Unworldly Encounter Complete Series (10 page)

Andrea twisted and writhed, her hands gripping at Jan’s shoulders as she felt herself becoming more aroused by the moment. Jan’s tongue slid out of her and worked its way back up to her pleasure center, and Andrea grabbed at his head, his shoulders, at the counter underneath her, shaking and moving as she tried to hold back and savor the tingling pleasure Jan was giving her. It occurred to her, in a brief flicker of thought she couldn’t quite sustain, to wonder that Jan was not making this a situation for training, for reward or punishment.

Andrea felt the tip of Jan’s tongue sneaking down, around, past her soaking entrance and to her tight pucker. She squirmed, feeling strange—it felt oddly good, the sensation of his tongue swirling around her, spreading the moisture, pressing ever so slightly against her tight muscles. It felt dirty and obscene and far too pleasant. But before she could protest or even think to react beyond squirming, Jan’s tongue had moved back up to her pleasure center, flickering faster than she could have imagined possible, bringing her to a swift, inevitable orgasm.

She sagged against the cabinets, shaking slightly, panting, as Jan slipped back, pulling away from her body, kissing her breasts lightly on his way up onto his feet. “I love you, Drea,” he murmured, bringing his lips down against hers. Andrea could taste herself on his tongue as his hands came to life along the curves of her body, teasing her into renewed arousal. He cupped her breasts as he deepened the kiss, rolling and twisting her nipples, and Andrea gasped, breaking away, feeling the tingling aching pleasure and pain of the contact. “Do you love me?” Jan asked her, his voice not quite making it a question, not quite concerned and not quite confident all at once.

“Yes—God, yes, I love you, Jan.” She felt the heat and rigid hardness of his member pressing against her, the tip dragging along her inner thighs. Andrea’s lower body still felt hopelessly remote, not quite real as tingling jolts of pleasure shot through her in the aftermath of her orgasm. Jan pulled her to the edge of the counter, positioning himself against her sex, rubbing against her slowly. Andrea pushed her hips down, not sure that she could take another assault from the alien’s almost comically large organ, but feeling as though she might die if she didn’t. He had said he loved her. He wanted to be her mate. He wanted to stay with her for the rest of his life.
 

Jan teased her for what felt like hours, and Andrea nearly begged him, nearly pleaded, for him to finish her off, for him to take her and let her feel him inside of her. His hands moved over her body with a casual kind of ownership, stroking and touching, exploring as if he was determined to commit every line and curve and fold to memory. It was so unlike their BDSM sessions of the days before, and yet she had no doubt that he was completely and totally in control. She knew that she was still, somehow, submitting to him, to his desire to have her and to claim ownership of her body and give her pleasure.
 

Finally, when the words were on her lips to beg him to stop torturing her, Andrea felt Jan thrust into her slowly. His member, pushing past the resistance of her body, felt almost like a hot stone; smooth and rigid, inexorably pressing deeper and deeper into her. Andrea moaned out, wrapping her legs around his waist, her arms around his shoulders, melting against his body and pushing her hips down to meet his thrust. Jan pushed the last few inches into her all at once, filling her up, and Andrea heard the rumble of his reaction, felt the way his whole body went tense as he held himself back from his own climax. They moved together, and for the first time since she had first given in to him, Andrea felt herself almost as an equal in the coupling of their bodies, not giving in or taking less than she gave; she rubbed her body against his, moving her hips.
 

Jan began to move faster and faster, thrusting deeper inside her, and Andrea matched his pace with her own, touching him everywhere she could reach, kissing along his neck, his face, his shoulders, as her hips pushed down with mindless need, her body tingling as she came closer and closer to her third orgasm of the day with every movement. She twisted and tilted her hips, shifting against him, her muscles tightening around Jan’s member erratically as she started to lose control. The size of his endowment meant that there was constant pressure, constant friction against her pleasure centers—both inside and the bead of nerves above her entrance—making it utterly impossible for her to hold back. She cried out, almost startled at the force of the pleasure that crashed through her veins, crackling along every nerve in her body.
 

A heartbeat later, she felt Jan’s body tense against hers. She heard him call out something in his own jarring, almost guttural language as they both reached the peak of their orgasms, moaning and panting, holding each other in desperation.
 

After a few moments, Jan pulled back, smiling, still breathing heavily but more in command of himself than Andrea could imagine being for several minutes longer. “I do love you, Drea,” he said, kissing her lightly on the forehead.

“I love you, too,” Andrea said, not entirely sure of the words that were leaving her mouth. She leaned against him, utterly spent, content for the moment that there was the possibility that he would continue to be there, would continue to make her feel so incredibly good. The endless list of complications, of what ifs and questions and the bizarre absurdity of it all, were no longer important to her. All that mattered was that she felt better than she ever had in her entire life, and that this man, this alien, was in love with her, wanted to be with her, and wanted to be her mate.

PART FOUR

THE LEAVES RUSTLED, AND ANDREA breathed in the damp, earthy smell as she and Jan walked. Her skin tingled slightly with anticipation of an insect or something landing on her. “You’re sure you know what you’re looking for?” she asked for the third time since they had entered the woods.

“Yes, I am sure,” Jan snickered. “I would not put you in danger, Drea. Why are you afraid of the woods?”
 

Andrea glanced around dubiously. “Poisonous snakes, poisonous bugs, poison ivy, poison sumac…”
 

“Ah, yes. There are poison things in our forests as well.”
 

“You have forests?” Andrea wondered what Jan’s planet actually looked and felt like.

“We do.” Jan reached down and tugged a vine free of the ground and the tree it was wound around, breaking the fragile stem when he estimated he had enough of the vegetable material. “Many, many years ago, long before my time, it was decided the natural beauty of the planet should be preserved as much as possible.” Jan stuffed the vine into a bag he had brought from Andrea’s place.
 

The trek into the woods had come about after a long discussion about how they would tackle a variety of issues. Jan had made it clear to Andrea that he was interested in staying with her—permanently. Andrea smiled to herself as she remembered just how clear he had made it. She didn’t feel that he was trying to force her exactly; if she had refused him outright, Andrea had no doubts that Jan would feel honor-bound to leave her life forever. But he loved her, and his argument—that it would be much easier to stay with someone you were bound to forever by choice rather than by force—was one she couldn’t counter.

In order to make that happen, they had to assimilate Jan into human society, and they had to shake off his fellow aliens. “They are anxious to go home with their subjects,” Jan told her earlier in the morning. “My colleagues want very much to begin their experiments. To discover more about human sexuality and perhaps develop a human hybrid that could be of use to us.” He shook his head. “A few casualties are to be expected. Me going missing, dying, will not be too much of a cause for alarm, as long as I—how do you say it— play it properly?”

“So what is your plan?”

“I am thinking that there is an unfortunate incident,” Jan flashed his teeth in a grin. Andrea noticed that they were subtly different from human teeth; they were the same omnivorous kind, but there seemed somehow to be more of them. “I send several messages saying I am moving around, that I am in danger of discovery. I message that I have found a subject. Then…” He made a sound of a shotgun blast. “My subject’s husband finds me taking her and kills us both. No time to rescue me.”
 

Andrea laughed, “It’s like a setup from a TV show.”

“But it will work,” Jan insisted. “First we must do a few things.”

As they continued to wander in the woods, collecting the various plants that Jan required for the recipe to make him look human, Andrea heard a high-pitched chirp. It sounded like some kind of out-of-place bird. Jan reached into one of the many pockets on his coverall and withdrew the communication device she had seen him using the morning after their first kink-filled tryst. He muttered some syllables that were so foreign to her that if she hadn’t seen him make the sounds, Andrea would have questioned whether they were a language at all.
 

Jan listened, and Andrea heard a muted return of the sounds, something like Chinese mixed with German, with Russian for seasoning—harsh, slightly lisping, with throaty vowels and strange consonants.
I don’t want to even imagine what the written system is like
, she thought idly. Jan spoke again and then paused to listen once more. He was keeping his voice quiet, in spite of the fact they were alone in the woods. Andrea looked around them. The animals, whatever might have been in the area, went silent at the sound of speech. There was a final interchange between Jan and his colleague, and then Jan shut off the device and slipped it back into his pocket. “I have begun the scheme,” Jan said, giving Andrea a playful smile.

“Just what did you tell them?”

Jan’s lips twitched as he turned to continue through the woods in search of more ingredients for the recipe he had been given. “That I have found a woman. She lives with a family, so I must take precautions. I am staking out—this is the right word? I am watching her to find a moment when she may be vulnerable. I must keep silence, but will check in again when all is clear.” Andrea shook her head, smiling at the ruse.

They continued on their quest, with Jan asking Andrea what the English words were for the plants he was gathering. Some of them she knew; acorns were easy to identify, as was a type of fern that she remembered was edible. Even more of them, though, she had no idea of the names, no idea if they were even poisonous to her. She hoped Jan knew what he was doing, that he wasn’t just gathering plants willy-nilly and that he wouldn’t die from his concoction. The idea of having to take an alien to the hospital to get his stomach pumped was unappealing, to say the least.

When they returned home, Andrea had another concern as Jan began to brew the plants he had gathered on her stove, chopping and tearing, crushing and mixing things into a pot of water. The smell wasn’t terrible—it was green, faintly bitter-edged, with a weird citrusy undercurrent from some of the berries he had collected—but it was bound to attract some notice from her neighbors.
What if some idiot thinks I’m turning the house into some kind of meth lab?
But she had to let Jan proceed. The kitchen became steamy, and Andrea’s head swam from the different vapors that filled the air along with the scent. She was drenched in sweat and wondered why Jan didn’t seem to be bothered by it.
 

“You should take off your clothes,” he said, glancing at her with amusement in his honey-gold eyes.

“We are not having sex while you work on some potion,” Andrea countered firmly. “You might, I don’t know, miss the timing or something.” Jan left the stove, coming over to lift her to her feet, his hands wandering slowly all over her body through the fabric of her clothes.

“You are my mate,” he murmured lowly, brushing his lips against hers. “If you are to be my sub, then I will expect you to be naked as much as possible.” He cupped her breast, giving her a squeeze. “I love your body, little Drea. So soft and yielding…” He teased her nipple through her clothes, and Andrea let out a slightly whimpering moan of reaction. “Besides,” Jan said, his voice taking on an amused tone, “if you are naked you will not mind the heat so much.” Andrea chuckled as Jan stepped back, turning his attention back to the brewing potion.
 

She hesitated for a moment before beginning to strip her clothes off, glancing furtively at Jan. He was right, without the layers she had worn to avoid insects and poisonous plants in the woods, she was much more comfortable in the steamy kitchen. Jan turned at one point to look at her and smiled contentedly, raising one dark eyebrow as he took her in. “I think we make a rule,” he said, stirring the concoction with a wooden spoon.

“What rule?” she asked, sitting back in nothing more than her bra and panties, debating whether to grab one of her lighter robes from her bedroom.

“Whenever we are home together, you must be naked, or as close to naked as possible.” Jan turned off the heat on the stove and turned to face her fully. “That will be my first rule for you as your Master. I must have access to your beautiful body as much as possible.” Andrea’s lips twitched with a mixture of amusement, desire, and confusion.