by Allie Ritch
“I’ve upped the ante. If I win, I get to spend the whole weekend making love to you.”
The new terms made her hesitate for a second, but she agreed. She had no intention of losing, anyway. Opening her blouse, she began stripping off her clothes.
Glynn went so still she was sure he stopped breathing. “Are you conceding defeat already?” There was a hopeful note in his voice.
Deina gave that question the glower it deserved. “Of course not. I’m just getting ready. You need to get undressed, too.”
He still didn’t move. “Is this another distraction technique?”
“If it were, it would be a good one.”
Now fully naked, she reached for the strap-on dildo she’d brought and belted it on. Wanting something fun, she’d picked out a phallus in screaming neon pink. It was only average size, but the brilliant color made it look like it was coming toward you. She gave it a waggle and swore she saw glowing pink afterimages.
When she glanced up again, she saw Glynn standing there like he’d been walloped between the eyes. It was the first time she’d seen him gape. His expression was so comical and unexpected she threw her head back and laughed aloud.
The poor man even developed a stutter. “Y-you mean the stakes we’re using are … we’re going to throw rings around … this is the contest you came up with?”
“Yes. Now strip.” Glancing down at his crotch, she was happy to see he’d present a nice target.
Deina knew the moment he got over his shock and made the decision to dive in. He threw back his shoulders, straightened to his full height, and opened his shirt. She watched lustily as his muscular chest was revealed, followed by his brawny shoulders. Then he shoved down his pants and underwear in a single motion. His hard rod shot out, bolstered by his full, flushed sac beneath.
With her sitting on the bed and him in an armchair, they arranged themselves so their cocks stood up at the same angle. Deina let Glynn go first and watched as he examined the rings. Designed for this, they were light, feather-covered circles with just enough weight for throwing without stinging the intended target.
Glynn bounced one up and down in his palm a few times. “Do I get a practice throw?”
“No.”
He appeared suspicious. “Have you already practiced with these?”
“Maybe.” Although she hadn’t played with a man, she might have done a few trial throws at home before she’d come here.
Glynn pinched his lips together in disapproval, but he didn’t protest. Focusing hard on her pink dildo, he tossed the first ring. It was surprisingly close for a first shot and bounced off the side of the crown.
“Not quite,” she teased him.
On his second pitch, he was still finding the range. The ring went long and struck her belly button, which sort of tickled. Finally on his third throw, he hit the mark. The ring fell over her shaft and twirled around it a few times before settling at the base.
Now it was Deina’s turn. She had to beat a one. Wanting his cock to be as hard and long as possible, she taunted him with a little visual stimulation. She circled and plucked her nipples until they stood at attention and then reached down to stroke the dildo like she was masturbating. His gaze latched on to the movement.
Once she was sure she had him where she wanted him, she made her toss. Bull’s-eye! The ring slipped down his shaft like a gloved hand. She heard him hiss as the feathers caressed his sensitive length.
On the second shot, she got—ha, ha—cocky and didn’t line up as carefully as she should have. To her dismay, the ring skimmed over the very tip of his penis before landing behind it. Annoyed with herself, Deina concentrated much harder and nailed it again the third time.
“Two to one—my round.”
“I was just warming up.” Glynn seemed as calm and confident as ever. “Now you’re in trouble.”
He was boasting, or so she thought until he got two out of three. When her first throw missed by a hair, she resigned herself to a tie. She was successful on her second toss and felt just as solid on the third. Instead of falling cleanly over the tip of his cock, though, her final shot caught the very top of his glans, swung around a few times, and bounced off.
“Next round is the tiebreaker.” Glynn sounded smug.
No longer feeling as confident, Deina gripped the bedcovers beneath her while he took his turn. Two rings fell on top of each other in rapid succession, stacked around the root of her hot pink dick. Then came the third: a rim shot that teased her with its looping momentum before bumping down into place. Three out of three.
Never one to give up, she gathered the rings and tried to focus. It didn’t help that Glynn stroked his cock a few times and winked at her. She couldn’t believe it. Did he actually just tease her?
“Yes!” After she let go of the first ring, she watched it drop effortlessly over the target. “Now who’s in trouble?”
The second canted at a weird angle and bounced a bit, but it ultimately landed on its twin. Last one. With a deep breath to steady herself, Deina let it fly. Time seemed to slow as the feathery hoop soared through the air. The momentum was enough to carry it across the distance, and the trajectory looked good. When the inside wall hit the crown of his cock, she was ready to do a victory dance. Then she watched in horror as it ricocheted and dropped off.
“My game.” Not bothering to remove the two rings, Glynn stood up and walked toward her.
Deina was caught between petulance over losing and anticipation over what would come next. Being the runner-up had its perks.
*
Glynn pulled Deina into his arms and had the unique experience of feeling her pert breasts hit his chest at the same time that her artificial erection prodded his thigh. He supposed the latter was something women were used to when they embraced a male lover, something Deina was feeling from him at this very moment. Although he felt strange about it, he reached down to grasp the dildo and was surprised by its lifelike texture.
“Do you like it?” She reciprocated by pulling the fluffy rings off his shaft with deliberate slowness.
The sensation of feathers tickling his dick caused a sensual shiver to cascade down his spine.
Glynn continued his tentative exploration of Deina’s phallus. “This past Sex Ed class, I got to see two males together.”
“Oh?” Having discarded the rings, she continued to stroke his cock with her bare hands. She had the most amazing hands.
“One of the models was an Allurian man, Huv.”
Her hand stilled. “The same Huv I modeled with?”
“Please don’t stop.” The plea burst from him on a groan.
Deina immediately tapped the underside of his glans with one finger and returned to her leisurely pumping. “I didn’t realize Huv was bisexual.”
To his relief, Glynn heard only mild interest in her voice—nothing to indicate she had any sort of attachment to the man.
“He’s not,” Glynn answered. “At least, he says he’s not, but that wasn’t my point.”
He was sure he had a point, although it was hard to think of it with her fingers on him. It took him a moment to realize he was fondling her dildo in time with her ministrations. Being a fairly straitlaced guy, he knew this was easily the kinkiest thing he’d ever done.
With great effort, he continued to talk despite the huskiness of his voice. “The class got to see the Allurian with his Cedecian lover—a Cedecian in both male and female form, respectively. While I watched Huv lube his partner’s cock, I remember wondering what that felt like. I have no sexual interest in men, but I couldn’t help my curiosity. Would it feel like stroking my own, or would it seem foreign and odd?”
She arched one eyebrow. “Well?”
“It’s both,” he admitted. “I’m glad you’ve answered that question for me, but there’s something I’d enjoy much more.”
Unbuckling the straps, Glynn dropped the dildo to the floor with a plunk and delved his fingers into Deina’s slick folds. She rewarded hi
m with a gasp and a wet gush of fresh cream. Claiming her lips, he kissed her soundly and dipped her back onto the edge of the bed, although he didn’t follow her down.
Too impatient for finesse, he lifted her hips and speared into her hot channel in a single stroke. Beneath him, Deina cried out in shocked pleasure and fisted her hands in the bed covers. A rosy blush mottled her otherwise creamy skin from her cheeks to the curly thatch of hair between her legs.
A strange bubbly sensation rippled through Glynn’s chest as he looked at her—one he didn’t recognize until it burst from his throat as a joyful laugh. This wasn’t a reaction he’d ever experienced during sex, but with Deina it seemed to suit. With her, lovemaking was fun. In fact, everything with her was fun.
Right now, though, he was more focused on another F-word. Looking down, he watched his glistening shaft withdraw from her body as he swung his hips back. Then he slammed forward again, and her pussy swallowed his cock whole. Setting up a driving pace, he took her hard, all the while watching that mesmerizing sight.
Hot shivers raced beneath his skin with every thrust, and the bliss built and built in his shaft. Deina thrashed helplessly in his hold and keened. Then she arched her back into a perfect bridge and let out a louder yowl. Her inner muscles clamped down on his shuttling cock like a vise, making it hard for him to go deep until the ripples passed.
His thigh muscles strained, and his skin grew lathered with sweat. He continued to thrust into her like a madman, desperate for release. Please let this be it.
Glynn’s balls lurched up tight—a first for him—and his orgasm mounted to impossible heights. Even his lower back knotted with pent-up pressure. He was almost there. Almost.
“Oh, please. Please.” He chanted the plea from between clenched teeth.
Beneath him, Deina wailed long and low and seized again. Seconds later, coaxed by the energy of her release, his cock bucked. He came in hard, dry spasms that shook his entire body.
Triumphant and defeated by turns, he closed his eyes and hung his head. Although his trembling legs threatened to give out on him, he remained standing by sheer force of will. He’d been so sure he’d spend his seed this time. Getting so close only to fall short again was a form of heaven and hell.
Was he deluding himself? He didn’t think so. Glynn had never felt this kind of sexual intensity with any other woman. She had to be the one. All he had to do was prove it.
Fortunately, he had all weekend to do just that.
* * * *
Deina made love with Glynn after dinner and twice more the following morning. She watched him grunt and strive and strain again and again only to come dry. He seemed to receive a great deal of pleasure and relief from his orgasms, but she knew he wasn’t reaching his full potential.
With each subsequent engagement, she began to share his disappointment, especially since he seemed so close. Could he have a psychological block? Sometimes people worried and concentrated on achieving orgasm so hard they tripped themselves up. Maybe Glynn needed a distraction.
Deciding to try something new that afternoon, she took the top and tried to talk to him while she rode his cock. Sometime during their morning bout of sex, she’d discovered Glynn could be fairly chatty when he wanted to be. Right now, talk was the only thing she could think of to keep his mind off his climax.
“You never did tell me why you signed up for a Sex Ed class to begin with.” Deina kept her tone conversational, although it wasn’t easy with his erection gliding smoothly in and out of her channel, rubbing her from the inside out. “It doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you’d need or would go for.”
It was also what had made her take a second glance at the otherwise straitlaced man. She was glad she had.
Although Glynn tried to match her casual tone, his voice was little more than a rasp between grunts. “Because of my race’s difficulties, I—oh, yes—hoped I’d find a solution to my sexual issues. Yes, right there, Deina. Right there. I wondered if maybe I’d have more luck with an alien woman.”
Deina’s orgasm was building by leaps and bounds, making her womb wind tighter and tighter. Unable to stop, she quickened her ride until her thighs ached with exertion. It was getting harder to speak.
“So you were looking for a dating service, huh?”
“Sort of.” Glynn groaned. “It seems to have worked out that way for the other students.”
“It worked out that way for you, too.” Deina had always thought destiny was a funny thing. “I’m an alien woman, you met me through the class, and you’re definitely getting lucky.”
Beneath her, he thrust his hips until he made her bounce. His whole face was flushed, and his eyes were hooded. “I knew I wanted you from the first moment I saw you. I wanted to rip that Allurian off you and take his place between your thighs. I wanted to—ahhh!”
She watched his muscles bunch as he arched beneath her. At the same time, her own climax exploded, locking her on to his cock with a series of contractions. Deina went temporarily deaf and blind, although some tiny corner of her brain noted there was no spurt of warmth inside her, no extra dampness. Once again, her lover hadn’t been able to spend.
When she regained her senses, she found herself sprawled over his chest. She lifted her head, expecting to see disappointment and frustration written across his face. Instead, he looked peaceful and content.
“You are so beautiful.” He stroked her cheek and gazed at her with such open admiration her heart turned over.
Deina kissed him tenderly. “You’re not too bad yourself. Why do you think I keep trying to snag you as a husband?”
He would make a good husband, too. She was sure of that now. Glynn had proven how much he was willing to bend for her, and she realized she’d underestimated him. He was a complex man with lots to offer.
Tilting his head, he seemed to study her for a long moment. Then he nodded like he’d come to a decision. “Wait here.”
She grumbled a protest when he rolled her off him, but curiosity held her there while he walked into his closet.
After a minute, he strode to her side of the bed and kneeled so they were face-to-face. He held a sparkling ring between them.
“I bought this for you before we ever played our first game or talked about marriage. You see, I was so sure we’d be compatible, I wanted to be prepared.”
Deina’s heart, which had begun to levitate with joy at the sight of the ring, suddenly stuttered. “But we’re not compatible. I haven’t made you spend.”
“No,” he agreed. “I feel like I’m close, so it may still happen. Or I may never spend my seed with you. It doesn’t matter. I realize now it will never matter. You’re the one I want. If tomorrow I meet another woman who’s guaranteed to be my sexual match, I’ll still only want you. Every time we make love, all I can think about is how much I want to do it again.”
Tears made his image waver before her.
Glynn cleared his throat, and when he spoke, he sounded more like the serious, pragmatic guy she’d fallen in love with. “I looked into New Earthling marriage rituals, so I should have this right. I’m down on my knee, I have an engagement ring ready, and I think you know how I feel about you. Will you marry me?”
She could almost hear him going down a checklist. Silly man. Throwing her arms around him, she gave him a sloppy kiss.
“Of course I’ll marry you. That’s the prize I’ve been competing for. You could have made this a lot easier if you’d just lost.” She watched him slip the precious ring on her finger. “Oh, Glynn, I love you, too.”
He may not have spoken the words aloud, but he’d said them loud and clear all the same. Besides, she’d win a declaration from him eventually. Three little words and a sac of sperm—if she had her way, he’d be releasing both to her very soon.
Chapter 12
Full Circle
The next morning, Deina made a quick run home for a change of clothes while Glynn prepared brunch. Since she was dying to tell everyone about her engagemen
t, she took the time to make some calls, although she saved one special call for last. Not knowing whether to expect him or his wife, she waited until Quinn’s face appeared onscreen.
“Deina, hi. How are you?” Although Quinn’s tone was friendly, his voice held a hint of reserve.
Years ago, long before he’d ever met his wife, he’d shared a one-night stand with Deina. It had been an exciting interlude, but it hadn’t meant anything to either of them. She’d later dated one of his friends without it being a problem. Now, though—years after the fact—she could tell he was hesitant about telling his wife. The funny part was Xindra was as shrewd as they came. Deina had taken one look at the woman and recognized instantly that she knew the truth—knew and wasn’t in the least bit threatened by it. Why Quinn was discomfited was a mystery, but he was always nice to her.
“I need a little advice,” she told him. “I was hoping maybe you could help me out.”
Before he could answer, Xindra’s voice sounded in the background. “Honey, who called?” She came into view. “Oh, Deina, it’s you. How are you?”
Deina answered with a happy grin. “I’m doing great. I was just calling to ask for some advice, but I have an announcement to make first.” She held up her left hand.
Xindra clapped her palms together and appeared genuinely pleased. “That’s wonderful. Congratulations.”
Quinn echoed the sentiment. He also appeared far more at ease. “So who’s the lucky guy?”
“I have you to thank for bringing us together. He’s one of your students.”
She watched them think furiously, obviously trying to figure out who it must be.
Xindra guessed first. “Do you mean Glynn?”
Deina nodded.
“That’s great.” Xindra seemed to approve. “I don’t know him well, but he seems like a nice, dependable guy.”
“And he’s a lot of fun once you get to know him.” Deina liked that she was the only one who’d seen that side of him.
“Uh-oh.” Quinn winced. “I think I can guess what the advice is about.”
Xindra caught on at the same time. “Semhyms have a very problematic sexual chemistry.”
