C11 Samantha - sexy times

“Knox?” I whispered in the dark cell and pushed against his chest.

He didn’t move and I could barely feel his breath on my forehead. His arms wrapped around me and his wings were underneath me and over both of us, locking us in.

My nose itched and I fought off a sneeze, not wanting to wake him if he was asleep.

The guards had beaten him severely. If he was human, he’d be dead or in a coma with internal bleeding and multiple injuries. And he’d handed most of them their asses.

Which made me wonder how lethal he really was. I mean, he’d had the same beam on him that had forced me to do what they wanted, plus the prisoner bands on his wrists. How much more damage could he have done to them if free?

Something in my chest seized. Freedom. That was something I had taken for granted before all of this. Never thought I’d be here… in a prison cell and in the arms of an angel-like alien.

My hip where the damn Roulex had injected me still burned like liquid lava. I shifted my weight to get more comfortable and felt something hard against my thigh.

Holy shit! Was that Knox? I mean, I’d felt him before when he’d been kissing and touching me, but my brain had been kind of scrambled at the time with all his sexiness and the endorphins flooding me.

I looked up from beneath my lashes to see if he was awake or watching me. But his breaths were even, and his eyes remained closed. I could stare at him for hours. His horns and wings were as much a part of him as his crooked smile, the dimple in his left cheek, and his haunted eyes. He was perfect like a sculpted statue come to life. Was he amazing everywhere?

What would it hurt? One little peek?

Damn it, Samantha, he’s married! I bit the inside of my cheek hard. Still, a deep ache started to throb in my core, and I squeezed my thighs together.

Why did my body want him so badly? I’d sworn off married men since David, my ex. He’d told me he’d been single, but I’d found out later that he not only had a wife and kids, but another mistress other than me on the side. Dude had been a leech. Ever since then, that had been my one rule in the dating world—no cheaters.

Yet, what was it about this alien that made me want to negate my standards?

I mean, I wasn’t hard-pressed for dates. Well, technically, now I was. I chuckled at my joke.

Okay, so checking Knox out wasn’t a sin. Right? I mean I wasn’t kissing him or anything… unlike before.

Guilt clawed into my gut. No. It was wrong. I mean, how would I feel if Knox had been checking me out? Oh, I’d like that. And I’d loved feeling his lips and hands on me. Heat enveloped me and I squeezed my legs together harder.

God, I had to stop thinking about sex.

Wait. What was in the shot they gave me? Shit! It was probably something that made me super horny.

My gaze turned back to Knox and how handsome he was.

One quick peek and that was all. Just to satisfy my curiosity because he couldn’t be as big as he felt, right? I mean, I’d never seen an alien’s cock except in porn movies. And I was sure they used lighting and makeup to make the things look bigger. I mean one even had spikes on its dick.

I shuddered.

This is for scientific purposes only. I held my breath, taking one last glance above to make sure he wasn't staring at me, then I fingered the edge of his prison pants. My knuckles traced the smooth, hardness of his muscles. Yummy.

Stop it, Samantha. Just look and that’s it. No touchy.

But a hot heat spread out from my core. I gently pulled down the edge of his pants and his cock twitched like it was awake and wanting me. My mouth went dry as I stared. It was thick and wide and way too huge to fit anywhere inside me.

At the same time, I wanted to try. I wanted to taste him, to feel him buried deep. Heat flooded me and sweat beaded across my lower back. What was happening to me? Why was sex, sex, and more sex all I could think about?

As if of its own accord, my hand reached out, lightly touching Knox. His cock jumped in my hand. Like it knew I was there, like he wanted me as much as I wanted him.

I closed my hand around him, but my fingers wouldn’t meet. Slowly, I pulled my hand up over his tip, then down again, and repeated. I was so fascinated with feeling him grow harder and bigger that I didn’t catch the change in his breathing. Not until he inhaled sharply, and his hands grasp my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” His voice was groggy.

I licked my lips, dying for a taste of him. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I was so hot and horny that I felt like I was burning up from the inside. “Don’t you want this? Want me?”

“Yes.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his breaths coming out in pants. “No.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I leaned into him, brushing my lips against his.

He growled, nipping at my lower lip and my entire body tensed in anticipation. His fingers tweaked my nipples. I wiggled to give him better access. I put my hands on his thick cock, but it was longer than both. I slid up and down on him, willing him inside me.

My skin flushed.

His fingers stilled. His mouth hovered over mine and his breath fanned my cheek.

This wasn't the first time he'd touched me like this. What was he waiting for?

“They didn’t torture you?” His eyes searched my face and I wasn't sure if he was looking for bruises or something else.

“Not like a beating or anything, no.”

He stiffened.

“Can we talk about this some other time?” I tugged harder on his cock. “Like any other time, but right now.”

His fingers moved to mine, unhooking them from him. “Tell me,” he gritted the words out.

“I don’t know… some kind of shot that felt like gasoline they lit on fire. Why?”

“Fuck.” He lifted me with him into a standing position and stepped away from me so fast I almost fell.

His cock was already tucked away in his pants again and I felt myself pout. But the wide-eyed look in his eyes had my skin growing cold.

“What’s going on?” I asked him. “What the hell did they do to me?”