Tugging him down, Lainey kissed him again, but that time it was soft and sweet.

His breathing changed and he rasped against her lips, “Vrax, luxiva, you drive me mad. I could kiss you forever.”

Lainey smiled and her stomach fluttered. It felt good to smile with him. She hadn’t smiled so much since…well, since Nadine.

Looking up at him, she saw another firefly approach and she couldn’t help but chuckle as it lit up his skin.

“Rebax?” he questioned and she guessed that translated to: what?

“Your skin is all pink now,” she whispered, sliding her hands over his right side, up to his shoulder, where his skin shifted in color, absorbing the firefly’s light. “You’re my big pink alien.”

He growled, his eyes never leaving hers. “As long as I am yours.”

Lainey swallowed, stilling. She hadn’t even realized she’d called him her big pink alien. It had just fallen from her lips with her teasings.

Kirov’s hand left her hip and her lips opened in surprise when it trailed lower. Leaning down, he nipped at her exposed earlobe, making her shiver, as he whispered, “I know what else is pink.”

She sucked in a breath.

Filthy things continued to tumble from his lips…and she loved it.

“Your little cunt was bright pink earlier tonight. Pink and wet for me,” he growled. “Wasn’t it, luxiva?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“You did not let me satisfy you then, but will you now? Will you let me lick your pink little cunt until you cum all over my tongue?”

Oh my God.

“W-well, since you’re asking so nicely,” she managed to choke out. Because screw it. She wanted a mind-blowing orgasm and he was offering.

Besides, she had a feeling she was way past the point of stopping whatever was going to happen.

I don’t even want to, she realized.

Kirov purred deep in his chest and then he started to move. He stopped at her breasts first, cupping them both in his warm palms before he rolled her nipples with his thumbs. Pleasure zinged down her spine, startling and sizzling.

But it was nothing compared to when he latched his lips over one and suckled. Hard.

She groaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her skull. He suckled just long enough to make her hips squirm underneath him and then he switched to the other breast, that ridged tongue lapping at the peak.

Lainey felt like she could cum from just that.

Before she got to that point, he released her, eliciting a frustrated moan from deep in her chest.

“Tease,” she accused, breathless, her chest heaving.

That crooked dark little grin almost melted her.

Then, without saying a word, he slid down her body in one quick motion and before she knew it, he was settled between her thighs, gripping her calves and pulling her legs open wider. So he could see all of her.

Lainey hardly had time to blink before he was there.

A cry of pleasure was ripped from her throat when he buried his face between her legs, that ridged tongue coming out to lap at her delicate folds.

He groaned and rasped, “Fates, your taste, luxiva!”

Lainey couldn’t speak. She couldn’t even think as he returned to her, licking and lapping at her entrance, delving his tongue deep inside her, making her pussy pound and throb in arousal.

Then he discovered her clit.

And the moment her hips hitched in response, a strangled cry erupting from her, Kirov was relentless. Lainey could feel him learning what she liked. Every swipe of his tongue, every little gentle suckle over her clit, he was cataloging her responses and filing them away in his big ol’ genius mind.

That knowledge should scare her. That he alone would know every way to drive her crazy, but Lainey couldn’t bring herself to care, especially not right then.

“Kirov,” she groaned, her hands fisting into the blue moss underneath her, her legs beginning to squirm as her orgasm approached. It was going to be a big one. She could feel it as her breathing changed, as her abdomen dipped and heaved, and her legs tensed around his head.

“Cum for me, luxiva,” he growled. “Let me see you cum for me.”

God, she loved it when he talked dirty to her.

Lainey looked up at the night sky above her, her eyes wide, hovering on the edge. There was a silver halo around the almost-full moon.

Then her gaze went to him, eating her out with enthusiasm and a skill that should make her jealous of females that came before her. Who had taught him this? He was looking up at her, those blue eyes locked on her and Lainey shivered.

Then she saw his hand shift, going down to his cock. A moment later, she saw his forearm flex in a jerky, albeit rhythmic, motion.

Lainey let out a cry, the knowledge that he was pleasuring himself, stroking that magnificent, thick cock, as he licked her was too much. It sent her over the edge.

Her orgasm hit her, making her back arch, lifting her hips off the moss. But Kirov stayed with her, growling into her pussy as her cream met his tongue and he lapped up every last drop.

She couldn’t breathe, as punishing waves of pleasure drove into her, pounding every part of her body.

Lainey didn’t know how long it went on, but the next thing she knew, Kirov was bellowing between her thighs and rocking his hips, fucking the air, as jets of cum landed on the blue moss below her.

Then Lainey crashed, panting, her whole body going limp, her pussy continuing to pulse with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She eventually had to push Kirov away because she grew too sensitive. Instead, he turned his head and kissed the inside of her thighs, dragging his tongue over the flesh there, before nuzzling his horns into her.

Lainey laid there, trying to catch her breath, trying to process what just happened. But she knew that he’d just given her the best goddamn orgasm of her life.

As it died down, panic replaced pleasure and churned in her belly.

She felt…vulnerable. This was what she’d been afraid of. And Kirov peppering her skin with kisses and purring deep in his chest, acting like she’d just pleased him immensely, made her heart soften when it needed to harden.

This was bad, bad, bad. Because she was already catching feelings for him like butterflies in a net and she was afraid that if it continued like this, if he talked to her softly about music and deliberately pushed her when he knew she was being stubborn and gave her mind-blowing orgasms that made her fly into freaking orbit…she could fall in love with him. She would fall in love with him.

She might have already started the descent.

And that scared the living daylights out of her.

When she pushed up from her position, he looked up at her. He was still sprawled on his stomach between her thighs, still fully clothed. He stilled when he saw her expression and slowly, and gracefully, sat up.

His still hard cock was shimmering with his cum but he tucked it back into his pants, though he kept the laces undone. When she wrapped her arms around herself, Kirov cursed under his breath and retrieved her shirt, helping her slip it back on so she was covered.

But he didn’t allow her to pull away from him, not the way she wanted. Instead, Kirov slipped behind her, wrapping his arms around her front, hugging her to him.

“Don’t,” she whispered, her throat tight.

“Stop it,” he rasped in response. “Do not diminish what just happened.”

Sucking in a breath, Lainey felt tears sting her eyes, but she swallowed whatever emotion placed them there. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, not again, and especially not after what they’d just done.

“What can I give you right now?” he murmured in her ear, softly, his voice soothing her. “Tell me.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. God, why did he have to be so good? Why couldn’t he be a complete asshole like her ex-boyfriends? It would make this so much easier.

A laugh bubbled from her throat but to Lainey it sounded slightly hysterical, nervous.

Because she could think of nothing else, she whispered, “A piano.”

Kirov went quiet and he pressed a kiss to her temple, leaving his lips there. Slowly, Lainey began to relax and she wondered if the strange force between them helped her calm down.

Then he said, “I cannot give you that now. But I promise you, luxiva, I will in time. Tev?”

“Okay,” she whispered because she could think of nothing else to say.