Chapter 12 #2
“Sometimes a planet will encounter a situation they cannot handle on their own. Or an invading armada will try to take over.” He shrugged. “We provide support to those who can afford it.”
“So you don’t set out to conquer worlds, but to help them?”
His slow smile should have come with a warning because it suddenly had Colette flushed. “Depends on the planet. Sometimes, if a certain populace is being difficult when it comes to trade or other things, then we will step in and take control.”
“And do you genocide the original inhabitants?” the doctor asked, looking at him over the rim of her low-perched glasses.
“We only eradicate those who would do us harm.”
“Good to know,” the doctor murmured. “Shall we begin?”
Colette perched on a stool and watched as the doctor puttered. Putting Cade on a scale. Against the wall for measuring. Pulling out a tape and measuring his biceps, thighs, chest. Even his head!
When it came time for samples, Cade did frown at the presented needle. “You wish to poke me with your weapon?”
“It’s a needle for drawing blood.”
He glanced at Colette as if seeking reassurance. “It’s okay. It doesn’t really hurt. Just a pinch. It will be over in seconds.”
At her claim, he gave a nod. “Go ahead.”
Given he had no familiarity with normal human medical procedure, Colette explained each process as the doctor went through a rote of sample collection. Hair plucked. Skin scraped. Nails clipped. Saliva spit into a tube. Ultrasound to map his inner organs and bone structure. Where Cade balked…
“You want me to urinate in a cup?” He eyed the plastic container with disgust.
“Yes.”
He glanced at Colette. “Why?”
She bit back a smile. “Because it can be used to detect illnesses.”
“But I’m not sick.”
“Call it curiosity, then. You’re physically like a human male, but things like analyzing your blood and, yes, even your urine might pinpoint the differences we can’t see,” Ouellet explained.
“If I must,” Cade sighed.
The doctor showed him to the bathroom attached to her office and closed the door.
Ouellet sighed. “He is nothing like I expected.”
“Definitely not a skinny gray alien like we’re used to hearing about,” Colette agreed.
“It’s more than just the appearance. He is well spoken. Intelligent. Seemingly very honest and open with his replies. I’m afraid I was biased coming into this, expecting…” She paused, and Colette filled in the gap.
“Something like that monster from the movie Predator that couldn’t be reasoned with and wanted to kill us all?”
“Yes, even as I know those kinds of aliens are fiction.”
“I thought the government had already encountered visitors from space.” Colette had heard all the conspiracy theories in her lifetime about Area 51 and of the encounters with ETs supposedly being hidden from the civilian population.
“We have come across aliens, but the majority didn’t remain alive or intact for long once exposed to our atmosphere.
In most cases, we only ever managed to recover samples from UAPs that crashed on Earth, and what we did find and manage to reconstruct with computer modelling didn’t resemble him in the least. And you say his partner has the same appearance? ”
Colette nodded. “The general indicated you were aware of them. Is this really your first time actually speaking and coming in contact with his kind?”
The doctor hesitated. “I probably shouldn’t say anything, but we did manage to capture one once.”
“Why do I get the impression I won’t like what comes next?”
Ouellet grimaced. “Because it ended up being a failure. The one they got into custody was injured, and the doctor in charge was more interested in dissecting than giving him a chance to heal.”
“Wait, you’re saying they killed one of the Xamians?” Colette had heard the name enough to say it properly.
“He did, and got in trouble for it because there were many who’d wanted to question him.” The doctor then hurriedly added, “I promise that won’t happen with Cade.”
“I believe you, but I don’t get the impression the colonel would be so kind.”
“He’s an idiot. Thank goodness the general is more levelheaded.” The doctor tapped a pen against the steel counter. “Think Cade would be willing to give a semen sample?”
The question, out of the blue, had Colette coughing, and she hadn’t recovered when Cade emerged with his plastic cup—which held a pale blue fluid.
He glanced at Colette, and his face turned stony as he growled, “What did you do to her?”
“Nothing,” Colette hastened to reassure.
“Thank you for the sample.” The doctor plucked the container from him and placed it in a fridge.
“Are we done?” Cade asked.
“Just one more request. Could I get some semen to examine?”
Cade arched a brow. “You wish us to fornicate?”
“What? No!” The doctor blushed. “If you could give me a sample, it would be much appreciated.” Ouellet produced another cup.
“You wish me to manipulate myself to completion?” Cade sounded astonished.
“Does your kind not masturbate?”
“Only if there is no other recourse and we are in great need.”
“Oh.” The doctor sounded disappointed, which might be why Cade added, “With the right incentive, though, I might be able to produce.” His gaze went to Colette, and her cheeks heated.
It took Ouellet a moment to comprehend. Her glance went from Colette to Cade before she smiled in understanding. “I think that would be up to Ms. Wilson.”
Which led to them both looking at her.
“Uh…” The brass-balled businesswoman was at a loss for words. Her staff would be astonished.
“How about if I leave you alone to discuss it?” Ouellet quickly took herself out of the room, leaving behind an awkward silence.
Awkward for Colette, at least.
Cade placed the cup on the counter. “I am guessing by your reticence that you do not wish to participate. Understandable. You have formed a bond with Jaspar, obviously, and do not wish to—”
At his erroneous assumption, Colette shook her head. “It’s not that. It’s just… This whole situation is weird.”
“You don’t say,” his dry drawl.
“You’ve been so good about all this. I’m sure no one will be upset that you balked.”
“I am willing. It is simply not something I do often, and when I do, there’s usually some kind of visual to make it easier.”
“What kind of visual?”
“The naked form of a female. Watching videos of others copulating.”
“Something to get you in the mood,” Colette murmured before eyeing the ceiling with the watching camera. A camera that would record anything she did. That could be watched by anyone.
She stalked to the bathroom Cade had used and peeked inside. No spying lenses. She turned and beckoned to Cade.
“What is it?”
“You want help or not? Bring the cup.”
He moved quickly, and as soon as he entered the tight space, she shut the door.
“Let’s be quick before they send someone to check on us.” A shyer woman might have hemmed and hawed about what she planned to do. Colette had long been in her don’t-give-a-fuck years. The blouse got unbuttoned and removed, revealing her breasts cupped in a lacy bra. “Your turn,” she said.
“To what?”
“Strip. If I’m going to be the sexy vixen to get you hard, then I need incentive too.”
Cade grinned as he placed the cup on the counter with the sink. He tugged off his shirt, revealing the muscled chest she’d seen not long ago, but now it was different. Rather than being an object of clinical study, he was getting naked—for her.
She shed her skirt, but when she would have removed the bra, he growled, “Leave it on for a moment. I like how it frames your breasts.”
A comment to wet her panties.
“Take off your pants,” she ordered.
“As you command,” he replied with a smile. He first shed the slipper-like shoes he’d been given, his own clothing having been taken by the doctor who said there were some who’d like to analyze the fabric and fabrication.
His scrub bottoms hit the floor, revealing his cock. A cock already straining with excitement.
Blue. Slightly purple at the tip. Shorter than Jaspar’s but thick, so very thick. She couldn’t wait to taste it.
Licking her lips, Colette dropped to her knees and grabbed his cock in a firm grip. Her hand started out by sliding up and down his length, feeling it pulse. Seeing the pearl of moisture on the end.
Would he taste the same as Jaspar?
She flicked her tongue for a taste.
Mmm. Sweet.
She opened her mouth wide and took the head of him into her mouth, and Cade gasped.
“You okay? Do we need to grab the cup?” she asked, trying to remember why they were in that bathroom.
“It will take a bit more than that,” was his raspy reply.
With that challenge, Colette went to work. Or in this case, pleasure. She sucked, bobbing her head up and down, sliding her lips the length of his velvety shaft, working it, inhaling hard enough she felt her cheeks pull inward.
Apparently, aliens liked a good blow job—and, yes, she knew she was good at it. She didn’t need to ask. Just look at his reaction.
His body tensed. His fingers tangled in her hair. He thrust his hips to match the rhythm of her suction.
Some women might not enjoy giving head, but Colette loved it. She hummed as she suctioned his shaft, felt her pussy clenching in excitement.
She felt his balls pulling up tight, and his cock had thickened to the point her teeth grazed.
When he grunted, “Almost there,” she knew it was time.
She grabbed the cup, and when she pulled her mouth from his slick cock, she kept jerking it.
She also watched in fascination the color contrast between her hands and his dick.
“Uh.” The only warning she got. The cup only barely caught the shooting cream, tinted blue like the rest of him.
Cade sighed. “Thank you, that was incredible.”
“We’re not done,” she murmured, putting her mouth back to work. Insane. Totally. But her pussy ached. Wanted. Needed. He understood when she shimmied out of her panties.
To her delight, he was ready to go again almost immediately, the problem being how to get his cock inside of her since they lacked a bed.
The solution proved simple. She bent over and whispered, “Fuck me. Quick, before we get interrupted.”
Magic words that had him rubbing the head of his cock against her cleft, drawing a moan that she stifled with a fist in her mouth.
He didn’t stop the tease but kept running his dick back and forth against her honey-slicked slit, parting her lips and only partially seating himself before pulling free to rub against her clit. Her channel quivered in anticipation.
“We don’t have time,” she whispered. “Fuck me, goddammit.”
“As you wish, but next time, I will take my time,” he promised.
Before she could repeat, Next time? he slammed it into her pussy, the sudden stretch making her groan aloud.
“Climax for me,” he ordered in a low, growly tone as he thrust into her, over and over.
“I plan to,” she panted, enthralled by the feeling of his balls swinging and slapping against her clit.
He kept ramming her, his fingers dug into her ass cheeks, holding on for the wild ride.
A ride that ended all too soon, as she came, her pussy spasming as her orgasm hit. She clenched so tight she locked him in place, and it was his turn to moan as she milked him for a second time.
Colette might have collapsed if he’d not still been holding on. Her legs wobbled, her muscles weak as if she’d run a marathon—not that she’d know. That kind of exertion was for psychos.
“Are you okay?” Cade asked as he slid from her.
“Mmm. Better than okay. You blue hunks sure know how to fuck.” She’d be hard-pressed to say which of them was better.
Maybe she’d have to do them both again for comparison.
Which led to the more sobering thought of, what would she do when they left?
She feared they might have ruined her for human men.
“What’s wrong?” Cade asked, sensing her change in mood.
“Nothing.”
“Did you not enjoy?”
“That’s the problem. I liked it too much.” She rose and began putting on her clothes.
“How is that an issue?”
How to explain she hated the fact they’d leave? That she wouldn’t mind them sticking around. That she wanted to take them to bed again. And possibly again after that.
Thankfully, she didn’t have to reply because a knock at the door interrupted.
“Is everything okay in there?” Dr. Ouellet asked.
“Yes,” Colette yelled. “We’ll be out in a second.”
Cade frowned rather than dressing. “We are not exiting until you explain what I did wrong.”
“Nothing. That’s the problem,” she grumbled. “The sex was amazing.”
His lips curved. “It was.”
“I guess I’m just kind of sad I probably won’t get another chance to do it again with you or Jaspar.”
“Says who?”
“Have you seen where we are?”
His lips quirked. “That didn’t seem to matter a moment ago.”
“I doubt we’ll get another opportunity.”
“Don’t be so sure,” he murmured as he dressed.
Before they exited, with Colette blushing hotly, Cade leaned close to murmur, “We will be together again. Me. You. And Jaspar, too, if that’s your wish.”
A tantalizing promise that was almost enough for her to drag him back into the bathroom.