“What is it?”
“You want help or not? Bring the cup.”
He moved quickly, and as soon as he entered the tight space, she shut the door.
“Let’s be quick before they send someone to check on us.” A shyer woman might have hemmed and hawed about what she planned to do. Colette had long been in her don’t-give-a-fuck years. The blouse got unbuttoned and removed, revealing her breasts cupped in a lacy bra. “Your turn,” she said.
“To what?”
“Strip. If I’m going to be the sexy vixen to get you hard, then I need incentive too.”
Cade grinned as he placed the cup on the counter with the sink. He tugged off his shirt, revealing the muscled chest she’d seen not long ago, but now it was different. Rather than being an object of clinical study, he was getting naked—for her.
She shed her skirt, but when she would have removed the bra, he growled, “Leave it on for a moment. I like how it frames your breasts.”
A comment to wet her panties.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered.
“As you command,” he replied with a smile. He first shed the slipper-like shoes he’d been given, his own clothing having been taken by the doctor who said there were some who’d like to analyze the fabric and fabrication.
His scrub bottoms hit the floor, revealing his cock. A cock already straining with excitement.
Blue. Slightly purple at the tip. Shorter than Jaspar’s but thick, so very thick. She couldn’t wait to taste it.
Licking her lips, Colette dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock in a firm grip. Her hand started out by sliding up and down his length, feeling it pulse. Seeing the pearl of moisture on the end.
Would he taste the same as Jaspar?
She flicked her tongue for a taste.
Mmm. Sweet.
She opened her mouth wide and took the head of him into her mouth, and Cade gasped.
“You okay? Do we need to grab the cup?” she asked, trying to remember why they were in that bathroom.
“It will take a bit more than that,” was his raspy reply.
With that challenge, Colette went to work. Or in this case, pleasure. She sucked, bobbing her head up and down, sliding her lips the length of his velvety shaft, working it, inhaling hard enough she felt her cheeks pull inward.
Apparently, aliens liked a good blow job—and, yes, she knew she was good at it. She didn’t need to ask. Just look at his reaction.
His body tensed. His fingers tangled in her hair. He thrust his hips to match the rhythm of her suction.
Some women might not enjoy giving head, but Colette loved it. She hummed as she suctioned his shaft, felt her pussy clenching in excitement.
She felt his balls pulling up tight, and his cock had thickened to the point her teeth grazed. When he grunted, “Almost there,” she knew it was time. She grabbed the cup, and when she pulled her mouth from his slick cock, she kept jerking it. She also watched in fascination the color contrast between her hands and his dick.
“Uh.” The only warning she got. The cup only barely caught the shooting cream, tinted blue like the rest of him.
Cade sighed. “Thank you, that was incredible.”
“We’re not done,” she murmured, putting her mouth back to work. Insane. Totally. But her pussy ached. Wanted. Needed. He understood when she shimmied out of her panties.
To her delight, he was ready to go again almost immediately, the problem being how to get his cock inside of her since they lacked a bed.
The solution proved simple. She bent over and whispered, “Fuck me. Quick, before we get interrupted.”
