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T.W the Alien: Part Two (rough draft)
🕑 Added 2022-05-18 20:01:01 +0000 UTCYou’re a bit relieved T.W didn’t drive the limo for your date. But the car itself was far nicer than anything you would have ever been able to afford. T.W leaned back in his seat, using only one hand to clasp the wheel. You noticed a golden bracelet around his wrist that glittered when it caught the light of the street lamps.
Looking out the window you tried to think through what you’d like to say. The car was too quiet, due to it being electric and neither of you said anything since T.W opened the car door for you.
“So uh-” You started but quickly faded off. “Where do you live?” You wanted to bash your head against the meticulously kept dashboard.
“Big gray house up on a hill. You can see the gate from the road,” he said with that burly voice of his.
You were gobsmacked. “Grayside?”
T.W nodded.
“You’re the one who moved into Grayside? That’s all anybody in this town can talk about!”
“I’m aware.”
You closed your mouth, thinking perhaps the topic pissed him off some.
T.W’s free hand reached out, taking hold of your and holding it over the median. “It’s nothing like the rumors. The agent I bought it from cleaned it up before I got there.”
His hand in yours was big and warm. His purple skin was soft, not exactly velvet, but not exactly fur either. The pads of each finger were slightly raised and leathery. There was no signs of fingernails or claws on the tips, but he did have on a couple of sharp looking rings.
You touched a ring with your other hand. “You have really nice jewelry.”
“Thank you.”
You traced the veins on the back of his hand down then up his arm. When you reached his elbow he flinched as though he was ticklish. You smirked and moved your hand back.
“Where are we going?”
“A little place outside of town. D.D found it.”
You looked up from his hand. “D.D?”
“My friend, you met him.”
You nodded. “Green guy, right.”
T.W’s hand tightened in yours. “You can ask the big question if you want.”
You felt a shudder in his palm, almost as if the pads were moving. “Big question? What big question?”
“About my big secret.”
You nodded.”I figure you’d talk about it when you wanted. I didn’t wanna pry.”
“It’s alright. Might as well get it out of the way.” He turned slightly, looking at you with a glint in his unmoving eyes. “You had a stuffed toy of me?”
Your cheeks burned, suddenly very embarrassed under that gaze. “Yeah. I did. Purple was my favorite color.”
He chuckled and his hand moved from your grasp and wrapped about your thigh. “Is it still your favorite color?”
You gulped your heart back down into your chest and nodded.
“Good.” That big hand of his made your thick thigh seem small.
“Y-you said you moved here b-because of uhm-” You stumbled over your words. His hand was distracting you. “You said you moved because of your past as a child star.”
“Needed to get away. Got into some fights with my cold cast members,” he murmured. “D.D and I had decided we could run our business better somewhere remote.”
You placed your hand over his. “I’m sorry to hear that. It must have been stressful.”
“Time will take care of most of it.”
After a while, T.W pulled up outside a brick building with a large metal door. Inside you were taken to a private booth where the ambiance was really quite nice. As you sat down, T.W stepped aside, removing his hoodie and handing it off to the hostess. He was wearing a really nice button up that was half buttoned, and you could really see his gold chain against his purple skin.
You smiled shyly and fidgeted with your hair. “You look nice.”
“Thank you. But you look far better to me.”
Your heart jumbled and jumped about.
“Do you prefer wine or champagne?” He asked.
You shrugged. “I’m not really much of a drinker.”
He looked at you with that unmoving face. “You work in a liquor store.”
This wasn’t the first time you had gotten this. You giggled and shook your head. “Just because I work there doesn’t mean I partake all the time.”
T.W glanced down and nodded. “I’ll order champagne then. It’ll be nice and light for the evening. And order whatever you want, don’t worry about anything.”
You picked up a menu and smirked. “Well then, can I order some Chanel boots and Tiffany jewelry.”
He opened his menu. “They have that here?”
You giggled and smiled to yourself. “I’m teasing. I won’t go too crazy with my order. I’ll be reasonable.”
T.W’s golden eyes flicked back towards you. “I’m serious. Get whatever you want. I am trying to impress you.”
“You didn’t have to go that far. I’m way easier to impress than that!” Under the table your stretched out your leg, touching his ankle then slowly running up his leg.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” he warned. His head remained bent down as he read over the menu.
You recoiled your foot. “Sorry. Is it bothering you?”
T.W lifted his head and his golden eyes were smoldering. “Quite the opposite.”
You bit your lip and looked back at the menu. “Noted.”
The date continued remarkably well. The conversation was just as good as your texts, maybe even more flirty than usual. You shared dessert at the end and T.W fed you a strawberry, which got your pulse racing again. At the end of the evening, he drove you home but you remained outside for a long time. The windows got steamed over and there was a moment you thought it wouldn’t end.
His hands were up your dress, his neck had lipstick on it. You were both breathing hard and mere inches away from going much further. If you didn’t live with your parents still, you might have invited him in.
“I should let you go.” His hands slowly began to move away from your thighs. “As much as I hate saying that.”
You didn’t say anything, just nodded as you also slowly began moving yourself away from him. “It was fun. We should really doit again.”
“I plan on it.” T.W got out of the car and walked around to open your door. “As soon as possible.”
You took his hand as he helped you out and stood on tip toe to give him another kiss before you parted. “I’ll let you know when I’m free next.”
“Please do.” He hesitated walking away. “I’ll message you.”
You walked to your door, turning to watch his car pull out of the driveway. You knew it was better to wait, but you would have done so much more in that car had you not stopped.
Since you were off, you slept in the next day. You woke up just to close your curtains, but as you settled back into bed you noticed a text from T.W.
“Sorry I didn’t message last night. Had to cool down.”
You understood what he meant. You used the shower a little too long last night because of T.W. “How’d you cool off?” You replied.
“Not sure if it’s ladylike to tell.”
You giggled. “It was pretty steamy in the car last night.”
“I felt like a teenager.”
You bit your lip. “So, how did you cool off?”
“You know.”
You smirked, wriggling in bed at the idea of tormenting him until he confessed. “No I don’t.”
“What are you wearing?”
You pinched your thighs together under the covers. “Don’t change the subject. Why? What’re you wearing?”
“Nothing.”
You sucked your lips into your mouth.
“Want to see?”
More than anything, you thought, but you weren’t sure if you dared to actually message that to him.
“I’ll show you if you show me.” T.W messaged.
You bit you lip, looking down at the oversized t-shirt you were wearing. You moved the blankets aside and laid on your side, pulling your shirt up just enough so a bit of under-boob could be seen. You snapped the picture and sent it.
There was a long pause as you waited for him to reply. You tossed and turned in bed, waiting for him to say something or send a picture. It seemed like an eternity until you heard your phone chime.
“You’re not helping.” T.W replied.
You smirked. “You promised. Send me yours now.”
A picture arrived, showing T.W laid in bed with a blanket covering one leg and part of his groin. His body was immaculate, well taken care of and sculpted. He held his hand over the blanket right on his groin, as if trying to hide something.
“Not bad,” you replied.
“Yours is better.”
You licked your lips as you tried to think of something to say. You kept looking back at his picture, inspecting every inch of it.
“What’s your schedule?” T.W asked.
“One sec.” You went to your calendar to check then sent him a few dates you were open to see him again.
“You have next Sunday and Monday off. Are they completely free?” He asked.
That seemed so far away. Well over a week to get to it. “So far.”
“Keep it that way. But hopefully, we can have a few more meet ups before then.”
“Okay. Sounds good to me.”
You did have a couple of coffee dates through the following week. You met up one time for a quick dinner, which ended it more heavy petting in his car. You knew it would be worth the wait, hopefully, and it was worth getting to know him better during this inbetween.
Sunday morning you woke up to pins and needles. You wanted noon to get there as soon as possible so you could get your bag and drive to Grayside. You’d be spending the night with T.W there, just the two of you. You’d stressed over what to back, you even bought new underwear just for the stay.
Once it was time, you got into your car and drove to Grayside. You typed in the passcode he gave you at the gate, then drove up the long driveway towards the infamous mansion. Once there, you stepped out of your car and marveled at the old building. The stonework looked recently cleaned, and some of the old statues looked repaired or fully replaced.
You were so busy gawking you didn’t notice the doors open. T.W stepped outside onto the stairs and whistled.
Jolting, you turned and looked at him. “Hi,” you gasped.
“Hi.” he wagged his fingers at you. “Glad you made it.” He walked down the stairs towards you and took your bag from your hand. “I’m not much of a cook, but I did order us something nice for lunch.”
You walked beside him and he placed his hand upon your lower back. Your spine melted and you felt yourself leaning into his body.
The entrance was a bit bare, and there were some moving boxes stacked up in the corners. “We’re still a bit messy. D.D left yesterday to finish getting some stuff from our old office moved.”
“I’m not bothered by messes.”
T.W bent down and kissed you. His hand pressed against your back to press you into his body. You placed your arms around him, deepening the kiss, even parting your lips to feel his tongue.
“Careful,” T.W growled warningly.
“Really?” You chuckled.
T.W kissed your neck and cheek. “I’m trying to be a good host. A good boyfriend even. I should show you more of the house before I show you more of me.”
Your whole face was burning up. “I have that picture you sent me. I’ve seen a lot of you already.”
“Hush,” He scolded. He moved you along, taking you upstairs so you could put your bag away. His bedroom was quite big and there were paint swatches on the wall. More moving boxes were stacked in the corner. Two open doors revealed a bathroom and a walk in closet. The closet looked filled to the brim with clothes.
You set your bag down on the bed. “It’s so nice here. I figured the old place would be somewhat a mess.”
“Like I said, the agent we bought it from really got it cleaned up for us. She said it looked like people were getting in here to party.”
You smirked. “Sounds about right.”
“Most of everything was beige though and it pisses me off. Hence the paint.” He waved towards the wall. “Still figuring that out.”
You sat down on his bed, recognizing the blanket from the picture he sent you. You smoothed your hand across the fabric then smiled up at him.
His unblinking face gazed down at you. He crossed his big arms tight against his chest and exhaled slowly.
“What?” You brushed your hair away from your face.
“I’m arguing with myself.”
You licked the corner of your mouth. “About?”
T.W tilted his head up, looking down at you. He looked both terrifying and sexy. “A lot of things.”
You tugged up your shirt. “Does this help any of your arguments?” You then undid the latch at the front of your bra and exposed your full breasts to him.
A sharp intake of breath puffed out his chest. T.W rumbled in his throat and he dropped his arms then stroked at his neck. “Naughty girl.”
You’d barely been so bold before, but all your texts with T.W leading up to this point had been verging so close on erotic. You were pent up and your fingers no longer were enough to satisfy it.
T.W breathed and a dark tongue peered from between his lips. It licked then disappeared back into his mouth. “Can I ask you to do something for me? You can tell me no if it’s too much.”
“What is it?”
His eyes burned as they gazed upon you. Something about his unmoving expression was so different. “Take off all your clothes. And when you’re naked I want you to touch yourself for me.”
Your whole body flowed with radiant heat. “Oh?”
“I promise, if you do it, your reward will be…boundless.”
You slowly stripped away your clothes, leaning back against the headboard once you were completely naked. His eyes were so focused and unblinking. He stood there completely still watching you. It was unnerving, but exciting all the same.
You parted your legs and adjusted your hips, stroking your hand down your body. Soft breast, plump belly, thick thighs, you were sure he had enough to look at. Your fingers opened your up, letting him see the delicate folds and plump mound. You moved your fingers, touching gently at first, but his smoldering gaze urged you on. Rubbing your clit you moved down and slipped your fingers inside. You felt a great wetness inside you, and as your fingers moved it caused a lustful noise.
T.W crouched down upon the bed, watching you intensely. You moved your fingers out, spreading yourself open more so he could see how wet and aroused you were. You circled your clit again, beginning to moan as the pleasure mounted. Gasping breaths escaped your lips, puffing more the more you touched.
You dipped your fingers in again, moving them faster, harder. You added your other hand, rubbing your clit while your fingers curled inside. Your moans grew louder, the pleasure grew stronger. T.W grabbed your wrist and those burning eyes focused on your loins.
He pushed your hands away and cupped your thighs in his great palms. “That’s enough,” he snarled. His mouth opened wider than you’d seen, almost splitting his face as his great, dark purple tongue dripped from his lips. He placed his head between your thighs, lapping you up and continuing where he stopped you.
You whimpered and threw your head back, gasping for breath as his large tongue licked and pressed against you. You cupped the back of his head, pressing him closer to you. He snarled as his tongue pressed inside you, his eyes wider than before. T.W then jerked up, pulling you with him. Your shoulders hit the bed while his arm wrapped around your hips to keep them elevated. Two of his large fingers dipped inside you, moving slow and steady at first. They gained speed, going hard and crooking inside you.
It was hard to keep your voice down, but at least you were in a giant, empty mansion where that didn’t really matter. T.W growled with a viciousness as his fingers plunged into you. He rubbed his thumb against your clit and it felt like you were done for.
You gulped down breaths, moaning and calling out his name. This urged him on until the final blow was dealt. Your body stretched and tensed, nearly flailing out of his arms, but he held you strongly. His grip tightened and he ground his fingers into you, urging forth an orgasm that made it feel like the top of your head might pop off.
Once your legs went limp, T.W laid you back down upon the bed and he stepped aside. You could hear him removing his clothes, but your mind and soul was elsewhere.
“Did you like that?” His voice was right against your ear.
You nodded.
“Would you like more?” He licked your ear and neck, and in your afterglow it made you whimper.
His mouth cupped around your breast, suckling upon your nipple which felt so sensitive. T.W placed himself upon you, his strong body taking over yours and laying it out flat. His hands raised your arms above your head. He then spread out your leg and lifted your knees. He moved your hips forward and admired for a moment before he raised up.
Looking down you saw his great, purple eggplant, and you hated that was your first thought. You giggled and quickly looked back up into his eyes. That unmoving stare had a slight edge to it.
“What’s that?” He inched closer, rubbing his cock against your inner thigh. “Why the giggles, my little plaything?”
You bit your lip. “I thought something silly.”
T.W growled. “How silly?”
You cupped your hands around your face to hide your shame. “Eggplant.”
He leaned down. “What was that? Did you say my cock is an eggplant?” he pulled your hands away. “Look at me.”
You looked into his eyes, feeling him slide up against you. You sucked in a breath and nodded. “I said it was silly.”
He moved his hips, rubbing himself against your. His cock parted your mound and began to grow wet from your arousal. “It is silly. But I doubt you’ll think such a thing when I’m inside you, my plaything.”
You arched your back just to press closer to him. “Well…when you say it like that.”
He growled into your ear, sending shivers through your body. “I’ve been waiting for this.” His hand clawed down your body as he reached for his shaft. He took it into his hand and pointed it against you. The tip slipped up and down before he began to press. “I’m sure you can take it. I’m going to press every inch inside.”
You closed your eyes tight as he made his way inside you. The thickness stretched you open, fulfilling a deep desire that so far fingers had only scratched. T.W sat up a bit to watch, and his eyes took on another look.
“That’s it.” He spread your thighs open more. “Fuck, yes. Oh my little plaything. How delicious you look.” He reached across the bed, taking out his phone. “Mind if I capture this moment?”
You squirmed around him, clenching tight then relaxing back into the bed. “Go ahead.”
He aimed his phone and took some pictures. He looked back at you, setting his phone aside then arching his hips forward. You whimpered at the feeling of him so deep. He gripped onto your thighs, digging his fingers in as he lingered there.
“You like it?”
You nodded.
“Say it,” that deep voice surged through the air.
You caught your breath. “Yes. It’s so good.”
He plunged in deep again and you lost your train of thought. “I like to hear that, little plaything. Fuck. You’re so wet. So sweet.” He thrust in again. “How did I keep my hands off you all this time?” His hands ran up from your hips to your waist. Over you soft belly and to your breasts. His thrusts grew harder and more driven.
“You’re not getting much rest now,” he snarled. “I haven't had a plaything in so long. And never one as good as you.”
You whimpered and moaned, wondering how he was able to talk, let alone go on the way he was.
T.W pulled from you and rolled you over onto your stomach. He pulled you back into him, straddling your legs around him. He slipped back inside from behind, grabbing your rear and wrenching you back upon him. You cried out luder and he snarled viciously.
“Good girl. Taking me so deep.” He was so rough, gripping you so tight and moving so hard. But it felt so good, your mind was melting and you would let him do anything to you. His hand clawed up your back and he grabbed a fist full of your hair. He pulled your head back and leaned over you. He kissed you and bit, growling deeply as he fucked you.
“Where do you want me to come?” He snarled into your ear.
How could you ask anything of you now? You could barely think let alone talk!
“Do you want me to come on your thighs?” He breathed. “No?” His hand gripped upon your ass then smacked it. “Maybe here? No?” He thrust harder inside you. “Do you want me inside you?”
Somehow you managed to nod.
T.W laughed. “That’s a good plaything. Oh-” His voice shuddered. “I’m going to come soon. I’m going to fill you don’t worry. I won’t spill a drop.” His fingers curled around, rubbing your clit. It was too much, his words, his body, now his fingers, you felt that heat, the overwhelming power. You shuddered and choked, your body lurching and jerking with his. He held you tight, grabbing his hand around your neck and holding you fast to him.
“That’s it. Oh fuck…fuck!” He bit into your shoulder and you cried out loudly. Warmth flooded and for a moment you didn’t exist. You simply evaporated.
Ever so slowly you returned. Your vision was blurry, but as you breathed you felt yourself come back into the world. You stretched luxuriously upon the bed and T.W’s hand stroked down your body.
“How am I supposed to live when you feel that good?” he whispered.
You turned to look at him beside you. His eyes were still open, but there was something so soft about his face. His hand rubbed up and down your body gently.
“You’re a work of art. Just…fuck my head is swimming.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.” You murmured dreamily. “I’ve never…no one has-” You giggled. “I’m floating right now.”
“Keep on floating.” He moved in close, kissing your neck and chest. “You’re going to stay there while you’re here. Because I’m going to have a hard time leaving you alone.” He snuggled against you. “I’m going to play with you all weekend.”
You smiled and cupped your hand around his face. “If you’re that good each time. Then I think I’ll enjoy it.”
“What? You haven’t before?” He chuckled.
You shrugged. “Doesn’t matter anymore.” You kissed him, wrapping you arms around him. “Just know I like you best.”
