Bad Boy Romance: Nick (Romantic Suspense Alpha Male Romance) (New Adult Rock Star Contemporary Short Stories) (Hard Rock Star Series Book 2) (25 page)

“My turn,” he whispered, and
Ava moaned, the blazing heat in his eyes and his devilish grin nearly sending
her over the edge.

As he lowered her zipper, Ava's
dress fell to the floor. She hadn't bothered putting anything on under her
dress and so in an instant, she was completely naked, her soft curves, her
ample breasts and smooth pussy bare before him. Gritting his teeth in an attempt
to keep his arousal in check, he had her on the bed in one swift movement,
laying her back as he spread her legs. He leaned forward from the edge of the
bed, his lips making contact with the inside of one of her thighs, kissing his
way up slowly until he reached the apex.

Ava held her breath, waiting
for him to continue upward, her body writhing to spur him on. But instead,
Noah's lips started back down the inside of her other thigh, and she moaned in
frustration. He smiled evilly, knowing he was driving her wild and continued
his descent before working his way back up again. Hovering no more than an inch
away from her pussy, Noah's fingers touched her instead, sliding along her wet
slit before parting her lips, spreading her wide open. It was the most erotic
thing she'd ever felt; to be so completely exposed to someone she barely knew.
He leaned in further then, his tongue darting out to lick along her parted
lips. Ava was so aroused that her hips nearly bucked off the bed in response to
his sensual touch, and she fought against the urge to scream as he moved to her
clit, licking gently at first before sucking her into his mouth. The strange
pressure was exquisite, and already she could feel her orgasm building quickly.
He sucked harder and she moaned loud, her hands clawing at the downy soft
blankets on the bed, and as she felt his finger slip into her open pussy, her
back arched off the bed as her orgasm shuddered through her body.

He released her then, his
finger leaving her pussy and she watched as he sucked it into his mouth before
going straight to the source, plunging his tongue deep inside her, darting in
and out. Although the aftershocks of her last orgasm had yet to subside, she
could already feel her body stirring again. She moaned softly as his pace
increased but whimpered a moment later as his tongue left her warmth. Ava
wouldn't feel bereft long, as two fingers replaced his tongue, plunging in and
out fast. And then something changed. Noah bent his fingers as he continued to
thrust, stimulating the tiny, most sensitive pleasure zone in her body.
Instantly, an exquisite pressure began to build deep inside her, and before
long she was thrashing wildly beneath him, her erotic screams of ecstasy
filling the room as she started to cum, an orgasm unlike any other soaking her
pussy and thighs.

Noah was on top of her then; he
leaned down to kiss her as she felt his cock pressed against her wet entrance.
But rather than plunge inside, he rolled then, pulling her with him to sit
astride him. All of a sudden, she felt wickedly powerful, hovering above his
massive cock, his expression consumed with desire as his gaze took in every
inch of her. Her hands moved to cup her breasts, leaning forward so that she
was only inches from his face as he watched intently. Sitting up straight, she
lowered herself down then, ever so slowly, the tip of his cock sliding into her
wet slit. Inch by inch, she continued until she'd taken every inch of him
inside her, stilling for a moment to adjust to his enormous girth. Finally, she
started to move, slowly at first, desperately trying to maintain the tenuous
hold on her arousal, pacing herself to draw out the incredible experience as
long as she could. But as Noah leaned up, flexing his flawless abs as he
squeezed her tits, sucking a nipple in his mouth, her restraint snapped. Ava's
pace increased, riding him faster; her fingers digging into his shoulders as he
released her nipple, leaning up further to reach her lips. She kissed him back
with a wild fervor as she rode him harder, their moans twining together as
Noah's tongue delved into her mouth. Ava started to cum, the tremors of her
orgasm coursing through her body, and as her pussy spasmed around his cock,
Noah toppled over the edge, too, cumming hard as he thrust deep inside her one
last time.

His arms wrapped around her,
Ava's head resting on his shoulder, they remained in that position, breathless
as the aftershocks of their orgasms slowly subsided. Finally, Noah fell back
against the bed, bringing Ava with him as he slipped from her warmth. She
sighed, immediately feeling empty. As exhausted as her body was, she wasn't
ready for this to be over.

“What would you say to lunch in
bed?” Noah whispered against her ear a moment later. “A little sustenance to
keep our energy up?”

“Apparently Noah isn't in any
hurry for this to be over either,” she thought to herself with a smile, her
body already humming with anticipation. She'd have to return to the ranch at
some point; Christie would begin to worry eventually otherwise, but Ava was quite
certain that the rest of her vacation was going to be a whole lot more
interesting than she could ever have imagined.

THE END

Outside her open bedroom window,
the cows in her pasture stood sleeping as a gentle breeze wafted across the
hardwood floors and onto her skin. Amy shuddered slightly and rolled over.
Though the clear sky above dotted the earth with twinkling lights of a thousand
stars, and the world around her peaceful farm lay still in the night air, a feeling
of dissonance washed over her. Her loyal husky, Shiloh, stirred at the foot of
the bed anxiously, causing the old springs of her four post bed to groan under
the weight.

“What is it, Shiloh?” she
moaned, the sleep still fresh in her eyes. “Why are you so anxious tonight?”

Shiloh lifted her head, her blue
eyes reflecting in the moonlight. She yelped in Amy’s direction.

“If only you could actually
speak, Shiloh.”
Amy gave a long stretch and surveyed her bedroom
carefully through the darkness. Twilight spread across the hardwood floors,
giving an eerie glow to the objects it touched, but nothing appeared to be
disturbed.

Shiloh leapt from her place on
the bed, slapping her large paws against the wood beams and sending an echo
through the silent house. She huffed again and let out a yelp that signaled
distress. Outside, the herd rustled now, shifting nervously as if something
else had joined them in the field, disturbing their peaceful slumber. Amy felt
a chill sweep up her spine.

“I feel it too, Girl,” she said,
stroking the pacing husky’s fur. “I’m gonna go check it out.”

Amy knew something was out
there. She headed for the door, placing a pair of muddy work boots on her naked
toes and lifted her shotgun from its usual seat above the door.

Shiloh followed loyally across
the room. Amy turned and gave her a warm smile; “No, Girl--go lay down,” she
cooed, “I don’t want you getting hurt.”

Shiloh whined, then obediently
returned to her bed next to the stone fireplace as Amy opened the front door to
a rush of cool night air. Outside, the brightness of a full moon gave the
appearance of mid-day to the barn and driveway, sparkling across freshly cut
grass and rocks. She stepped off the porch and turned towards the field behind
her home, but nothing appeared out of sorts.

A glow from the forest caught
her eye and she turned to investigate; Amy could see a strange light pulsing
deep within the darkness of sleeping trees. What—or
who
—could possibly
be in the woods? Her heart raced in fear, but she knew she had to find out.

Her boots crunched the small,
fallen twigs below her feet as she crept towards the glow. Into the thickness
of the forest, the moonlight was trapped by the lush canopy, filling the area
with a deep blackness almost too difficult to see within.

Amy followed the pulsing light,
stumbling upon exposed roots from the tall oaks as she trudged forward. But
something drew her to the pulsing light; like a moth to a flame, she felt
compelled to press on.

A few hundred yards into the
forest, she froze, eyes widening at the sight before her. Nestled among a small
clearing laid a ship; it was unlike anything she had ever seen before. It was
long and smooth, as if it had been crafted from a single hunk of metal. Its tip
came to a sharp point, which was buried part-way under the earth; Amy wondered
if its driver had some difficulty while landing. The light that had drawn her
was coming from what appeared to be runner lights, dotting the edges on either
side of the ship. They flashed brightly in the darkness, illuminating the area
with a green glow. Amy inched closer, grasping the barrel of her shotgun
nervously, prepared to fire at the first sign of trouble.

The door hung open; the ship
appeared to be abandoned. She leaned in, squinting her eyes in the hopes of
catching a glimpse of the ship’s owner. Only the sounds of a cool breeze
wafting through the treetops could be recognized, and the hum of the ship’s
quiet engines below her.

Suddenly, Amy felt a large hand
rest on her shoulder. She shrieked and leapt forward in a stumble, pushing the
hand away and whirling around to aim her gun.

Before her stood a man swaying
slightly, as if ready to collapse at any moment. He was tall, at least six and
a half feet in height, with dark brown hair and shimmering deep emerald eyes.
His breath was labored, heaving beneath the chilled muscles of his chest as he
struggled to remain upright. He was simply gorgeous.

Just then, the stranger
collapsed into a heap on the ground, his large hands catching the earth to stop
his fall. He gazed up at her frantically, those emerald eyes catching the glow
of the engines and melting her heart. Amy helped him to his feet and without a
word led him back to the farmhouse.
I must be crazy
, she thought.

His head hung low, allowing the
longer strands of his hair to dip and cover his mud-splattered face. She
struggled to place him in a seat at the kitchen table where he finally slumped
with a labored grunt. She gazed down at the weakened stranger in her kitchen,
his head still hanging low as if at any moment he would fall from the chair to
her floor.

“Are you hurt?” She spoke
hesitantly, and the stranger looked up.

He shook his head to signal
‘no.’ “Hungry,” he groaned; his voice was deep and sexy.

Amy nodded and searched the
kitchen for something quick. She returned moments later, carrying a loaf of
bread and some soup from the previous night’s meal. She placed the meal on the
table beside him.

Amy sat down and watched,
puzzled, as the stranger examined the food. He picked up the spoon and
hesitantly dipped it into the soup, bringing it to his soft, full lips for a
taste. His face lit up with a grin and within minutes, the bowl’s entire
contents were gone, followed quickly by the bread.

“Wow, you
were
hungry,”
she chuckled.

“Thank you,” he beamed. “My
rations ran out a week ago. Any longer and I wouldn’t have made it.”

“So… who are you, and how did
you end up in my woods? Are you in the military?” Amy was curious about the
strange man she’d allowed in her home. As handsome as he might be, he could
still be dangerous.

“I mean you no harm,” he said
with a reassuring smile, “I’m not from this planet, nor am I military. My name
is Lukavyt-r, and I’m an explorer.”

Amy blinked in surprise at his
response. This beautiful creature was nothing like the movies had portrayed.
She marveled at his long, muscular arms resting calmly on the table and the
warm smile spreading across his stubble-lined face. With careful observation,
the subtle differences became clear: his ears were longer than that of a
typical human’s, coming to a smooth point at the tips; his shimmering white
teeth held the slight hints of fangs.

Amy’s heart raced, she suddenly
felt overwhelmed with desire to reach out and run her hands along his deeply
muscled body, as if some unseen force was drawing her in.

He gave a seductive grin,
watching her longing grow. “I’m not making you nervous, am I?” he raised an
eyebrow. “You seem
… occupied
.”

Amy quickly returned her gaze to
his eyes, blushing a slight shade of crimson. He had sensed her desire,
somehow, as if he carried a sixth sense. She felt exposed, as if she may as
well be standing before him naked. Yes, he was attractive but this was
something more—something deeper than the mere sight of a sumptuous man in her
kitchen.

“No… I’m not nervous,” she
cleared her throat and sat upright, “just curious, I suppose. For starters, why
were you looming around in the woods, Lukav-…Luk… sorry, can I just call you
Luke?”

He gave a long, deep laugh,
“Luke it is. I wasn’t looming; I was lost. I landed here accidentally when my fuel
gauge malfunctioned. I left the ship to find help and ended up wandering astray
through the trees.”

The two talked well into the
early hours of morning. Luke described his home planet, which he had left years
prior in search of unexplored worlds outside their galaxy. He spoke of the
desert lands his home plant had become, barren of trees save a few select areas
where the remainder of his people had migrated for life-sustaining needs.

“The air is heavy now from the
loss of oxygen.” His eyes grew dim and sadness swept across his face,
reflecting on the dire situation of his people. “We’ve been forced to live
underground where the air is pumped in through machines, and the planet is
heating up at a rapid rate. My people decided to deploy scouts to evaluate surrounding
areas to see if they’d be suitable for us to inhabit.”

“Are there others here…” Amy
hesitated, “like
you
?”

“No,” Luke shook his head sadly,
“I lost communication with the other ships nearly a year ago. I am several
light years from home, and I can only hope they found a new planet somewhere
closer.”

Outside her window, the birds
began to chirp loudly, signaling that morning had come. Shiloh inched closer,
nudging Amy with her muzzle to signal that she needed to go outside. Amy gave
Luke a polite smile and took Shiloh to the door, letting her out to roam free.

When she returned, he had placed
his head down on the table, clearly exhausted. Amy couldn’t help but feel safe
near him, even though he was from another world. She placed her petite hand on
his brooding shoulder gently.

“Hey,” she cooed, “why don’t you
stay here and rest awhile...at least until you get your strength back. I have a
spare room you can use to get some sleep.”

He nodded, “Thank you, most
graciously.” Luke followed her upstairs, his heavy boots clumping on the wood.
Amy could feel that he was sizing her up from behind as she walked, forcing a
grin on her face.

She led her exhausted new guest
to an open door adjacent her own and motioned for him to enter. “You can stay
in here. I live alone—well, except for my animals—so no one will bother you.
I’ll be around if you need anything.”

She left Luke to rest, closing
the door to his room softly. Once free of his stare, she leaned her head
against the door and gave a sigh. There was something about him that sent her
body spiraling out of control; some deep attraction unlike anything that Amy
had ever felt before.