Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency (4 page)

Just…the tip.
Yeah, my mind went there. “Hopefully, I’ll get more than the tip a little later.”

His confused expression only made him seem that much sexier.

Cutlass walked me out of the restaurant with his hand at my back. That move was such a guy thing to do, but I liked it. In fact, I sort of loved it. That contact made me feel safe and protected. Almost cherished.

Cutlass might be getting some tonight.

Maybe.

Okay, probably.

As we strolled back toward the hotel, another couple walked the same path about ten yards in front of us. They were leaning into one another, whispering, holding hands—obviously together. Cutlass watched them with a thoughtful look on his face. I watched him, wondering the whole time what he was thinking.

When the man leaned down to kiss the woman’s temple, Cutlass glanced at me instead. I smiled, hoping to be encouraging, and he reached for my hand. His skin was soft and warm, and a shiver flew up my spine at the contact. That touch was electric, intense, and the perfect end to such an amazing meal.

Yup. Probably getting laid.

We inched closer the longer we walked, me ending up pressed against his arm and him clinging to my hand when we finally made it to the room. The tension between us was luscious. I almost didn’t want to open the door or do anything to break that sort of anticipatory sensation. Almost. Because the idea of throwing him down on the hallway floor wasn’t as appealing as getting him naked behind closed doors.

Even my hussy self had some standards.

“Oh,” I said, reaching for my purse. “I don’t know if I have my card.”

“That’s fine.” Cutlass ran his palm over the lock, and the door clicked open. No card that I noticed…just his hand and the scent of ozone on the air. Like when he fixed the thermostat.

I was going to ask him about that, I really was, but the second we made it inside, Cutlass pushed me against the door, pinning me in place and making my pussy positively weep with joy.

“We’re alone, Klow-ee.” My name was a whisper on his tongue, a breath of longing and desire tinged with an accent I couldn’t place. Plus, he smelled like chocolate, a fact that made me want to taste every inch of him. So fucking arousing.

Key? What key?

I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Ready and willing for more. Our noses touched as he lowered his face to mine. A slight nuzzle. Warm skin on warm skin. A total tease.

“I had a great time at dinner,” I whispered, letting my lips brush against his chin as I spoke. Cutlass moaned his agreement, his tongue peeking out to lick his lips. I wanted to feel that. Taste it. I wanted it so much.

“Klow-ee,” he murmured, the tone of his voice pure sex.

“Yes?” My eyes were heavy and almost closed, my desire something fierce and unrestrained.

“May I mate with your mouth?”

Ice bucket…thrown.

I recoiled, hitting my head on the door as I did. “Huh?”

Cutlass gave me that adorably confused look again. “I’d very much like to mate with your mouth.”

My thoughts scattered, my brain too foggy to put those words together properly. “Are you…asking for oral sex?”

His brow pulled down in what could only be confusion or frustration. Or both. “I don’t understand that term.”

“Oral sex. Fellatio. Blow job.”

“Blow…what? From the pictures I’ve seen, blowing doesn’t seem to come into play.”

Okay. Language barrier totally in the way. “Pictures? Of what?”

“Let me show you.” He pulled me closer, his movements slow and measured as if giving me the chance to refuse him. Looking at my lips the whole time.

“My mouth against yours. My hands” —Cutlass slid said hands to my ass and grabbed some serious booty— “here.”

I melted a bit. An ass-grab and a desire to kiss me? I was in.

“Oh, yeah?” An impressive package pressed against my hip, and I purposely arched into it. Teasing.

“Yes.” His nose nuzzled mine again. His lips so close. “May I?”

“Kiss,” I whispered, letting our lips brush. Sinking into the sparkling reality of being completely surrounded by this man.

He inhaled sharply. “Kiss?”

“That’s what it’s called. Not mouth-mating. Kissing.”

“Ah.” He leaned in, dragging his lips along my jaw. “May I kiss you, Klow-ee?”

Deep down, I’d like to say I did something suave and sensual, something awesome in response. That I said some damn sexy words and really played up the tension.

Nope.

I grabbed him around the neck and yanked the two of us together instead. Our lips met, and a fire exploded within me. Hot. He was so hot to the touch. So hard and muscular as he fell into my body. The door bit into my back, but I didn’t care. I had Cutlass against me, his mouth on mine, his cock pressing into my hip. A few bruises would totally be worth it.

Cutlass sucked on my bottom lip before plunging his tongue into my mouth. In a good way, not like a gag-reflex-initiator way. Tongues sliding together, breathing harder than if I was running a marathon—or so I assumed—I gave as good as I got. Moaning, grabbing, pulling, nibbling on that plump lower lip and all-out attacking his mouth with mine. Again, in a good way. Not like some sort of nasty kissing, openmouthed, licking-all-over-each-other’s-faces way. That wouldn’t be hot, and the moment with Cutlass was definitely—
definitely
—hot.

And Cutlass? He held his own. God, he was a good kisser. All heat and soft and pressure and small nibbles when he needed to break. I liked that. Liked him. Liked both a lot.

“Cutlass,” I groaned as I pushed myself away from the door. He followed my lead, allowing me to direct him toward the bed. The perfectly situated king bed.

God bless the IG Dating Agency for the brilliant plan of shoving us together in a hotel room with just one bed.

Cutlass totally let me direct the progression, which was good because he was big enough that I doubted I’d be able to move him without help. And when his knees hit the mattress, he sat down. Well, technically, he sort of fell. I wouldn’t call him out on that, though. He must have been so distracted by our awesome kisses he didn’t realize where I was leading him or what I had planned.

Yeah, that sounded like a good excuse.

Cutlass stared at me, looking all hot and bothered and only slightly confused, as if he hadn’t been prepared to stop with the kissing. His hair had lost some of that perfect wave, and his lips were even plumper. Sex-tousled, I’d call him. Soon-to-be sex-tousled, really.

“Plan B time.” I grinned before grabbing the bottom of my dress and dragging the fabric over my head, leaving me in the sheer and strappy shit I’d thrown on before dinner.

Way to think ahead, past me.

Cutlass’ eyes heated as he took me in, as he devoured me with just a look. As he licked his lips in what had to be anticipation. He ran a single finger along the lace of my panties, his eyes dark and hooded, his lips kiss-swollen. If a look could set a person on fire, I’d be burning. A lot.

I’d be ash.

“I don’t know what a plan B is,” he said, reaching for me. His warm hands circling my hips. “But I think I might like it.”

Oh, this poor, misguided man. “Trust me, you’ll love it. I’ll make sure of it.”

T
he needs
of a Reithhar Warrior were quite simple. Beyond food and a place to hole up away from the sun, we needed little else. Our wants, though, were varied. Some hunters wanted soft skins to wrap around them when they slept or a large tribe to be a part of. Me? I wanted to claim Klow-ee with my words and my cock.

Not necessarily in that order.

She’s so beautiful, my soft, sweet human.

Klow-ee dropped to her knees, fingers strong and sure as she unbuttoned my shirt. No shaking, no sign of fear or nervousness. Her eyes met mine, so heated, her stare sexy enough that it made the head of my cock slick. Made me crave her touch in a way that caused an ache deep within.

She wanted me to fulfill her needs.

“Klow-ee.” My guttural whisper caused her flesh to prickle and flush. There was no greater temptation than that soft, warm skin all dark and ready for my attention. But I wanted to keep mouth mating with her.
Kiss-sing
, she’d called it. I liked kiss-sing her a lot. There was something so intriguing about sliding my tongue inside her mouth, about the press of her lips against mine. I also wanted to slide my cock between her legs and rut her until she screamed my name. Simple needs, all of them.

“I’m probably not ready for full-on sex yet,” she said. Still smiling, still undressing me with care. “But I want to
plae
with you.”

The word didn’t quite translate to my language, and the visuals from the translator confused me. “
Plae
? What is this
plae
?”

I growled as her fingers brushed my skin, as she rubbed my hard nipple through my shirt. The sparks that move caused were new to me. Reithhar females ignored such things, choosing to focus solely on the cock instead. I’d never once felt as if I was missing out on anything during my exploits, until Klow-ee. This human knew how to entice me for sure.

She pushed the fabric off my arms and ran her fingers over my bare chest. “It’s play, as in to have fun. You know. Everything but.”

I didn’t know, but as long as she kept touching me the way she was, I’d play with her all night.

When she reached for the fastenings on my pants, I grabbed her around the waist and yanked her close, falling back on the bed so she was draped across me. Klow-ee laughed, and the sound was a blessing to my ears. This woman, this human female, was much more than I had expected. She was beautiful and soft, funny and charming. And ignorant of my true self. I needed to tell her, and soon.

But then she pulled her legs up and straddled me, putting her weight right on my aching cock, and all thoughts of telling her anything other than
yes
and
more
flew out the window. Especially when she rubbed herself against me—gyrated that warm, wet cunt on the head of my cock just once. My control officially snapped at that touch.

“Klow-ee.” I grabbed her hips, moving her against me in a rhythm I hoped we could both find pleasure with. I definitely did. Already, my cock twitched and leaked, ready to delve into her soft, slick depths. Needing release and wanting to garner that inside of her. But she wasn’t ready, she’d said, and I would honor that. It would be so hard—because I was already
so hard
—but I’d honor it. I could only hope that this play led to something more.

As I pressed harder against her soft sex, Klow-ee leaned down, kiss-sing me deeply. With her lips against my mouth, her cunt warm and soft against my cock, she groaned and rode me toward that point of pleasure where release was inevitable. I watched her, amazed at how beautiful she was in the throes of her passion, how her body moved so well over mine. How her softness begged for my touch. My sac tightened and my cock positively screamed for more, but Klow-ee wasn’t through. Not yet. The human had more tricks for me.

In the huskiest voice I’d ever heard, she whispered, “I’m so wet for you.”

Kill shot. Hunt over. Prey destroyed.

I groaned, my fingers clutching her thighs so tight, I knew I’d leave marks. “I can feel your wet cunt against me. You have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now.”

I wanted to do more than feel her, though. I wanted to taste that cunt. Wanted to feel her juices on my tongue and savor every drop of that precious arousal. Wanted to know what sliding inside that wetness would do to me. But my Klow-ee only wanted to play, so I would do the next best thing to pressing my cock inside her. I would fulfill at least one need of hers—and one want of my own.

As Klow-ee moaned, I grabbed her thighs and pulled her up the length of my body until her sweet cunt was directly above my face. The women of my kind didn’t mate unless fertile and ready for a cub, but that didn’t mean they didn’t seek pleasure. I was well skilled with my hands and mouth. I could satisfy my female, and I would. For as long as she’d let me.

With one finger, I moved aside the thin fabric between me and her swollen cunt, and then I dove in.

“Cutlass,” Klow-ee gasped, clinging to the pillows under me as she rode my face.

“What is this?” I asked, taking a long swipe through her beautiful cunt. Licking the length of her before pulling away once more. “Is this the mouth mating that kiss-sing is not?”

Klow-ee groaned, her legs shaking under my hands. “Oral…oral sex. It’s called oral sex.”

“Is that all?” I flicked the little ball of flesh I found at the apex of her sex, loving the way she jumped and moaned. “Oral sex doesn’t roll off the tongue well. I prefer licking your sweet cunt. Can we call it that instead?”

Her moan was more than the answer I needed. I dove back in, spreading her lips with my fingers and working my tongue over her softest flesh. Her taste ran down my throat, and her scent positively smothered me. If this was Klow-ee’s version of play, I’d definitely do this all night. And all day. Every second.

I flicked the little ball again. The feel of it against my tongue brought me much pleasure, and Klow-ee twitched when I licked it. Moaned when I circled my tongue around it. She positively jerked and screamed when I sucked it between my teeth. Interesting.

“Fuck, Cutlass. Do that again.” She trembled in a way that told me paying attention to that little flesh brought her much pleasure, too. So I flicked it again, then brought it between my lips.

Klow-ee slammed her hand down on the headboard. “Yes, fuck.”

I’d be doing that again, but not yet. First, I needed to tease a bit more.

“What else is it called?” I gave that little ball another swipe, unable to pull my mouth away from it or her. “What am I doing to you? Teach me your words.”

“Cunnilingus. Going down. Fuck, giving me the best…” Klow-ee shook and moaned as she grabbed my mane and pulled me even closer. “Eating me out.”

Had I not been devouring the taste of her need, I would have laughed. No wonder she’d flushed so pleasantly when I’d offered to
eat her out
. The translator had put the words together in that order, but apparently, it was wrong. I’d have to remember that.

But we could laugh about that miscommunication later, because right then, I had Klow-ee’s cunt on my tongue, and I wasn’t giving that up. Wouldn’t take the time away from her sweetest taste to talk more.

I licked a single line from back to front, suckling the little ball of flesh before diving back inside her with my tongue. I couldn’t contain the purr, the sound of pleasure my people gave when close to sexual release. Klow-ee gasped and jerked, falling forward as she quivered all around my tongue.

“Coming, coming… Oh, fuck. I’m coming.”

The translator images were extreme and filthy, adding to my enjoyment and perfect inspiration for finishing off my female’s rush to release. But I wanted more from her. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her closer so I could pay more attention to the little ball between her flesh. She screamed, pulling and yanking my mane as she orgasmed on my tongue. As I pushed her over that edge two more times. As I drove her through her sexual releases to the point she could no longer sit up on her own. And when I was done, when Klow-ee lay beside me groggy and sated, I finally searched for my own release. Three strokes of my hand was all it took, and I spilled with her name on his lips. Her taste on my tongue. Her flesh against my side.

Next time, I could only hope to spill my seed with my cock inside of her. But only after I told her my truth.