Liz had spent most of the night sitting on the Crashdown's roof thinking, dreaming about her life. Alone for hours doing so. But when she heard footsteps behind her, she knew she had someone to confide in. From her seated position, she quickly spun around and stood up with a bottle of red in her hand. Nervous, anxious, excited about who might visit her in her sanctuary. Rosa? Isobel? Maria? Kyle? Dare she dream of Max?
The footsteps grew louder, yet still no words were shared. It was too dark to see too. The footsteps still coming closer. She stood chest to chest with this tall figure whose hands came up to caress her face. So maybe it's Iz? Or one of the boys? They're tall. Rough, calloused palms scratching her cheeks. So definitely not Iz with all those creams she uses.
Since Max and her are not speaking, Liz says "Kyle?" through a gasp. Slowly the tall figure leans in to gently kiss Liz. Still surprised but also a little drunk, Liz leans in and kisses the figure back. Even though they are only an inch away from each other she still can't see who she's with.
Their kisses quicken and one hand remains on her face while the other travels her body — neck, shoulder, ribs — landing on her waist. Her hands move from her sides to the figure's chest. The kisses move from her lips to her neck with a few nips between kisses. Moans escape Liz's throat as the time passes.
Suddenly and gently the pair walk backwards towards the brick wall on the edge of the roof. Hands squeezing ass, hands unbuttoning pants. A mysterious shirt comes off followed by hers. The pair left staring at each other in their underwear. They come back together, Liz's ass resting on the ledge. The figure between her thighs, bent down kissing and roaming her body again. Liz tries to stand but is rather spun around to lay on the short brick wall. Liz grunts at the contact.
"Kyle," Liz starts. "Wanna take this inside?"
The figure clears their throat negatively while moving hands to unfasten her bra.
"I'll take that as a "No" I guess," Liz says as she sits up to assist in the maneuver understanding the response (a little excited too). Another gasp escapes at the release in pressure. While Liz lays back down over the bricks, the mysterious man readies himself and Liz below the waist.
Slowly, the figure grasps his penis and moves to align their bodies. Liz is leaning over the roof, breasts free for all of Roswell to see if they only looked up. "Are we going to get this party started or what?"
The figure huffs in response and moves forward to slide into her entrance. Liz curves her chest off the brick as he penetrates. Cutely, they both moan "yes" at the same time. As the figure thrusts in and out of her, Liz thinks of the shared "yes". It sounded familiar.
Max? "Max?" She turns her head to look up at the man fucking her. A deep moan leaves her mouth as the dick hits just right.
"Oh sweetheart, you really don't know anything do you?" Jones says with that Southern twang of his. As the realization hits Liz, Jones picks up his pace. The brick is digging into Liz's thighs, hips, and lower abdomen with every thrust.
Before Liz could form a response, Jones flips her over onto her back and pulls her so only her head is over the ledge. Jones reinserts his dick and picks up Liz's hips and continues thrusting at his quick pace. Feeling like she's floating (with a brick under her head), Liz moans again.
"What are you talking about? Who are you?" Liz says loudly as she tries to push Jones away. Unsuccessful, Jones continues to thrust into her a little slower now and moves his hands from her scratched hips to her breasts. Massaging them, pinching the nipples, pulling them to excite her attention.
"Did your friends not tell you to expect me or who I am? Your boy toy's twin? Not ringing any bells sweetheart?" Liz moans between sentences; her pussy wetter than it should be while she's getting fucked by someone she thought was someone else.
"I don't know what you're talking about but please don't stop. We'll talk after. Just please keep going." Close to climax already, Jones' increase in pace sends her over the edge. Liz throws her arms over her head and side of the roof into the air. Jones moves his hands from her breasts to her hips again to readjust Liz back over the brick for more balance. Ribs and up over the ledge, hips and lower held by strong hands. Hands inching towards her clit. Thumb teasing the nerves in circles to bring her to climax again.
Liz moans through her second orgasm while Jones is thrusting and says, "Alien cum is alien cum, and you've already had sex with Max-y boy. What's some more?" Jones orgasms before Liz can fathom a response. Dread fills her. Alien cum is alien cum and I've already had plenty of Max's.
"Want to go again or do you want to talk?"
Liz blinks a few times while she is still being held balancing on the ledge in Jones' arms and penis still hard inside her. "How about both?"
"How would that work, Lizzy?"
"You talk, and I'll suck your dick."