Chapter 16

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Hot damn , Olivia thought when she opened the door that night.

Rykker was a handsome man, even with his red-toned skin and clearly alien lineage. Beyond that, he was more than she could ask for. Tall, muscular, with broad shoulders and big, meaty hands that looked like they could pull a car door right off its hinges if he wanted to. Then there was his smell.

Olivia’s nostrils flared, his musk hitting her senses before she’d even fully taken him in with her eyes. Where he’d been alluring earlier, his scent was even more potently affecting her than before. Her belly churned with a sudden ball of tingling warmth sending jolts of pleasure between her legs, which she subconsciously squeezed together as she took in her date with thirsty eyes.

“Hey,” she managed to articulate, while her inner voice was screaming, What the hell is going on? She was already getting wet, and he’d only just arrived.

Rykker, for his part, seemed equally affected, his pulse clearly pounding in the thick veins in his neck, his cock rousing fast and pressing against his trousers. No matter how he tried to shift to conceal it, there was no hiding his impressive erection.

Rykker swallowed hard. “It is delightful to see you,” he said, taking her hand and bending to kiss it.

Olivia nearly jumped at the touch of his lips on her skin but managed to keep herself under control, but only barely.

“So, are you ready?” he asked, a smoldering look in his eyes.

Olivia’s cheeks flushed hard and fast, her clit swelling in the most delightful way.

“Ready? Uh, yes. Food. Right,” she managed to say, a faint sheen of sweat forming on her face. Judging by the shift of his gaze, he noticed at once, and Olivia couldn’t help but picture his hot tongue licking the sweat from her upper lip. “We should go,” she blurted, stepping out of her domicile unit.

“Of course. Please, allow me,” was his gentlemanly reply.

Rykker offered his arm, Olivia tucking her hand just right as he led her down the pathway to a towering structure relatively close to her suite. She was glad he’d chosen a place that was only a short walk. With her clit humming like a plucked string, she didn’t know how much farther she could have walked in her state.

“This way,” he said, leading her to a faintly turquoise-colored patch of ground where the lift disc awaited them.

They stepped aboard and were whipped upward at an incredible speed, yet the alien technology negated the forces entirely, holding them in a state of perfect comfort during their ascent. They abruptly stopped at the top, far above the ground. Rather than a sterile rooftop, however, she found herself standing in a lush naturescape, one apparently hidden from view from street level.

“It–it’s amazing,” she marveled, slowly spinning, taking in the three-sixty view of the entire city as well as the surrounding hills, plains, and waterways.

The delicious smell of food wafted her way, making her mouth water. She shifted her focus to the area closer at hand. A cozy restaurant was nestled in the park-like setting growing in this impossible rooftop space, the dining area separated into a dozen very spaced-out seating locations affording each dining group a great deal of privacy.

Of course, being the human visitor, Olivia drew the eyes of everyone present, and, she noted, among all the men there was actually another woman there. She was a little older than Olivia by the look of it, and she was dining with a blue-green skinned man with dark gray stripes on his flanks. Judging by the way the two were situated, it was very apparent they were a couple, though the intricacies of interspecies relationships were still a novelty to her. The woman gave her a little nod then turned her attention back to her man.

Olivia nearly jumped as her date touched her. Rykker’s hand felt positively hot against her lower back.

“I reserved us the best seat in the house,” he said, gently guiding her toward the lone elevated table close to the edge of the building. He noted her hesitation. “Do not fret, there is a robust force unit all around,” he informed her, helping her up to her seat, then climbing up and sitting not across from her but next to her, his comforting warmth radiating against her, soothing like the rays of sun through the window on a cool day.

“Uh, how do we—” she began asking when two drinks appeared on the table before them, arriving from below, the table seeming to shimmer and become insubstantial then reconfiguring back to solid when the glasses were atop it. “Ah, I see.”

Rykker lifted his glass, swirling the opalescent liquid and savoring its aroma. “Savlakian Ooloo. A delightful beverage.”

“Alcoholic?”

“Mildly. Are your kind sensitive to alcohol? I can order something?—”

“It’s fine. Besides, I’ve had more than my share of drinks in my time. But that’s a story for another day.”

“Then a toast,” he said, holding his glass out toward hers. “To the pleasure of meeting new people.”

Olivia clearly saw the bulge in his trousers had not subsided, nor had the look in his eyes. Truth be told, odd as it seemed, she felt very much the same.

“Yes, to the pleasure of new people’s meat,” she replied with a smoldering gaze, clinking her glass with his then taking a respectable drink. Her eyes flicked down between his legs, filthy thoughts running through her mind.

Rykker’s cock twitched hard, nearly causing him to jump out of his seat. With a surprised look on his face he downed his drink as well then slid closer to his companion for what was looking to shape up to be a very interesting night.

The pair chatted about all manner of things. What life on Earth was like, how Rykker had trained long and hard for his place in this society, as well as less consequential topics as they enjoyed one another’s company. The food smelled amazing, and they dined incredibly well, Olivia sampling a fascinating assortment of local specialties. It was wonderful, but nothing could beat the scent of the man next to her. It made for a very interesting meal, with the two of them sliding closer and closer together until dessert came around, by which point they were pressed quite firmly against one another.

“Shall we go for a stroll?” Rykker asked as they stepped off the lift disc upon arriving at the surface.

“I was thinking of going home.”

“Ah. Of course,” he replied, hiding his disappointment.

“You’ll escort me, won’t you?”

“Naturally.”

“And will you join me for a drink?”

Realization dawned on him like the rays of the sunrise, a smile spreading across his lips as he slid his arm around her waist, leading her on their way.

“I would very much like that,” he said, giving her a little squeeze that made her feel positively weak in the knees.

He was so strong, his body like chiseled rock, and yet he was simultaneously warm and soft in just the right way. Olivia slid her arm around his back, her hand coming to rest on the top of his spectacular ass.

Hot damn , she marveled as they walked, more turned on with every step, her new runes itching slightly, but the sensation not nearly as distracting as the burning ball of tingling tension building in her belly.

They reached her place in no time, skipping the scenic route for a more direct one.

“Well, this is me,” she said, opening the door. “You still up for a drink?”

“Quite up,” he replied, their eyes locking, their intentions clear.

Rykker stepped inside, the door sealing behind them as he lifted her up in his massive arms, holding her close as he pressed his lips to hers. It was a moment full of pent-up passion, and yet this enormous man held back, like a powerful beast all bottled up, delivering the most tender of kisses sending electric shocks right through Olivia’s core.

“Mmmh,” she groaned, her tongue probing his lips on instinct, pushing its way into his mouth, tasting his saliva as his tongue danced with hers, a shiver coursing through his body so hard he nearly stumbled.

“Are you okay?”

“Better than okay,” he replied, his voice low and husky with want. “Bed,” he called out, the domicile AI obliging with a floating force mattress upon which he gently lowered Olivia.

The bed, as she had assumed it would, had reconfigured to a larger size as needed, but her momentary clarity of thought blurred away wonderfully as Rykker’s full lips pressed into that sweet spot behind her ear, gently kissing her neck, his tongue darting against her skin, tasting her salt with a delighted groan of pleasure that rumbled through her entire body.

Olivia ran her hands through his hair and across his wide shoulders, tracing the muscles with delight as she explored his impressive physique.

“I want to see,” she said, pulling the material up over his head.

He obliged immediately, lifting the shirt the rest of the way off, revealing a body any fitness model on Earth would be jealous of. But there were differences, she couldn’t help but notice. His six pack was more of a ten pack, for instance, his kind possessing a more flexible waist and torso, it seemed, the extra muscles allowing him to twist more easily. She wondered how it might affect a thrusting motion. He also had two belly buttons. Apparently, his kind required extra nutrients in gestation, or at least that was her best guess in her dazed state of arousal.

“My turn,” he said, a sexy smile on his lips as he slowly lifted Olivia’s top, her bra, already unclasped when she stepped inside, pulling free along with it right over her head. “My Gods, you are magnificent,” he growled, setting his mouth on hers before trailing lower to her straining breasts.

But he didn’t go straight for her nipples as so many men did. He teased and caressed, kissing the sensitive sides of her breasts, gently moving to her tender flanks and across her belly as his hands explored her body.

Olivia jerked as his hand grazed across her right nipple, her legs crossing involuntarily as her clit twinged with electric pleasure. Rykker growled low with delight, kissing his way higher until his hot tongue slid across her nipple, teasing the hardened flesh gently before he locked his lips around it and suckled gently.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed as the ball of heat in her belly spread throughout her body. “Mmmm.”

Rykker moved from left to right, drawing her pleasure to new heights with deft hands and a skilled tongue, no part of her sensitive skin left wanting. The way he moved, following her body’s cues, it was as if he knew what she wanted without her having to say a word, and it was perfect.

Rykker kissed lower, his tongue trailing to her belly button before sliding even lower. Meaty hands deftly whipped the rest of her clothing off without effort, his face slipping between her legs with an enthusiastic groan as if he was enjoying this even more than she was.

“Do you—” she began, her words cut short as his tongue worked on her clit in a way she’d never felt before, rendering her speechless as the sensations overcame her. “Fffuuuu—” she gasped, about to climax, her state of arousal for the past several hours more than priming that pump.

Rykker licked his fingers as he worked her clit, never once letting up in his relentlessly wonderful attentions to her engorged nub. Her orgasm was almost there, ready to crescendo, when he slid two fingers inside her, their girth stretching her in an almost painful yet amazing way, his fingertips rippling firmly against her G-spot, coaxing another sort of climax out of her just as her body could stand no more.

Olivia’s world went purple and silver, flashes of static light bursting across her mind’s eye as she came hard, her juices coating Rykker’s face, her pussy clenching hard on his steadily pulsing digits. He didn’t stop, but he did slow his pace ever so slightly, matching her needs, sensing what was too much and what was just right.

After what seemed like minutes, Olivia’s senses began to return. He was still gently working his fingers inside her but had eased off her clit for the moment to let her collect herself.

“That was—” she said but found herself thrust back into the agony and ecstasy of another hard climax as he latched back onto her clit just as his fingers applied a little more pressure on that rough patch just inside her throbbing hole.

Olivia didn’t know if she screamed out or not. Her hearing had plugged up, like flying too high too fast in an airplane, the sound of her pulse thundering in her ears as her heart raced hard, sweat coating her body, plastering her hair to her head.

She didn’t even notice when he pulled his fingers out and slid up her body, wrapping his arms around her tenderly as she rode wave after wave of orgasmic bliss, her new Infala rune glowing slightly within her skin. Only when she once again began to come around did she feel his arm resting across her body, cupping her breast gently.

Olivia’s head was spinning, ready to pass out from such extreme pleasure. She reached clumsily into his trousers, pulling his enormous cock free, marveling at its length and girth. She also noted the rippling lines running from base to tip, undulating in her grasp. She tried to push up to one elbow, her blurred vision clearing slightly, but Rykker gently pressed her back down on the bed.

“Rest now,” he said tenderly.

“But you?—”

“Do not worry about me. There is time for that later. Rest.”

Olivia tried to object, but sleep quickly overtook her, which was not normal for her. But whatever had just happened had drained her to the core.

“That’s it,” he said softly, kissing her forehead and laying back, his free hand wrapping around his cock, working his shaft up and down.

He had been trained well, and one of the most important rules of lovemaking among his kind was the edict that ladies always come first. It was a lesson he had taken to heart, and one Olivia was the unwitting, though grateful, recipient of.

Rykker looked at the nude woman at his side, savoring the sight of her, aroused by every inch of her body nearly as much as by her scent. His cock swelled hard in his hand, his climax near. He’d gotten so worked up bringing her pleasure that he’d nearly come while going down on her. Being aroused all day had made him ready to pop from the slightest stimulation, and he could feel his balls tighten up against his body as his orgasm broke free.

A hot gush of cum sprayed out with so much force it hit him in the chin as well as shooting well beyond the bed in a series of bursts the intensity of which left him twitching. He hadn’t expected that, but he wasn’t about to leave her side. Not to go rinse off. Not for anything.

“Domicile unit, please clean that up,” he requested. “But quietly. We do not wish to wake her.”

“ Understood ,” the AI replied, setting to work.

Rykker breathed deep, inhaling the smell of the woman he now considered his, amazed that after all this time, all this preparation to travel abroad in hopes that maybe, if he was incredibly lucky, he might find a mate. And now, miraculously, fate had smiled upon him, presenting him this fascinating woman here in his own borders, and he couldn’t wait to see how things would turn out.

If only he’d known.