Page 44 of The Bully Alien

"But Wyatt's the one for you."

I make a face. "What! No! Ah..."

He snorts and then winks. "Sure he isn't. It's all right. If I swung that way, I would have the biggest hard-on for him. Alas, the first girl I'm willing to show my stain and she's not the one."

"I do appreciate you showing it to me," I say softly.

"Enough to at least tell me your name?"

"Delana."

"Love it. It suits you."

I grin. "Thank you. See you around, Brain."

"Take care, Delana. You're welcome anytime."

I walk away and realize I just made a friend. It feels strange. And good. Strangely good.

Maybe life isn't quite as bleak as I feared.

* * *

Iarrive at the site of the spaceship a short bit later.

Sure enough, he's there, but he's just sitting, hands on head, utterly dejected.

He doesn't even react as I approach him. It looks like he's tried to work on the ship some, but I can't tell if he's made any progress or not, but without an engine, the ship can't fly no matter what he does.

"Hey, Wyatt," I say softly as I squat beside him.

He doesn't look at me.

"You haven't been to class."

I figure that should get him to at least say fuck class, but nope. He maintains his silence.

With a groan, I sit beside him. "I'm still sore, just so you now. From the fucking. Not that I mind. It's a good soreness."

He turns to look at me. I swear the light has all gone out of his eyes. They aren't piercing anymore.

"I met a guy who is apparently a genius," I say. "maybe we can bring him out here and—"

Wyatt leans over and kisses me. I should be pissed because I know he's doing it to get me to shut up, but then he forces me to lie down, and he's shimmying down my pants and pulling down his, and before I know it, he's shoving himself deep inside me, driving me into the ground, ramming into me harder and harder.

It's all I can do to hold back my screams as he hits all the right places and his thrusts become faster and harder. I can feel myself getting close to climax, my body shaking uncontrollably, but he keeps going and going, relentless in his pursuit of pleasure.

My fingers dig into his shoulders as he pounds me, my hips lifted up to meet every thrust. He must be getting close because his breathing increases and I can feel him trembling above me.

He breaks the kiss and buries his face in my neck as he speeds up, grunting with each motion. I'm not sure why, but it's pretty clear that he's trying not to make too much noise. I don't share that need, so instead of fighting to keep quiet, I let out a loud moan of appreciation, loving the way he's being almost animalistic with his thrusts.

His body, hot and hard and sweaty, presses down on me, and for once, I forget about all my worries and fears. All that matters is his movements against mine and the blissful pleasure coursing through my veins.

His arms wrap around me tightly, holding me close while his hips continue to thrust into me, the intensity of sensation only increasing with each movement. He's so deep inside of me it almost feels like we're one being, our bodies melting together in a fit of ecstasy that neither of us can contain.

My moans become louder and more desperate as I'm driven higher and higher. The orgasm builds inside me slowly at first, then suddenly explodes like fireworks throughout my body. I'm lost in the sensations, clinging to Wyatt as if our lives depended on it.

After a few moments of silence, we both collapse into each other's arms, completely spent but still holding each other tightly.