Today's First Chapter Friday is from my very spicy MFM alien romance, SEXY SUITORS FROM SPACE. I originally wrote this story under the penname Paisley Brown, but found it difficult to handle multiple social media accounts on one platform for my books. So, I don't do that anymore. Anyway, this story is about a woman who is fresh out of a breakup, the gift her grandmother granted her, and the erotic adventure she has. It's 99¢ USD and available wide.
Enjoy the opening scene from SEXY SUITORS FROM SPACE...
Some vacation. Nothing but snow for miles. I might as well have been visiting the North Pole with all the layers of clothing I had on. And, somehow, the cold wind still managed to find the small amount of face I didn’t have covered, stinging the skin around my eyes.
“Are we almost there?” I could barely see five feet in front of me, only the mountain of a man directly ahead. If he slowed down for one second, I’d grab his coat with one hand and cover the rest of my face with my free arm. But if I didn’t keep up, I’d get lost in the blizzard. “Seriously, is the place I’m staying anywhere nearby?” Every other hotel I’d stayed at had the check-in desk within the building. Apparently not this one.
The man didn’t respond, kept walking, guiding me, hopefully, to the glass igloo where my grandmother held a timeshare.
“Get away for a few days, Heather,” she’d said, handing me the plane ticket to Finland and shoving me out the door. “You’ll have a lot of fun and forget about your scum of a cheating fiancé. It’s been a year since you kicked him out. Time to move on. Show off your new curves.”
Sure, curves that I’d gained from spending a week eating nothing but ice cream. Not only had I gained ten pounds, but I’d started crying Ben & Jerry’s. It still hadn’t helped my pain. I’d loved Todd and wanted to spend the rest of my life with him. Unfortunately, my love hadn’t been returned. But, a trip wouldn’t make me forget what I’d walked in on two days before Christmas.
I’d tried to return the tickets. “Snow and cold really aren’t my thing, Grandma.” Give me a tropical beach somewhere with tanned, muscled men, and I’d at least try to get over Todd.
Refusing to take them back, she’d only patted my hands. “You’ll be surprised how much fun it is in Lapland. I would go, but I’m getting too old to enjoy the...amenities. It’s your turn now.” She winked and shut the door behind her.
And there I was, trekking through the knee-deep snow north of the Arctic Circle, dreading the blanket of white and cold I expected to last my entire vacation.
As if a brick wall had jumped in front of me, I smacked into something solid. My guide. He’d finally stopped. If not for all of the extra layers I wore, the collision would have left a few bruises.
“We’re here.” He fiddled with some contraption—I assumed the lock—while I peeled myself off him.
I peeked around him to get a view of my accommodations for the next week. Shit! A real glass igloo, not some extravagant hotel with a dome-shaped glass roof that looked like an igloo. Last time I ever trust Grandma to know what’s best for me. The woman might have raised me, but she was so out of touch with what I needed as an adult.
Opening the door, the man grabbed me under the armpits to pluck me from the snow and ushered me inside the igloo, a space no bigger than my kitchen. This was where I’d be trapped, alone, for one week with nothing to do but remember the night I’d walked into my house to find my fiancé fucking some floozy. And Todd hadn’t even bothered to hide the fact he lived with another woman from her. If he hadn’t raced out of the house, I swear I would have cut his balls off.
“Would you fancy me to return this evening to escort you to dinner? It will be served at six.”
I spun around, my guide’s baritone voice warming me from the inside out. He’d barely spoken more than two words since we’d met. He stood closer than expected, and I nearly slammed into him again, wobbling in my boots. Gripping my arms, he steadied me.
“Um....” All ability to breathe and speak flew out the door. I stared into his crystal-blue eyes, surprised by the stranger yet again. He’d removed his scarf and hood, revealing Thor-like features. My clit pulsed, alive for the first time in months. The doppelganger of the only superhero who’d ever turned me on stood less than a foot away, holding my upper arms. I’d give anything to run my hands through his wavy blond hair, kiss along the firm jaw covered with golden stubble, nip at his full lips.
Fuck being the good girl. That had only left me with a broken heart. This was my vacation, and I planned to have some fun, get what I wanted. A sexcation. I’d deal with reality when I returned home.
I sighed as my inner vixen decided to come out and play. “I’d much rather keep you here. We can warm each other up.” And I couldn’t blame the vixen. Who’d want to let this hunk go?
Thor dropped his hands and smiled, but the upturn of his lips didn’t travel all the way to his eyes. Flattered, but not interested. Probably married, too.
With a groan of disappointment, I stepped away and unzipped my parka. Might as well get comfortable, even if I do have to spend all of my time alone. “Fine, then. Yes, I would appreciate an escort to dinner.” If I didn’t have one, I’d likely get lost in the snowstorm, not able to tell up from down.
After a quick nod, he lifted his hood and left. A cold breeze rushed in during the quick moment the door stood open and a chill ran through me. Shivering, I considered zipping up again, but decided to dive under the covers of the double bed. Or maybe a hot shower would be better.
Shucking off the bulky layers, I headed for the bathroom, desperately needing something to warm me up. After opening the door, I wanted to slam it shut again.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
No shower. Just a damn toilet and sink. No tub, I could understand, but was it too much to expect at least a tiny stall to wash up in? This is turning out to be the worst vacation ever.
I rushed to the bed, not worrying if anyone spotted me naked. It wasn’t as if anyone could see anything with the snow flying around. Diving under the covers, I yanked them up to my chin, willing a way to stop the shakes tormenting me.
The usual haunting vision of Todd fucking another woman crept into my mind, but I shoved it aside. I didn’t need him making this trip worse. Besides, I had fresh fodder from my guide to fantasize with. Interested or not, he couldn’t stop me from imagining him licking my pussy or pounding into me with what was sure to be a gloriously large cock. Liquid fire rushed through my veins, forcing away the chill.
I drew a finger along my slick folds, picturing my guide between my legs, his tongue darting in and out of me while he rubbed my clit with his thumb. Pleasure I’d craved for so long.
Reaching over the side of the bed, I tugged open the nightstand drawer, hoping for something cock-shaped to fill me. I gasped when I saw a long box with my name on it. Who’d left it, I had no idea. Slipping off the lid, I found a silver bullet vibrator and a huge dildo beside it, labeled Goliath. A strange gift. But with my growing desire, I didn’t care. The object would fill every inch of my pussy as I’m sure my guide would have.
After a quick trip to the bathroom to wash the items, I dropped the bullet into the larger toy and scurried into bed.
Imagining the weight of my own personal Thor on top of me, his lips sending me into a dizzying frenzy of lust, I shoved Goliath inside. My hips shot off the bed, and I cried out. Holy shit!
On his knees, he pounds in and slides out again, ready for the next attack. Over and over, each plunge ramps up the electric tension, filling me with nothing but need. I grab his thighs and thrust toward him, meeting him halfway. There is no slowing the pace, no relenting, just a mad rush for release. His grunts grow louder and he rams into my pussy, the force and the swell of his cock sending me over the edge.
My body twitches. The orgasm rips through me in shock waves and I draw him back down on me. In between raspy breaths, he melds his lips to mine, taking all I have to offer with his demanding kiss. Our tongues battle in an erotic war, neither one of us retreating. He rocks inside me, gearing up for another round. And I am ready.
More, give me more.
Jessica E. Subject is a USA Today bestselling author of Sci-Fi and Paranormal Romance.
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