Alien Sex 102 (12 page)

Good thing she didn’t feel like yelling. Ignoring the others’ stares, Katra slowly rose to her feet, keeping her back proudly straight as she walked to the front of the room. Her mother had taught her that—how to carry yourself with dignity no matter what hardships you faced. When she was within a foot of him, she stopped and perused him from head to toe. Had she not seen his white knuckles where he gripped the table, she might have thought he was relaxed.

“How do I know you won’t hurt me again?” she asked.

Giving it a moment of thought, he answered fervently. “Because I swear it. I won’t pretend I’m easy to be with, or that we’ll never take a chunk out of each other. Over time, I’ll probably badger, bully, insult, and generally irritate the hell out of you again and again, but I promise I’ll never hurt you like this. From now on, I’ll give you my trust and the courtesy of learning who you really are, not who I think you must be.”

“Most of that sounds like hell,” she grumped. “Maybe I don’t want to be bullied and insulted.”

His smile was slow and sexy, and it melted her resolve like nothing else. “You forget. You can name-call, nag, offend, and annoy me better than anyone else in the galaxy. We’re perfect for each other.”

Reaching out, he cupped her hips, and she slowly stepped into him as he pulled her forward. When he dipped his head toward her ear, his breath tickled her hair and heated her skin.

“And imagine how much fun we’ll have making up,” he murmured.

Still concealing her grin, Katra coyly batted her eyelashes and glanced away. “Did I hear something about you being in love with me? I thought I heard something to that effect.”

He skimmed his other hands up and down her back as he flexed the ones around her waist. “Weren’t you paying attention in class?” Catching her chin, he made her meet his gaze. “I love you, Katra. You drive me crazy.”

Now the corners of her mouth did turn up. “In that case, I suppose I can forgive you. After all, I love you too. Even if you are the most thickheaded, intolerable—”

His kiss silenced her just when she was getting warmed up. Behind them, several people let out an “ah” or a laugh while a few others clapped in encouragement. Apparently they were putting on quite the little drama.

The display turned into a different form of entertainment when she felt Krux pull her shirt loose.

“What are you doing?” she demanded.

He tongued his way down the side of her neck and opened her pants. “Making up.”

Although Katra knew she should hold out and make this more difficult for him, she was in the mood for something nice and easy. She didn’t protest when he pulled her shirt over her head and dropped her pants. In fact, she laughed aloud when he simultaneously removed her bra and slid her panties down her thighs. Taking only a moment to kick off her shoes and untangle everything from her ankles, she wrapped her arms around his neck, smashed her breasts against his chest, and kissed him soundly.

“As you can see,” Xindra narrated, “we will now have a demonstration of Brachoi intercourse.”

Katra giggled into Krux’s open mouth and then moaned when he picked her straight up and onto his lap. Twisting, he laid her on her back beneath him and grasped her knees to push her legs wide. The moment he dropped between them, he began kissing his way down her torso, spending long minutes on her breasts before blowing in her navel and nuzzling her curls.

“I missed you,” he whispered. “The moment I thought I’d lost you, I missed you.”

Her heart turned over. She gasped when he put his mouth to her. Already saturated between her legs, her folds grew flooded by the time he finished sucking her clit and tonguing her portal. Sliding back up her body, he then aligned his cock and pushed the whole massive length into her with one forceful thrust.

“I love you.” He kissed her deeply when she said it back.

Katra squirmed in pleasure as he ran his hands down the sides of her legs. Then he grabbed her feet and set her heels on either side of his neck. Pushing up to a full kneeling position, he held onto her ankles and lifted until her butt was completely off the table. He had her at his mercy. Again.

“Control freak.”

His smile was smug and oh so sexy. “You love it when I get freaky.”

And then he was thrusting, battering her trigger spots like his cock had radar for them. She cried out in ecstasy. With the way he held her, he had the perfect angle, and he used it to pound her again and again. His fingerling projection poked and teased her clit with every stroke, ratcheting up her impending orgasm at lightning speed.

When his second pair of hands started rubbing up and down the insides of her thighs, Katra couldn’t take it. Hollering his name, she seized beneath him, feeling her inner muscles contract around his invading shaft again and again.

One of the students made a small sound of surprise, and she pried her eyelids open. There was Krux, a fiery red inferno towering over her, still holding her legs along the front of his body. Above him, the big screen was filled with a full-body projection from the medical scanner. As she watched, she could see the oscillating “O” of her vagina around his thick penetration. Dear gods, she could actually see herself coming.

That startled another groan out of her just as the last pulses faded and he began to pump her again. His pelvis spanked the backs of her thighs with every thrust, and he continued to build up speed like a well-oiled piston.

Krux grunted. “When we get home, I’m going to do this with you until dawn. You won’t be able to walk tomorrow. You’ll limp into work like a well-used woman. All your employees will wonder who’s screwing the boss.”

Mewling in pleasure, Katra had to draw several deep breaths before she could speak. “You’ll pay for that, you brute. The memories will keep you so hard and red you’ll have to hide behind your desk all day.”

Although strained, his smile held as much anticipation as promise. He continued to ream her. Already building to another spectacular release, her whole sheath clenched and fidgeted around him. The sight of his twisted face and gritted teeth was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Shortening his strokes, he released a low, long moan just as his eyes glazed over and his girth swelled that last impossible bit between her legs.

On the next punch forward, Krux rang her like a gong, sending deep, rhythmic pulses bouncing around her womb and clear down to her toes. His release felt like a tsunami as he came and came, spurting every last drop inside her until she was sure he was coming up empty. The way he had her tilted, his cum had to be pooling in the farthest recesses of her core.

When her mind finally returned from the heavens, she glanced up at him through her lashes. His arms shook as he gently set her feet down and pulled out. Slumping forward over her body, he hugged her close. His weight was massive, but the feel of him on top of her was right.

Although he didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, eventually he lifted his head to look down at her.

Raising one hand, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Not bad, Brachoi. Want to take a bow?”

His eyes glimmered and wrinkled at the corners when he smiled. Turning his head, he faced their audience, who were looking at them with a variety of expressions.

“That, ladies and gentlemen,” Krux announced triumphantly, “is how it’s done.”

In response, laughter broke out from their classmates—a very happy note to end on. If they were feeling even a fraction of the joy she was experiencing right now, Katra knew there was nothing to do but let it out.

Giving his shoulder a good shove to move him, she sat up and felt a mischievous tingle dance over her skin. She chuckled. Thanks to that little declaration, she’d just come up with a new name to call him.

Still holding his gaze, she shook her head at him in mock exasperation. “You’re such a diva.”

Oh, she’d pay for that. And Katra knew she’d enjoy every minute of it.

PART TWO

Whitt And Spri

Chapter Eight

Sure he’s quick, but…

Seeing the way Krux and Katra’Ruma were looking at each other, Whitt could tell those two wouldn’t be joining their after-class group tonight. Truth be told, he hadn’t decided whether he was going himself. This class felt too much like a to-be-continued from the disaster last week.

Whitt was off his game and half out of his mind, and it was all because of an ethereal beauty with platinum hair and diamond eyes. Gods, Spri had him tied in knots. They’d been dating for nearly seven weeks now, and he still couldn’t tell exactly where he stood with her. The others didn’t even know they were dating, and most of the time she treated him like he was just a good buddy. When he walked her home at night, though, she kissed him at the door, and he sure didn’t feel like just a friend then.

That woman could kiss! Her lips were soft shell-pink, and her teeth were white and straight. She certainly wasn’t shy about using her tongue, and she made out the way other people painted or composed a song—with passion, dedication, and an aim to please. Never had he come so close to blowing his top from such a simple caress. He desperately wanted more. Which was the problem.

Spri didn’t do casual sex. That was something she’d made very clear the first time he’d asked her out, and she’d never wavered. She claimed it was a Litting thing, which made it hard to relate to since his race, Allurians, were far less prudish. Intellectually, Whitt could respect Spri’s choice, and he didn’t want to be the insensitive jerk who pushed for more. Physically, he figured principles be damned because they’d be great together.

Anyway, define casual. They’d been seeing each other for almost two months straight now, getting together at least three or four times a week. Didn’t that count as serious? Or was she talking wedding plans kind of serious? Considering he was only in his mid-twenties, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

Besides, he was pretty sure he’d screwed up, and he somehow doubted she’d be receptive even if he did do the whole commitment thing. Last week, he’d been feeling confused and, damn it, horny, and he’d thought maybe he’d make her jealous and disrupt that calm exterior of hers. So, he’d slept with Katra’Ruma—only in an educational and jealousy-inspiring capacity—and everything had gone wrong. He’d been so jazzed after so many weeks of celibacy that he’d shot his wad without making a decent showing. To add insult to injury, it was the lamest orgasm he’d ever had. No offense to Katra’Ruma—she was a hot older woman and had everything going—but the entire time, he’d kept wishing that he’d been inside Spri instead.

After that sexual failure, Whitt had gone out to some little dumpling restaurant to meet everyone after class. That’s when he’d discovered his Litting girlfriend wasn’t jealous. She pitied him!

“That’s part of why I don’t believe in casual sex,” she’d announced. “Too many bad matches, too easy to be disappointed. Anything that intimate should be treated as at least a personal commitment if not a sacred bond.”

Somehow that had made him feel like he was cheap and a failure, two states of being he had very little experience with. Too humiliated to stay and play nice, he’d excused himself and gone home.

And now it was all right there in his face again. Whitt hadn’t failed to satisfy his partner because Duosien females were impossible to please. No, he just hadn’t had Krux’s control and expertise. That seriously stung. At a decade and a half younger than the Brachoi, he should have been able to outlast and outperform the older male no matter who else was on his mind. He was in the prime of his life, for gods’ sakes.

Now Spri would have yet another reason to turn him away at the door. She probably thought he didn’t know his way around his own body, let alone a woman’s. He’d have to pull out all his charm to convince her to give him a chance.

And she’d better give him a chance soon. Last week was poor relief for the state she had him running around in. Whitt’s cock stood at an angle of continuous semi-arousal that made him feel like he was in a three-legged race. If Spri didn’t let him into her bedroom soon, he’d wind up with a water bill through the roof, carpal tunnel, or balls as blue as his navy hair. The male body wasn’t meant to stay in this kind of suspended animation.

Spri called for him on her way toward the door. “Whitt, you coming?”

In just three strokes if she let him have her. Wait, no, that was exactly what he wasn’t going to do. If…no,
when
he got her in his bed, he’d go all night if he had to, but he’d hear her cry of pleasure before he was done.

“Whitt? We’re hitting the raw bar two blocks around the corner. Are you joining us?” Her smile made his chest feel tight. “I think Krux and Katra’Ruma are heading straight home.”

Trying to play it cool, Whitt returned a casual shrug. “Sure. Let’s go.”

They left with Benni and Varion in tow. It didn’t look like Glynn was joining them, and Pixie and Zeo always wandered off to do their own thing. Taking a chance, Whitt slipped his arm around Spri as they stepped outside and headed down the street in search of food. To his pleasant surprise, she put her arm behind him and tucked her hand in his back pocket. Forget semi-arousal. With her hand on his butt, his cock was pointing the way.

“That was so beautiful tonight.” Spri released a dreamy sigh. “The way Katra’Ruma and Krux were always snapping at each other, I didn’t expect to see them so in love. Now I think maybe they’re too passionate to do things the easy way.”

“Mmm.” Their classmates weren’t the only ones doing things the—eh-hem—hard way.

“He said such lovely things to her too,” she continued. “It must have taken a lot of courage for Krux to bare himself like that.”

“Yeah, not every man has an extra mini penis,” Varion joked.

Benni elbowed him, but her voice was tight with restrained laughter. “She means baring his soul.”

Varion didn’t look the least bit contrite. Shifting his features, he paled his skin until it was nearly translucent and blackened his hair.

Whitt wasn't surprised. He’d noticed the Multan liked to change his appearance a lot around the ladies. Show-off.