Faith

In my mind I’ve already fully committed to letting go tonight. The second we step inside the luxurious brothel suite, I expect Rylan to jump on me. Hell, I’m all revved up to jump on him. Instead, he saunters over to a view screen and gives it a swipe to activate it then starts scrolling through the room service menu. I sigh. As much as I’m hungry for sex right now, I never turn down a meal.

“In the mood for anything in particular?” he asks.

“I’m feeling adventurous,” I respond, and he cuts his smiling eyes to me for an exhilarating second before returning his attention to the view screen. Rapidly he makes a few selections, then alters the screen to offer music. The song he puts on isn’t like the tinny and uncoordinated sounds I’ve heard in alien music before. Something about this song is mellow and earthy and I find myself enjoying it immensely.

Tonight is a luxury in the extreme for me. I have a nice room, food is on its way, there’s music, and a hot guy whose muscles are so tight and rippling I could wash my clothes on his abs. I plan to take full advantage of tonight, because I know better than most, good times are few and far between. Rylan makes his way to a bar and pours each of us a drink. As he works I admire the massive bed in the room, and before Rylan can even bring me my glass I’ve kicked off my boots and spread myself out across the puffy blankets.

I inhale the scent of fresh linens, reveling in it for a moment with my eyes tightly closed. Rylan’s warm chuckle makes me peek up at him and I give him my most inviting smile, but still, he doesn’t join me on the bed. He just leans against the wall and watches me appreciatively.

“Where are you from Rylan?” I ask, sitting up to keep our lively conversation going.

“A planet called Aragran. We are members of The Conglomerate.”

“Can’t say I know much about the politics and territories of space in these parts.” I shrug. “What’s the Conglomerate?”

Rylan frowns as he considers his answer. “It is a group of interstellar traveling species that have agreed to be allies of sorts. My people are still relatively new to the association.”

“Are they assholes?”

“Assholes?” he repeats, laughing at my question.

“I mean, just judging from your tone it doesn’t seem like you have much of an appreciation for them, and you’re a nice enough guy, so I have to assume they’re a bunch of assholes. Am I wrong?”

He scrubs his hand over his face and allows a mournful laugh escape to him. “No, I don’t think I do harbor much of an appreciation. Since the absorption of my world into The Conglomerate the Aragrandani way of life has undergone rapid changes and I can’t say I’m happy for them.” He looks over at me as if considering whether or not to go on. Taking a step closer to the bed, he reaches for me, only to tuck a loose strand of hair behind my ear. Still, I get goosebumps at his nearness.

“I think of the stories my parents and grandparents used to tell me. They are happy stories about finding love and starting families and I wonder if those days are gone for my people. On Aragran we no longer marry for love, only for status. That is not what I want for my sisters, nor myself,” he says, and the heated look he sends my way has me trembling.

The door chimes, interrupting us. Room service is here and I’m halfway grateful at the intrusion. I brought Rylan here with the intention of seducing him and instead he has me feeling like a nervous schoolgirl. I shake off my nerves and jump to my feet, following him to the door. Room service turns out to be a few airborne drones who hum their way into the room, delivering platters and platters of food.

“What’s all this?” I ask in surprise.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like,” he tells me.

“I’m not picky,” I respond, admiring the food.

“Still, I’d like to think you have impeccable taste.” The teasing in his voice makes me look up at him.

“If we’re talking about choice of company, then I can’t argue. When it comes to food though, I’m easy.”

“Come, let’s enjoy this in front of the holo-wall,” he offers and pulls me by the hand over to a seating area on the floor, marked by an abundance of pillows. I take a seat and he does something to the blank wall in front of us that makes it flicker to life. The image that appears there vaguely reminds me of water and it wavers in time with the music, leaving me with this wonderful sense of peace and contentment. Rylan retrieves our drinks and brings over two platters of food. He sets them before us and sits close to my side.

“Oh, there are no utensils. Did the drones leave some on the table?” I wonder aloud as I begin to get to my feet. Rylan puts his hand in mine and pulls me back down.

“It is done like this,” he explains and carefully picks up a small square of something delicious looking and balances it between two sharp claws for a second before popping it into his mouth. I get a quick glimpse of a green tongue as the small bite disappears and I find myself entranced by it. Calm down, Faith, I tell myself. Eating shouldn’t be this sexy.

“Maybe you should show me again,” I tell him, biting back a smile. The look on his face tells me he knows I’m being naughty, and this time when he picks up a bite he holds out his hand, offering it to me. I lean forward and take it from his claws, letting my tongue graze the soft pads of his fingers as I do. Rylan’s slitted pupils dilate in response and I can’t help but feel proud of myself for having an effect on him.

“Mmmm…I think I understand now.” I pick up a small piece and offer it to him. He grabs my wrist and presses a kiss to it before pulling the bite into his mouth. The sensation tickles and I break into a fit of giggles. I’m just having too much fun. When I look up at Rylan his expression is amused.

“What?” I ask him, catching my breath.

“This certainly beats an evening with a bot.” He offers me another bite and I take it from him.

“It’s better,” I tell him with narrowed eyes.  

“Oh, by far,” he assures me.

“So, you program those things, right?” I ask as we continue feeding each other.

“Sometimes,” he confirms, taking another sip of his drink.

“What’s it like working with such elaborate sex toys?” He laughs at my question, but I press, “My secret passion is hearing the idiosyncrasies of other people’s jobs. Humor me. Do the bots have any funky glitches or weird programing holes? Maybe none of them can pronounce their R’s or something?”

Rylan chuckles again. “As a matter of fact, there is one area in their motor skills that is severely lacking.”

“In their motor skills? Really? That’s one area I’d assume to be fairly refined.”

“Come, let me show you,” he offers, getting to his feet. He reaches his hand out to help me up.

“Show me?” I question, and my heart races at his touch. Are things finally about to get sexy, I wonder? But instead of pressing his lips to mine or even leading me over to the bed, Rylan just puts his arms around my waist and begins to sway to the music. A slow smile spreads across my lips.

“They can’t dance?” I laugh. “How do you even know that?”

“We all have our mysteries,” he teases, and I rest my head against his muscled shoulder as I laugh. My stomach is full from our meal and the drinks leave me feeling light and happy…or maybe it’s Rylan that has me feeling happy. I try not to overthink the precious emotion. Tonight, I just want to enjoy it.

“Man, I can’t remember the last time I danced,” I say thoughtfully. Rylan grunts in response. “What about you?” I ask, looking up at him.

“It was two seasons ago at my parents’ burial ceremony,” he answers honestly.

“Oh, my goodness.” I slow our dance to a halt. “You lost both your parents?” I ask, horrified that I unintentionally brought up such a thing. But Rylan just smiles and pulls me in close to him, resuming our dance.

“It has been a difficult time, but my sisters and I are working through it,” he tells me.

“You have sisters?”

“Five.”

“Yowzah. That’s a lot of sisters.”

“It is.” He laughs. “They are the reason I have business in this region. Now that our parents are gone it is my responsibility to ensure they are married off into good families. I hope to make enough money on this trip to see them all with husbands by the end of the year.”

“Ambitious.”

“You don’t know the half of it. I also hope to find myself a wife,” he tells me with twinkling eyes.

“Don’t look at me. I already told you, I’m only looking for a ride,” I hurry to say. Rylan grunts again. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it sounded like he might actually be disappointed. It leaves me with a flush creeping in on my cheeks. “I have brothers,” I tell him quickly, trying to hide my sudden embarrassment.

“Oh?”

“Not as many as you have sisters, but still plenty. There’s three of them, all older than me.”

“I am the youngest also,” he says. “I’m eager to do right by my sisters, but I fear after I marry them off to the Itharene or Hradun I will not see them again for many seasons. Maybe even years.”

The song ends, but we continue to stand there, holding each other. His words hit close to home. It’s been too long since I’ve seen my brothers. “It’s hard losing family,” I agree. “I actually lost my grandfather just before I ended up out here. I was on my way to his funeral…er, burial ceremony, but I never made it.”

“What happened?”

“I took a detour, I guess,” I say with a shrug, wanting to push away the sadness that has crept its way into our conversation.

“Where did your smile go, Faith?” Rylan asks, and his gaze almost seems to penetrate me.

“Sorry, I don’t know how the conversation got to such a sad place,” I apologize.

“Not sad,” he corrects. “Honest.” He leans in now and nuzzles his forehead against mine. “I must admit, I like it.”

“It feels good to talk to someone,” I agree, though the admission is more to myself than to him. I close my eyes, feeling swamped with emotions, and he moves his nuzzling to my neck. When his lips graze the sensitive flesh there I suck in a breath.

“You should wait here for me. I can still give you that ride, Faith, just give me a few days to set things right with my sisters,” he whispers against me. The fact that I want to agree scares me. As happy as I am in this moment, I don’t know if I can ever trust again. I mean, hell, maybe Rylan is the real deal and he’ll actually come back. But at this point I don’t even trust the universe to not fuck it up for me. If I say yes he’ll probably spontaneously fall into a black hole or something terrible. It’s best not to tempt fate, I tell myself.

“I’m here right now,” I murmur back as I lean into my muscled alien, relishing the way he makes me feel.

“Well,” he sighs, “I should take advantage of these precious moments then.”

“Please do.” Rylan’s powerful hands pull me hard against his body and he finally kisses me. The connection between us is the most passionate thing I’ve ever felt in my life. It isn’t frantic and drunk. No, it’s powerful and earth shattering. My heart pounds in my chest and suddenly I’m not thinking in terms of the past. There’s no wondering when was the last time I was happy or the last time I was kissed. Instead, everything fades away and all that’s left is this one beautifully charged moment between us.

He lifts me up and my breath hitches. I wrap my legs around his waist and tighten my grip on his shoulders. Vaguely I’m aware of the moans and gasps coming from me. I’ve never been a particularly noisy lover, but every swipe of Rylan’s tongue has me ready to scream out.

“Bed! Bed!” I urge between kisses and Rylan is happy to oblige. Suddenly the world tilts and I land flat on my back on the feathery soft bed. A scant second passes before Rylan is there, with his hard body pressed close to mine. I arch upward, trying to grind my heat against him. He thrusts his hips forward, giving me a hint of what’s to come.

“God damn,” I moan in ecstasy. “Take this off.” I start ripping at his vest. Rylan laughs warmly at my enthusiasm and sits up to help tug it away. I miss his heat, but he isn’t gone long. He’s close to me again only a second later and I run my hands over his body, getting off on the sensation of my skin against his. I want more of it.

It’s like Rylan can read my mind, because he works his talons under the tight band of my midriff top and carefully pulls it over my head. My breasts spill free, ready for the taking. Rylan eyes them like a starving man before leaning in to devour them. I scream out and writhe beneath him as he teases the tip of my nipple with his tongue. His hands dip lower and find the waistband of my pants, but I’m already there, tugging them down.

While I might be in a hurry to have this alien man touching every inch of my body, Rylan seems quite content with taking the scenic route. Even after he helps strip me of my pants, he takes his time on my breasts, tonguing the pebbled tips. Hungry for more, I reach between us and run my hand over his thick bulge. He groans against me, his sound so deep and gravelly that I feel my chest vibrate. His kisses return to my lips and I whimper and buck against him. I want more. I want all of him.

“Mmmm, your pussy smells so sweet, Faith. Let me lick it for you,” he says against my throat. My brain can’t seem to form a verbal reply beyond my eager whimpering, so I push his head down. With a wicked smile, he follows my silent request, nibbling me with sharp fangs and caressing me with his green tongue all the way to the apex of my thighs. Then, he roughly spreads my legs and looks at my wet pussy like he wants to worship it.

“Wait!” I interrupt. He looks crestfallen for a brief moment before I explain myself. “Take these off,” I say, tugging at his pants. “I want to see all of you while you lick my pussy.” He gifts me with that wicked grin once more as he works to unbuckle the straps to his pants. He yanks them down and his cock springs free. My mouth waters at the sight of it.

His member is mostly humanoid in its construction, which is a relief. I’ve seen some pretty freaky things flashed in my direction. But Rylan is approximately the right shape and size, though his color is an inky green and it’s fatter than any cock I’ve ever seen. The main difference is the lack of circumcision, though I guess lots of human guys aren’t circumcised. Only Rylan seems to have quite a bit of extra skin, like more than just the typical foreskin you’d expect on a human. Even fully erect, his thick cock still has rolls of folded flesh running from base to tip. That’s okay, I think to myself. I can work with that. I bite my lip as I stare at his equipment.

“Are you ready now?” he asks playfully, taking his cock in his hand and giving it a firm stroke for my benefit. I notice how his skin moves as he grips it. Yeah, I definitely think I can work with that.

“You have no idea how badly I want you between my legs right now,” I admit breathily, and his eyes seem to flicker brighter for a second and he drops down to his knees for me.

“Do you want me to taste you?” he asks, lifting my legs and pulling them apart again. He kneads the underside of my thighs, getting dangerously close to my pussy. I wiggle, trying to get him to skim a digit over my wet folds, but it only makes him hold me more firmly in place. “Answer me,” he growls.

“I want you to taste my pussy, Rylan. I want you to lick it until I cum. Please don’t tease me, I need you too badly right now,” I plead, writhing under his gaze. His growl spikes and then levels out to a point that it almost sounds like a continuous purr, but he doesn’t make me wait a second longer.

The first swipe of his tongue causes me to throw my head back and scream. It’s like my body is possessed. I clutch onto this hair and pin my thighs around his neck, arching and grinding into his mouth. I practically fuck his face and my enthusiasm only seems to spur him on. His hands dance over every sensitive spot on my body, grazing over my asshole before making their way to my clit. Unfortunately, he only gives my sweet spot a few rolling touches before his hands find my tits. He plays with my sensitive nipples as I frantically try to line my clit up with his roaming tongue, but he evades me. I’m so fucking wet and worked up I could cum for him right now if only he’d play with my clit again.

I try to reach down between us to do the work for him, but Rylan stops my hand. “You will not cum until this is buried deep inside that tight cunt of yours.” He strokes his fat cock again and I whimper in anticipation. A thick drop of cum beads at the tip and I eye it with curiosity and hunger.

“Come here and let me taste you first,” I tell him. His eyes go wide at my suggestion, flickering brightly again, and he obliges me.

My first desire is to lick that cum off the tip, so I help grab his thickness and tongue the wet spot. “God damn, you taste good,” I tell him. He uses one hand to pull the hair back from my face so he can watch me. His other hand feeds me his cock. I can’t even begin to fit the whole thing in my mouth, so I work on sucking and slurping what I can while I work him with my hands. Precum starts to drip from him, but before I can lap it up he pulls away from me. His purr switches back to a growl and I tremble in excitement.

“No more waiting,” he tells me gruffly.

“No more waiting,” I agree, leaning back on the bed and spreading my legs wide for him. He positions his dripping cock against my wet slit, claiming my mouth in a kiss at the same moment that he strokes into me. I scream from the shock and raw pleasure of it. He pauses over me, dropping sweet kisses to my lips and jaw. I’m completely and utterly lost.

The feel of his thickness buried deep inside my core is beyond delicious. He begins to slowly pump in and out of me. My eyes roll back into my head and I let out a long, keening cry. My pussy grips all that extra skin on his member in a unique way. It’s hard to describe the sensation, but it almost feels like my pussy is sucking on him. And I’m so fucking wet, the harder he rams into me, the more it actually sounds like I’m sucking and slurping on that big alien dick of his again.

“Oh, fuck, Rylan, that feels so damn good,” I manage to tell him as the thrust of his cock connects with my G-spot. “Don’t stop doing that.”

“I could do this all night,” he groans. “And every night, if you’d let me.”

“I want it,” I whimper.

“Anything, Faith, all you have to do is ask.”

“Touch my clit, Rylan, play with it,” I urge. He smiles at me, and what might have been a laugh morphs into a possessive growl. Suddenly, he flips me over so fast I don’t know what hit me. His knees push mine apart and he thrusts inside of me again, leaning over my body so we are pressed tightly together. His arms hug me. It all feels so good I can hardly stand it. I love being this close to him. His hand reaches around and finds that sweet spot between my legs. He rolls his digits over it and two swipes later it’s all over for me. He thrusts deep and then I’m cumming as he keeps on rolling my clit and fucking my spasming pussy. I’m screaming and bucking against him when he starts to cum right along with me. The sensation is bold and I can feel hot jets of his seed shooting inside of me. My pussy twitches from the aftershocks of my orgasm and his thrusts slow.

Rylan rolls next to me and pulls my naked body over his, tucking my head beneath his chin. His dangerous hands gently caress my back and shoulders. I feel so damn good, so happy and safe and content. I have to clench my teeth and close my eyes to keep the tears at bay. I haven’t cried in a long time… Of course I haven’t been happy in a long time either and the emotion is overwhelming. Thankfully, Rylan saves me from myself with a firm slap to the ass.

“Yeouch!” I exclaim, but he just gives the cheek a gentle squeeze.

“That was heaven, Faith,” he tells me, still gripping my butt.

I rise up a bit to peer at him with a cheesy smile. “Yeah, that was pretty damn good, wasn’t it?”

“Perhaps now is a better time for me to talk you into waiting for me?”

“Rylan…” I protest. Some foreign emotion rears its ugly head inside of me. I feel like a rat desperately trying to escape a sinking ship. I don’t like his question. It’s loaded. It isn’t just, “Hey, let me give you a ride.” It’s a request for trust, it’s an admission that I need someone else to survive. He’s asking me to surrender myself to these feelings and I just don’t know that I can. Sure, I could try to be happy. I could build a life and fall in love. What I can’t do is lose everything all over again. I just don’t have that in me. It’s better to be alone.  

“I won’t press anymore,” he says, looking up at the ceiling and resuming his gentle caress of my back. I relax against him and silence hangs between us.

“Where are you headed anyway?” I ask.

He scrubs his hand over his face. “It is an event for important officials, politicians, even crime lords. Those with status take part in it each year. I bribed my way in for the purse, for my sisters,” he explains. “It is a stupid thing, with stupid people who are too concerned with status. But I will do what I must for my sisters.”

“Is it far from here?” I ask.

“Less than two days’ travel.” He shrugs and I don’t feel so bad.

“I know you’ll win, Rylan. You’ll have your sisters married off in no time.”

“How can you be so sure?” he asks, amusement finding its way into his voice again.

“Aren’t you?”

“Yes, but I want to know why you are so sure.”

“Because as far as I can tell you’re a good guy and good guys deserve some luck every now and then.”

“I got lucky tonight,” he teases, and my heart breaks a little bit.

“Don’t forget how we met,” I warn.

“I could never forget such a thing,” he assures me, and the sincerity in his voice wounds me to my core.

“Yeah well… I won’t ever forget this,” I tell him sincerely. Rylan pulls back a little and I can tell he’s trying to look at me, but I don’t want to let him. I don’t want to look into those electric green eyes, knowing that the second he drifts off to sleep I’m going to betray him.

Slowly, he relaxes again and his stroking of my back comes to a halt. Eventually his breath evens out and his hand on my back becomes heavy. He’s asleep.

I want to lie there with him, to fall asleep in his arms feeling happy and sated. I want to sleep in a place where I know I’m safe and protected and I want to wake up in the night to his hands touching and exploring me. I want him to make love to me again and again all night long—but it’s time for me to get up.

I have a ship to steal.