When Jaspar, in a raspy tone, said, “I’m sorry. I seem to be spent,” she ignored him and kept sucking.
It led to him moaning, but even better, his cock, rather than continuing to soften, began hardening again. With suction and a hand stroking, she worked him, head bobbing, fingers kneading his balls. When she judged him ready, she stood and straddled his lap.
His passion-glazed eyes focused and, at the same time, didn’t, but they certainly widened when she seated herself on his cock. A loud gasp escaped him, and his hips jolted, drove him even deeper. His shaft filled her nicely, stretching her, pulsing, pushing.
She bounced on the hard length of him a few times before remaining fully sheathed and just grinding, rolling her hips, driving him deep. It felt good. Damned good. They fell into a rhythm that had her tightening and breathing hard.
He held on to her hips, and when her pace began to lag as pleasure had her tightening, he took over, using his strength to keep her moving, sliding, thrusting.
When her orgasm hit, Colette’s head fell back and she uttered a sharp cry. He grunted, and she felt the pulse as he came.
It took a shuddering moment before her heart rate calmed, and she opened her eyes to find him staring at her in astonishment.
“What do you know, blue hunks know how to fuck,” she murmured.
“That was…” He lacked words, and her lips curved.
“Amazing. I know.” She rose from him, and as she eyed him sitting there, she had a strange urge to touch him. Since when did she want to cuddle after sex? It discomfited and turned her tone slightly brusque as she sought to shake the feeling. “Now that I know your kind is indeed compatible with humans, I can scratch that concern off our list.”
“Did you wish to know anything more about our physiology?”
“Probably, but not right now. The office is closed tomorrow for the holiday break, making it a perfect time for me to meet with you and Cade. Say, around ten a.m. at my office? Be ready for me to ask a lot of questions.”
“Of course.” He stood, the glaze of passion fading as he grabbed his clothing and dressed.
A part of her felt bad about using him for relief and then shunting him back to his spaceship, but in her defense, she never stuck around after sex. Hell, she never usually fucked in her home. Besides, she doubted someone who usually used brothels expected anything less. This was business.
Still, when he said, “I shall see you on the morrow,” and disappeared in the briefest flash of light, she couldn’t help but feel disappointed he didn’t even try to argue about staying.
She blamed the wine for feeling maudlin. What would she have done with a stranger, and an alien at that? Cuddled? Ugh. Talked to the wee hours? She wasn’t interested in doing the dating thing. Although she did have to wonder at her decision to fuck so soon after discovering aliens even existed. One-night stands were one thing, but deliberately seducing a potential business partner? Not something she’d ever done before, but her sated pussy felt no regret. On the contrary, the satisfying orgasm had her wondering if it was just the novelty of fucking a blue alien, or was it Jaspar himself? She did enjoy the challenge of melting someone seemingly reluctant, and proper. Had she scratched her blue itch? Guess she’d see how she felt when she saw him again.
Despite the busy day—and awesome sex—Colette couldn’t sleep. Her mind whirred with thoughts and questions.
How public can we make this campaign? What kind of issues will we run into with the government when they realize we’re catering to an alien species? Will women balk? Will women even sign up to be potential mates?
Questions that would need answers if she went through and expanded her dating network—into space! However, the one thought that kept coming back, which had nothing to do with business…
When can we fuck again?
7
Cade lounged in a chair in the bridge when Jaspar returned, the latter looking flustered—with reason.
“You seduced the target,” Cade accused, which led to Jaspar’s cheeks turning purple.
“Not exactly.”
“You had intercourse,” Cade stated, a fact imparted to him by Beta 690, who’d sounded almost gleeful in announcing what occurred on Earth.
“We did, but only because she initiated it.” Jaspar hung his head. “Colette wanted to be sure we were compatible with humans.”
“And?”
“And what?” Jaspar repeated.
“How was it?” While miffed Jaspar had been chosen over him, Cade harbored no real ill will, just a little envy. He would have been more than happy to give Colette an example of Xamian prowess.
The other male’s mouth opened and shut a few times before he exhaled. “It was incredible.”
