Promenade a Deux (2 page)

I couldn't help it. I giggled. The idea of discussing the mechanics of gay sex with a scorpion was insanely funny. El-Ashir smiled at me and kissed me softly on the mouth. I almost suggested my office since it was closest, but opted for my room when I thought about the lack of lube in my office and the possibility of being interrupted by one of my assistants, which would be highly embarrassing. Not to mention I didn't want a quick fuck bent over my desk for my first time, no matter how hot that mental image was.

"My room would be best," I said a little breathlessly.

"As you wish."

I waited for El-Ashir to let go of my wrists and gave a very unmanly squawk when he simply started to back us out of the lab, his upper hands still firmly circling my wrists. I tugged and he flashed me a lustful grin that had me stumbling after him until we reached the door where I leaned back and refused to budge.

"I'm not going to have you lead me down the hall in a
promenade a deux
. If any of my assistants see that, they'll know exactly what we're up to and I'd rather not have that make the rounds of the rumor mill."

El-Ashir's smile faded. "You do not want people to know we are going to mate? What is the harm? Unless you do not want people to know you mated with me."

"I don't like people knowing my intimate business. It makes me uncomfortable. I don't want my bedroom activities talked about around the water cooler regardless of who I'm with."

"Ah. I bow to your wishes then,
premik
." El-Ashir raised my hands to his lips and pressed soft kisses to my fingers before releasing my wrists.

My cheeks heated again at the gesture and I brushed my newly freed hands down my lab coat, smoothing the fabric and trying to give myself a moment to compose myself. I wasn't sure what El-Ashir called me, my Bengali consisting of words for
please
,
thank you
and
I don't speak Bengali
, but it sounded like an endearment and that made warmth settle in my belly. He watched me with some amusement but said nothing. He gestured with both sets of arms for me to precede him and allowed me to pass and lead him to my room.

Thankfully, the trip to my room happened without us passing any people, a minor miracle considering the halls were usually busy. I knew I was flushed from arousal and anticipation and the last thing I wanted or needed was a well meaning colleague asking me what was wrong or if they could be of any assistance. I fumbled my key card and almost dropped it before managing to swipe it through the lock. I stepped into the room, glad for once that I had a bit of a neatness fetish. El-Ashir followed me and closed the door behind him, the auto lock engaging with an audible click.

"You have a room to yourself? Wonderful. This means we will not be interrupted."

He advanced on me and I had a sudden attack of nerves at what I was about to do. Yes, I wanted El-Ashir with near painful intensity. Yes, he was the star in every single one of my fantasies on a nightly basis. But I'd never gone the whole way with anyone and I knew for a fact that El-Ashir had sexual experience with male and female Gen-Mods. What if I didn't measure up? What if I was a boring fuck? What if he never stopped by to talk to me again because of how crappy I was in bed?

El-Ashir stopped in front of me and frowned. His upper hands manacled my wrists again while his lower hands cupped my face and he pulled my head down so he could press his forehead to mine. He exhaled softly and, after half a minute of him doing nothing more than touching me and breathing deeply, calm seeped into me. After what I think was several minutes, he pulled slightly back and smiled at me.

"Better? I am not sure why you were becoming so agitated. Will you tell me what bothered you? There is only the two of us here, we passed no one in the halls, and I am fairly certain that we want to mate with each other."

That was the first time I'd experienced the emotional buffering the Gen-Mods were capable of doing as a side effect of their somewhat erratic empathic talents. I was supremely grateful for the smoothing of my anxieties, as I could've probably worked myself up to a mini freak-out and lost my chance at sharing El-Ashir's bed.

"I... uh... I've never had sex with someone. I mean, I've done some mutual masturbation a couple of times and there was the frottage one time in university with a teaching assistant and a blow job in a bathroom at a Christmas party a few years ago, but generally it's just me, a jar of lube and my hand. I'm worried I'll be... lacking," I said with a blush.

El-Ashir stroked his thumb across my bottom lip. "I am even more honored you have found me worthy of your first experience. I have watched you for a long time and did not think you would welcome my advances. I am quite different, even for a Gen-Mod, and my appearance is off-putting to most humans. That does not seem to be the case with you, though. I should have spoken to Abigail much sooner," he said with a smile.

His hands left my face and moved to the buttons of my lab coat. He had them undone quickly and pushed my coat down my shoulders where it bunched at my wrists because he still held them with his upper arms. He released my wrists only long enough for the lab coat to slither off before catching them again. He pursed his lips when he saw that I wore a dress shirt and sweater vest under my lab coat.

"You wear far too many clothes, Tram. We will be here all day if I must undress you piece by piece. I suppose you are wearing underwear as well?"

"Of course I'm wearing underwear," I said in a scandalized tone. "And Tram? My name is Bertram."

El-Ashir laughed softly and kissed me quickly. "I am not. I am sure you will see the benefits of that shortly. Everyone calls you Doctor Bertram. I wish to call you something that is just between the two of us. If you mind, I will stop."

I blushed at the idea that El-Ashir wasn't wearing underwear and what that did to the state of my cock. He chuckled and his lower hands moved to the fly of his pants, my eyes drawn by the motion. I watched with a dry mouth as he undid his fatigues and did a hip shake that had them starting a slow slide down his legs, proving that he was indeed going commando.

"If I let your hands go, will you undress yourself? Or will I need to strip you once I shed my clothes?"

A little shiver of pleasure worked down my spine at his words. I was finding that I liked the hold El-Ashir had on me and the slightly dominating attitude he showed since he had discovered I'd very much love to share his bed. I even liked that he'd decided to call me Tram as a special thing between us. I'd never had a nickname that wasn't some kind of put-down.

"I'll undress myself," I said, El-Ashir's earlier buffering keeping nerves from attacking me again.

El-Ashir let go of my wrists and swiftly bent to undo the laces of his boots. I watched him as he toed his boots off and then shucked his pants, admiring the way his tail swayed from side to side as he shifted his weight. He straightened and gave me a pointed look, but I couldn't seem to drag my eyes away from him. I'd never seen El-Ashir nude and I was fascinated by what I saw.

He was nicely muscled all over and that wonderful cinnamon color to his skin was uniform. I wanted to touch him and explore him with my fingers and lips. My eyes were drawn to his groin and I noted several things. He had a very nice looking cock and a thrill shot through my system at the knowledge that I'd soon be enjoying it very intimately. He had no hair around his cock and it looked like he didn't have balls either. My mouth was in motion before my brain could veto what I said.

"How can you have an erection when you don't have testicles?" I snapped my mouth shut the second the words left me, my cheeks burning at having asked such a tactless question right when I was about to have my fantasy of El-Ashir in my bed come true.

"I do. They are internal and they work absolutely fine for mating, if not for breeding," El-Ashir said with a laugh and not even a hint of embarrassment. "Am I to be the only one who is naked here? I know you are enjoying seeing my body. I would like to see yours. Undress for me, Tram."

Warmth settled in my belly at El-Ashir's words and the command he issued. I breathed a small sigh of relief. I hadn't offended him and screwed up my chance to be with him. I removed my glasses and placed them on the night stand beside my bed. I pulled the vest over my head, folded it and placed it on the seat of a chair. My shoes and socks were removed next and my dress shirt followed; I drapped it over the back of the chair. I hesitated briefly at the fly of my pants and undid them when El-Ashir made an impatient noise in his throat. I took off my pants and folded those neatly as well and laid them on top of my sweater. A sudden bout of shyness had me pausing once again at removing the final barrier to my being completely naked in front of El-Ashir.

"The underwear, too, Tram. I wish to see all of you."

Color rose in my cheeks and I got a thrill at the commanding tone in El-Ashir's voice. I pushed my underwear down and off, bending to retrieve them and place them on top of my folded pants. I'd barely had time to turn around before El-Ashir stepped close to me and trapped my wrists once again with his upper hands. He smiled and the appreciation in his eyes had blood rushing to my cock in excitement. I hadn't thought I could get any harder, but apparently I was wrong. He steered me to the bed until I felt the mattress bump the back of my legs. His lower hands caressed my ribs and he gently pushed and pulled with both sets of arms until I had no choice but to fall to my back on the bed.

"So very lovely. To think that this was hiding under your unflattering clothes. If I had known, I do not think I could have held myself in check all this time. We will need to make up for lost time," he said with a smile.

"Lovely? There's nothing remotely lovely about me, El-Ashir. I'm as exciting as dishwater," I said in a breathless voice as El-Ashir's body pressed against mine. Good god, but he felt wonderful.

"Who told you that lie? Do you think if you were as exciting as dishwater that I would be this ready to mate with you? You are lovely. Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, is it not? You said yourself that you find me beautiful. That is not an opinion shared by the majority of humans here and even a good number of the other Gen-Mods do not find me so. Knowing you find me attractive and want to mate excites me."

As if to prove his point, El-Ashir leaned over me and kissed me, his hard cock pressing against my thigh. The kiss was lewd and wet and hot. It aroused and thrilled me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet. His lower arms touched me lightly, barely there caresses over my hips, belly, and chest that soon had me trying to twist into them. When his fingers plucked my nipples, my back arched and I moaned into his mouth. His upper hands kept my wrists firmly pinned to the bed by my hips and that seemed to heighten my pleasure, something I never would've guessed at. He broke the kiss to nibble and lick at my throat before moving further down my body.

El-Ashir's lower hands continued to toy with my body while his upper hands kept me from squirming away. Sometimes his fingers pinched my nipples and sometimes they teased around my groin, coming close but never quite touching my cock or balls. I twisted against the firm hold he had on me, my breath coming in sharp pants of excitement. A hoarse shout was forced from my throat when he tongued the head of my cock and I came without warning.

My cock spurted hard, shooting my seed across my belly. I moaned and my hands fisted in the sheet as pleasure crashed through me. I squeezed my eyes closed and rode the waves of delight, my hips rolling up several times. As the aftershocks trickled away, my body relaxed and a shuddery noise of satisfaction escaped me. My brain caught up with the contented way my body felt and I was suddenly, terribly self-conscious at how I'd reacted from just a little nipple play and one touch to my cock.

I tugged hard against his hands, wanting to go crawl into a hole and die from embarrassment at what had just happened. He'd only licked my cock once, yet I'd gone off like a rocket. El-Ashir made some kind of noise in his throat that sounded like approval and his tongue licked a long line up my belly where I'd shot my seed. I bit my lip and chanced a look down at him. Because I'd taken my glasses off, he was a blurry humanoid shape, but I could still see that his tail was flicking back and forth as if he was warring with himself over striking me. My eyes widened at that. Scorpions only did that if they were highly aroused and wanted to subdue or dominate their mate. One sting from El-Ashir, no matter how low the dose, would kill me and I was sure he knew that. Over-riding primal instinct had to be very hard for him, but he was doing it and I was a little awed at his self-control in the face of the lack of mine.

"Is all human seed white and tastes like yours?"

My cheeks heated at the frank question. "Um... as far as I know everybody's is white. Yours isn't? And I think everybody has a similar taste changed slightly by diet. You want to sting me, don't you?"

"Mine is pale green. Apparently the bio-scientists were having a little fun with us first batches. Xai-shen's is gold. Gunter's is silver. Maleko's is blue. And you taste good. A little sweet and salty. I like your flavor and will taste it again," El-Ashir said with anticipation in his voice. "Yes, I would like to strike you. I will not, as that will kill you, but the desire to dope you is very strong because I do not want to chance you resisting me."

A laugh escaped me. There was no way in hell that I was going to resist El-Ashir when I was exactly where I wanted to be. Oddly enough, in all my fantasies of him, he'd always been the one doing the penetrating and I was almost giddy that it looked like reality was going to be what I fantasized happening.

"I don't plan on going anywhere, El-Ashir. I just... I'm terribly embarrassed that I came without any warning like that."

"It is a compliment to how much I arouse you and one I deeply appreciate. I wanted to be inside you when you found release, but it is probably better that you spilled first. You will be more relaxed and it will not hurt as much for your first time. I want you to enjoy mating so that you wish to do it again. More specifically, do this again with me. And nothing says that you cannot have another orgasm in a little while if I arouse you again."