Page 15 of The Bully Alien
Wyatt
Isit there, crossed-legged, shocked that Delana is touching my groin through my pants. What the hell is she thinking? What the hell is she doing?
Delana's eyes sparkle as she sees the surprise on my face. She slowly moves her hands up and down my thigh, teasing me with each touch. Her fingertips leave me wanting more, which baffles me. We're not friends. I might not consider us enemies, but this... I don't know what to think.
Delana continues to move her fingers, slowly grazing my skin as she reaches for the button on my jeans. It feels almost like an electric current is running through my body as if I have just been struck by lightning. I can feel myself trembling, not necessarily from shock anymore but more out of anticipation and excitement.
She leans in close to whisper in my ear, her breath hot and inviting. "Do you like what I'm doing to you? Is it making you feel good?"
I don't know how to respond at first because I am lost to the sensations of pleasure that are coursing through me.
"You know you want this," she says softly with a smirk on her face.
I must be blushing from head to toe as I stare at her intently with no idea what to say or do next.
She then begins nibbling at my neck and ears, sending shivers down my spine and fueling the fire inside of me even further. She slowly makes her way back up toward my mouth before finally pressing hers against mine in a passionate kiss that left me breathless.
She moves closer still, pressing her body against mine, forcing me to lie down on the floor beside my bed as she kisses along my neck and shoulders.
Her lips find their way back up to mine, and we share another passionate kiss that leaves us both gasping for air. As our tongues explore each other's mouths, her hand reaches down my pants, grabbing hold of something else entirely, my growing cock.
Delana gives me a sly smile ,and her eyes begins to twinkle with mischief. She moves her hand in slow, deliberate strokes, sending warm shivers of pleasure rippling throughout my body.
"What do you want from me?" I ask, my voice trembling. My heart is beating faster and faster as I lay there helplessly, entranced by Delana's touch.
"Do you like what I'm doing to you?" she asks again.
I nod.
"Say it," she demands.
"Yes," I manage to whisper quietly.
For some reason, my answer sends Delana into fits of laughter.
"If you want me to continue," she says, her tone no longer quite so warm, "then I want you to apologize to me."
"For what?"
"For you being so nasty."
I snort. "Give and take, darling. We both have taken turns not being the nicest to one another. If all of this is just bluster to try to get me to grovel, you can stop right now. I can finish the job myself."
"Is that right?" she asks coolly.
Instead of removing her hand from around my cock, she squeezes it, and I have to bite my tongue so I don't unleash a groan. She really knows how to torment a guy. I didn't think she could turn me on this much. I didn't think any Earthling female could turn me on. Not like this. Not to the point of almost creaming my pants.
Unbidden, I thrust my hip.
She smirks. "You really like my hand on your cock, don't you?"
"Any hand would do."
Her eyes flashes. "This is my hand on your cock, not anyone else's. Mine. Don't you forget it."
I stare her down. "How does it make you feel to know that you're trying to use sex to exploit me into giving you answers I don't want to give?"
"I didn't demand an answer to any of the thousands of questions I gave you! I just want an apology—"