Page 23 of Her Alien Spy

He frowned, then pulled another container toward him and opened it, and the scent of chocolate cake wafted through the air. “It’s not a lot to expect that people are honest with you. And now I recognize that I already had one strike against me in the trust department because I kept my role to myself. And an added strike because now you see how good I am at pretending to be something I’m not.” He pointed to the cake, asking if she wanted some, and she nodded. He dished a piece out for her and then took one for himself. “I care about you. I want you to feel safe and secure with me,” he said after a few moments.

She took a bite of her cake, nodding. “I do. Like I said, just rattled. You’re really good at that. All of it. Bellaria and the Alliance are lucky to have you.”

When he looked up and his gaze met hers, it felt like being in high school again, with that one boy she was sure was her future. Her face heated, and it felt like butterflies were having a rave in her belly. And the most alarming thing was that the last time she’d had that feeling was when she was a teenager, before she focused, before she knew better.

She couldn’t remember the name of the boy she’d had such a huge crush on in high school, but she had a strong suspicion she’d never forget Andethor.

She giggled, and then it turned into a full-blown laugh as Andethor looked at her in confusion, his mouth quirking in a smile as he watched her, waiting for her to collect herself.

She shook her head, and he laughed. “What was that all about?”

“I was just thinking, this is the part in the story where, now that you’ve basically convinced me to trust you, and I want to trust you, you betray me in the worst possible way,” she said dramatically, and he rolled his eyes and laughed.

“My devious plot all comes together, and I was actually really Savis Eletath all along, trying to use and corrupt you into beingmy personal sex doll!” he said, raising an eyebrow at her, and she laughed, shaking her head.

“I knew it!” she exclaimed, and he smirked and flicked the piece of cake that was on his fork at her, hitting her smack-dab in the middle of the forehead with it. “Oh, that’s how it is, huh?” she mutters, a smirk curving her lips.

“Yeah, that’s how it is Jules. What are you gonna do about i—” That final word cut off as a chunk of chocolate cake splattered against his nose, and then it was on, and before either of them knew it, they’d ended up flinging most of the leftover food at one another making a mess. Andethor’s hair was dripping in sauce from the pasta dish they’d ordered, both were a mess of cake and frosting, and a piece of tomato clung stubbornly to Julia’s cheek. Andethor flung one last piece of chocolate cake at her, and she laughed as it lodged itself in the cleavage peeking over the top of her tank top.

His eyes darkened, and a little shiver went through her. They were both standing on opposite sides of the small table, and he slowly moved around to her as a shiver of lust-fueled excitement ran through her body.

“No way I can pass up this chance,” he murmured, and then he was ducking his head, and she felt his tongue lapping at her cleavage as he ate the cake that he’d flung there, groaning against her skin as he licked and sucked at that spot some more. “Need to make sure I get it all…” he murmured, and she tangled her fingers in his hair, arching her back, losing herself in the moment, this fantasy she’d had too many times about this particular alien coming true… and so much better than she could have expected.

His mouth… his tongue and lips and teeth teasing the delicate skin between her breasts. “Please…” she begged, and he groaned. In the next instant, he dragged her top and bra down, exposing her breasts to him, and then his greedy, talented mouth was on one nipple, kissing it, licking it, nibbling at the delicate underside of one breast as he palmed and teased the other with his large, warm hand.

She desperately gripped his hair, whimpering his name, earning a harder nip with his teeth, just beneath her nipple. “Say it again. Just so I’m sure you know exactly who’s doing this to you,” he growled, and the sound went straight between her thighs.

“Andethor,” she panted. Her free hand made its way down to his belt, unbuckling it as his lips found her needy, aching nipple, closing over it in a way that sent jolts of pleasure through her body. Once she had his pants open, she almost reverently stroked his hot, hard length as he sucked and nibbled one aching nipple, and then another, releasing it with a pop as he snarled and carried her to the seating area, stripping her pants off of her on the way, before positioning her on the sofa, sitting, looking up at him, and her first instinct was to lean forward and show him with her mouth just how much she’d fantasized about this moment.

He seemed to sense it, and gave a small shake of his head, putting his hands on her shoulders, making her lean back against the soft cushions. He kept his eyes on hers and reached down and caressed her inner thighs before slowly pushing her legs open, wide, making her feel the cool air on her overheated slit.

“Tell me you want this, Jules,” he said in a low, rough voice as he rubbed the tip of his cock through her wet folds, drawing a ragged cry from her. It was almost too much, and herfirst instinct was to closer her legs, but he held them spread, mercilessly rubbing against her as he waited for her answer.

“I want it...please,” she begged, and he groaned, and then they were groaning together as he started pushing slowly into her, stretching her, giving her exactly what she was so desperate for.

“Watch. Watch us and remember this is exactly how it should be,” he demanded, and she moaned and followed his gaze, watching as he pushed in deeper, splitting her, drawing a ragged cry from her before slowly pulling back and doing it again.

“When we get back to Asterion Station, you’re still mine. This isn’t something that we leave here. I’m not fucking letting you go, Jules,” he said, his voice roughened by desire, and all she could do was moan, panting helplessly, overwhelmed with need for him, already on the verge of falling apart.

“Please…” she begged.

“Say it. Say you’re mine and I’ll give you everything you want,” he demanded, and she nearly wept in frustration as he held his hard, thick cock still in her needy body, so close to giving her what she needed.

“I’m yours,” she cried, desperate for more, but also knowing it was true. It scared the hell out of her, but she couldn’t focus on that as he started thrusting into her, giving her long, slow, deep thrusts that had her on the edge almost immediately.

“You’re damn right you are,” he grunted, and then he was taking her harder, faster, keeping her legs spread wide so he could get as deep as he wanted, making her ache in ways she didn’t even realize were possible as he thrusted wildly into her, and when she shattered under the onslaught, he gripped her chin, making her look at him, holding eye contact with her as he kept relentlessly thrusting into her through all of it.

They were both panting, and she felt like molten lava ran through her veins, as if her body would never be cool or calm again.

“Beautiful. Again,” he growled, and it wasn’t long before he had his wish as she shattered into a million pieces, breathless, dazed, staring up at him as he pulled out of her and continued to hold her there, a fiery look in his eyes that sent shivers down her spine.

“You too,” she panted.

He shook his head. “Not yet. That was better than any fantasy I’ve ever had of you. And I’ve had plenty, Jules,” he added softly. And then he was on his knees between her spread thighs, and all semblance of thought left her mind as he played her body just as expertly as he played his guitar, his tongue and lips and even his teeth working her into a frenzy that left her thighs shaking, her heart pounding, and her mind more blank than she could ever remember it being.

It was as close as she’d ever likely come to any form of heaven. And he was clearly enjoying himself, gripping her thighs, moaning and groaning as his tongue swept along her slit, toyed with her clit, and generally turned her into a dazed mess. And he didn’t stop after bringing her to one shattering orgasm.

No, Andethor was an over-achiever in every way, gently soothing her with his tongue after her orgasm only to work her back up into another frenzy… and then another.

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