Six Months Later

Six Months Later

“Do we grab him tonight?”I asked Jax, sitting opposite me at the small table in our latest nondescript hotel room. I’d adjusted to the transient enforcer lifestyle much faster than I’d anticipated, given my desire to control my external world. He looked up from his communication device—similar to a cellphone, but with a hell of lot longer range—and I caught my breath. I’d never get used to the glowing blue around his cat’s eye pupils.

Jax lifted an eyebrow. “We? Are we having that conversation again?”

“Yes. When are you going to let me come on an apprehension?”

“Never.”

“I’m ready,” I argued. “For six months, I’ve been your analytical brain. I’m ready to go on a mission.”

“Mel, I appreciate how your facility with numbers has assisted me in understanding some of the more complex human documents I have come across,” he began in his conciliatory tone that drove me up a wall, because a but always followed. “But, you will never go on an apprehension. It is not something you need to be a part of.”

“It doesn’t matter that I want to?” I wasn’t sure why I’d begun pushing this. The first few months had been cool, and I was more than content to stay behind, shielded from the Syndicate wet-work, a shockingly common occurrence on Earth, given the Brak resemblance to humans. I’d accepted the fact that my alien boyfriend was essentially a Mob hitman. Except, somewhere along the way, I wanted to see the reality of what was happening. Sometimes, Jax arranged transport of a Runner off-world for punishment. More often, Jax made the Runner disappear. It was sweet that Jax wanted to protect me from it. But, I was stronger than that.

“No, it does not,” he said with a note of finality, returning his gaze to the device on the heavy wooden table before him.

I jumped to my feet, hands fisted on my hips. “Then maybe I won’t help anymore.” Anger blazed through me. I wasn’t going to be sidelined anymore.

Jax lifted his gaze again, surprise flitting across his face, before it hardened with resolve. He stood and stepped around the table to stand over me, his gargantuan size dwarfing me. “What will you do?” His normally inflectionless voice wasn’t so inflectionless now.

“I…”

“Yes?” The single syllable question dripped with an unknown danger.

I swallowed audibly. Heat had begun pooling deep inside.

“What happens if you are hurt?”

“You wouldn’t let that happen,” I whispered.

He cupped my chin. “I cannot control everything.”

“You control enough,” I insisted.

“No, I do not,” he disagreed, his fingers caressing my cheek now, his silky smooth skin and gentle touch deepening my desire.

“You don’t trust me to do it right,” I said, my anger dissipated.

“You are not who I do not trust.” He released by face and stepped backward. “Shall we have a demonstration of what could happen?” His blue eyes flashed brighter.

“Um,” I mumbled, unsure where this might go, and not sure if I was ready.

“You say you are ready to go on an apprehension.”

His declaration jumpstarted me and I stepped to him. “Show me what you got.”

“Sit on the bed,” he ordered and I complied. “Let me get something.” He turned from me and began rummaging through a briefcase he sometimes used, mainly because it fit the federal agent image, and withdrew a piece of plastic about the size of a half sheet of paper.

I flinched at the sight, remembering the painful result when I touched the aelker it held.

“I see you remember.”

“How could I forget? It felt like I’d stuck my finger in an electrical outlet.”

Jax sat to my right on the bed, turning the piece of plastic over and over in his hands.

My eyes remained glued to it, mesmerized by the sliding around of the different liquid colors.

“Are you ready?” he asked, his voice low.

“Ready for what?” My voice sounded shaky, even though I knew Jax wouldn’t hurt me. At least not on purpose.

He held the plastic sheet in his right hand, placing his fingers directly onto an iridescent red section. Of course, because his physiology allowed interpretation of the transmission, he wasn’t shocked. He held his left hand aloft above my right arm, motionless against my jeans. He slowly lowered his hand toward my arm.

A distinct hum reached my ears a moment before an arc of electricity leaped from his fingers to the skin on my arm.

“Ouch!” I yelped and skittered backward on the bed, hitting the headboard. I cradled my arm in the other, watching the angry red mark fade with the pain of the electricity.

“You did not like that.”

“No, of course not! Why would you do that?” I was wounded, in more ways than one. He knew that would hurt. And did it anyway.

“I am not trying to hurt you,” Jax said, reading my mind as it seemed he often could. “I promise.” He scooted closer, stopping to sit cross-legged next to where I now had my knees hugged to my chest. “Watch.”

My eyes tracked his movements as he lifted his fingers from the iridescent red liquid and placed them instead in the blue. He reached his other hand for me and I recoiled.

“Trust me,” he said, in his low, rumbling voice.

I nodded, mute, and held out my arm. My eyes closed involuntarily in anticipation of a shock of pain when the familiar hum reached my ears. A light snap, like a rubber band, hit my arm. My eyes flew back open. “That didn’t hurt,” I exclaimed.

“How did it feel?”

“Do it again,” I said, instead of answering, stretching my legs out on either side of Jax and reaching out with both arms. This time I kept my eyes open.

Jax slowly lowered his fingers and danced them along my arm.

The blue arc of electricity was smaller than the red had been, and the power was intoxicating. A ribbon of excitement wound its way through me. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, revealing my lace bra. I didn’t have to say what I wanted. Jax tapped his fingers along the swell of my breasts, then along the underside. The electricity followed where his fingers landed. I stared down to watch the arcs of energy, and a moan escaped.

He reached around to unclasp my bra, the electric snaps on my back stirring enough heat that I wondered if I could orgasm just with electricity play. My breasts freed, Jax tapped one finger on a nipple.

“Oh my god,” I breathed, my hands flexing open and closed, grabbing at the flowered bedspread. He pushed me gently backward, and the feel of the electricity caused me to arch my pelvis at him.

“Not yet,” he said, though he reached for the button of my jeans. When his fingers touched it, a muted electric zap pulsed through the jeans fabric. It zapped again when he pulled the zipper down, ever so slowly, the electric buzz more sustained. He stopped.

“What—” I started to ask, before a seductive smile bloomed on my face. “I’ve got this.” He couldn’t grip both sides of my tight jeans to remove them, and he didn’t want to release the aelker from his other hand. I slid my jeans over my hips, swinging a leg over so that I was sitting on the side of the bed again. I stood, checked to make sure Jax was watching, and then slowly shimmied out of my jeans, leaving them in a pile on the brown and gray carpet. I looped a finger in my panties.

“Not yet.” Jax slid over and patted the bed next to him.

I withdrew my finger from the edge of my panties and laid down on the bed beside him, head turned to watch his actions.

He reached for my face.

I jerked back.

“Trust me,” he said.

I nodded.

His fingers tapped along my cheek to my lips, the sound of the electricity nearly as erotic as the energy consuming me. His fingers continued their journey along my neck, over my chest, circling my belly button, before ending at the hem of my panties. He lifted his fingers before looping one in the hem, much like I had done. But, the feeling was completely different. He tugged the side, gently at first, before pulling sharply. I sighed at the sound of fabric tearing.

“I liked those.”

“I like them much more when you are not wearing them.” Jax’s eyes had begun glowing brighter as his desire rose to match mine. He unexpectedly stood, but before I could object, I saw that he was using his free hand to undo his own jeans. The zipper sounded and then his cock jumped free. He always went commando, so there were no briefs or boxers to get out of the way. He straddled my naked body on the bed.

I trembled in anticipation.

Jax ran his fingers along my hip, the arc of electricity raising light welts on skin of my hip bone. He caressed my hip, the tickling pain merging with pleasure. His hand slid over and then lifted above my pussy. “This will be intense,” he said, in either warning or promise.

My breath hitched. “Do it.”

His finger touched my outer folds, the pulse of electricity consuming me. He parted them and I moaned.

“Inside,” I demanded.

Instead he removed his fingers. “You will not like that. It is too intense.”

“Try me.”

“If you are sure,” he said, and I nodded.

His fingers resumed their exterior probing and, just when I thought I’d orgasm just from the touch, he inserted one finger into—

“Oh my god, no,” I shouted, pushing him away and scuttling into a seated position. “That was awful.” A flame thrower had clearly just been used on my vagina. No fucking way was I doing that again.

“I am sorry that hurt.”

As the pain receded, I offered a wobbly smile. “I know. Thank you for warning me. And thank you for allowing me to try.”

“Should we stop?”

“Hell no,” I said, reaching for his hand. “We just stay outside my lady bits.”

Jax resumed his sexy ministrations, continuing to be the sexiest electricity conduit I’d ever seen. His fingers explored every inch of my skin, my need rising at the sight and sound of each blue arc from his fingertips to my bare skin. I’d never played like this before.

He leaned forward, his familiar sweet musk enveloping me, and his lips hovered above mine. A hum reached me and my head rose in anticipation. I managed to watch for the arcs out of the bottom of my vision and I was not disappointed. When his lips crushed mine, the heat and electricity swarmed over my skin, heating every inch of me.

I was not the only one impacted, I saw, as the familiar blue-green glow began to grow from under his still-clothed body. Even with my eyes closed, the light penetrated, just like his tongue.

“Owww,” I mumbled, pulling pack. “Too much.”

Jax chuffed a laugh and tossed the plastic sheet aside. “No more electricity play today.”

“Sounds good,” I agreed before his lips captured mine again. This time his tongue touching mine didn’t feel like I was sucking on a cattle prod. He humped against me, my hips rising to meet his as we ground against each other. Then, he paused, reaching one hand down to play with my pussy. Even without the electricity, his touch galvanized me. His fingers moved around and in between my pussy lips, until one plunged in. I’d gotten more used to his large size, but still a moan escaped around his lips on mine.

A second finger joined the first, then a third. They filled me beautifully, but I knew even better was coming. His fingers moved in and out, the rhythm matching the pulse of his glow around the fabric of his black button-down long-sleeved shirt.

Jax pushed his cock against me, his hips pumping harder and harder before the familiar vibration began. My eyes popped open. I never tired of watching his single penis become two—his knottler, I’d learned it was called in his language, though I stuck with penis. The blue-green pulsing glow made it a challenge, but as my lust rose, the skin on his single penis curled like ocean waves and, with a surge of light so bright I shielded my eyes, his penis had become two.

His primary penis entered my dripping pussy smoothly, and my eyes reflexively closed to enjoy the sensation of fullness. As he pushed in and out of me, the thinner appendage slid under me and headed for the sensitive skin of my ass crack. The expected liquid warmed me, then his second penis massaged my opening, preparing it for access.

The thin appendage entered my asshole and the two cocks pounded in and out, filling me in a way I recognized but would never fully become accustomed to. I writhed against Jax as he drove his cocks deeper with each thrust. My swelling hunger became an all-encompassing sweeping euphoria.

“Fuck me Jax,” I shouted as an immense orgasm erupted. A torrent of frenzied joy jolted me and I yelled like his fucking would consume me. Jax joined me, grunting as he reached his own climax. When he collapsed on me, spent, he knocked the literal breath out of me, but I wrapped my arms and legs around his bulk, holding him close to me as our breathing slowed, and our heart rates returned to normal.

He pushed himself off of me, and I enjoyed the delectable sensation of his cocks popping out. Jax rolled over onto his back beside me, his cocks melding into one again. He reached an arm out and I curled against his immense body, warm for the moment. I inhaled his minty scent deeply.

“God, that smells good,” I whispered.

He chuffed. “I am glad you like it.”

“What’s not to like? You know your cum smells like candy to me.”

“Just like you smell like dhenga to me.”

“Hmm, coffee. That’s awesome I smell like coffee when I cum,” I said with a chuckle, but it was true. I loved caffeine, so smelling like coffee was fucking brilliant. My smile slipped. “But, I don’t understand.”

His arms tightened around me and I snuggled closer. “What do you not understand?” he asked.

“What lesson was this supposed to teach me?”

“Yes. Remember the very painful points?”

Ugh, like flame throwers and cattle prods to my insides. “Yes.”

His voice lowered and I heard the worry when he said, “That is nothing compared to what Runners will do if I cannot protect you.”

I blanched at the thought. “Okay, yeah, that would most definitely suck.”

“But.” He sighed. “I trust you. If you want to come on an apprehension, I will allow it.”

I ignored the whole allow it idea, and considered what he was saying. Now I sighed. “Thank you for trusting me to try. But, maybe now isn’t the time,” I admitted.

“Thank you, Mel.”

“Thank you, Jax. I love you,” I blurted out and then stilled. I’d never uttered the words before.

“I love you, too,” he whispered.

We rolled toward each other simultaneously and our lips met, gently at first, and then as he began to glow, I offered a wicked smile. “Guess it’s time to play again.” There were many benefits to fucking an alien!

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