Cutlass: Motor City Alien Mail Order Brides: Intergalactic Dating Agency (5 page)

I
was pretty
sure I’d died at some point. Killed by cunnilingus. The joke of
what a way to go
flitted through my mind but I was too tired to give it the time it deserved, so I tucked it away for next time. Because there would definitely be a next time. I’d found the oral-sex jackpot with Cutlass, and unless he turned out to be an axe murderer or someone who hated puppies, I was keeping him around.

He was nice, too. It wasn’t
just
the oral sex. Though…the oral sex was good enough on its own.

But I still needed to tell him my secrets. And man, I was not looking forward to that admission.

Hey, I totally lied about everything. Still want to snuggle?

Ugh.

Yeah, that wouldn’t be dealt with quite so soon. The man had just rocked my sexual world… Deep thoughts could wait for the morning.

I pulled Cutlass closer and rested my head against his chest, blocking out all possibilities of futures and lies and secrets. And I slept.

T
here was
something warm and solid against my back when my sex-addled brain came back online. Something soft but weighty over my waist, too. Odd. I opened my eyes and blinked against the golden light of a sunrise that definitely wasn’t coming through one of my loft’s filthy windows. Jesus, this place needed to invest in better curtains or something. I closed my eyes and recoiled from the brightness, but that same something hard held me in place.

Hard…weighty…with a blanket.

I was in a bed.

The hotel…the man…the hussiness of my vagina.

Oh lordy, I was in a bed, under the blankets, and with Cutlass at my back. At first, I was sure he’d wake up and be shocked to find me next to him. I knew that look—the wide eyes and momentary fuzziness of a man trying to figure out why his one-night-stand hadn’t stood and left. But then I sank into his hold. Cutlass didn’t seem to be that sort of guy, plus the agency had said we’d both be given two weeks. He’d had to come into this knowing he would be stuck with me for fourteen days. There should be no surprise. Not for him, at least.

For me? Yeah. The feel of warm skin and cotton against my skin—
all
my skin—gave me the surprise for the morning. I was naked.
Surprise!
I remembered riding Cutlass’s face to orgasm—remembered that particularly well, if I was being honest—and I remembered all the dirty, nasty things he’d done with his tongue. Remembered and loved. What I did
not
remember was taking off my bra and panties. Which meant Cutlass removed them.

He undressed me while I slept
.

I kind of wanted to be pissed about such a ballsy move, but really, that fucking lingerie was uncomfortable. I was glad it was all off and I wasn’t waking up with underwire poking me in the breast. Good thinking, possible future husband.

That thought nearly killed my morning mojo. One night with the man treating me to a little Taco Tuesday, and I just accepted this could be something real? Just one? Where was my independence? My sense of self-preservation? I knew nothing of the man other than he was apparently the pussy whisperer. He could still hate puppies.

As my brain began to spiral into panicked thoughts of chains and rings and things I’d have to sign, Cutlass slid a warm hand across my waist. Pulling me even closer. Resting his head against the back of my neck in a comforting, secure sort of move that calmed me in a way nothing else could have. That stilled my brain, turning my thoughts from frenzied to sexual in the space of a second. Crisis averted…for the moment.

“I can hear you thinking. Sleep, my Klow-ee.” He pulled me into the cradle of his pelvis as his lips pressed against my shoulder.

But I couldn’t sleep. Cutlass was hard where my ass met his hips, hard and hot while I was already wet with desire. With thoughts of his fingers and lips, his dirty mouth and all I knew he could do with it. I wanted more than to ride his face again—though, I’d happily mount up at any point in the future. But first, I needed to explore a bit. To give him as much pleasure as he’d given me. I needed to know what that big dick felt like breaking me open. And I needed it immediately.

“Cutlass.” I grabbed his hand and dragged it between my legs to where I was so ready for him. Leading his fingers to where I was already hot and wet. Letting him feel what he did to me. Letting him know what I wanted.

Cutlass took the hint well, rocking against me as he chuckled at my back. “Is my Klow-ee in need?”

“Yes,” I whispered, moaning as he slid his thick, blunt fingers along my pussy. He zeroed in on my clit on his second pass, the pressure harsh but welcomed. The rub of those rough hands something to be thankful for.

“You want this?” he asked in a scratchy sort of voice, one filled with carnal promise. The Sam Elliott of the dating agency candidates, perhaps.

I jerked and moaned when he gave my clit a little pinch, just enough to make me gasp. Just enough to make me clench. “More.”

He released a noise like a growl in response, rolling me forward a few inches to use his weight against me. To overtake me. “More how? Tell me what you want.”

I rocked back, wanting to tease him as much as he teased me, pressing my hands against the nightstand for leverage. Rolling my ass into his hips and finding complete and utter joy when he hissed at my hips meeting his cock again.

“Tell me,” he said.

I moaned, unable to deny that demanding tone of his. “Inside. Need you…inside.”

Cutlass took that direction like a champ, sliding his other hand between my legs to slip a finger inside me. That meant I had one arm underneath me, one over, and much of his weight leaning on my back. I was surrounded by him. Captured in a way that left me little to no room to move. And I loved it.

“What is this?” he asked as he slid a second finger deep inside me. As he made me moan with the way he refused to let me go. “Teach me your words, Klow-ee. What am I doing to you?”

I rocked on his hand, loving the stretch of his fingers. Still ready for more. “Finger-bang, Cutlass. Fuck, you’re…fingering or finger-fucking or finger-banging.”

“Hmmm, interesting.” He pressed deeper, still rubbing circles on my clit with his other hand. Still holding me against him. I spread my legs a little wider, looking for more, hoping for it. I needed him to fuck me. Had to have him inside me.

Had to.

As much as I hated to do it, I pulled on his wrists to get him to let me go. My pussy made a wet, sucking sound as he removed his fingers from it, but I didn’t care. I was too far gone to give a shit. Besides, that sound proved he’d been doing something right. Long live the squelch.

Cutlass didn’t try to hold me in place. Instead, he followed along, tracking my movements, matching them like a dancer follows their partner. Once I grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer—I totally came prepared for this weekend—I rolled over completely. Sheathing him took less than ten seconds, then I pulled Cutlass with me until he was lying between my thighs, ending with his face barely inches above mine. The weight of him, the solidness, had my legs shaking and my pussy clenching on nothing. I needed to kiss him, wanted to pull him down and take his mouth with mine. That kiss was a must, a craving. An undeniable desire.

“Cutlass.”

He grunted, rocking his hips and teasing me with the slow slide of his cock against me. Breathing hard even as he pulled back. “I should tell you…”

His body shook with what had to be his desire, his restraint obviously cracking. I wanted to break that willpower, to watch him let go and get all animalistic with me. I wanted him to be a little rough and demanding like he’d been the night before.

So I leaned up, biting his earlobe before whispering, “No more talking. Just fuck me.”

He jerked back, his eyes darting to mine. That look, that need. I felt it, too. Understood it. I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. Let his cock run all along my pussy, let him feel the heat and the wet he caused in me. Gave him permission.

Cutlass slid a hand between us to grab the base of his cock, keeping his eyes on mine. Looking like a man about to explode from need. I liked that look, his expression. It made me feel powerful and desired. Sexual.

He lined himself up just so, nudging the tip just inside, and then he shot me a cocky grin. “Hold on to me.”

And I did. I grabbed hold of his shoulders and dug my fingers deep as he thrust inside. Every muscle tensed, every nerve ending fired at once. My moan when he bottomed out was something dark and gritty and altogether filthy, but I didn’t care. He was huge. Long and hard and so much thicker than the other men I’d been with. And he used that girth to his advantage, splitting me open in ways no one ever had. Making me feel things no one before him could have. Good things. Dirty, intriguing things. Things I never wanted to end.

“What am I doing to you, Klow-ee?” he asked, his words punctuated by soft, guttural grunts as he set a pounding pace. “Teach me the words.”

I groaned and pressed my feet against the mattress, lifting my hips to take more of him. Wanting every inch, every bit. Wanting every part of him. “Fucking me. You’re fucking me, Cutlass.”

And he did. He fucked me well.

“
I
wonder
why they matched us.” I dragged my finger along the carpet, the afternoon sun shining a little more white than the morning glow.

“Our letters,” Cutlass said after a tense sort of pause. He placed a handful of openmouthed kisses along my shoulder blades, his hips cradling mine. “Your words matched mine somehow, and mine yours.”

My arm stilled, my head heavy as I stared at the floor from where I hung precariously over the edge of the bed. That fucking letter.

“What if it wasn’t the letter?” I asked, keeping my voice soft. Almost afraid of the answer.

“What else could it be?”

I rolled over, feeling somewhat hopeful. “Maybe something else. Like a feeling or a sense of something. Maybe Ampetheia just knew we’d be good together.”

Cutlass pulled me in closer, his voice almost hesitant as he answered me. “Maybe. But the agency said it was the letters they used. They told me I would want to meet you from the first time I read your words.”

I stared up at him, my heart heavy with guilt. He watched me with wary eyes of his own, as if the talk of the agency and the letters would somehow taint our day. As if we should forget how we came to be.

After a few silent moments, his lips greeted mine in a kiss that made my toes curl, but my mind was stuck on what he’d said
.

…from the first time I read your words.

But what if all those words were a lie?

M
y dream was outstanding
. There were hands and mouths all over my body, teasing me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I didn’t attempt to escape, though the heavy weight across my thighs wouldn’t let me anyway. Instead, I dreamed, floated, enjoyed the paradise around me. Warm beaches and gentle waves of the ocean. A handsome man rubbing sunscreen on my thighs. His head buried between—

I woke with a start to find my dream was partially reality. No beach, but Cutlass was between my thighs. I’d take that over sand in my bathing suit any day. As I groaned and grabbed hold of his hair to direct him, he worked his tongue against my clit like a champ. Like an expert. Like a man who knew exactly what I wanted.

Best wake-up call ever.

“Oh, God.” I arched into his touch, wanting just a little bit more. Needing it. Biting my lip as that tension built in my lower gut. “Cutlass.”

He didn’t answer with words. No, that would be too easy. Instead, he reached up and grabbed my hand as he suckled my clit. Wove his fingers between mine as he wrapped his lips around me in what had to be the greatest move ever in oral sex. I crashed right into my orgasm, not building up to that point of almost painful anticipation. Nope. This was a full-on, assault-type O.

“Ffffffuuuuuucccccckkkkkk.”

My moan only spurred him on. He didn’t let up for a second as I clenched and trembled. Oh no, he dove right back in. Thick fingers slid inside my still-quivering pussy, and he moaned against me as he continued to lick. That was just about the greatest feeling ever, and I fell right back through that pleasure wall into a second orgasm. Softer and smaller than the first time, but still so damn good. Cutlass kept going. Kept licking and thrusting and sucking and all-around being the greatest man who ever thought “huh, I wonder what would happen if I licked right there” the world had ever seen.

Or maybe that was the multiple orgasms talking.

Her taste was like nothing I’d ever experienced. Warm and sweet, distinctly her. Addictive.

I would have liked to lap at her cunt forever, would have chosen to bury my tongue inside her and work her little ball of flesh with my fingers until she shook again and again and again. But my Klow-ee, she had other plans.

She pushed me away, almost growling when I tried to refuse her.

“Want more,” she whispered.

And how could I deny her? I did as she directed, letting her go and rolling onto my back. Watching her. My cock hard and leaking as I waited for whatever
more
she needed.

She crawled over top of me, straddling my hips and letting her full breasts hang in my face. Such a teasing sight.

“Am I to suckle you, my Klow-ee?” I grabbed both breasts, rubbing hard, flicking her nipples with my thumbs. So soft, so perfect for my hands. I brought my mouth to one nipple, licking it carefully, watching her face for a reaction. She closed her eyes and rocked into my hold for a moment, obviously enjoying my attentions. But before I could pull that flesh between my lips, she smacked me away.

“Quit trying to distract me.” With a quick kiss and a laugh, she sat up. Sat right on top of my aching cock. I’d never had a female mount me before, never been the submissive partner in bedgames. And while a small part of me resisted, the rest was ready to see where she would take this. What she had planned.