An Alien To Love by Jessica E. Subject Page B

through the halls beside him, anxious to experience everything he could give her. He ducked into the kitchen, giving her pause. “Are you sure we should be in here?”
    “Get out of here this instant,” a woman yelled, shaking her spoon at them.
    Her date laughed, taking her further into the room, toward another door. They burst through the exit, out into the cool night air. Into an alley.
    She’d expected a hotel room, a car, at least, not some lane behind the hotel among garbage bins filled with rotting food.
    But she had no time to object. He pinned her up against the brick wall with his body, holding her hands above her head.
    He kissed her, no, devoured her. He tasted her with his lips, his tongue plunging inside her mouth, beginning an erotic dance.
    She became lost in the moment, unable to form a clear or coherent thought.
    Even through layers of clothing, his hard cock pressed against her stomach. She wanted him now, didn’t care where they were.
    As if reading her mind, he reached down, gathering her skirt. Goosebumps formed on her exposed legs from the cool breeze. But the heated desire racing through her body from his ravishing mouth burned them away with haste. She’d never been kissed so passionately.
    With one hand holding her skirt tight, he slid his other between her legs, trailing his hand along the cloth of her thong. She shivered, awaiting penetration of any kind. She creamed against the small piece of fabric as he rubbed her swollen mound.
    “Oh, that’s what I like.” He reached down to catch the juices running down her leg then grabbed a handful of material and ripped. “But these were getting in the way.”
    Tossing her underwear away, he explored her slick folds. She whimpered as he brushed his finger along her clit. She wanted more, all of him. When he slid his digit inside, she moaned, her core tightening around him. Finally .
    He kissed along her neck, nipping her skin, intensifying her pleasure. Two more fingers slipped into her. Weak-kneed, she rode up and down his digits, intense pressure welling deep within. She sucked in short, sharp breaths. Too much time had passed since she’d had anything but toys and her own appendages touching her most intimate spots.
    In a blinding explosion, she released. “God, yes!”
    She rode the exhilarating wave as he continued to pump her. Her muscles relaxed, but she still yearned for him. Their night had just begun.
    “Why don’t we go somewhere else and continue this? We can get a room if you want.” She didn’t care where as long as they were off the street and had a little more privacy. The possibility of someone catching them excited her, but she didn’t want the rest of their time together interrupted.
    “I have the perfect place, if you’re willing to trust me.”
    How could she? She’d just met him, didn’t even know his name. Yet she refused to say no, couldn’t have him walk away and leave her alone and needy. She’d go wherever he wanted to take her, whether to a bondage dungeon or a closet. So long as he took her, over and over. Because, for once, she’d found a guy who pleasured her without her asking. She planned to return the favor as soon as they left the alley.
    With one hand gripping her ass, he skimmed a finger back across her slick folds. “Well, do you?”
    Only aware of her growing need, she nodded.
    He returned to her slippery heat, plunging in and out. “First, tell me your name.”
    “Danyka.” Her name rolled out as she moaned with his movements.
    “Okay, Danyka, hold onto me.”
    How could she not? He’d transformed her knees, her entire body, to jelly with his touch. She already gripped his sleeves, afraid if she let go she’d fall, slide down the wall.
    Pulling some kind of remote from his pocket, he pressed the single white button on its surface. He slipped the device back into his pouch then leaned forward to reclaim her mouth.
    She had her eyes closed, her lips pressed against his, when the sensation