Distant Desires: Part Two Page 6

“No,” he said, his voice hoarse and low. “Look. At. Me.”

  I obeyed.

  We stared at each other as he moved inside me. Long strokes of pleasure rippled through me. I swear if I didn’t know any better, I would say his dick was a magic wand.

  He kept his hands planted on either side of me. He didn’t lean down to kiss me. He didn’t fondle my body. He didn’t whisper dirty words or even words of love.

  He didn’t have to.

  I could see it all play out over his face, in the depths of his eyes.

  It’s amazing how much I saw and felt just staring into him as his rigid length moved within me. It was beyond erotic; it was all-consuming. Not only that, but it was something I would never experience with anyone but him.

  I saw the shift in his eyes when he was close to release, the way his body seemed to stiffen and his cock seemed to swell inside me. I gave him a little knowing smile and spread my legs just a little bit more. I wanted every ounce of his release.

  “Together,” he said, the word rushing past his lips like he’d just run a marathon.

  Tension was definitely coiled inside me. My body wanted the release, but I’d been holding it off because I wanted this moment to last. Tarek wasn’t having it, though. Planting his hands a little more firmly on the bed, he rocked upward, pressing his hard pelvic bone down into me and thrusting deep.

  I moaned as ripples of bliss shot over my body and my head tipped back in surrender.

  “Hey,” he murmured.

  I tilted my chin back down, meeting his eyes again.

  “Stay with me.”

  I nodded.

  Tarek rocked his hips. His twitching cock deep inside me rubbed against my inner walls and be bore down with his hips, pushing against the swollen lips of my entrance.

  And intense orgasm ripped through me, causing my back to arch up into him even farther. He held my stare, watching the pleasure he’d just delivered play out over my features.

  The veins in his neck stood out and a low shout ripped from his throat. He rocked upward one last time as hot seed poured into me. The throbbing of his penis vibrated my insides and another orgasm snuck up on me and crested over my body.

  Little mewling sounds of pleasure filled the room, and I could no longer hold his stare. My head fell to the side, damp strands of hair clinging to my cheek as I panted out the pleasure and stretched against him like a satisfied cat.

  Tarek scooped his arms beneath me, bringing his body down against mine, his weight pressing me into the mattress. He buried his face in the side of my neck where I heard him inhale, taking in my scent.

  Thank God I took a shower!

  He was heavy, but I didn’t complain about his weight. I could likely be crushed by him and I would die without regret. I don’t think he wanted to crush me, though, because a few moments later, he rolled off, settling against the comforter beside me.

  I looked at him, giving him a small smile. Suddenly, I felt a little self-conscious. He pretty much rocked my world, delivered the highest standard of sex that any woman would ever know… and I’d pretty much done little more than lie there and enjoy it.

  He probably thought I was the world’s worst lover.

  But how in the hell was I supposed to knock his socks off with my sexual prowess when he literally paralyzed my entire body with passion?

  Okay. Maybe I didn’t have any sexual prowess.

  “You’re mine now,” he said simply, smug satisfaction in his tone. “He will not touch you again.”

  I felt my brow wrinkle. “Who?”

  “That bartender.”

  “Matt?”

  Tarek got a look on his face like he smelled something bad. Then a cold expression seeped into his eyes. “And he most certainly will not be claiming my child.”

  I felt my eyes widen. “You heard that?”

  “Of course I did.”

  “Are you, like, stalking me?”

  “Stalking?” he asked, frowning.

  “Like watching me?” I explained.

  “Of course,” he replied like it was a silly question.

  “That’s just creepy,” I said, pushing up into a sitting position and bringing my knees into my chest.

  Gently, he grabbed my ankle and pulled my leg to straighten it. “Do not hide yourself from me.”

  “I’m not hiding,” I said. “I’m cold.” His body heat was incredible and my skin missed it now that he wasn’t on top of me.

  Tarek grasped the end of the blanket at the top of the bed and pulled it back, motioning for me to get beneath it. I did, and he tucked it around me with care.

  How could a man be so… alpha one moment yet so tender another?

  “Better?”

  I shivered a little between the icy sheets. “A little.” I lied.

  “Say what you really mean,” he scolded.

  “You’re much warmer than any blanket.”

  He seemed taken aback by my words. He stared at me for long moments before joining me beneath the covers and sliding over. Like I was metal and he was a magnet, I went to him, fitting my body against him and laying my cheek on his shoulder.

  In my middle, the baby moved around, making me think once again he could sense his father close by.

  “This is what you wanted?” he asked, his voice seductively low.

  “Mm-hmm.”

  “I like the way you feel against me,” he said.

  I smiled. “Me too.”

  Then I remembered I was supposed to be totally irked that he’d been stalking me. I rested my chin on the top of my hand and glanced up. “Now, about you being creepy.”

  The corner of his mouth lifted with an amused smile. “Yes?”

  “You can’t just follow me around and eavesdrop on all my conversations.”

  “Why not?”

  I stuttered. “Because it’s invasion of privacy.”

  “How else am I to keep watch over you and the child?”

  “I have this thing called a door. You could knock on it. Come visit.”

  He turned thoughtful, like the idea of actually just spending time with me never occurred to him.

  “Tarek?” I asked softly.

  “Yes?”

  “How is it that every woman on Sapia isn’t pregnant?” I glanced away shyly. “I mean, sex like that… You’d think there would be tons of kids running around.”

  “Did I please you?” he asked, like he genuinely didn’t know.

  I gaped at him, a little hollow hole forming inside me. If he had to ask, he clearly did not enjoy it as much as I did.

  “I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me for anyone else ever again,” I replied honestly.

  “No one else is to ever touch you,” he said, hard, his eyes glittering like dark diamonds.

  I drew back, slightly intimidated.

  He tightened the arm around my waist. “The thought of it…” he said, looking at me intently. “It makes the center of my chest feel as if it’s on fire.”

  I smiled. “You’re jealous.”

  A light of understanding came into his eyes. “Yes. Jealous.”

  I giggled.

  He looked at me sharply. “I don’t like it,” he growled. “It’s not pleasant.”

  I couldn’t really disagree with him. Jealousy wasn’t the most pleasant of emotions.

  “Promise me,” he demanded, his fingers tightening on my hip.

  “I promise.” It wasn’t hard to say it. The thought of anyone else touching me after what we just shared was repulsive.

  He blew out a breath, relaxing into the bed.

  “The women?” I reminded him, genuinely wanting an answer to my question.

  “We don’t have sex like that on my planet.”

  “Then how?” Shock washed over me.

  “Sex on Sapia is for procreation only. It’s very… unfeeling.”

  “I don’t understand how something like that could be unfeeling.”

  “Yes, after this with you, I have a hard time unders
tanding it myself.”

  “So you liked it?” I asked, uncertainty in my tone.

  He smiled, a quick, smug smile. Instead of replying, he took my hand and pressed it against his cock. I gasped and looked down. He was rock hard and creating a tent under the blankets.

  “You’re ready again?”

  “Is that unusual?” he asked.

  I laughed. “Most guys would either be ordering pizza right about now or snoring into the pillow.”

  “I’m not most guys. I’m a Sapien.”

  “So I see,” I said, rubbing my palm into his stiffness.

  He made a low sound. I felt powerful in that moment. Like I had the ability to take him places he’d never been. I could show him sensations and feelings he’d never known.

  “Have you had many women?” I asked, some of that jealousy he was talking about now affecting me. The thought of any other woman touching him this way made me want to claw her eyes out.

  “A few,” he answered, rolling his hips toward me as I stroked him boldly atop the blankets. “But it was never like this.”

  I released my hold on his cock and slid all the way beneath the blankets, positioning myself between his legs. Before taking him in my mouth, I dragged my fingernails down the inside of his thighs and enjoyed the sharp intake of breath that reached my ears.

  After cupping his balls in my palm and kneading them for long moments, I couldn’t keep my lips from reaching toward his straining member.

  I took him in with a long, wet stroke of my lips. The sound he made spurred me on, and I put everything I had into sucking him.

  When his thigh muscles started to quiver, I pulled back and climbed up his body, straddling his waist. He stared up at me through unfocused eyes.

  I took his hand, directing those long, magical fingers down to my opening where it was leaking with silky juices. “Feel that?” I murmured boldly.

  He made a sound of agreement. “That means I’m ready for you too.”

  He put a hand on my hip as if to roll me over. I caught it and shook my head.

  “It’s your turn to lie back and feel me.”

  Dragging my already swollen clit over his solid abs, I lowered myself until his head poked at my center. I lifted up, holding his cock straight up and down, and then lowered myself onto him one delicious inch at a time.

  Tarek groaned and I grabbed his hands, placing them over my full breasts and instructing him to squeeze them. He did so, never applying too much pressure to cause me pain.

  I rotated my hips, enjoying the play of satisfaction over his face, and then I began rocking back and forth, riding his cock like I was a cowgirl and he was a wild bull.

  God, he was so incredible. It felt so good. My inner walls tightened around him, squeezing his shaft until I cried out with delight.

  Even after I collapsed across his chest, I kept moving, determined to give him everything he gave me. As I moved, I trailed my lips across his jaw and tugged his earlobe into my mouth to suck it gently.

  He made a sound of pleasure and rocked against me. I kissed down his neck and up his jaw. Tarek took me by surprise when his hand fisted in my hair and he pulled my head down to invade my mouth with his tongue.

  He licked into my mouth with determination and drive, tangling us together so every moan I made disappeared into the back of his throat.

  His free hand grabbed my breast and squeezed, so I bore down on him and rocked hard, creating friction between our bodies. He ripped his lips free of mine and shouted with release, pulling me down so I was completely against him.

  He thrust into me for long moments spilling his seed, milking every last drop and releasing it into my welcoming body. Tarek stayed inside me even after his hard-on went soft. My juices mingled with his released seed, but neither of us moved or seemed to care. I lay on top of him, his arms around me, my core pressed against his as both of us fell asleep.

  the confusion

  I

  was standing at the bar when he walked in.

  I’m not sure if everyone else in the place felt the rush of energy when he entered, but I sure as hell did. My body knew it was him before I even turned to look. It’s amazing how in tune I felt with him, how my energy played off his. The baby knew it too. He fluttered around anxiously in my tummy, causing me to turn.

  At first, I looked in the shadows of the room and around the corner near the walk-in cooler where we kept the beer.

  He wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Part of me grew anxious because he had to be here. I felt him, yet I couldn’t see him.

  “Hey, man,” Matt said from behind me. “Can I get ya a beer?”

  “Thanks,” he replied.

  I knew that accent anywhere. I spun quickly, almost losing my balance and reaching out to steady myself on the edge of the counter. Tarek was poised on the edge of the stool, not quite sitting down, like he was about to jump up and catch me if I fell.

  Once he saw I wasn’t, he settled more firmly into the seat.

  I blinked, trying to process what I was seeing because I was so surprised.

  He gave me a half smile and just watched me as I gaped.

  When I woke up this morning, still naked and in his arms, he penetrated me again. Yeah, I could say we “made love,” but it sort of went beyond that. It was odd to say I supposed because making love was pretty much the epitome of closeness between a woman and a man. But it wasn’t like that with Tarek. It was more profound somehow. He truly did penetrate me, not in some smarmy eighties porn kind of way, but in a way that went beyond the physical. It was like he climbed deep into a part of me that no one had ever been before. I felt him to my very core, branded in a way that only I could see.

  The amount of passion between us was like a titanium chain. Unbreakable. Solid to the core. Unyielding.

  He told me I would see him again. He told me he’d stop with the creepy stalker shit.

  I hadn’t expected him to come back this soon.

  I hadn’t expected him to walk into this bar.

  In a leather jacket.

  It was black, collarless, and had chrome-like buckles on the sides. It hugged his perfectly straight shoulders, tapered in with his long narrow waist, and the buttery black color accentuated the pale coloring of his face.

  One would think that dark of a jacket would completely wash out someone with his coloring, but it didn’t. His hair was once again artfully arranged, messy on top with dark sideburns playing off his angular features.

  Beneath the jacket, he wore a gray T-shirt and a pair of jeans. Jeans that hugged his thighs to perfection and were slightly scuffed up, making it appear he’d worn them a thousand times when really I knew better.

  I peaked around the bar, unable to stop myself from looking at his shoes. Black Converse. I smiled.

  Matt returned with a bottle of Bud and set it in front of him. I watched aptly as Tarek’s long fingers wrapped around the neck of the bottle and dragged the glass bottom across the table right in front of his chest. “Thanks, man,” he said.

  His accent combined with that damn leather jacket was going to give me an orgasm right here.

  I didn’t hear what Matt said because I was too intent on Tarek. He was… for lack of a better term… sex on a stick.

  I mean, seriously.

  It was so incredibly wrong that he looked so good.

  Yet it was so damn right.

  As if he knew the effect he was having on me, he lifted the dark bottle to his lips and wrapped them around the rim. The way his upper lip slid down into the opening at the top made me whimper a little, and he tipped it back to swallow some of the liquid.

  His Adam’s apple worked beneath the ultra-smooth skin of his neck, and all I could think about was early this morning when his lips had been on me.

  He set down the beer and leaned over the counter toward me. “I think you’re the one being a little creepy now.”

  My eyes widened and I looked away, slightly embarrassed that I was that entranced by him. But to b
e fair, it was the first time I’d seen him in clothes. In public… among other humans.

  Aside from his light skin and amethyst eyes, he blended in almost seamlessly. I say almost because someone as spectacularly good-looking as Tarek could only blend in so much. I could feel the stares of some of the women in the bar, wondering where he came from and if he was unattached.

  It made me feel slightly murderous. Them bitches better keep their distance.

  “You can’t walk in here and sit down…” I said, reaching out to finger the top of the leather jacket, the part just below his jaw. It was smooth just like his skin. “And expect me not to be surprised.”

  “I told you, you would see me again,” he said. “Did you not believe me?”

  I don’t know what I believed. I was having a little trouble processing everything. I was pregnant with an alien’s baby. And the idea just didn’t freak me out like it probably should. Not to mention, he was an alien who was like the freaking hottest thing I’d ever seen. I was a pretty girl, but next to him, I was downright homely.

  He pursed his lips. “You’re more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen,” he whispered, leaning across the bar once more.

  My lips parted. “How did you…?” Could he read my mind?

  “Your emotions are so easy to read, love. They constantly play in the depths of your eyes.”

  “No one’s ever said that to me before,” I murmured, feeling like he was feeding me some lame-ass line. What was worse? I was totally falling for it.

  “Then no one’s ever bothered to look deep enough into them.”

  Okay. If that was a line, then consider me caught.

  A sharp sound beside me caused me to jump and turn. Matt was standing there frowning at me. “These orders have been up for like five minutes,” he said.

  “Sorry!” I said, moving the drinks onto my tray. There went my good tips tonight.

  “You know him?” he said, gesturing with his chin toward Tarek.

  “No,” I said at the same time Tarek said, “Yes.”

  Both Matt and Tarek pinned me with stares. “I better get this to the table,” I said, making a hasty exit.

  I took my time delivering the drinks and checking on my other tables. I refilled a couple of waters, a couple baskets of popcorn, and took an order for a burger and fries.