Alien Sex 101 (16 page)

Her eyes widened. What started as a tiny tremor worked its way up his shaft until his entire erection vibrated as hard and deep as any sound or tuning fork. Hot precum coated her fingers as it trembled out of him in shaky rivulets. Then the quake abruptly morphed into a visible thump, thump, thump like his cock was doing tiny push-ups against his pelvis.

He groaned. “Squeeze.”

She obeyed just as he started to come in long spurts.

His neck muscles stood out and his spine flexed before he turned glossy eyed and hung his head. In her hand, his erection hadn’t flagged. It was just as hard and energetic as before, and it started to shimmy all over again.

Mera couldn’t help but watch in fascination. This time the shaking phase lasted for a full ninety seconds. She encircled his shaft with her other hand as it convulsed. Although she expected a weaker second climax, this one was just as strong. He still didn’t wane.

“How long?” She licked her lips. “How long do you keep coming?”

“It’ll last…ah gods…fifteen or twenty minutes.” He gasped, already gearing up for the next one. “The last one…uh…will be the best.”

She discovered she was breathing hard, which made her nipples rasp against the fabric of her bra. A wet spot spread across the crotch of her panties. “Should I stroke?”

He shook his head frantically as he ejaculated again, drenching her hands until she was dripping with it.

“Just hold me,” he cried through the next tremor.

She wasn’t going anywhere. Mera held on and watched in awe as he came six more times. She’d never seen a man ejaculate so much and had to wonder where he’d been storing all that spunk. When the last orgasm swamped him, he bellowed like an Oquaran water bull and came as hard as promised. Her fingers felt stiff when she pried them off his deflated member.

“That was incredible,” she whispered.

He moved his head just enough to kiss her mouth. With a fortifying breath, he slowly shifted so he could push her onto her back and climb over her.

“Your turn,” he announced as he opened her blouse.

Her back hit the soft cushions beneath her at the same time that the cool air slapped her belly and chest. The sensation roused her from the daze watching him come had put her in.

“I’m going to take care of you,” he promised.

Mera flushed as he bared her to his hungry gaze, but it was his word choice that warmed her from the inside out. Although they were both sticky and making a mess, she didn’t care.

Trett didn’t bother removing any of her clothing. He just shoved it out of the way. Yanking her bra down, he positioned it so that it boosted up her breasts for his attention.

“Delicious.” He muttered the word under his breath.

She arched when he latched on to her sensitive nipple.

He suckled with just his lips, pulling back to stretch her before he released the suction with a pop. Then he laved the whole underside of her breast above the line of her bra before he returned to nibble. Mera’s legs sawed restlessly together, and she nearly sobbed when he switched to her other boob. He used his tongue to do that fluttering thing he excelled at, working the wet tip against her nipple until she squirmed in torment.

She never even noticed him opening her shorts. His hand was just suddenly there, coasting under her underwear to find her soaked and welcoming between her legs. When he rubbed his thumb over the nerve patch at the top of her slit, she thought she’d die from desperation. Then he teased her with just the tip of his finger circling round and round the rim of her vagina.

“Do you like oral sex?” he asked. “Would my mouth feel good here?”

“Good, but not great. No one ever does it right.”

His fingertip continued to taunt her. “You need the touch on the inside,” he said, catching on fast. “All the external laving in the universe won’t do it, will it?”

“Right.” She was both comforted and thrilled that he understood.

His smile turned lecherous. “Maybe next time we’ll experiment with that. Oral has never been my favorite thing—usually I want to skip to the main event—but I think with you I might really like it. The next best thing, though…”

Mera arched her back and keened as he slowly, oh so leisurely, pressed his finger inward. He wasn’t quite fast enough to set her off, but the friction had ripples bouncing up and down the length of her sheath and womb.

“Please.” She whimpered and writhed.

Trett withdrew just as slowly, making her shudder. Then she felt two fingertips tracing her entrance.

“Open wide,” he warned her.

She yelped as he shoved both fingers into her in one ruthless thrust. Her orgasm tackled her with devastating force, and he shimmied those digits inside to keep her going. Countless muscle contractions later, he touched his lips to hers.

“Again,” he demanded.

Mera didn’t have time to stop him before he withdrew his fingers and thrust once more.

She hollered and dug her nails into his biceps. Another stroke and she started mindlessly thrashing.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he insisted. “I want you to come again and again until you climax as many times as I did.”

Her eyes peeled wide. She started to sputter. Before she could belt out a protest, though, he was making good on his threat. Her orgasms blended together until her whole body was just one giant, throbbing nerve ending. She lost count, but somewhere around a dozen peaks later—just when she was starting to grow uncomfortable—he sent her into a final convulsion that had her screaming his name.

“There we go.” He gathered up her limp body and headed for her bedroom.

Mera was as unresisting as a doll as he stripped her of her clothes. Spooning up behind her, he tucked her under the sheet.

“You’re crazy,” she mumbled as she closed her eyes.

He just laughed. “You have no idea what I have planned for you later this weekend.”

The possibilities made her shiver in delight.

* * * *

The next morning, Mera awoke to a sudden, violent orgasm. She’d been having a dream about dancing to beautiful music with Trett, and then she was exploding with pleasure. When she jolted into full consciousness, she discovered him still pressed against her back with his thigh wedged between her legs and two fingers stuffed in her vagina.

“Good morning, beautiful.” He sounded smug.

Before Mera could reply, those naughty fingers retreated and forged back in again, making her press against the length of his body until she thought their skin would fuse. The second orgasm continued to pound through her for several beats, making her muscles contract around his invading digits.

Feeling the jut of his erection against her buttocks, she tried to reach back to grab him. Before she made contact, he withdrew and slid out of bed to gather the spare clothes he’d brought over.

“Sorry.” He turned his back on her to pull on his pants, giving her a bleary-eyed glimpse of his tight butt before he covered it. “I’ve got to get to work.”

A whine escaped her before she could stop herself.

He shot her a rueful smile as he finished slipping on his shirt and tugged on his shoes. “Hey, it’s the end of the week.” He strode over so he could give her a quick kiss. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight, and we’ll pick up where we left off? You could stay the weekend.”

She kept her face perfectly blank. The whole weekend? Was she ready to take it to that level? She saw him watching her with the same careful expression. Trett wasn’t pushing her. He was just waiting to see what she wanted to do. The knot in her stomach loosened before it even truly formed.

“I’d like that,” she answered honestly. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way over.”

His triumphant smile made her heart soar, and he kissed her again before he headed out.

Feeling limber and sated, Mera got up to take a shower. She had a lot to do today, but it was impossible to feel stressed when she had so much to look forward to.

* * * *

Thanks to her morning with Trett, Mera’s data input job didn’t seem so bad. All day long, she kept thinking back to what he’d said about oral sex, and suddenly she could pick out every six and nine on the list. Then the numbers morphed into tallies of orgasms or performance scores in her mind, which made her wriggle in her seat.

When she finally got done, she had to hit the bathroom to give herself a little sexual relief. She closed the door, shoved her hand beneath her panties, and brought herself off with one good thrust of her finger. As she did, she thought about Trett, which made her rock so hard she had to brace herself against the side of the stall.

Although she took a cold shower when she got to the gym early that evening, Mera still felt overheated when she began her regular aerobics class. After that, her last stop was her night job, and this was her final lesson. The middle-aged family she was training at home was made up of some of the laziest, most out of shape people she’d ever met. They’d completely let themselves go on the long space flight to Trilanta. Thanks to a myriad of health issues, there were limits to what she could do for them, but she was proud to say they no longer looked like bloated cadavers. That gave her an extra boost when she finally finished up and collected her last paycheck.

Since her thoughts were still filled with Trett, Mera picked up some takeout Ibration cuisine, which she was swiftly growing addicted to. Like his kisses, the food discharged an extra zing in every bite.

Tightly packed apartments and stores gave way to houses with yards as she headed toward the suburb Trett called home. Everything looked milky in the moonlight, but she knew the lawns revealed a lot about their owners. People who’d been raised on orbiting space stations tended to put down Astroturf, while others adapted the traditions of their home world. Brachoi houses had warmly colored trees and bushes that were pruned to within an inch of their life, while Duosien yards were filled with aromatic flowers and herbs.

Trett grew large yellow shade trees and juicy, phallic-shaped plants that whistled and moaned in the wind. Walking up to his house, Mera eyed the suggestive vegetation with amusement. Before she could hit the chime on his door, he opened up and invited her in.

“Do I smell tossed noodles and tang sauce?” He gazed hopefully at the takeout boxes in her hand while she set aside her overnight bag.

She laughed. No matter what their race, men were the same all across the universe: if they weren’t thinking with their dick, they were thinking with their stomach.

“What would you say if it is?” she teased him.

He cupped her hips and ignored the boxes long enough to give her a toe-curling kiss. “I’d say you’re a goddess and I worship you.”

“Then bow down.” She was delighted to have found the way to his heart. “But first get us some chalices and sacrificial plates so we can eat these blessed noodles.”

He chuckled and darted like a happy child back to his kitchen.

Mera already knew Trett wasn’t a candlelit dinner and flowers kind of guy, but she liked his way of doing things better. He was always full of surprises. Rather than seat them in the dining room, he spread a blanket and some pillows on the floor of his backyard balcony and lined up several choices of wine. He got the plates and silverware ready, and the stars and moons overhead were all the mood lighting they needed.

“Mmm.” She hummed contentedly as she took her seat. “I like this.”

“Me too.” He stretched out close to her side.

After opening the heat seal on the boxes, she dished out scrumptious piles of tossed noodles while he poured them each a glass of pale green wine. They took turns talking and drinking and feeding each other bites from their plates. It was everything she could want in a dinner for two—relaxed and romantic without being over-choreographed. When Mera couldn’t swallow another bite, she collapsed back against the nearest pillow and gazed at the constellations and blinking satellites above.

After a moment, Trett’s warm palm slid across her belly and down to clasp her hip. He leaned over her enough to eclipse the stars and set his lips to hers. First came his gentle nibble, followed by the light caress of his tongue until they were tangled up and drowning in each other. When he started to tug her waistband down, she sighed into his mouth. He had to break the kiss to get her shoes off and pull her pants the rest of the way off, but he returned as he stripped away her shirt and bra.

“Time for dessert.” He spoke against her lips, and she could feel his smile.

Leaning over her breasts, he stared at them like they were the greatest delicacy he’d ever been served. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue like a kid with a frozen treat. He laved tight circles around her nipple until it was tight and wet and then blew on it, which made her giggle and groan. When he bent to lick her in earnest, she reached up to play with his sensitive ears. Even in the moonlight, she could see the fine tips blush under her ministrations until she was sure they were as rosy as her nipples.

Mera massaged his scalp as he switched to her other breast and suckled hungrily. Holding him to her, she teased the hairs at his nape. Little bolts of pleasure kept shooting from the spots where his mouth made contact all the way down to the excited folds between her legs. As if that tingly sensation left a visible trail, he began to kiss his way down to where she ached.

He moved lower and lower until she was holding his head between her thighs. She heard him draw in a long, audible breath through his nose, and then he smiled, clearly pleased with her scent. Without a word, he wedged his shoulders between her legs. Thumbing her labia open, he dove in tongue-first. She nearly shot off the floor.

Trett didn’t bother with all that external licking and sucking other men had tried on her. Instead, he tensed his tongue and speared right in. She mewled as she felt his taste buds rasp across several of the papillae just inside her opening. Mera imagined this was what other females experienced when their partners laved their external clit. Squeezing her legs until she was sure he couldn’t breathe, she grabbed his head and pushed him more fully against her. He had to pin her down so he could come up for air and keep her still enough for his attentions.