Alien Sex 102 (7 page)

Taking his time, he impaled her in tiny increments until he was fully seated. That final push also reminded her that he had more to offer a woman. His extra feature—that naughty little projection she was starting to love—was searching for a home. It found one against her rear opening, settling firmly against that forbidden portal without actually sticking its head in.

Before she had time to react, he drew his hips back and struck forward again with a deep, dragging in-stroke. Holding her hip and thigh and clutching one breast, he snaked his remaining hand beneath her to tease her clit. It was in his nature to control her in bed, but she noticed something else. There was also a sense of reverence in his touch. As he began to ride her from behind, slowly, lovingly, he murmured the most beautiful things to her in between kisses on her cheek and shoulder.

“You’re stunning, Katra. What man wouldn’t want to worship your body with his? Since the first day I saw you, I’ve dreamed of this. The way you take my cock inside makes me want to explode.”

She knew the feeling. The stimulation against her clit was enough to have her panting, but the teasing from behind kicked things up a notch. At first, the tickling pressure against her anus was nothing but a nuisance. As he continued to raid her, however, the irritation seemed to add to her pleasure. It was as if the cock invading her body took advantage of the distraction and lavished an extra dose of ecstasy on her nerves. And that was before he found her trigger spots from this new position.

“Krux!” She sobbed into the mattress. Clenching her fists in the sheets, she bit her bottom lip as she stretched hard beneath him.

“I’ve got you, darling.” He let go of her breast and slid his arm more fully around her in comfort. “Just let me love you, Katra.”

She moaned and tightened her fists.

Rocking into her, he maintained a leisurely pace. The sheets soughed and hissed with the motion as the air around them heated to an inferno. The salty tang of sweat and sex formed a halo.

Her body seemed to be his to command. Just when he began to grunt with every thrust, Katra felt the head of his penis caress the soft cushion of nerves high inside her body, and she began to come. If her other orgasms had been wild and thrilling, this one was long and powerful and strangely peaceful. She keened her way through it and felt him stiffen behind her. Wet heat filled her as he emptied himself into her sheath, entrusting her body with his essence.

When he was done, he rolled to his side. He kept her trapped in his arms with his softening penis still stuffed inside her.

* * * *

Although Krux had never woken up inside a woman before, he was sure he could get used to it very quickly. His digital alarm quieted in response to his growled command, and he was left with his shaft wrapped in the warm cocoon of his lover’s sex. It wasn’t a bad way to start the morning.

Despite the fact that he needed to get up—the rest of his body, that is—and get ready for work, he was too male to pass up such temptation. Cloaked by the cool darkness of dawn, he remained on his side and began grinding his hips into Katra’s marvelously curved backside. She made a strangled sound as she came fully awake.

“Good morning,” he said.

Then, without preamble, he began to pound her in the same fast rhythm he used to jerk off on mornings when he couldn’t resist. Of course, Katra felt a hell of a lot better than his hand, and the squealing noises she made caused his balls to ache. He filled his palms with the warm weight of her breasts and delighted in the rasp of her tight nipples. Thanks to the liberal coat of dew on her nether lips, his cock created a wet smacking sound every time he speared forward. The noise was underscored by the crinkling of the sheets.

“Ah, yes.” Krux growled when he felt her body grip him in demand.

Impatient for release, he brought her off mere seconds before his climax shot out of his shaft. He barked something unintelligible and spent in deep, penetrating spurts. Her sheath continued to flutter and milk him until the backwash of his semen bathed his cock in scalding heat. At last, they both fell limp.

“Perfect.” He sighed in relief.

To his surprise, Katra giggled and reached back to smack him on the butt. “No more jengal tea for you. You’re growing horns.”

Although Krux had always regarded sex as a great deal of fun, it had never before left him feeling so light and carefree. Chuckling, he kissed her lips soundly before pulling out and exiting the bed. Offering her a hand up, he led her to the shower where he played the gentleman—for the most part—and avoided any further delays. When they got out, they went in search of breakfast.

Unfortunately, the morning meal was one of the few things he hadn’t thought of despite his confidence that Katra would stay the night. Thanks to his bachelor lifestyle and workaholic schedule, most mornings he simply ate and ran with little thought to what he shoveled into his mouth. Much to his chagrin, all he had to offer her was cereal or Brachoi mashed barley.

Rather than pitch a fit, his princess laughed at him. “Barley, huh? Is that how you got to be such a big, strong boy?”

Fixing them both a bowl, he returned to the table with a playful smile. “It has everything a growing body needs. A serving of this will give you boundless energy and vigor.”

“And is your body growing right now?” The saucy minx slid her foot up the inside of his leg.

He stopped her before she could work past his knee. “It will be if you keep that up.”

Although she shot him a challenging grin, she dropped her foot.

Gods, she was incredible. He had a flash image of last night when he’d had her trapped on his countertop, wriggling and screaming as he plowed into her. With a Brachoi woman, he would have had all his hands full pinning her arms, but his two-armed Duosien left him spares to go exploring. Her body was a wonder to explore.

Reaching over, he clasped her hand on top of the table. “Why don’t you come over again tonight? I can try to take off from work a little early. Or better yet, you can just stay here today. I’m sure there’s plenty here to keep you occupied.”

Katra pursed her lips at him, although he saw the wry twinkle in her eye. “Such as sitting on a satin pillow, pining until you return?” Shaking her head, she dismissed that idea. “As much as you may enjoy the look, a cocktail dress isn’t day wear. I need to go home and change, and then I have things to do.”

“You can run your errands this morning and then come back. Maybe I can come home for lunch today.” Allowing the hunger to show in his gaze, he gave her a heated perusal. “The dress is optional.”

Her smile tightened around the edges, and she spoke with finality. “Today is hectic for me. I’m already running late.”

Although irritation sparked, Krux kept his expression purposefully indifferent. He was pretty sure she was just playing coy. She probably didn’t want to seem overeager and lose the upper hand. After the night they’d just spent together, he could afford to be patient.

“Weekend is coming up,” he pointed out with a casual shrug.

Obviously relaxing again, she squeezed his hand in encouragement. Her eyes didn’t just twinkle now. They gleamed.

“You could always come over to my place,” she offered. “I could plan a special dinner for us tomorrow night. It will probably taste even better Saturday morning.”

Appeased, and more than a little curious to see her house, he accepted with a satisfied grin. Her turf or his didn’t matter. Sooner or later, his lovely Duosien would realize that he was the only man who could give her the kind of pleasure she craved. Only then would she truly be his. Gods knew she’d already claimed a piece of him.

With a glance at his other wrist, he caught the time. Standing up, he gathered their dirty dishes, tugged on her hand to pull her closer, and cupped the back of her neck as he dove for her mouth. He indulged himself just long enough to let her know what she’d be missing tonight.

The joke was on him. Since she had both her little hands free, she managed to spear her fingers through his hair and cup his cock through his pants at the same time. She left him with a hard-on to remember her by before she left his house.

* * * *

“You look a little stiff.” Xindra made the comment later that afternoon during their martial arts lesson. “Have you pulled something? Maybe we should have done some more stretches.”

Katra was sure her smile was self-mocking as she shook her head. “I’m fine. I’ve just enjoyed a little too much rigorous activity lately.”

Adjusting Katra’s defensive stance, Xindra studied her. “Rigorous activity,” she repeated dryly. “Are we talking like an athletic marathon or a sexual marathon?”

She choked out a laugh. “The latter. I’m a little sore, that’s all.”

Xindra responded with a look of concern. “Still? I didn’t think the men were that rough with you. Of course, I did have some concerns about you partnering all three of them in one class, but you seemed all right.”

For some strange reason, her instructor’s misunderstanding tickled Katra. In fact, she’d felt giddy all day.

“My fellow models were fine. In fact, they were just my warm up. I’m talking about last night with Krux.” Her body warmed at the memory. “And again this morning.”

Xindra’s eyebrows arched up in surprise. “You and Krux? I got the impression you didn’t get along.” Her gaze narrowed before she let out a chuckle. “You mean all those looks and snide little remarks were foreplay?”

Now it was Katra’s turn to look shocked. Is that what it had been? The man had grated on her last nerve, constantly stirring her temper with his highhanded attitude. Was it possible the tension between them had been sexual all along?

“I’m surprised I didn’t see it sooner.” Xindra forced Katra back with a few well-placed punches and kicks. “Good block, but don’t drop your shoulder so much. Like this.” She demonstrated.

“Got it.” Katra took her position again.

“May I assume you had more success with Krux than your other classmates?” Xindra asked.

This time, Katra managed to hold her ground while warding off the blows. “You may assume so. That man has stamina like you wouldn’t believe, and all those wicked hands of his go everywhere.”

“Give me a number,” Xindra demanded saucily.

“Four.”

The younger woman’s brow scrunched in disappointment. “Out of ten?”

Katra laughed again. “No, that wasn’t a score. I meant the count between dinner last night and breakfast this morning.”

“Oh.” Xindra practically purred. “He’s a keeper.”

That made Katra broaden her smile, but she took the remark far more seriously than her instructor could have realized. Just how long did she want to keep Krux in her life? Although she’d started out thinking of this as nothing more than a fling, something had changed since dinner last night.

“It’s so much better, isn’t it?” Xindra asked.

Katra glanced at her positioning to see what she meant, but the other woman shook her head.

“The lovemaking. It’s so much better when it’s with someone special.”

That was so true. And despite all his maddening qualities, Krux was definitely someone special.

Chapter Five

Spicing Things Up

With a bottle of fine wine in each of his lower hands, Krux arrived at Katra’s house right on time. The travel bag he had slung over his right shoulder held everything else he needed for the weekend. Facing the security lens squarely, he hit the chime button on her entry panel and waited.

When he’d picked her up last time, he’d been surprised to see she lived in one of the newer homes rather than a remodeled Colonial style from Trilanta’s first settlement. Most of the families who’d had money for any length of time seemed to go for the historic look. Instead, Katra’s place had a barreled synth roof with a large, shady overhang, wide windows, and a warm finish of faux stucco. Judging by the overall shape, the house probably had a walled garden in back too.

Her place felt like her. When Krux took into account her independent nature, he realized she’d probably escaped the stuffy formal home of the wealthy senior Wi’Yalus as soon as she was legally an adult. He bet the rest of her tycoon family would never dirty their shoes in a sports bar or some local dumpling restaurant.

“You’re not a robotics salesman, are you?” Katra’s voice reached him over the security comm.

Krux smiled. “Actually, I’m looking to host a wine tasting. You wouldn’t know someone who’d be interested, would you?” He lifted his hands to display his offerings. “I didn’t know which bouquet would go with dinner, so I brought more than one choice.”

The door opened, revealing his lovely Duosien. She was dressed in rich, colorful fabric that hugged her generous bosom and trim waist before cascading from the curve of her hips in a flowing skirt. Since this was his day off, he’d donned jeans and a T-shirt. Taking in his casual attire, she invited him in with a seductive crook of her finger.

“Let’s see.” She made a musing sound after he stepped over the threshold. “Witty repartee, no suit, and a happy smirk. Are you really Krux?”

Before he could evade her, she planted a hand on his backside and squeezed. Shifting one of the wine bottles to his other left hand, he caught her wrist and slid his palm down until he could intertwine their fingers. Unlike her, this still left him with one hand free, which he used to smack her firm behind.

The twinkle in her eyes belied the scolding frown she tried to inflict on him. Within seconds, she was smiling again, and her gaze was diverted. Reaching over to tilt the closest bottle, she got a peek at the expensive label.

“Yes, that’ll do.” Her tone was jaded, but he heard her hum in appreciation.

She took his bag from him and set it aside before leading him to the dining room. To his relief, there were no servants hanging about, although the table was loaded with serving dishes. Either she made do hiring outside staff, or else Katra had given her regular employees the night off. They were all alone. As desired.

“I hope you brought your appetite,” she told him.

Krux held her chair before taking a seat across from her. “For all sorts of things.”