Chapter Six

 

Devin gasped as his words stroked her bare skin. Mace’s lips bent into a smile seconds before he kissed her again. One hand gripped her ass, the other skipped up her thigh, urging her to spread her legs wider, joining Cayl’s exploration of her pussy. Need raged inside her. She moved with the delicate touches, opening her thighs. Both men groaned, hands sliding between her legs, beneath the edge of her panties. Fire spun through her pussy as they touched her, strong fingers dipping into her passage, teasing her clit.

They moved together caressing her until she rocked against their hands. Strong muscles supported her back as she pumped her hips up, thrusting against their fingers, driving them into her pussy.

A click sounded next to her head, intruding on her climb. She glanced left. Jessica, the waitress, put the next glass down on the table with a snap.

“Damn, that looks like fun.” She leaned forward—her impressive breasts bulging out of the tiny tank top she wore—giving all of them a full dose of her cleavage. “Anything else you’d like to try?”

Cayl lifted his head and looked at Jessica’s breasts as if he was actually considering the offer. And why wouldn’t he? He was a male after all, even if it was just for a few days. He pursed his lips and continued the intense concentration on the waitress’s well-endowed chest, finally turning his gaze back to Devin. He slowly shook his head.

“No, thank you. I’m quite content with the pleasure I have before me.”

The waitress sighed.

“Too bad, ‘cuz she looks like she’s having a great time.”

Cayl nodded. He dipped his fingers back into her passage, thumb sliding across her clit. Her thoughts blurred for a moment. “It is clear that she is enjoying intense sexual pleasure.”

The waitress giggled. “You talk funny. Kind of like that other guy.”

The fog evaporated and Devin’s head snapped around. Cayl straightened as well, practically throwing her off his lap. Only Mace’s hand saved her before she tumbled to the ground.

Cayl opened his mouth, his focus locked on the waitress. Devin could see the demand in his eyes. Feeling a little steadier, she dug her fingers into his shoulder, warning him to be silent.

“What other guy?” she asked in what she hoped was a casual tone. She cocked her hips to the side and leaned into Mace. He moved forward, taking her weight and keeping silent.

“Don’t know his name. He’s been coming in for about two weeks now. Bright blue eyes, glasses, dark hair. Talks real stern and funny.” She smiled at Cayl. “Just like you.”

“Is he here tonight?” Devin leaned as far forward as Mace’s hold would let her. “I didn’t think there was another one like my guy in the world. I’d love to meet this man.” She winked.

Jessica’s eyes widened. “He’s that good of a fuck?” she asked, breathless. Devin nodded. “I wondered about that. This guy looks kind of stiff.” She glanced back at Cayl. She giggled and shrugged. “Well, I guess you can never tell by looking, huh?” She looked around the room then shook her head. “I haven’t seen him come through tonight. He usually comes in every couple of days, hooks up with a new girl and then leaves.” She nodded to Devin who returned the purely feminine look.

“Well, if you see him, maybe you could point him out?”

The teasing light in Jessica’s eyes dimmed a bit but she shrugged. “Sure.” She glanced at the table, the edges of her mouth curled downward. “How should I charge the drinks?” Devin sighed. She wasn’t going to get any help from that waitress.

“Just put them on my account,” Mace said. She nodded again and walked away.

 

Devin waited until Jessica was out of hearing distance before she turned. She was all business once again.

Mace shifted, trying to ease the pressure on his hard-on. Not that he was the only guy in the room who had a hard-on—it would be kind of odd if he didn’t—but it made it a little difficult to focus. Of course, Devin’s open jacket and those gorgeous breasts didn’t help. Damn, Cayl had been working her hard. Her nipples were puffy and pink, probably very sensitive but she seemed to like Cayl’s rough touch. Mace groaned. She’d been wet, slick, ready to be fucked.

“Okay, we know what he looks like now—”

Mace shook his head and tried to focus on her face. His mother had trained him to be a gentleman—not that it always worked—and part of that was to look a woman in the eye. He didn’t think his mother had ever imagined this situation.

“All we know is he has dark hair and blue eyes.”

“And glasses,” she pointed out.

“Oh, that’s going to help.”

She tipped her head to the side and looked a little bit smug. “There aren’t that many guys here wearing glasses. Probably doesn’t look cool enough.”

“Still there are enough men with glasses that this guy is going to be impossible to pick out.”

“He’s got bright blue eyes, the waitress said,” she pointed out. She nodded to Cayl. “Like his.”

Mace looked at the other man and realized his eyes went beyond bright to almost glowing.

“That is probably why he wears the glasses,” Cayl said. “To hide the intensity of his gaze. It is the one thing that we retain from our original form.”

Mace clenched his teeth together, holding back words that he was sure would make him look like an idiot but damn, he was almost starting to believe Cayl—and maybe this guy they were looking for—was an alien. Great. They’ve dragged him into their insanity.

“We should search for him,” Cayl announced.

“In this crowd?” The club was jumping tonight.

“We could go stand at the entrance monitor who comes in.”

Mace looked at Devin and saw she was thinking what he was thinking. “That probably isn’t a good idea,” Mace said. “The bouncers in this place are jumpy and well trained. They don’t like gawkers.”

“Then how are we to find him?”

“I’ll make a circle of the club.” He shook his head. What the hell was he thinking? Sure. I’ll go look for the alien. “See if I see anyone with dark hair, glasses and glowing blue eyes.” With a sigh that Devin echoed, he slipped his fingers from her pussy. She moved, standing up, the skirt falling to cover that sweet ass.

“I should come with you.”

“No.” Cayl grabbed Devin’s hand and yanked her down on the bench beside him. “Mace will search. We will blend with the crowd.” His free hand was already sliding beneath her blouse.

“Oh no,” she said, her voice breathy. She grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. “We have to keep watch here in case he goes by. Neither of us will be focused if we’re, you know, blending.”

Mace knew he could have left to wander the room but he wanted to see how this played out.

“But you said we would be conspicuous if we sat and watched.”

Devin’s throat tightened in a frantic swallow. The sight made Mace’s cock bounce. Fuck he wanted to see her swallow his dick.

“Well, maybe we could touch, just a little.”

She looked up at Mace—her eyes pleading and hungry at the same time. Needing one more taste, he leaned in, took a quick kiss, and turned away even as Cayl reached for Devin. By the time he got back she’d probably be naked and spread-eagle on the table. Not that he had a problem with that. He just wanted to be there when it happened.

He frowned and pushed through the crowd, nudging people out of his way, keeping his eyes peeled for someone with glowing eyes. He’d found a couple of candidates but they were female and on closer inspection he decided they were wearing contacts.

Mace completed his circuit of the room, returning back to Cayl and Devin. It looked like she’d managed to stay upright and fairly clothed. Cayl’s hand was inside her blouse covering one breast, tweaking the nipple and soothing it, even as his mouth was locked on hers in a kiss.

Mace watched for a few minutes, leaning closer until one of them noticed him.

Cayl lifted his head. His lips had that just kissed look—pink and puffy and wet.

“You’ve returned.” Cayl sounded almost drunk. He blinked and shook his head like he was trying to clear it. “Did you find our quarry?”

“No one fitting the description. Any luck here?” He didn’t even bother to try to keep the teasing out of his voice. Hell, they hadn’t noticed him until he was practically on top of them. And damn if it didn’t look like Cayl was blushing. The low light made it difficult to see and from what he’d learned in the past twenty-four hours, not much made this guy blush.

“No, uh, we didn’t see him either.” Cayl jumped to his feet. “I will search. You will stay here and monitor…” He lifted his chin and there was a definite burn to his cheeks. “You will stay here. I will return.”

“I don’t think—” Devin never got a chance to finish her protest. Cayl slipped into the crowd leaving Mace alone with Devin. Or as alone as they could be in a packed club with people practically having sex around them.

There was no actual fucking going on. That was one of the club rules. There were rooms for that. But nakedness, fondling, sucking, spanking…all encouraged to watch or participate in.

Devin sat up, her lips showing the same bee-stung glow as Cayl’s, closed the front clip of her bra and tugged at the hem of her skirt. She squeezed her knees together, looking almost prim—despite the fact that her skirt barely hit mid-thigh, her blouse was still unbuttoned and every breath she took threatened to spill her breasts out the top of her bra.

And damn if the proper image didn’t drive Mace to debauch her. Wouldn’t be hard. He could tell that she was struggling to remain calm but her body was still humming. She hadn’t come when they’d both been touching her and she didn’t have the satisfied glow of someone who had just climaxed.

This could be fun, he thought. Keep her on the edge, until she begging for it.

He took the seat beside her and draped his arm over the back of the booth. Except for the kiss that morning, this was the only time he’d been alone with her. He leaned in, toying with her hair.

“So, what shall we do while we wait?”

Her shoulders went back a little further. “We’re not really waiting. We’re watching. Monitoring.”

“Like you and Cayl were?” He brushed his nose along her cheek, light swirls moving closer to her ear. He flicked his tongue out and teased her earlobe. She gasped but didn’t move away. Mace knew he had her. “Because, fuck, you looked hot. I could probably come just watching the two of you.”

“We…we…”

He placed his hand on her knee and let his fingers circle the smooth skin, sliding to the inside. Her legs were still squeezed together, tight but he touched, just teasing, asking for entrance. He pressed a kiss on her ear, then bit down on the lobe. Another startled gasp escaped her mouth but once again, she didn’t move, except to relax the pressure between her legs. Oh yeah, she liked a little pain.

He slid his fingers up between her still-closed thighs. She wasn’t pushing him away but she wasn’t quite ready to let him in.

“Honey, are you still wet? Soaking those almost-nothing panties?”

Devin groaned and turned her head toward him, offering her mouth. Mace couldn’t resist the invitation. He pressed his lips to her, opening, sliding his tongue into the warmth of her mouth. Heat encased his fingers as he slipped deeper between her legs, the tight hem of her skirt stalling his progress.

He didn’t let it stop him. He shifted, sliding his other hand down her back to her ass and lifting, giving him just enough room to inch her skirt up higher.

“No, please.” She whispered the words against his mouth but even as she protested she spread her thighs letting him in.

“Just want to touch you, baby,” he murmured back. The liquid fire of her pussy coated his fingers, drenching his hand. “Fuck you’re hot. Want to be inside you, fucking you.”

He gave her ass another squeeze wishing he had her bare flesh in his hand, knowing the thong she wore would leave her open, ready. Unable to stop himself from touching her, he slid his finger up and down her slit, pushing the tight material of her panties into her, soaking them in her pussy juice.

“Mace, please.” Devin’s fingers gripped his shoulder, holding him. She pressed up, almost standing, rolling her hips against his fingers. He knew what she wanted. He avoided entering her or touching her clit, just teasing her, tempting her for more.

The need to taste her clouded his thoughts and he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth, overwhelming her as he’d been overwhelmed. He pushed aside the silk panties and plunged his fingers into her cunt. Slick hot liquid coated his fingers as he captured her cry.

Fuck she was close. His plan of tempting her without letting her come vanished. He wanted to feel it, wanted her pussy to squeeze his fingers as he fucked her.

He drove two fingers into her pussy, growling as the slick tight walls gripped him. Cayl was right. He would barely fit in her, but he needed to be inside her. Needed to fuck her.

“I have found no one who fits Harken’s human description.”

The voice shattered Mace’s intent and he snapped his head back. Cayl stood beside them, his arms folded over his chest, looking a little pouty.

“And I can assume that you two did not spot him as well considering you were focused on each other.” Cayl lifted his chin and his nostrils contracted. “She is clearly about to come. Had I known you were going to bring her to climax so quickly I would have stayed.”

A revelation filled Mace’s thoughts. Cayl wasn’t jealous. He just didn’t want to be left out.

“Well, she hasn’t come yet. You can still help.” Mace wasn’t sure what made him offer but the words were out there so he couldn’t call them back.

Cayl’s face lit up like a five-year-old being offered ice cream.

“That would be most intriguing. Might I have my fingers inside her? I do enjoy feeling her contract around me. That was most fascinating—”

“No.” Devin popped up, hoping her head stopped spinning before her feet stopped moving. She swung away, thankful that she skirt had dropped and she was once again covered. She had to regain control. This was her project, her investigation. It didn’t matter if her panties were soaked or not. She was going to complete it.

“I’ll go look.” She was pretty sure the effort was pointless but it gave her a chance to cool down, calm down. She’d give them a taste of their own medicine. “You two sit here and wait. I’ll be back in a few.”

Cayl looked at her, those bright eyes almost reproachful. Then he shrugged and the righteous anger disappeared from her body. He sat down next to Mace, close, thighs touching. Mace looked up, that same freakin’ smug smile on his face.

“I guess we’ll just fill the time until you get back.”

Before she could move, Mace wrapped his hand around the back of Cayl’s neck and pulled him close. Their lips met in a masculine kiss that looked almost like a battle, each male struggling for dominance, until finally Cayl relented, easing back against the cushions, Mace moving over him.

The center of Devin’s stomach dropped away. The sexual heat between them enflamed the need in her.

Focus. Focus. Find Harken.

She heard the words in her brain but it took a moment to convince her body to move, to turn away.

Neither man seemed to even notice that she stood there. They were locked in that wicked kiss, hands slipping around waists, Cayl reaching out and placing his palm on Mace’s hard-on.

She crushed a groan and spun on her heel, looking out at the bustling crowd. This was good. She could get away from them and when she returned, she’d be in control.

It sounded like a good idea except Cayl and Mace weren’t the only sexy sights in the room. She plunged through the crowd, caught up in a wave moving toward a stage. Two women straddled each other—head-to-pussy—licking, sucking, screaming. The sounds alone drenched Devin’s cunt. Sleek feminine hands slid across curves, fingers pinching small, pert breasts. She crushed a groan, her nipples aching in sympathy.

Her fingers fluttered with the need to dip between her legs. A few fast strokes and she could come. One of the women seemed close as well, lifting her head and pumping her hips against the other woman’s mouth.

This time, the whimper escaped.

She spun around and tried to find something a little more neutral to take her stare. Focus. You’re a professional. Think about your mission. The nagging, strident voice helped and she scanned the crowd of men and women watching the two women lick each other. None fit the description of Harken.

Forcing her feet to walk away from the scene was harder than she would have imagined. She’d never, well, rarely, fantasized about being with another woman but those two had been hot. And really it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge.

She pushed her shoulders back and moved through the crowded walkways. Bodies pressed on her from all sides. Normally she hated crowds but tonight she wanted to press back, wanted to rub up against the hands that reached out to her.

The room blurred, blending into one long, lazy sexual dream—bodies and lips, fucking, touching. She looked up and realized she was back to the table. The memories of her pass through the room were fuzzy, filled with staged scenes, couples and trios touching and kissing. She looked at Cayl and Mace. They didn’t even seem to know she’d been gone.

She opened her mouth to speak but the sight before her stalled the words in her throat—Cayl, shirt open, six-pack visible and lickable, Mace’s fingers pinching his nipples, strong hands stroking those rippled abs. Mace was still clothed but Cayl had his hand on Mace’s cock, rubbing, pumping.

And they kissed, hot male lips moving against each other, the battle of male wills obvious even from the distance. Damn they were gorgeous together. The only thing better might be fully naked, hands stroking strong muscles.

She groaned, the sound slipping from her throat without her command.

Mace slowly lifted his head and turned to look at her. Cayl blinked but it didn’t clear the confusion in his gaze. They both looked drunk on the passion.

“I, uh,” she swallowed and tried to find the right words. “I didn’t see him,” she finally announced. “I think we should go and come back in the morning when Cayl can track him.”

It was logical and practical but so not what she wanted to do. Still, she had a mission, a job. And right now, that meant finding Harken. Not stripping off her clothes and making a dog-pile of the two men before her.

Mace sat back, the bulge in his dark jeans hard and impressive. She gulped and focused on Cayl. He had been the methodical being in this investigation. Surely he would understand her logic.

He rolled away, sitting on the bench, legs wide, cock hard. Damn, it looked like he was displaying himself, offering his cock for her use.

Need coiled in her core and she tried to press her legs together but that only made it worse. She needed to leave, needed to get home where she could pull out one of her electronic toys and relieve this ache.

“Is it wise to leave our quarry unwatched?” Cayl asked, shifting just a little, seeming to rock his hips forward, showing her more, distracting her for just a moment.

“We, uhm, won’t find him tonight, not with this crowd. But you and I will come back in the morning and you can search for him. If he’s here tonight you’ll be able to track him tomorrow, right?”

“Yes. His trace elements will linger in the atmosphere.”

Mace’s mouth bent up in a smirk. “So if you can trace him tomorrow by these ‘trace elements,’ why not now?”

Devin glared at him. He obviously thought Cayl was just some nutjob—though what that made her she didn’t want to think about—but he didn’t have to mock him.

“It is too dark,” Cayl replied. He seemed to have no sense that Mace wasn’t completely serious. “The only way I would be able to sense him in this weak light is if I stumble across his path moments after he’d walked through.”

“Ah, so your Spidey-Sense needs light, huh?”

“I do not understand this phrase.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Devin found herself clenching her teeth and pulling her lips back just a bit, warning Mace to back off. He shrugged but let it go. “Let’s get out of here.”

Cayl sighed. “I suppose you’re right. The crowd tonight is too dense. It will be unlikely that we will find Harken this evening.” He made the pronouncement and looked at Mace, regret filling his gaze. “We should depart.”

The statement was followed by two long, deep groans as both men stood.

“Are you okay?”

Mace lifted his head, a sardonic smile curving his lips. “I need to fuck so bad I can taste it.”

His voice slid into her core like a thousand rabid butterflies. He stopped next to her, bent down so his lips were right beside her ear.

“The only thing hotter than fucking you?” He snagged her earlobe with his teeth and bit down. A bright shimmer whipped into her pussy. “Would be all three of us together, me inside that hot wet pussy, Cayl filling your ass. Riding you hard until you screamed.”

The words swirled through her, illuminating her already sparkling nerves. It would be so easy. All she had to do was say yes. Or nod or even groan and she would find herself filled and fucked just like he described. But the more noble angels won the battle.

“We should go.” She would have been more proud of herself if her voice hadn’t sounded breathy and shaky when she’d said it.

Mace’s hand tightened on her waist and she was glad for it. Her knees wobbled and Mace’s support helped keep her upright. She swallowed and deliberately turned herself toward the door. She focused at that small goal—get to the door without begging to be fucked.

Breathless and every nerve tingling, Devin led the way out of the building. Well, “led” was a bit extreme. She walked, knees trembling, Mace’s hand under her elbow guiding her, Cayl’s hand brushing against her ass with each step. There was no way it was an accident, but she couldn’t find the strength to tell him to stop. It felt too good, reminding her of Mace’s offer—her, double penetrated, hot hard cocks filling her.

Last night had been bad enough but she’d at least been able to come…tonight…

She whimpered when she thought of it. She’d been close, so close but that damn waitress had to interrupt. Devin mentally slapped herself. No. This is a good thing. They’d gotten a lead on Harken. They knew they were on the right track. Hopefully he would show up tonight. Then all they had to do tomorrow was return and track his “trace elements” around town.

Then this would all be over and she wouldn’t find herself half naked letting an alien touch her. Or getting her nipples worshiped by Mace and Cayl. Or feel Mace’s fingers inside her, pushing her toward—

The sexy image filled her head and clouded her vision. Her toe caught a crack in the sidewalk and she tipped forward. Her reactions slowed, she saw the pavement heading for her face, but couldn’t respond.

Strong hands wrapped around her waist and shoulder, both men grabbing and catching. Cayl hauled her up and slammed her against his hard body, drawing a grunt from her chest.

“That would have been most painful, Agent Denning,” Cayl pointed out. “The walkway appears quite rough and your skin is so soft.” As if to prove his point, he slipped his hand beneath her blouse and rubbed her stomach. “So soft.” He held his hands in place then pressed her tighter against his body, the hard ridge of his erection grinding into her ass.

Normally, a guy rubbing his hard-on against her wasn’t a huge turn-on except she knew he was hard because he’d been touching and kissing her. And Mace. The thought just made her want more. Heat from his body flowed into her core and melted her. She pressed her hips back, pushing her ass against his groin.

“Are you okay, honey?” Mace asked, tipping her head up. She blinked and tried to respond appropriately. The words wouldn’t come so she nodded. “You sure? You look a little dizzy.”

The laughing undertone nudged her pride and she straightened. What the hell is wrong with you? You’ve become a sex-crazed fiend!

She took a deep breath and tried to gather the professionalism that seemed to have disappeared when she put on her thong this evening.

“I’m fine,” she said though she still sounded breathless. That probably had more to do with the tight grip of Cayl’s hand around abdomen than anything else. Or so she told herself. “I’m fine.” She repeated the phrase to make it more real. Tapping Cayl’s hands, she waited until he released her then stepped out of the way.

She flipped her hair back away from her face and tried to find her center. Two nights spent in a sex club…well, it was enough to send anyone into a tizzy.

“Well, we’ll start again in the morning. Cayl and I will track Harken. Since we know he was most likely here tonight, we should be able to follow his trail, right?”

Cayl nodded. “In daylight, I can detect his trace elements.” Cayl’s lips pressed together as he thought.

“So you think he’s got a place around here?” Mace looked at the neighborhood. It was a mix of boutiques and trendy lofts. Not the most likely place for an alien to set up.

“Could he be driving?” Devin asked.

“The bad guy alien knows how to drive?” Mace’s smirk echoed in his voice.

Devin glared at him but Cayl didn’t seem to notice the faint mockery.

“Yes. It is likely he learned to drive. He has been here a week longer than I have and already I am capable of operating your human transport. It should not be difficult. The sun’s light will brighten his elements and I will be able to track him.”

Mace rubbed his palms together, like a greedy man before a pile of gold. “Great. We’ll see you in the morning.”

Devin started to nod then the truth of what she was agreeing to hit her. She jerked to a stop. “What? No.” She looked at Mace and he had the nerve to open his eyes and attempt to look innocent. Almost pulled it off too if it wasn’t for the glitter in his gaze and a hint of a smile. “Not going to happen.”

Mace hadn’t technically fucked Cayl last night but Devin had no illusions that if she let the alien go with him tonight, Cayl would get a whole new world of experiences, experiences he probably didn’t need during a two-day trip to Earth. They had a reputation to maintain after all.

“I’m only trying to help,” Mace said.

She pressed her lips together and exhaled long and deep through her nose. “Right. Cayl, you’ll stay with me tonight.”