HE COLLAPSED INTO ME.
Or maybe it was I who had collapsed?
For a moment I thought I’d blacked out, but then I realized the glass wall had simply gone dark—completely opaque. The sounds of the other Ks grunting and of flesh slapping on flesh had also been snuffed out, because my own labored breathing suddenly sounded so loud in my ears in the too-quiet room that I shared only with Vair.
I could hear his breaths as well. Feel them fanning the top of my head.
The wall had released my wrists. I was sandwiched in between it and Vair, his arm around my waist holding me upright against him, his semi-hard cock still buried deep.
His lips skated down the side of my sweaty face, pressing kisses as he asked me if I was all right.
I didn’t have an answer.
I wasn’t sure if I was all right.
I wasn’t sure of what had just happened to me—if I would ever be all right again.
“I need you to be,” he told me when I didn’t respond. “Because we’re not done, darling.”
My muscles pulsed and tightened around him in reaction to his words.
“That’s my good girl,” he purred in my ear. I felt him harden and lengthen within me in turn. “Always ready for me.”
I winced as he withdrew, sore from our rough coupling. But more than that, it was the loss of him inside of me that chafed. Even though it was only for a moment as he turned me in his arms so that I was facing him.
His hands gripped beneath my ass, and my heeled feet left the ground as he lifted my legs up to wrap around his waist. The wall felt cold against my damp back as he pressed me flush against it.
“I missed you,” he said as his lips connected with mine. Tasting. Then devouring.
The tip of his hard cock prodded the tender folds between my thighs, and I clutched his shoulders, urging him closer, feeling my body melt into him as the gentle, erotic thrust of his tongue mimicked that of the thick organ working its way inside of me.
Arching my back against the wall for leverage, I angled my pelvis forward, rocked and ground into him, encouraging his possession despite how sore and swollen I felt inside.
My need for him was stronger than the discomfort.
I felt crazy for wanting him so much. Crazier still at the prospect of this night coming to an end.
And it would have an end. It was virtually the only certainty that existed between us within this unsustainable dance that we were engaging in.
Yet I wanted the moment to go on. Wanted these feelings and this need that I felt between us to be real. To hold a place of permanency within me where I knew they had no right.
He thrust deeper, penetrating me to the hilt and making me gasp at the fullness. He stilled, letting me adjust.
Our foreheads met. His nose nuzzled mine as our breaths intermingled.
“Did you miss me?”
I wasn’t sure what he was asking. Was he asking if I’d missed him since we’d seen each other earlier tonight? Or if I had missed him for the past nine weeks?
Either way, I didn’t have an answer. Vair wasn’t someone I could afford to miss.
“Do you remember this room from your last visit?”
I shook my head. I’d been in the basement of his x-club during my last visit?
This was news to me. But not entirely unbelievable, considering that many details about events that had taken place that night after he’d bitten me remained hazy despite them otherwise being such potent memories.
I mostly remembered the sensations I’d felt at his touch. The scent of his skin, the taste of his mouth and his sex, the sounds he’d made. I recalled, too, the many positions in which he’d taken me, but they were only snapshots of colorful imagery in my mind’s eye, interspersed within the more powerful waves of lust that I’d ridden, over and over again.
I felt his smile against my lips. “Would you like to see my favorite memories?”
It was one of those Vair-speak questions that didn’t require answering. He was going to show me, whatever it was.
I heard Vair’s “memories” before I saw them as three-dimensional video images came to life all around us in the previously quiet space.
A nervous giggle bubbled up in my chest—more giddy than anxious. Because there was nothing funny about the erotic images of us on display when I turned my head to take in this new footage from my first x-club visit.
To my surprise, I saw that I’d had sex with Vair while restrained before tonight.
And I had definitely liked it.
There was footage of Vair taking me from behind while I was bent forward over and tied to what looked like a padded sawhorse. Images of him fucking my upside-down mouth while I was bent backward, strapped to a bench.
My sex fluttered around him as I watched the shocking videos play out.
He began to move inside me. Slow and easy, but at an angle that was so deep.
My thighs flexed; my ankles tightened around his waist.
“You see how good we are together?” His teeth nibbled my earlobe. “How perfect?” His questions were delivered as statements of fact.
What I saw was that my E.T. was a kinky motherfucker—beyond anything my limited vanilla sexual experience had ever contemplated.
We were wholly incompatible.
In another hologram, I was restrained to one of those x-shaped Saint Andrew’s crosses, moaning and screaming my head off as Vair knelt in front of me—his mouth and hands working my sex without mercy.
My insides clenched around Vair at the sight of it. I rotated my pelvis into him.
It might’ve been the hottest visual I’d ever seen. It was an image that I knew would stay with me. One that I couldn’t—didn’t want to—unsee.
We were clearly wrong for one another.
“You see why I had to have you back at my club?” His mouth was laving my throat now. His fingers tugging my nipples.
I did see.
And yet I didn’t.
“Are you all right, love?”
I nodded. Feeling overwhelmed. Needing more. Wanting less. Craving everything my scary alien lover had to give.
“Is this okay?” He dragged in and out.
Stretching me.
Soothing me.
Burning me up inside and making me ache for more.
I couldn’t speak. I nodded again.
“I’m going to bite you, Amy.”
It was a statement. But the way he announced it let me know that he would give me a choice in the matter—an opportunity to tell him no if I didn’t want that.
It made me want it even more.
I nodded, tilting my throat up into his marauding mouth. My fingers slid through the silky hair at the back of his head, coaxing him closer as my hips ground and rotated against him, meeting his too-slow, too-gentle thrusts.
“Yes … that’s it, darling. Show me. I’ll give you everything you want.”
His movements sped up, his hips thrusting and rolling between my thighs with renewed urgency as his mouth latched onto the column of my neck and his hand stole between our bodies to finger my throbbing bundle.
I felt the sting of his bite and cried out, a sliver of fear racing through me as the slicing pain of his sharp teeth rent my fragile flesh.
But the erotic, sucking pull of his lips and tongue on my wound that followed next wrenched my orgasm from me with a white-hot force that caused my vision to fade, my skin to burn, my heart to race.
I knew nothing after that but mindless pleasure, my body convulsing over and over through all-consuming climaxes, lost in a world where there was only Vair. Only us. As again and again we reached for a pleasure together that was nothing short of divine.
I was vaguely aware of Vair bathing me at some point ages later—it might’ve been hours or days. Of Vair’s coworker Shalee examining me afterward and taking my vitals in odd places and with foreign medical devices as she and Vair spoke in hushed tones.
I remembered being beyond wrecked exhausted, yet fighting the call of sleep, not wanting my night with Vair to be at an end. I remembered embarrassing myself by telling Vair so, saying that I didn’t want to fall asleep and wake up alone inside my apartment again—like the first time I’d gone to his club. Then I tried to cover it up by complaining that it was his K saliva that had made me say it.
He kissed me and promised to be there when I woke up as he tucked me into the most comfortable bed I’d ever laid upon. I fell asleep shortly thereafter to the lulling sound of his deep voice speaking in Krinar, and to the sensation of his fingers combing lazily through my hair.