Alien Sex 103

by Allie Ritch

  It was a reminder that she was supposed to be undressing him too. His pillaging mouth had totally screwed up her brain. Now she reached for his fly to fumble it open.

  She wasn’t sure if her fingers turned awkward because she’d never taken anyone else’s pants off or because she was still intimidated by the giant erection she knew was caged in there. Probably both. After several determined tries, she finally managed to unseal the garment and spring him free.

  The realization that he never wore any underwear made her release a fluttery sigh. His cock stood out from his nest of pubic hair, swollen and veined and just as enormous as she remembered. She had to fight not to gawk at it while she pulled off his shoes and yanked his pants down his legs. Finally, she cast the last article of clothing aside, leaving him naked. Completely, gloriously, terrifyingly naked.

  Suddenly unsure of herself, Pixie backed off and waited for him to take the lead.

  He immediately assumed command. “Lie back.”

  With a loud gulp, she reclined on her back so that she faced him with her legs held firmly together. Zeo flicked his gaze down to her clamped knees and shot her another small smile. He grabbed one of the pillows from the headboard and tapped her hip to make her lift up. Uncertain what he had in mind, she slowly raised her pelvis and allowed him to stuff it beneath her. This parted her thighs and canted her sex up to greet him. She felt exposed. Unblinking, Pixie watched her breasts and torso turn blotchy pink when she flushed.

  Her new fiancé—this man she’d just agreed to commit her life to—cocked his head at her, but he wasn’t staring at her face. His gaze on her folds felt like a hot caress, causing an embarrassing amount of moisture to spill out of her opening. The way the shadows crossed his face made him look almost brutal.

  “What are you going to do?” she asked timidly.

  “Kiss you.”

  Relieved, Pixie relaxed a little. Kissing she could do. In fact, she’d gotten quite good at it, if she said so herself.

  But Zeo didn’t go for her mouth like she anticipated. Instead, he pried her knees farther apart with a quick jerk. Diving between her legs, he then threw her calves on top of his shoulders, parted her labia with his thumbs, and set his lips to her.

  Squealing and jolting like she was being electrocuted, Pixie reached down to stop him just as a pre-orgasmic spasm bombarded her sheath. His hair was too short for her to get a good grip, but she doubted she could have pried him off anyway. He was already laving upward to suck on her clit. At his mercy, she submitted with a sob while he held her pinned wide open and wetly throbbing beneath his mouth.

  *

  If his lips hadn’t been preoccupied with his mate’s delicate nubbin, Zeo was sure he’d be grinning like a happy fool. Pixie tasted both sweet and savory on his tongue, and her nectar coated the back of his throat like rich syrup. Although he had to maintain a firm grip on her thighs to keep her from jerking away or crushing his head, the feel of her pinned beneath him—helpless against his superior strength and leverage—was an added aphrodisiac. So was the expression of stunned pleasure he glimpsed on her face when he glanced up at her.

  Her lips were parted, her cheeks were flushed, and her ragged breathing made her bosom rise and fall. With her positioned on her back, her breasts lay almost flat against her chest, but that only made her pebbled nipples look more prominent. It was a sight he was sure would rouse him even in his elderly years.

  Easing his hand beneath his chin, Zeo pressed two fingers to her tight opening and demanded entry. It took a persistent push, and the moment his first knuckles speared past her outer ring, he felt her tense. Using his tongue and lips, he licked and rolled her clit more vigorously.

  A minute later, she was relaxed again. She was starting to get used to this. Submitting to his penetration, she released a long moan and undulated her hips in demand. Happy to oblige her, he increased the pressure until his fingers slipped so deeply he came up against her New Earthling barrier. Although the alien membrane still filled him with unease, now was not the time to worry about it. Stroking just short of it, Zeo pumped her sheath until her fingers dug into his scalp. The feel of the ring he’d given her scraping against the back of his head drove him into a feeding frenzy.

  Seconds later, he heard Pixie cry out. Her intimate muscles locked around his fingers in contractions so powerful he knew they must feel good. Only after the last one fluttered and died did he withdraw. He immediately sucked her cream off his skin, savoring every drop. Giving her inner thigh an affectionate rub that made her shudder, he sat back to examine her.

  Zeo felt a wave of tenderness wash over him as he took in her glossy eyes and the immodest way she still had her legs flopped apart. She wasn’t hiding from him anymore. The warm feeling in his chest was quickly followed by a kick of urgency that made his already rigid cock ratchet up a couple degrees higher. He couldn’t wait to have her sweet, untutored mouth wrapped around his shaft.

  Not wanting her to have too much time to think, he whisked the pillow out from under her hips and pulled her into a sitting position. Completely limp, she moved where he put her without resistance. Zeo acted quickly, rising to his knees in front of her.

  Pressing his thumbs into her cheeks, he unlocked her jaw and slid his aching member into the hot haven of her mouth. A groan of relief burst from deep within him, but he was aware that she was startled. Afraid she might accidentally bite him, he kept his hold on her jaw when she flinched. Although he hadn’t pushed in far, he looked down just as she made a gagging sound. Her eyes were beginning to water.

  “It’s all right,” he murmured.

  Taking a risk, he released her enough to slide one hand down her neck. He stroked her throat with his fingertips in hopes of relaxing her. It was torture to hold still when his body demanded he thrust, but he somehow managed it for her.

  After an eternity, her breathing eased, and she lifted her hands to clasp his thighs. Zeo felt a drop of precum spill out of him.

  “When I let go of you,” he instructed her, “pull your mouth back to the tip and then swallow my cock again as fast and deep as you can. Do not let the head slip from your lips. Understand?”

  Although she gazed at him warily, he both saw and felt her nod of agreement. His brave little mate.

  Very slowly, Zeo pulled his hands away and dropped them at his sides. His urgency grew even as suspense consumed him.

  The first hesitant stroke of her lips over his shaft was the greatest relief he’d ever known.

  *

  It was like trying to swallow an oversized sausage without scraping it with her teeth. That was all Pixie could think about as she carefully pulled back and then pressed her mouth fully around him again. She felt the crown of his cock bump the back of her throat, tickling her gag reflex, but she fought to concentrate on her breathing. The hot trickle of fluid that dribbled out of him didn’t help, but the blissful moan he released did.

  Glancing up, she saw a flushed grimace rumple his features. It should have been an ugly expression. Instead, it made her sex gush in empathy. His breathing sounded harsh, his musky scent grew stronger, and she could feel the play of muscles in his thighs. Suddenly the act wasn’t so hard after all.

  Pixie continued to bob her head and eventually caught a rhythm that gave her time to suck in a little air between strokes. All the while, she gazed up his muscular torso and into his eyes, which never left her face. She saw love and passion shining back at her—hers for the taking.

  “Faster,” he growled.

  Still holding on to his legs, she quickened her pace in time to his panting. Was it her imagination, or was his cock growing saltier? Once again, the idea of thick, hard meat entered her mind.

  He hissed in pleasure. “Yes. I will come very soon.”

  Her rhythm faltered. Pixie wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do. Was he going to pull out, or was she supposed to swallow him? He’d ejaculated so much when she’d finished him by hand. She wasn’t sure she could take that much wit
hout choking.

  “Don’t stop,” he snarled. “I need to finish.”

  He sounded so ferocious, yet she heard the pleading in his voice. Unable to deny him, she resumed and then redoubled her efforts. Moments later, she had a split second of warning when his cock swelled and his hips dug forward. Then he was shouting as hot cum drained down her throat. Pixie thought she’d pull away or be sick, but instead she felt a marvelous sense of pride. His erection shot off so far in back she barely got anything on her tongue. The rapture on his face was her greatest reward.

  After another minute, she released his softening cock. Her jaw was a bit stiff, but she felt refreshed now that she could breathe easily again. She cuddled up against Zeo when he dropped to the bed.

  “You’ve now had a man’s mouth on you and given a blowjob,” he announced huskily.

  Pixie squirmed, but for once she didn’t feel the telltale sting of a blush. For years now, she’d wondered what she was missing, what other women knew and she didn’t. Aside from the last, ultimate act, she didn’t feel left out anymore. Now she had a fiancé to try these things with, and soon a husband.

  “Yes,” Pixie agreed. “Yes, I have.” She knew she sounded smug.

  * * * *

  Despite a peaceful night in Zeo’s arms, Pixie’s newfound confidence faded a bit by the time she called her parents the next day. Her misgivings had nothing to do with Zeo. Quite the contrary, now that she’d committed to him, she felt more wonderful than she ever had in her life. Although he was protective and obviously liked to take care of her, he didn’t coddle her. She liked that he pushed her because she knew he only did it to prove she could handle these things. Things like what he’d done with her last night. He didn’t bully her, but he didn’t allow her nerves to get in the way either.

  No, Pixie had no second thoughts. She just didn’t know how her parents would react to her engagement. They’d always been overprotective, and it had taken a lot of work just to convince them to let her go away to school and live in downtown Trilanta. Half of her couldn’t wait to share the news with them. The other half imagined visions of them panicking and driving into the city to help her “think things through.” It would have been easier if Zeo had stayed to make this call with her, but she knew she’d made the right choice sending him home. It was better if she handled her parents alone, at least for the initial announcement. Besides, she’d see him again at the communal dinner tonight.

  Enough stalling. With a deep breath, Pixie placed the call and waited until her father greeted her onscreen. Despite being retired from code enforcement for years, he still dressed sharply and kept his appearance neat and clean. He smiled as soon as he saw it was her.

  “Hi there, sweetie. Your mother and I were about to call you. We haven’t heard from you in a few days. Everything all right?”

  She was so nervous and excited, she almost felt light-headed. “Everything is fine, Dad. In fact, it’s better than fine. Is Mom there?”

  “Is that Pixie?” Her mother came into view and stood beside Pixie’s father. “Hi, baby. How’s your art going? Those gallery snobs aren’t being mean to you, are they?”

  “No, work is great. Someone even commissioned a new piece.”

  Her mother didn’t seem to register that bit of news. “You’re so tiny. Have you lost weight? Do you need money for food?”

  Pixie choked back a groan of frustration. If anything, she’d put on a few pounds thanks to all the food Zeo kept sneaking into her kitchen. For some reason, though, her mother always worried about her starving.

  “I have plenty to eat, and I’m okay on money. Now there’s something I want to tell you.” Holding up her left hand, Pixie flashed her new ring. “I’m engaged.”

  Silence. If she hadn’t seen them breathing, she might have worried her vid screen had hit a glitch and frozen up.

  “What?” her father choked out at last.

  “I’m getting married, Dad.”

  Maybe she should have eased them into the news more gently. They looked like she’d smacked them in the head.

  Her mother started sputtering at light speed. “You can’t be engaged. You’re too young. You’re not even dating yet. You didn’t tell us you were seeing anyone.”

  “Who?” her father broke in.

  Pixie nibbled her bottom lip. “His name is Zeo.”

  “Zeo what?” Her Dad was in full authoritative mode now.

  “Zeo dil Kedom.”

  She’d pestered Zeo about his full name early on during their walks. He’d explained that all Nimanians took their surname from their ancestral region back on Nimania.

  “Dil Kedom?” Her mother still sounded like she was in a daze. “What kind of name is that?”

  The moment of truth had arrived.

  Consciously raising her chin, Pixie faced them squarely. “It’s a Nimanian name. It’s going to be my last name soon.”

  “I’m going to faint.” With her usual melodrama, her mother moved to the edge of the screen where she promptly slumped into a chair.

  “Nimanians are an aggressive race,” her father pointed out. “You’re not letting this Zeo fella pressure you into this, are you? Because I won’t stand for it.”

  To her relief, Pixie’s voice remained steady, and her cheeks felt room temperature. “No one is pressuring me into anything I don’t want to do. Zeo can be a little bossy sometimes, but he’s always thinking of me and trying to make me happy. He’s quiet and sweet and strong and … I love him, Daddy. I love him, and he loves me, and we’re getting married. I thought you’d be happy for me.”

  When his stern posture visibly eased, she knew her father was at least willing to listen.

  “When are you planning this?” he asked.

  “We haven’t set a wedding date yet.”

  “Thank gods,” her mother muttered in the background.

  Pixie ignored her. “I was so excited about my engagement I couldn’t wait to tell you. Zeo and I haven’t discussed the details yet, but I don’t think we want a long engagement.”

  “You’re pregnant?” Her mother gasped and rushed back into full view.

  “No! I … we haven’t … no. I’m not pregnant.”

  “Thank gods,” her mom repeated.

  Her dad, who’d turned red up to his hairline, cleared his throat. “How long have you known this guy?”

  “Almost two months. We met at a class I’ve been taking at the local gym.” No need to tell them what kind of class it was. They’d just freak out.

  “She never said a word,” her mom murmured.

  “Aren’t you kind of rushing things?” her dad asked. “People aren’t always what they seem, sweetie. You need to be careful. Make sure this guy is who he says he is before you commit your life to him.”

  Whenever he got that lecturing tone in his voice, Pixie had to fight not to regress and roll her eyes at him. “Dad, I know you’re going to check up on him anyway, but you won’t find anything bad. The class instructors did background checks on all the students as part of the final application process. I checked with Xindra, my teacher, the second I realized Zeo was interested in me. He’s safe, he’s never been accused of a crime, his credit history is good, and he’s got a good job. In fact, he’s a lot like you, Dad. He works in security and investigation. His family has their own agency.”

  “Huh.” Her father grunted. “I still want to meet him.”

  Unable to resist any longer, she finally did roll her eyes. “You will. Do you think maybe you could congratulate me? Act like this is a good thing?”

  His head snapped back, and her mother finally quit wringing her hands.

  “Well of course we’re happy for you,” her mom burst out. “You finally found yourself a nice young man with a steady job. You’ll have the most beautiful wedding. You’ll have to wear your cousin Tabby’s wedding gown. She got it from your grandmother, and it has the most spectacular—”

  “If you’re happy, then I’m happy,” her dad cut in. “I don’t
think any man deserves my baby girl, but I’ll try to give this fella a chance. If this Zeo you’re so crazy about passes muster, then you’ll have my blessing. Just don’t let him call me Pops.”

  “Don’t worry,” Pixie told him impishly. “My fiancé is very respectful of elders.”

  “Elders?” They both said it in unison.

  “Love you. Bye.”

  Blowing them a kiss, Pixie cut the connection and collapsed on the sofa laughing. Although her parents could be tough, she felt confident Zeo could handle them. After all, everyone knew how stubborn those “aggressive” Nimanians could be.

  Chapter 10

  The Rehearsal

  “New Earthling, huh?” That was the first remark Zeo’s father made about Pixie when they got a chance to talk.

  Zeo and Pixie had enjoyed a quiet meal with his community in the common dining room. As usual, the food had consisted of organic dishes everyone had prepared by hand, not what his mother called “pickled space garbage.” Pixie had brought a large bowl of some kind of salad made with potatoes, which had won over Zeo’s cousins. Apparently it had been delicious, not that anyone else had gotten to try it. They’d devoured the whole bowl.

  Right now, Pixie was standing on the other side of the room talking to Zeo’s mother and aunt. The women clearly didn’t understand his little mate’s shy demeanor, but he could tell they were trying to give her a chance. Not wanting to make Pixie appear weak by hovering, Zeo left her alone, although he was secretly keeping an eye on her.

  He returned his attention to his father. “Yes, she’s a New Earthling. And cousin Apax’s mate is a Brachoi.”

  “True.” His father seemed to think about that. “This is not Nimania, and we have never forbidden taking a mate of a different race. But a New Earthling woman is not the same as a Brachoi.”

  “She doesn’t have four arms.” Zeo couldn’t resist needling his parent just a bit.

  His father glared at him. “She doesn’t have the same strength, either.”

  “No.” But in this Zeo could defend his future mate. “Pixie has her own quiet strength. She does not prowl the forest, hunting prey. Instead, she lies low in the bushes, silent and safe from predators until what she wants walks right into her path.”