Page 19 of A Ruthless Bargain
After confirming the bra also contained no recording device, he pointed at my feet. “Kick your sandals over here.”
I complied, then grimaced at the coarse, grimy carpet beneath my feet. With a glance down, I was oddly glad that I’d painted my toenails a few days earlier. The deep red stood out against the blah carpet.
“What’s next? Where else could I be hiding a device?” I asked, bumping out a hip, enjoying the strip tease he’d initiated.
Jax’s hands again at my waist brought my attention sharply back to him. He unbuttoned my jeans, then slid the zipper down, taking his time, like how he’d removed my shirt. Using his dexterous fingers, he folded the band of the jeans before tugging them over my hips. As my black thong came into view, he paused.
I reached for his sunglasses, overcome with the need to see his eyes, and he jerked away from me.
“No,” he growled.
“I’m sorry,” I squeaked, wrapping my arms back around my naked torso.
“Arms down,” he commanded.
I complied, shivering both from the air conditioning that noisily kicked on and the lust causing my nipples to pebble under his commands and scrutiny.
Jax tugged my jeans over my ass and pushed, allowing gravity to pull the clothing to the floor. “Step out of them. Away from me.” Once I did, he pointed. “Now, pick them up and hand them to me.”
Standing in only my black thong, there was no way to do that gracefully, so I squatted, snatched up the jeans, and thrust them toward the alien.
He lazily accepted the pants, scrunching the waistband and pockets in his exploration. Feeling for something that might be a recording device. From his planet. Who knew what that could be? Although, he seemed to be enjoying our play now, too, making me wonder if he’d ever really thought I had a listening device. His tossing my jeans onto the sole chair in the room and stepping back toward my nearly naked body startled me.
He linked a finger into the top of my black thong, pulling it away from my skin. The motion caused the thin strip of fabric between my legs to rub deliciously. With a sharp tug, I heard the tearing of the fabric. Jax held my thong in his hand and I stood naked before him, trembling. The thong joined my jeans on the chair and Jax rested one hand on my hip.
“You do not have a recording device,” he said, his fingers massaging the skin beneath them.
“I told you I didn’t,” I said hoarsely.
“Yes, you did.”
“Now what?” I asked, trepidation in my voice.
He half-smiled and whispered in my ear. “Now you show your loyalty.”
The skin on my neck pebbled in anticipation. “How?” I mean, I had an idea, but since he’d told me he was an alien, I honestly had no real idea what might be coming.
Jax glanced around the room and, before I could ask what he was looking for, he gripped my elbow to spin me around so that I faced the bed. The mirror opposite me captured quite the tableaux. Me, wide-eyed, naked, with my arms akimbo. Him, sunglasses perched on a chiseled face, shirt stretched over his massive chest.
My eyes never left his image as he lifted his shirt over his head, revealing a sprawling tattoo covering his chest. A black and white design. I wondered what meaning it had, since I assumed the geometric shapes and swirls weren’t random. His arms moved, and I surmised he’d unbuttoned his pants.
“You will watch,” he said, and my reflection’s pupils dilated. “You will understand.” His hand held the bridge of his sunglasses, and in one fluid motion, he removed them from his face and tossed them on the nightstand. They landed with a clatter, but I was too mesmerized by his eyes to notice. They were dark, maybe black, with rings of the brightest glowing blue around a cat’s eye pupil.
Jax placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward. My hands held me in position, bent over the bed. My fingers curled into the bedspread, but my eyes never left the image in the mirror.
His other hand joined the first, and he skimmed along my skin until cupping my ass. He squeezed the round globes, pulling the cheeks apart, running a finger in between.
Now my eyes closed, his skin on mine driving my craving to even higher heights. I wanted him to take me, to fill my other holes like he’d filled my mouth. Gah, now I sounded like a porn— Oh!
While one hand remained to pleasure my ass cheek, the other had moved lower, playing with my pussy. His fingers moved around and in between the sensitive folds until one finger entered me.
My eyes popped open at the extra-large intruder, and my attention divided between the heat building in my vagina from his ministrations to the blue-green light glowing on his skin and in his eyes. A second finger joined the first, feeling as big as my last boyfriend’s dick. They moved in and out, the rhythm of his fingers matching the pulse of the glow as it, too, built.
I longed to squeeze my legs together as I barreled toward orgasm. Jax pushed his cock against my ass, the size of the bulge adding a frisson of fear to the thirst. He pumped his hips against me, driving against my ass in time with his fingers in my pussy. My head dropped and my eyes closed as I reveled in the swelling feelings.
“Watch,” Jax ordered, his gravelly voice even more guttural.
My head flew up and I met his eyes. The bulge against my ass vibrated, like it had in the alley, and became two distinct vibrating bulges. Jax’s ragged breathing matched my own. “What?” I tried to ask.