Alien Sex 102

by Allie Ritch

  Mewling in pleasure, Katra had to draw several deep breaths before she could speak. “You’ll pay for that, you brute. The memories will keep you so hard and red you’ll have to hide behind your desk all day.”

  Although strained, his smile held as much anticipation as promise. He continued to ream her. Already building to another spectacular release, her whole sheath clenched and fidgeted around him. The sight of his twisted face and gritted teeth was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Shortening his strokes, he released a low, long moan just as his eyes glazed over and his girth swelled that last impossible bit between her legs.

  On the next punch forward, Krux rang her like a gong, sending deep, rhythmic pulses bouncing around her womb and clear down to her toes. His release felt like a tsunami as he came and came, spurting every last drop inside her until she was sure he was coming up empty. The way he had her tilted, his cum had to be pooling in the farthest recesses of her core.

  When her mind finally returned from the heavens, she glanced up at him through her lashes. His arms shook as he gently set her feet down and pulled out. Slumping forward over her body, he hugged her close. His weight was massive, but the feel of him on top of her was right.

  Although he didn’t say anything for a couple minutes, eventually he lifted his head to look down at her.

  Raising one hand, she gently ran her fingers through his hair. “Not bad, Brachoi. Want to take a bow?”

  His eyes glimmered and wrinkled at the corners when he smiled. Turning his head, he faced their audience, who were looking at them with a variety of expressions.

  “That, ladies and gentlemen,” Krux announced triumphantly, “is how it’s done.”

  In response, laughter broke out from their classmates—a very happy note to end on. If they were feeling even a fraction of the joy she was experiencing right now, Katra knew there was nothing to do but let it out.

  Giving his shoulder a good shove to move him, she sat up and felt a mischievous tingle dance over her skin. She chuckled. Thanks to that little declaration, she’d just come up with a new name to call him.

  Still holding his gaze, she shook her head at him in mock exasperation. “You’re such a diva.”

  Oh, she’d pay for that. And Katra knew she’d enjoy every minute of it.

  PART TWO

  Whitt And Spri

  Chapter Eight

  Sure he’s quick, but…

  Seeing the way Krux and Katra’Ruma were looking at each other, Whitt could tell those two wouldn’t be joining their after-class group tonight. Truth be told, he hadn’t decided whether he was going himself. This class felt too much like a to-be-continued from the disaster last week.

  Whitt was off his game and half out of his mind, and it was all because of an ethereal beauty with platinum hair and diamond eyes. Gods, Spri had him tied in knots. They’d been dating for nearly seven weeks now, and he still couldn’t tell exactly where he stood with her. The others didn’t even know they were dating, and most of the time she treated him like he was just a good buddy. When he walked her home at night, though, she kissed him at the door, and he sure didn’t feel like just a friend then.

  That woman could kiss! Her lips were soft shell-pink, and her teeth were white and straight. She certainly wasn’t shy about using her tongue, and she made out the way other people painted or composed a song—with passion, dedication, and an aim to please. Never had he come so close to blowing his top from such a simple caress. He desperately wanted more. Which was the problem.

  Spri didn’t do casual sex. That was something she’d made very clear the first time he’d asked her out, and she’d never wavered. She claimed it was a Litting thing, which made it hard to relate to since his race, Allurians, were far less prudish. Intellectually, Whitt could respect Spri’s choice, and he didn’t want to be the insensitive jerk who pushed for more. Physically, he figured principles be damned because they’d be great together.

  Anyway, define casual. They’d been seeing each other for almost two months straight now, getting together at least three or four times a week. Didn’t that count as serious? Or was she talking wedding plans kind of serious? Considering he was only in his mid-twenties, he wasn’t sure he was ready for that.

  Besides, he was pretty sure he’d screwed up, and he somehow doubted she’d be receptive even if he did do the whole commitment thing. Last week, he’d been feeling confused and, damn it, horny, and he’d thought maybe he’d make her jealous and disrupt that calm exterior of hers. So, he’d slept with Katra’Ruma—only in an educational and jealousy-inspiring capacity—and everything had gone wrong. He’d been so jazzed after so many weeks of celibacy that he’d shot his wad without making a decent showing. To add insult to injury, it was the lamest orgasm he’d ever had. No offense to Katra’Ruma—she was a hot older woman and had everything going—but the entire time, he’d kept wishing that he’d been inside Spri instead.

  After that sexual failure, Whitt had gone out to some little dumpling restaurant to meet everyone after class. That’s when he’d discovered his Litting girlfriend wasn’t jealous. She pitied him!

  “That’s part of why I don’t believe in casual sex,” she’d announced. “Too many bad matches, too easy to be disappointed. Anything that intimate should be treated as at least a personal commitment if not a sacred bond.”

  Somehow that had made him feel like he was cheap and a failure, two states of being he had very little experience with. Too humiliated to stay and play nice, he’d excused himself and gone home.

  And now it was all right there in his face again. Whitt hadn’t failed to satisfy his partner because Duosien females were impossible to please. No, he just hadn’t had Krux’s control and expertise. That seriously stung. At a decade and a half younger than the Brachoi, he should have been able to outlast and outperform the older male no matter who else was on his mind. He was in the prime of his life, for gods’ sakes.

  Now Spri would have yet another reason to turn him away at the door. She probably thought he didn’t know his way around his own body, let alone a woman’s. He’d have to pull out all his charm to convince her to give him a chance.

  And she’d better give him a chance soon. Last week was poor relief for the state she had him running around in. Whitt’s cock stood at an angle of continuous semi-arousal that made him feel like he was in a three-legged race. If Spri didn’t let him into her bedroom soon, he’d wind up with a water bill through the roof, carpal tunnel, or balls as blue as his navy hair. The male body wasn’t meant to stay in this kind of suspended animation.

  Spri called for him on her way toward the door. “Whitt, you coming?”

  In just three strokes if she let him have her. Wait, no, that was exactly what he wasn’t going to do. If…no, when he got her in his bed, he’d go all night if he had to, but he’d hear her cry of pleasure before he was done.

  “Whitt? We’re hitting the raw bar two blocks around the corner. Are you joining us?” Her smile made his chest feel tight. “I think Krux and Katra’Ruma are heading straight home.”

  Trying to play it cool, Whitt returned a casual shrug. “Sure. Let’s go.”

  They left with Benni and Varion in tow. It didn’t look like Glynn was joining them, and Pixie and Zeo always wandered off to do their own thing. Taking a chance, Whitt slipped his arm around Spri as they stepped outside and headed down the street in search of food. To his pleasant surprise, she put her arm behind him and tucked her hand in his back pocket. Forget semi-arousal. With her hand on his butt, his cock was pointing the way.

  “That was so beautiful tonight.” Spri released a dreamy sigh. “The way Katra’Ruma and Krux were always snapping at each other, I didn’t expect to see them so in love. Now I think maybe they’re too passionate to do things the easy way.”

  “Mmm.” Their classmates weren’t the only ones doing things the—eh-hem—hard way.

  “He said such lovely things to her too,” she continued. “It must have taken a lot of courage for
Krux to bare himself like that.”

  “Yeah, not every man has an extra mini penis,” Varion joked.

  Benni elbowed him, but her voice was tight with restrained laughter. “She means baring his soul.”

  Varion didn’t look the least bit contrite. Shifting his features, he paled his skin until it was nearly translucent and blackened his hair.

  Whitt wasn't surprised. He’d noticed the Multan liked to change his appearance a lot around the ladies. Show-off.

  Reaching the doors to the raw bar, they pushed inside, where they were lucky enough to snag four seats at the far end. It looked like the specialty tonight was New Earthling raw oysters. Whitt had never eaten them before, but he vaguely remembered hearing something about them.

  “Oh, they have Litting rice wine.” Spri clapped happily. “You all have to try it. It’s so smooth it feels like warm silk sliding down your throat.”

  “Sold,” Benni responded with a laugh.

  Whitt signaled the server, who stood behind a bed of seafood lying on cooling crystals. “We’ll have the party-sized platter of oysters and four glasses of the rice wine.”

  It was only a matter of minutes before they were served. The wine was presented in short octagonal cups decorated with a pattern of exotic constellations. Whitt took a large sip to fortify himself before picking up one of the oysters. Was it just him, or did the seafood look a little like a woman’s…? Okay, he definitely had to get his mind out of the gutter. His frustrated libido was making him see sex everywhere he turned.

  “Down the hatch.” Varion tipped the shell and swallowed one of the oysters whole.

  Whitt closed his eyes and copied the movement and was surprised to discover he liked the robust, salty taste. He helped himself to several more and enjoyed the wine and the company as they rehashed the romantic drama with Krux and Katra’Ruma. Before long, the four of them had polished off the platter and were divvying up the bill.

  “That was great. I haven’t had New Earthling oysters in forever.” Benni giggled. “You know none of us will be able to sleep now, don’t you? Raw oysters are an aphrodisiac.”

  Evidently, the Multan knew this too because Varion just shot her a lecherous smile.

  As for Whitt, he had to repress a tortured groan. Just what he needed—an aphrodisiac pumping through his system. You’d think he would have remembered that kind of detail before shoving the little buggers in his mouth.

  *

  The others were probably too far away to hear Whitt, but Spri was right by his side. She caught the choked sound he made in the back of his throat. She also noticed the way his fly bulged outwards from the pressure of his erection. Her blue-eyed Allurian was more than a little excited, and he looked like he was suffering for it.

  Perhaps she should take pity on him? Although Spri stood by her belief that they shouldn’t have sex unless they were ready to seriously commit to each other, she’d learned enough about the other races to know there were other things she could do to relieve him. She’d just never tried them before. Now in her late twenties, she’d been with only one man in her life, which was often all the lovers her race ever took. For Littings, proper lovemaking was considered a spiritual and mental bonding as well as a physical act. It was not something to be engaged in lightly.

  Her only lover, Nergo, had been a fellow Litting and her high-school sweetheart. They’d come together early, which was perhaps why theirs had never become a permanent bond, although it had lasted for years. While sex together had been a beautiful and powerful experience, it had somehow been very adolescent, like them. Eventually they’d matured and outgrown their relationship together. Their parting had been kind and peaceful and sweet, but that didn’t mean it hadn’t hurt.

  Spri preferred not to go through that kind of pain again, and she knew herself well enough to understand a one-night stand or even an affair that lasted several months wouldn’t work for her. Unfortunately, Whitt didn’t understand that. He could sleep with a woman in front of a class full of people, take his pleasure, and then walk away without any effect save the physical. That realization made her feel very sad, mostly for him. Didn’t he realize what he was missing?

  Xindra and Quinn had focused on something very important during the first class they’d taught. They’d both emphasized clear communication between mixed-race partners and accepting and exploring each other’s cultural differences. Perhaps if it was meant to be, Spri could make love to Whitt and teach him just what a wonderful, transcendent experience the act could be. To do that, maybe she also needed to explore his viewpoint and way of doing things.

  “See you guys next week.” Varion broke into her thoughts as he and Benni split off to go their own way.

  “Good night,” she told them. “Drive home safely.”

  They nodded as they turned and left, and then she and Whitt were alone.

  Tucking her under his arm, he led the way down the sidewalk toward their apartments. Early on, they’d discovered they lived only three blocks apart. They were also close enough to their Sex Ed class that they could walk to and from there like true Trilantans.

  Although Whitt was only average size and relatively lean, he had a body made of chiseled muscles beneath smooth, pale skin. She could feel those muscles shifting and flexing along her side as they walked, and the heat radiating from his skin made her tingle. He wasn’t the only one who was aroused. Her body just wasn’t as obvious about it.

  In fact, whenever Spri was in his presence, she found herself feeling extra sensitive from head to toe. A simple brush of his hand or his hip bumping against hers made her clench deep in her belly, although she’d never dared let him know his effect on her. The only time she allowed herself to express her desire was when they kissed. Tonight she didn’t think that would be enough.

  “Whitt?” She had to clear her throat. “How do you feel about me?”

  For a moment, he just blinked. “I really like you. A lot.”

  She was probably looking at him like a smitten schoolgirl. “I really like you too. You respect me and my beliefs, and I appreciate that.”

  He shrugged as if it were nothing.

  “I was wondering.” Drawing a deep breath for courage, she broached a rather delicate subject. “If I were to invite you up to my place, would you be willing to fool around without having intercourse?”

  His head snapped around so fast she heard his vertebra pop, and she could see the whites around his cerulean eyes.

  “Absolutely,” he swore.

  Spri laughed at his enthusiasm. That one word, tinged with his desperate tone, confirmed that she was doing the right thing.

  “Just mouths and hands,” she warned him. “And you understand I haven’t done this before. I mean, I’ve done a little as foreplay, but I’ve never tried to finish a man that way.”

  “Not a problem.” His eager expression would have appeared boyish if not for the blaze of manly lust that fueled it. “We’ll figure it out as we go.”

  For some reason, the way he said that made her feel better. Relaxing against him, she traveled the last block to her apartment building and coded them in. They rode up to the fifth floor and found her door. The moment Spri opened it, she let out a whoop as Whitt scooped her up and charged over the threshold. Kicking the door closed behind them, he planted her back on her feet, pulled her close, and covered her mouth with his.

  “You have no idea how much I want you.” He grunted the statement between kisses.

  While she stabbed her tongue into his open mouth, she slid one hand down his chest. Down, down, down until she cupped his rigid erection through his pants.

  “I don’t know.” She murmured against his lips. “I think I may have some idea.”

  Either Whitt’s wildness was contagious, or she had more pent-up sexual energy than she’d realized. Touching him there—feeling just how aroused his body was for her—she felt her hormones tingle like fiery sparklers under her skin.

  With his tongue still tangoing with hers,
he groaned encouragement into her mouth and opened her blouse with a few quick tugs. Spri felt the material slip off her shoulders and drift past her fingertips on its way to the floor. Seconds later, he had her bra off. With an insistent shove, she backed him up enough to yank his T-shirt over his head. Then she smoothed her palms over his hot, naked skin.

  His hands replaced the lacy cups of her bra, plumping and lifting her breasts before tweaking her nipples. The sensation made her shiver and sigh against his mouth. She moaned when his clever fingers popped open her pants and shoved them off her hips.

  “We need a bed,” he told her when he had the fabric bunched at her ankles.

  Nodding in agreement, she kicked off her sandals and stumbled free of her pants.

  Whitt steadied her in his arms, and his face lit up as he stared at her in nothing but her underwear. “This must be some kind of holiday. Or is it my birthday?”

  She was mesmerized by the ferocity in his gaze, not to mention how good he looked shirtless. “Bed’s that way.” She pointed.

  Before Spri realized what he was doing, he plucked her off her feet again, causing her to giggle in surprise. He carried her into her bedroom and set her at the foot of the bed. They stood almost directly beneath the sparkly metal mobile—more of a chandelier, really—that occupied most of her ceiling. The crystals and silver discs spun lazily overhead, shimmering in the city lights peeking through the curtains. Glowing sequins of reflected light covered her and Whitt’s bodies, and his pale blue eyes seemed to shine just as brightly.

  Grasping his nape with one hand, she made him lean in for her kiss while his hands roamed her back and shoulders and breasts. With a quick yank, she popped his fly open to find him barely contained by his white briefs. The elasticity of his underwear was amazing.

  “Gods yes, I need your hand on me.” He groaned, which she took as both a plea and an invitation.

  Shoving his briefs down just far enough so that the waistband cradled his balls, Spri freed his cock to the open air. If they hadn’t already covered Allurian sexuality in class, she might have been shocked, but she knew to expect the hard power bridges lining the length of his shaft like ribs. She also knew his patch of pubic hair would be as smooth and soft as New Earthling mink.