Peak Energy by Afton Locke

Chapter One
    Planet Chromefield, 2231
     
    When a sweet, pink cloud drifted toward him, Jay Walters forgot all about the tension knotting his shoulders from the long nights of work. He was studying and quantifying the sexual energy that ran the planet—trying to find enough energy to launch and control a spaceship.
    “Lorna must be here,” Logan commented.
    Jay’s cock didn’t need to be told. It already sensed the presence of the sexy brunette who delivered lunch daily to Gal-X’s top space team. Most women struggled to hide the pink energy cloud that emanated from between their legs but not Lorna. He put his glasses back on to help see through the haze.
    Her high heels tapped across the glossy, tile floor of the research office.
    He was so stiff. He pushed his spreadsheets away. There was no way he could work with this woman around.
    “Good afternoon, gentlemen,” Lorna said in her silky, alto voice as she set the carton of food on his desk.
    Just hearing her voice made hot fluid leak from the tip of his penis. “Something smells good,” Logan said. The big, light-haired alien from Geo, an Earth colony like Chromefield, helped her take the food out of the carton.
    Something definitely smelled good, Jay thought, but it wasn’t the food. Lorna always wore a sweet, fruity lotion that made her shapely legs shiny smooth and emanated a scent that screamed “fuck me”.
    “Thanks, Logan,” she replied. “How’re your wife and husband?”
    “Alysa and Dean are fine,” Logan said.
    So was Lorna’s ass, Jay thought. It looked especially high and firm today in the short, hot-pink dress she wore, which matched her shoes and her energy. Some women’s energy was pale pink but hers was always a deep, vibrant pink. He wondered if the inside of her pussy was the same shade. He wanted her for lunch, not all this food.
    Logan grabbed a sandwich dripping with bean sprouts and a bag of whole-wheat chips then winked at Jay. “I’m going to eat in the planetarium.”
    Jerk. His boss did this every day, leaving Jay alone with Lorna so he could score , as Logan put it. Well, Jay had a lot of responsibility and needed to concentrate. Jay Walters did not have time for sex and even if he did, he would never touch her .
    He fiddled with a pencil and watched as she opened up a chicken and cheese sandwich and spread her secret white sandwich dressing on it. She knew he liked her sauce. It glinted from the overhead lights and made sticky sounds as she smoothed it slowly across the bread with a knife. Her fingers were long and slim, tipped with dark pink polish that matched her outfit.
    A twinge went through his balls as he pictured her spreading her bare pussy in front of him and smoothing similar white, pearly juices across it. Smiling with lush pink lips, she put the piece of bread back on the sandwich and licked a drop of stray dressing off her finger, just as she might lick pre-cum off his cock. Her tongue was deep pink too…
    Jay grunted involuntarily as a rush of heat flooded his groin then coughed to disguise the grunt. Finally, Lorna held the sandwich to his mouth as if she were going to feed him. No way. He was already struggling to keep a grip on his self-control. He grabbed the offering from her, accidentally brushing her soft hand. Those silky fingers would feel so good wrapped around his cock.
    “Thank you, Lorna. I can take it from here.”
    Instead of leaving, she hopped up on his desk with complete disregard for the expensive equipment and the critical work he was in the middle of. Retrieving another sandwich from the carton, she took a huge bite and chewed vigorously.
    Jay watched, mesmerized, as her olive-colored jaws worked and her cheeks alternately hollowed and filled under pink-tinged cheekbones. Exactly how her face would look with a large cock thrusting in and out of her mouth.
    “Mmm, this sandwich is so good,” she said. “Eat.”
    How could he when what he considered the most beautiful woman on the