Tamed By The Alien Barbarian by Celeste King
Candi
My knees turned to liquid. I was on fire just from his kiss, just from the touch of his tongue to mine. I’d gotten off to him dozens of times in the past few days, but the reality of him overwhelmed me.
His shoulders beneath my hands were wide and strong, and by the feel of his dick against my thigh, that Sanax vibrator was a poor imitation of the real thing. He backed me up against the wall and slipped his muscular leg between mine.
A thrill shot through my entire body.
Was I really doing this? I should hate him.
I tried to remember all the reasons fucking my business rival was a horrible decision. Mandy and the girls would never let me live it down. It was humiliating. It was…
“Oh my God, right there.” His lips trailed down my clavicle to my breast. When had my shirt even come off? I didn’t care. I cradled his head closer as he sucked. “How are you so good at this?”
Waves of pleasure radiated from his mouth throughout my body. When he twisted his talented tongue against my nipple, I felt it down to my clit.
He smirked against my skin. “Practice.”
It infuriated me how easily he spoke. I wanted to make him as breathless as I felt. I pulled him into another kiss by his horns.
I couldn’t think. My entire body throbbed, urgent and aching.
Right. I wanted the upper hand, here. I might not be able to stop myself from riding him like gor’lam rodeo star, but I could stay in control.
Or at least make him as out of control as I was.
I tried to remember lessons from the sparring class Mandy and I had taken on our last visit to the outer planets. Admittedly, I was a bit rusty as I hooked his ankle against mine and sent him sprawling to the floor, but Jaxil was far too distracted to put up much of a fight.
I climbed on top of him and ripped his belt free. He grinned from beneath me. “You think you can stay on top?”
A challenge. He never stopped with the challenges; I was sick of pretending I hated it. I rocked my hips against him until his jaw slackened. “Oh, I think you’ll want me on top.”
He opened his mouth to say something back, but I traced the tip of his massive dick with my finger, spreading the precum slowly. His words turned into curses in a language I didn’t understand. His wide hands sprawled across my waist.
It gave me a rush of power to know that I could turn this towering Saxon weak.
“More,” he demanded. His chest heaved, gulping for air, but his eyes remained as bratty as ever. “Take all of it in your mouth.”
I huffed an incredulous laugh. He never stopped.
“I’ll take exactly what I want,” I said. “I’ll give you exactly what I want, and you’ll be happy to have it.”
“Is that so?”
I bent down to trace the outline of his dick with the very tip of my tongue. His entire body flexed, rigid with pleasure. I looked up at him through my eyelashes, tongue extended, and pulled back until all he could feel against him was my breath.
I wanted him to break.
He exploded.
Jaxil hauled me into the air and my back hit the wall with such force a picture skewed sideways. I hooked my legs across his waist and pulled him in for a filthy kiss, but that wasn’t what he wanted.
He turned me around and finally tugged my robe free.
I shivered as his breath whispered against the shell of my ear, “I’ll give you exactly what I want, and you’ll be happy to have it. Press your hands flat against the wall.”
I reached for him instead, but I only got in one stroke before Jaxil held both of my hands above me with one hand.
My breath quickened in anticipation. I was sure he would slam into me, and I arched my hips to allow him perfect access. With every throb of desire, my pussy reminded me how empty it was for the one thing it desired. I wanted him to take me hard against the wall. I needed him to, if I was ever going to get anything remotely productive done again.
He leaned against me and traced my folds with the very tip of his dick. His breath caught as he touched himself to my dripping core, but he kept his touch light. He circled around me again, and again until the only relief I had was the brief second his dick kissed my clit, and then meandered around.
Jaxil trembled from the restraint. “Look at you,” he panted. “Fucking yourself with a rubber Sanax. So desperate for the real thing you’re dripping all over your thighs, all over your floor.”
I couldn’t talk. I opened my mouth and nothing but a silent scream wrenched itself from my lips.
“You want the real thing?” His voice rumbled in his chest. “Beg me.”
Beghim?
I shook my head.
“Too bad.” He tutted and continued to tease me at a leisurely pace. “Just one word and I…”
I’d arched my hips against him at just the right moment. I was so wet he’d slid in a good inch before he realized what had happened.
I clenched against him, desperate for him to go deeper. A ragged moan escaped me. I would beg, now. I would do anything.
Before I could, he slammed into me with a groan. “You feel…”
We were beyond words. I pressed my face against the wall and tried to muffle my scream against the pretty wallpaper.
Jaxil released my hands; I wasn’t going anywhere. He hauled both of my legs against him until he leveraged me perfectly. The slap of our bodies filled the room, and the tension building up inside me made today’s earlier orgasms look like nothing more than a sneeze. I was climbing so high I might as well be in space, and still I spun higher, and higher…
“Oh my God.” I hung, suspended in a moment of pure pleasure. I tried to squirm away from it. I’d never felt anything so intense, and still, it built. My thighs shook. “I can’t,” I sobbed.
It was too much. Too much. I couldn’t…
Jaxil sped up with a growl and trailed his hand down to my clit. “Now, Candi. Now, damn it, I’m going to…”
Helplessly pinned between the relentless pace of his thrusts and the talented touch of his fingers, I tipped over the edge.
Vaguely, I felt his body freeze, but I was lost to my pleasure. My body jerked and thrashed as my orgasm consumed me. Wave after wave crashed against me until I sagged against Jaxil’s arms, limp and sated.
Finally. Primal satisfaction curled in my chest. This release was what I had been searching for all day. Now I could thank him for the good time and get back to work undermining his awful company.
As soon as I could walk.
Jaxil must have had difficulty with his legs, too, because he slid to the floor and pulled me into his lap for a slow, lingering kiss.
His dick twitched against my thigh, and I felt an answering pang in my gut. Our kisses heated.
“Didn’t you just come?”
He grinned sharply against my lips. “It’s shameful for a Sanax to bring his partner to orgasm only once in a night.”
“It’s not even night yet.”
“Then we have even more time.”
I knew I should climb off of him, hop in the shower, and get back to work. I had my Sanax vibrator to tide me over whenever I had any urges, and I had one hell of a memory for the spank bank now.
But we’d already fucked once.
What were one or two or ten more times?
