by Tammy Walsh
He crossed the space between us in an instant and pressed his mouth against mine. I breathed him in, tasting him. I pulled his wet shirt off over his head and let it fall to the floor.
His lips were cold, his skin clammy. He pressed himself against me, his rock-hard cock poking me in my abdomen.
I saw it bulge inside his underwear. My eyes grew wide at how big he was.
Without the restriction of his pants, he was a big boy.
A very big boy.
I reached up behind me and released my bra. It felt to the floor. He was there in an instant, his lips wrapped around my pert nipple, flicking it with his tongue. He massaged my other breast with his free hand.
I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him in close, daring him to take the whole breast in his mouth.
Vibrations of pleasure streamed across the surface of my body. He kissed his way up to the nape of my neck, savoring my collarbone, and nibbled at the base of my neck. I turned my head to one side, encouraging him, wanting him to explore more.
He did. He couldn’t resist licking the other side of my neck, as if it was some great undiscovered treasure he’d never come across before.
One of his hands made trails up and down my back. The other reached down to squeeze my ass.
He kissed his way up to my chin, nibbling at it, and making me shudder. He kissed me again, and this time, it was no holds barred.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to see him. I slid down and pulled his underwear off. I came face-to-face with it.
My challenge.
I put him in my mouth and tasted his sweetness.
Wait. Sweetness?
He really did taste sweet, not salty as I’d expected.
It was like licking a giant lollipop.
He filled me all the way to the back of my throat. I couldn’t swallow even half his length.
I hoped I was up to the challenge.
I licked his entire length and slapped his bulbous head against my tongue. I made an “Mm” sound. I cupped his big balls and felt him grow tighter.
Boy, this was going to be a real challenge.
He groaned and threw back his head. Then he bent down and scooped his hands up under my ass and carried me over to the pilot’s console desk.
He placed me on it and pulled my panties down. I opened my legs for him. He dropped to his knees and buttered me up with his tongue.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned. I leaned back on the console. Being my usual clumsy self, I accidentally pressed the buttons. The lights flashed and the craft began to spin in a circle.
I moved to leap to my feet. He pressed a hand to my shoulder, keeping me in place.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “Computer. Ensure we don’t crash.”
Computer bleeped in confirmation.
He dropped back down to his knees and got back to work.
I ran my fingers through his hair as he worked on me. My head and shoulder blades accidentally tapped the buttons. The lights flashing and wipers zipped across the windshield. Holograms flashed up onscreen but Dyrel didn’t seem too concerned.
So neither should I.
I focused on what he was doing to me.
He pried back my hood and licked me up and down. I felt the explosion simmer my system. He worked me slowly at first and built up the pace. I could feel myself rising to meet the first orgasm. Then he placed his lips on me and sucked gently, slurping up my juices.
It was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.
I groaned with joy as the first orgasm washed over me.
Unable to wait any longer, my juices smothering his lips, he placed himself at my slit and rubbed his head against my opening.
“Aren’t you going to wear protection?” I said.
“I take a pill every morning,” he said. “Lay back.”
Titans. Gotta love their technology.
I reached down and took him in hand. I eased him inside me inch by inch. I groaned in painful ecstasy as filled me completely.
I was amazed I could take him.
I wrapped my legs around his hips as he pulsed inside me.
“Fuck!” I said.
“What?”
“You’re huge!”
“I can be gentle.”
“No. Give it to me. Give me everything you’ve got.”
He snapped his hips forward and thrust deep inside me, giving me exactly what I wanted.
Every. Last. Inch.
I rode the boundary between ecstasy and pain, the ecstasy overriding the pain by several orders of magnitude, as he pumped me hard, really going to town, and taking out the past week’s frustrations on me.
I threw my head back, sweat already drenching my skin. My pussy tightened, clenching around his girth. I grew so slick, my pussy made a sucking noise every time he drew out of me.
His hands pinned me down, holding me right where he wanted me, as he drove mercilessly into me over and over again, controlling me like no other.
I rode one wave after another, each one bigger and more powerful than the last.
He groaned and grunted, panting with exertion, a film of sweat covering his chest and bulging muscles.
But he hadn’t finished yet.
I was determined to take him over the approaching edge myself.
I pressed a hand to his chest and eased him back. His breath rasped in his throat.
I took him by the hand and led him to the sofa where I slept earlier. I placed him on the blankets and climbed on top, my breasts in his face.
I slipped him inside me and bounced on him. Now it was my turn to be relentless.
I didn’t slow the way he did. I didn’t pace myself.
I gave him everything.
And he took it all.
He pinched my nipples as I slammed him over and over again.
I screamed as I carved out another orgasm for myself.
But that wasn’t the goal.
It was to give him the release he deserved.
He put his hands on my hips and thrust me harder, deeper on him. We developed an unflinching rhythm.
Finally, I felt him tighten. His hips drew together and he brought me down harder. I took him over the edge. He came hard and powerfully inside me, filling me up.
I pressed my lips to his.
A few final thrusts, and he was done.
We panted for breath, each of us recovering.
The way he looked at me was full of longing, the heat, for the moment, dissipating.
But it would be back.
And there was one thing that neither of us could deny.
There was nothing fake about this relationship.
Dyrel
The shuttlecraft flew on autopilot the whole way home. Neither of us had to be behind the wheel. We were in no rush, so there was no need to use the illegal chip that allowed me to bypass traffic.
We lay in the back, legs and arms entwined in our lovers’ embrace. We made love the entire way, only pausing when we were too exhausted to move and fell asleep in each other’s arms.
I had no idea she was so energetic, so passionate. That was the biggest difference between her and my previous lovers. In the past, I was usually drunk or firmly on my way toward it. But with Vicky, I was sober, my senses full of her.
We got home in the early hours of the morning. We headed upstairs and immediately fell into my master bed. We slept through until sunlight pried our eyes open.
“I have a question for you,” Vicky said.
“Here comes trouble,” I said.
“Deep underneath this bravado, you’re secretly the son your mom always wanted. Why not let yourself be that guy? You don’t need to party or drink. You’re great the way you are.”
I shook my head with incredulity.
“Who are you back home?” I said. “I mean, really. Are you able to read people’s minds? I’ve never known someone to be so perceptive. Except maybe for my mom.”
“I’m a regular girl from Oklahoma.”
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bsp; “Oklahoma? I thought you were from New York?”
She frowned at me.
“Now who’s the mind reader?” she said.
“I read your report before we first met,” I said. “Most of the sections were blank. But there was one hastily scribbled note that I found very informative.”
“What was that?”
“‘Difficult.’”
Vicky slapped me on the arm.
“Probably written by Shrisa,” she said. “We didn’t exactly get off to a good start.”
“What happened?”
“I kinda got angry.”
“You surprise me.”
“Imagine this. You wake up from a pod and have no idea who you are or what you’re doing there, or what’s going on. And there are two aliens dressed in Hazmat suits standing over you. How would you react?”
“Not great.”
I stretched and wiggled my fingers and toes.
Vicky slid her fingers between mine.
“Have I just become a notch on your belt?” she said.
“I have no belt,” I said.
“You know what I mean.”
I reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear.
“No,” I said. “You’re nothing like the other girls.”
Vicky chuckled.
“What?” I said.
“Any of the other girls?” she said. “That makes it sound like there were a lot of other girls.”
“Well, there weren’t a few. I have money, power, fame. I happen to be a great catch.”
“Are all Titans so humble?”
“Only the stupid ones.”
“Then you must be the dumbest one going.”
“Guilty.”
We shared a smile and I ran a finger over her cheek.
I was telling her the truth about how different she was to the others, even if it was in a ham-fisted way.
How could I make her understand?
“When my mom gave me her ultimatum, I thought it was the worst thing that could have happened to me,” I said. “No more parties. No more easy girls.”
Vicky made a face and coiled away from me.
“Then I came up with this harebrained scheme—courtesy of Zyod—and suddenly I was introduced to one of the smartest, sexiest… and most difficult women I’ve ever met. I was instantly bewitched by you. There were other girls, I won’t lie. But they’re fuzzy and distant. I can’t even remember their faces. How bad is that? The most intimate act you can do with someone, and I can’t remember their faces?”
“Pretty bad. I suppose I’ll become just another face too.”
“No, you won’t,” I said. “That’s what I’m saying. I don’t think I really wanted to remember their faces. They never meant anything to me. That’s why they’ve faded. But you… I’ll remember for the rest of my life. You shine, golden, like the sun, where the others are like a grey mist that only dulls the pain…”
I cut myself off, getting too close to the heart of the matter. I didn’t want to discuss it. Not with her, not with anyone. So it surprised me when she said:
“You really loved your father, didn’t you?”
She stole my breath from me.
“How did you…?” I said, before shaking my head and regaining control.
I rolled up onto my knees to climb from the bed but her hand wrapped around my wrist. It was tight and surprisingly strong. She let the blanket slip and expose her gorgeous body and hanging breasts.
No fair.
Painful memories battled the need to take her again, to look at her, taste her, and enjoy her.
Nothing had ever come close to matching that sensation before. I never thought anything ever would.
“It’s okay,” she said. “It’s me. I’m not going to hurt you. You can talk with me.”
She held my face in her hands. I shut my eyes against the memories of my dead father and his cold body lying on that ceramic slab.
The great man I had always looked up to.
The man I always wanted to be.
Torn from me when I most needed him.
“Everyone loses someone close to them,” I said.
“But they don’t mean the same to everyone,” Vicky said. “Tell me about him. Tell me what kind of man he was.”
I hadn’t spoken about him in years. I never really accepted he was dead, never really accepted he’d been taken from me. That part of me, that hole he left behind, got infected, turned septic, and there was no way I could heal from it.
Never.
Because I could never bring myself to think about it, let alone discuss it with someone.
Not even with myself.
When I opened my eyes, I found Vicky’s nose less than an inch from mine. She kissed my cheeks and lips.
A hunger stole over me like a tidal wave, so strong and powerful I couldn’t hold it back.
I didn’t want to hold it back.
I slipped beneath the blankets and lay on top of her. She put up no struggle, sensing I needed this.
I needed her.
I kissed her on the mouth, the neck, and tasted her nipples that’d already turned to hard buds. I wet my lips and felt the damp hair about her sex and knew she was ready for me.
I slid inside her. The feeling was exquisite, powerful.
She pulled me down to her lips as I buried myself inside. She groaned against my lips. It was dizzying, undeniable, sensuous.
Incredible.
She wrapped her arms around me and widened her legs to encourage me to enter her deeper. Her body felt so soft and warm beneath mine as I entered her one deep dive after another.
She twisted her hips and raised her right leg slightly. She groaned as she made sure I rubbed her just right, hitting all her tender spots. She wet her fingers and rubbed her clit.
She was enjoying herself.
It turned me on even more, knowing she was helping me pleasure her.
Her breasts rolled with each thrust and the bed groaned as if it couldn’t take much more.
Neither could I.
I pressed my lips to hers as I exploded inside her, pumping my seed deep.
I came to relax on top of her.
We panted for a moment.
“That… is the second-best therapy session I’ve ever had…” I said.
“Second best?” Vicky said, pulling back to look at me.
I was grinning like a madman.
She barked a laugh and slapped me on the shoulder.
“I guess I should be grateful I’m not third best,” she said.
I kissed her on the lips.
“You’re the best therapy by a mile,” I said.
“Maybe we should be recording this to show your mom,” Vicky said. “Maybe she’ll buy our performance more than our actual relationship.”
“The footage might be a little more… extreme than she’s used to,” I said.
“I wouldn’t be so sure,” Vicky said. “You’d be surprised what the older generation is into…”
Just the thought of it made me feel sick.
“Don’t,” I said.
“Old people have needs too,” Vicky teased.
I pressed my hands over my ears. I couldn’t listen to this stuff. Vicky laughed and threw back her head. I lowered my hands when I thought the coast was clear.
Vicky kissed me on the tip of my nose and then bounded out of bed.
“I’m going to take a shower,” she said.
She snatched up her dressing gown on the way and sauntered over to the bathroom.
A growl rumbled in the back of my throat, so completely unintentional, but completely justified. That ass deserved to be ridden day and night.
I watched until she slid the door across, blocking her ass from view.
I lay back, staring at the ceiling. I enjoyed exercise and went to the gym virtually every day. I liked pushing myself to the limit. She’d certainly made me do that yesterday.
For such a small thing, she was certainly tough.
Bleep.
It was my communicator.
I was vaguely aware of it bleeping throughout our journey home. I hadn’t wasted a second looking at it when I could have spent the time looking at her.
I scooped it out of my pants pocket and scanned the screen. I had a bunch of missed calls and messages from Zyod.
His face flashed up onscreen. I slid the button aside and accepted the call. Zyod’s holo floating above the communicator.
“Hey man,” Zyod said. “Where have you been?”
“I’ve been pretty busy,” I said. “Preparing.”
Zyod made a fart sound with his lips.
“Preparing my ass!” he said. “You’ve been deep diving! Down into that juicy pussy you purchased the other week.”
I shook my head. It was a wonder Zyod managed to get any girl to date him speaking the way he did. Of course, he never spoke like that with them present.
“What’s the big emergency?” I said. “If anyone saw the number of misses you left on my communicator, they’d think you have the hots for me.”
“Is it that obvious?” Zyod said. “I can’t help it. Jealousy is a major trait of mine.”
“So, what’s up?”
“You remember Ajer?”
“Your girlfriend? How could I forget her?”
“Well, you know how she works in your family’s head office?”
“Sure. I got her the job.”
“It turns out your mom and the board members have been running interviews for your replacement.”
He might have slugged me in the chest.
“Replace me?” I said. “But I don’t even have the job yet!”
“I guess they’re taking pre-emptive action.”
“No. You’re wrong. Mom said she would give me a month to show I’d changed.”
“It looks like she’s changed her mind.”
This didn’t sound right. It couldn’t be right.
“Are you sure about this?” I said. “They couldn’t have been hiring for a different position?”
“Ajer’s in with the gossip crowd. If they were hiring for something else, she would know.”
My heart was in my throat. It was so unlike my mom to do something like this. Her word was her bond.
I pulled my pants on.
“Thanks for letting me know,” I said.
“No sweat,” Zyod said. “Any chance of a brewski later?”
“Maybe later,” I said, distracted.
