Chapter 5

ChapterFive

When probably-phony-US MarshalJax Smith tugged at his shorts with one hand while pointing at the ground with the other, I thought I’d pass out.

“Hell, no. No fucking way. All the ways someone can say no,” I hissed, hands balled on my hips. My head swung wildly around, willing someone else to be present in the alley, and wondering if I should say fuck itand just scream bloody murder.

“You do not mean that,” he responded, smirk firmly back in place. “We already established that you are more terrified of going to the station than you are of bartering with me.”

“We’ve established… I’m not… no, that’s not,” I babbled.

“What is your choice?” he asked, looking oddly sensual with his thumb inside the waistband of his shorts, pulling it down to expose taut skin.

Moment of truth time. Either I believed he was someone who could mess up my life. Or I didn’t. Shit. The third option was that I wouldn’t take the chance. And then I licked my lips in anticipation. Maybe I had a bit of the exhibitionist in me too? I was learning a lot about myself today.

At least I was wearing jeans. Without a word, I sank to my knees on the ground before him, imagining I could smell the dirt and grime. Now he loomed over me like an actual giant. The bumpy ground at least didn’t feel liquid. Thank god for small favors.

His other hand looped in the waistband of his shorts and, with maddening slowness, he eased them over his hips, allowing them to fall to the ground.

Oh holy hell.

His cock was enormous. It wasn’t fully hard, and it already looked like I’d break my jaw.

Except the sight made me salivate. I swallowed spit and raised my hands to either side of the monster-cock. A surreptitious glance up showed he’d dropped his head. But with the damn sunglasses, I had no way of knowing if he was watching me or not.

That lack of knowledge made my panties wet. Why did I care if he was watching? Why did I care about him at all? The obscene nature of the situation dialed up my eagerness.

My hands skimmed over and around the cock, getting a feel for it, both exhilarated and apprehensive at how little my hands covered the length and girth. There was a silkiness I’d never felt on a man’s penis.

It jumped in response to my touch.

I grasped harder. He wanted a blowjob to show loyalty? I’d give him the best damn blowjob he’d ever had in his miserable fucking life.

I opened my mouth and relaxed my jaw. My hands guided his member towards me and I closed my eyes as its tip hit the edges of my lips. They parted further in response, eager to experience the fullness.

The last sex of any kind I’d had was with my boyfriend in graduate school. It wasn’t serious, and at graduation we’d gone our separate ways. The cock before me dwarfed his.

My tongue darted in and out of my mouth, playing with the tip of his penis, all around the edges, before latching on like a starving woman. My sex history didn’t include deep throating oral, though, so when I took him in deeper, I swore he touched the back of my throat.

Gag reflex activated, I choked on the gargantuan cock. It stiffened in response and a moan drifted down from above me.

I pulled my head back, but his hips arched forward, seeking the depths of my mouth. One of my hands cupped and played with his balls, while the other tightened on his shaft, moving up and down, timed with my mouth and tongue. I continued to alternate between teasing the tip, sucking the length, and squeezing his girth.

His dick hardened, becoming even more difficult to contain it all in my mouth. I breathed around the invader, relaxing my jaw further.

A hand gripped the back of my head, and suddenly Jax was controlling the tempo. His cock filled my mouth, and I sucked. He pushed and pulled himself in and out of my accommodating mouth, both my hands now wrapped around the unusually pulsing shaft. It pulled me from the moment as I wondered whether his penis would split in two like it seemed to that morning. Before I had time to consider the motion, he shuddered.

And began to glow.

I gasped at the blue-green light and tried to push my head back, but Jax’s grip tightened, if that was possible, and he increased the speed of his thrusts fucking my mouth.

Soon lost in the rhythm again, my tongue, hands, and throat licked, squeezed, and tightened to heighten his pleasure. And mine, I realized, as yearning shot through me and I clenched my vagina to keep from squirting.

With a final grunt, he held himself in place in my mouth and ejaculated hot liquid down my throat, increasing the gagging and frantic swallowing as ropes of salty, yet sweet, cum squirted and flowed, filling my mouth and throat.

When his hand loosened, I gasped and pushed my head back with such force that Jax released me and I fell onto my ass. My hands held me up as my legs splayed open before him. The delicate nature of that position hit me and I scrambled to sit back on my heels and stare at the spectacle before me.

Jax wrapped one of his own hands around his cock while I surveyed, trying to make sense of what I was seeing. He glowed in pulsing shades of blue and green from around the rims of his sunglasses down to his cock, encompassing everything but his extremities. As I watched, the light faded, his penis pulsing like a dying flashlight.

The dark felt so much darker when the light extinguished. My mind nearly exploded with a new, all-encompassing thought, leading to an unintended question.

“Are you an alien?” I whispered from where I remained sitting on my heels, a supremely uncomfortable position, both from the unevenness of the ground and my unfulfilled sexual need.

“Does it matter?”

“Uh, yeah,” I said, his earlier comment about ‘females from back home’ taking on new meaning.

“Maybe I am an experiment gone wrong.”

“I doubt that,” I said, considering his physical hotness, immense size, incredible strength, and ginormous glowing cock. My pussy ached with its unquenched itch and I barely restrained myself from throwing myself on him.

“You have proven your loyalty. I think we have reached the end of the story now,” he said, in that infuriating, matter-of-fact tone.

My hands dropped to my side, hitting the ground, as I sat, speechless in the face of… whatever this was, had been.

With a last tug on said cock, a remaining bit of cum dripping off, he leaned over to lift his shorts from the concrete. I could see past the rim of his sunglasses with his head bent like that, and I nearly gasped again. No wonder he wore them all the time. His eyes kept the faint blue-green glow. Not enough to escape the edges of the glasses, but enough to be noticeable without them.

Once fully clothed, he stepped around me and walked away.

“Not even a hand to help me up,” I groused. Fucking rude, probable-alien. “Thanks a lot. Glad I could show my loyalty,” I called after his retreating figure.

If he thought that was the end of this, he was sadly mistaken. I’d just given a probable-alien a bartered blowjob. There was no way I wasn’t following up on that. I didn’t even care that now, instead of worrying I’d end up dead in a field, I worried that I might be kidnapped and flown away to another planet.

I was nobody’s plaything.