CollectiveMemory (5 page)

She stopped herself. What was she thinking? She wasn’t. And
that had to stop. She needed to remind herself this was work and nothing more.
Mace was just helping out. Out of the kindness of his heart. Right.

And dammit the bastard had spanked her! Her cheeks grew warm
again, the memory sending heat through her body. How mortifying. How
embarrassing.

How arousing.

She flinched as her conscience jumped into the conversation
reminding her she’d been wet and hot while he’d spanked her, as if every stroke
was a tap to her clit.

Brushing away the thought, she wove her way to the empty
table and sat on the cushioned bench, jumping at the slight sting in her
backside. Oh, Mace was going to pay for that.

Cayl sat down beside her, his eyes scanning the walkway and
the tables around them. She couldn’t tell if he was looking for Harken or other
couples to watch.

“What do we do now?” he asked after a few moments. “Are we
just going to hope that Harken walks by us?” The snotty tone had returned. Good
to get back to normal.

“No. Mace is asking about new members. This guy most likely
got a membership if he’s come here more than once.” It felt good to talk about
their case. Her mind shifted focus from the rampant sex around the room to
finding Harken. This is good, she thought.
Think about finding the
megalomaniac and maybe when Mace comes back you won’t drag him down on the
bench and beg him to finish the job he started with his spanking.

Devin groaned. Her conscience tended toward sarcasm but it
was a good point.

“We will sit here until Mace returns?” Devin nodded. “It
would be best if we blended in, would it not?”

Her mind trapped in her own thoughts, she answered Cayl’s
question without much consideration.

“Yes.”

Cayl shifted, turning toward her. His hand reached behind
her shoulders and pulled her close.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“You agreed we should blend in? All of the other human
couples are embracing. Should we not do the same?”

She blinked and couldn’t deny his logic.

“I guess.”

“Then we should kiss.”

“Oh! Okay, right.” She turned to face him. “We should kiss.”
The delicious ache in her pussy swelled but she took a breath and tried to
ignore the sensation. This wasn’t a real kiss. It was business and Cayl had
never kissed anyone. She would have to take control.

She put her hands on his shoulders and stared into his eyes.

For five seconds, his eyes went blank, almost black, then he
leaned forward, drawing her near as he did so, and placed his lips on hers.
Devin braced herself for a quick buss on her lips, or worse, a bad kiss.

His mouth moved, soft and gentle at first, exploring—like a
man experiencing the sensations for the first time. These weren’t the awkward
caresses of a first-timer. He turned his head, matching their mouths closer,
sucking lightly as he rubbed his lips against hers. His hand slid down her back
and eased her closer, pressing her breasts to his chest.

The wicked distraction of his hand on her back caught her
attention long enough so she missed the fact that he had his tongue in her
mouth, teasing and playing with hers. Her thoughts short-circuited. The heat
and wicked taste filled her mouth and flowed through her body, sinking into her
core. She squirmed on the soft bench, wanting to be closer, needing to be
closer.

Only Cayl shifted, not moving away, but he lifted his head
and looked at her chest. Even beneath the thick material of her suit jacket she
felt the intense green stare, like a caress to her breasts.

Devin swallowed and forced her lungs to breathe slow and
deep, hoping to calm her speeding heartbeat. But her mind was still locked on
that kiss.

“I thought you’d never been human before,” she blurted out.
“Where did you learn to kiss like that?”

“My species has a collective memory,” he said absently, not
shifting his stare, his one hand flexing like he wanted to reach for something
but didn’t quite have the courage. “I merely accessed a previous visit to
Earth. Was it not done properly?”

“No, it was great. Perfect.”

His head came up. “Then we should do it again so as not to
attract attention to ourselves.”

A tiny part of her mind acknowledged that he sounded as
eager as she felt but the portion capable of coherent thought disappeared as he
kissed her again. Her toes curled inside her shoes as he worked his tongue
against hers, tangling with it and drawing her inside his mouth.

As if moving under their own power, her hands slid into his
hair, the soft strands slipping between her fingers, teasing her skin with
light strokes. He grunted and leaned forward, pressing her back against the
wall, giving her no chance to retreat. The strength and power called to
something in her and she whimpered, wanting more, wanting to feel him on top of
her, inside her.

This is bad, but oh so good. You shouldn’t be kissing the
alien. It’s bad, bad.

But the words faded as Cayl sucked on her tongue. Shivers
skipped down her spine and she moaned. Her body vibrated with the need to be
closer.

As if he heard her plea, he sat up, placed his hands on her
waist and picked her up. The strength in his arms was incredible. The world
spun as he lifted her, flipping her around. The twirling stopped abruptly.
Devin looked down. Her legs straddled his thighs, her knees digging into the
soft cushions. The boring black skirt she’d worn to work this morning looked
sexy and hot hiked up almost to the top of her spread thighs. The thighs she normally
hated for being too big looked strong, sexual.

She blinked and looked around. Her back was to the aisle,
giving them some illusion of privacy.

She lifted up on her knees, not wanting to crush his legs.
He didn’t seem to notice or didn’t care. His eyes locked once again on her
chest, watching the breathy rise and fall of her breasts beneath the gaping
jacket.

She gulped and glanced over her shoulder. People might see
them.

“We really should—”

“Open it,” he commanded in a voice that warned he wouldn’t
be denied.

The sound sent a shock into her pussy. Mace had used the
same voice when he’d told her to bend over for her spanking. Something deep
inside her reacted to the power flowing from Cayl. Her throat tightened and she
couldn’t find the words to protest.

Her fingers trembled as she reached between her breasts and
worked the button, undoing the simple clasp but keeping the edges closed. They
were in public. Not that anyone she knew would come to a place like this, but
why take chances. For all she knew the director of the agency was a closet
submissive and was even now having his ass whipped in some private room.

The frightening thought disappeared as Cayl reached for her.
One hand stayed on her back, supporting her, the other brushed aside the flaps
of her jacket, baring her breasts. She gulped and looked around, wondering if
anyone could see, if anyone was watching. No one seemed to be paying attention
to them but still…

“Cayl, we shouldn’t—”

He didn’t lift his head. His gaze never left her breasts.
“Hush, Agent Denning, we are blending in.”

He placed his hand on her stomach, spreading his fingers, as
if he wanted to absorb as many sensations as possible. Long curious strokes
whispered across her stomach. An invisible band squeezed Devin’s chest as she
watched his hand move across her skin.

Heat flowed through his touch, sinking into her flesh. Devin
held herself still as his fingers drifted upward, teasing and testing the lower
curve of her breasts, first one, then gliding over the other. A low hum rumbled
from his throat, the sound part curiosity, part hunger.

The sampling caresses seemed to make him want more. He
curled his fingers beneath her breast and lifted as if testing the weight.

She held her breath, allowing herself to be explored.

His tongue slipped out between his lips and touched the
corner of his mouth. He flashed a look to his right, to the other couple and
the man sucking on the woman’s breast.

Devin braced herself and opened her mouth to protest, to
tell him this really wasn’t a good idea.

But Cayl didn’t move forward. Instead he rotated his palm
over her breast, gliding his fingers over the already tight nipple. Devin
gasped. Warmth flowed through his palm as he rubbed a long slow circle across
her skin. Her nipple popped forward. He pulled his hand away and looked at the
protruding peak.

“Fascinating.”

A corner of her mind rebelled at being a “learning
experience” for his species. That part was quickly silenced by the dominant
side that loved the way his hand stroked her. He circled her nipple with one
finger, watching as it tightened, his eyes glowing—literally glowing—bright
green.

“Most intriguing,” he murmured as he leaned forward. The
hand at her back pulled her up, arching her spine and positioning her breast to
his mouth. Cayl leaned down and skimmed his nose across her skin as if testing
her scent first. Another hum and he flicked his tongue out, a quick brush along
the curve.

He tilted his head and gave another glance toward the couple
in the corner as if gathering ideas. Devin felt like she was barely breathing
when he returned, focusing on her. He opened his mouth and slid his tongue
slowly around her nipple. Bright shivers ran into her pussy.

It didn’t make sense. Her breasts weren’t usually so
sensitive. It had to be the atmosphere, the fact that they were in public and
that her panties were soaking wet. But that didn’t make it right. She should
stop him.

“Cayl, that’s—”

He held up his hand, stalling her halfhearted protest.

“Please. I am exploring this fascination with the female breast.”
Exploring? Her brain briefly protested at being a test subject but the throaty
gravel of Cayl’s voice told her he wasn’t as unaffected as he might want to
believe.

He gave another lick and returned his free hand to her other
breast, soft fingers stroking back and forth across her nipple.

“Most compelling, Agent Denning. I would understand why the
human male is so intrigued.”

Devin didn’t have an answer—women had been trying to figure
that out for years—but her ability to think disappeared. He opened his mouth
over her breast and sucked. The wicked shiver turning into a zap, flowing into
her core and making her squirm. She couldn’t stop the gasp that followed. Cayl
raised his eyes as if to monitor her response. The green in his eyes seemed to
sparkle with tiny silver lights. That couldn’t be real—Cayl was in a human
body—but it was beautiful.

She cupped her hand along his cheek. The glittering lights
seem to grow brighter. He dropped his gaze and focused on her breast, sucking
her nipple into his mouth. Her back arched, instinctively trying to give him
more of what he wanted.

Cayl released a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl
then drew hard, as if he wanted to swallow her whole. Heavy pressure flooded
her pussy. Her fingers gripped his hair, holding him in place.
Damn, he’s a
fast learner.
He licked and sucked, focusing his attention on one breast,
tasting her, learning. He explored, seemed to monitor her reaction, and
repeated the ones that interested him.

The club, the mission, everything disappeared. All that
mattered was the hot, wet pressure against her nipple, the long seductive draws
of his mouth, sending sweet pulses into her pussy.

Movement fluttered around her and her eyes drifted open. She
blinked and realized she was staring up…at Mace.

“Having fun?” he drawled.

She tried to nod but couldn’t find the strength. Cayl lifted
his head.

“It is quite fascinating. You were right about her having
fantastic tits. They are most intriguing in my mouth.” He looked at her other
breast then up at Mace. “Mayhap you would give attention to the other. I would
be most interested to see her response to two males sucking her pretty tits.”

Without seeing if his suggestion was being followed or
perhaps he didn’t really care, he returned to what he’d been doing, licking,
kissing. Driving her insane.

Mace’s presence made it so much more real and she tried to
move away but the pressure, the need was too deep for her to retreat. Without
lifting his head, Cayl shifted her until she was positioned against the table,
leaning back, her jacket spread wide and her breasts bare and open for anyone
to see. That should have panicked her, but instead another sliver of arousal
pierced her flesh. She wanted to be seen, touched, fucked.

Mace planted the heel of his hand onto the table and leaned
over her.

“Is this what you want, Devin?” She blinked and nodded, her
voice locked deep in her throat. A light flared in Mace’s eyes and he bent
forward, not moving toward her breast but to her mouth. She opened her lips
ready to meet his kiss. He teased her with a brush of mouth to mouth, a caress
using his lips. She stretched up, silently pleading, wanting more, needing.

The edge of his mouth kicked up in a half smile as if he was
pleased by her hunger. If she’d had the strength to protest, she might have but
he covered her mouth with his, his lips meeting hers and his tongue sliding
inside. God, she didn’t think it could get any worse. Better.

Heat rushed through her pussy and she moaned, arching up
into the kiss.

Unwilling to lose the strong suction of Cayl’s mouth, she
sank her fingers into his hair and held him in place as she offered her mouth
to Mace. She lost herself in sensation—Mace’s mouth ravaging hers, Cayl’s lips
drawing deeper and deeper.

The shoulder of her jacket was pulled down trapping her arm.
She couldn’t move, would only let herself be displayed and touched. Hot, strong
hands moved across her body, her breasts, her stomach, the insides of her
thighs. No part of her body seemed untouched.