by Allie Ritch
“Please come for me.” He sounded like he was pleading, but there was no need.
She was already there. A series of earthquakes started inside her channel and womb, each one sending out seismic waves of pleasure that nearly broke her apart. Yowling at the intensity, she pushed her hips up to take him deeper. He held his fingers there, shimmying them against each other to drag out her orgasm.
“That’s my girl.” Whitt planted a kiss on her breastbone.
It took her several minutes before she could lift her head.
“Feeling relaxed?” he asked.
She realized he still had his pants on. Where they touched her naked leg, the rough material abraded her skin and set off aftershocks that made her shiver.
“Very.” She’d never been so relaxed.
“Good.”
That was all he said before he dragged her into a sitting position at the edge of the bed and leapt to his feet. His rigid penis shot out as he yanked off his pants and briefs and tossed his clothes on the floor. Her hands landed on his strong thighs when he settled in a standing position straddling her knees. Planting one hand on her shoulder for balance, he positioned his erection in front of her face.
“Have you ever given a blowjob before?”
Staring at the hard, inflamed crown eyeing her, Spri shook her head. “I’ve mouthed my partner just as a tease, but I’ve never really…” Her words trailed off while her gaze tracked the drip oozing out of his slit.
His fingers were warm and gentle beneath her chin as he tilted her head to look at him. “It’s all right. I’ll help you through it.”
Secretly relieved, she nodded, but she didn’t want him to think she was a hopeless novice. She puckered her lips around the head of his cock and pushed downward until the tip hit the back of her tongue. Fortunately, she knew enough to wrap her hand around the base of him to help make up the difference.
His hiss of pleasure rewarded her boldness, and her eyes slanted up in time to watch him kick his head back. One of the veins along his neck bulged out.
He moaned. “Gods, that’s good. I love your mouth.”
Satisfied with his response, she swirled her tongue around him and tightened her grip. The power bridges along his shaft felt like reinforced bone, but she knew he’d feel the pressure against them. Her next laving motion made him release a guttural groan. With two fingers—the same ones he’d just used to pleasure her—he stroked her hair in a tender caress.
“Breathe through your nose nice and slowly,” he advised her.
She did.
Whitt cupped her face between his hands. Using his thumbs and fingertips, he massaged her jaw and cheeks. “Try to relax. I’m going to push deeper.”
Although she was sure her gaze must have flickered with doubt, she ran her hands up the backs of his thighs to clutch his buttocks. His muscles felt like steel cables beneath her fingers, and those cables went taut when he tightened his grip on her head and thrust forward. Suddenly her jaw ached, and it became harder to breathe when he bumped the back of her throat.
“That’s it.” His voice turned raspy. “Just relax and take me. Keep moving that tongue, Spri. Suck hard.”
Although her eyes watered by the time he drew back and stroked in again, the bliss on his face was worth it. Sucking his cock like a giant fruit popsicle, she pulled on him so strongly her cheeks hollowed. Despite the strain, she fought to inhale and exhale steadily. Eventually, she hit the same breathing rhythm she used during meditation, which was when the tension leached out of her and she really got into it.
“Ah, gods, you’re a natural.” He picked up the pace.
Spri was with him now. Sliding her palms up and down the backsides of his legs, she tried to ease him even as she suckled his cock furiously with her mouth. When he loosened his grip enough to massage her scalp, she used the freedom of movement to angle her head and add a tiny twist to each stroke.
That threw him through the roof. His uncensored grunting filled the air above her, and she watched him strain and pump. With her hands and lips on him, she could monitor his progress, so she knew when he was getting close. His thrusts grew shorter and more desperate, his panting almost sounded like a wheeze, and she swore his cock grew hotter. Then his glutes turned to stone as he plunged forward and bellowed.
Although his cum against the back of her throat tickled her gag reflex, she was determined. Clutching him closer, she held on for the ride. As his orgasm subsided, the geyser of semen reduced to a trickle until his cock at last flagged. With her tongue cushioning the underside of his shaft, she could almost feel the hard bridges breaking apart so he could soften. His penis glistened when she released it to the cool air.
Still huffing, Whitt landed on his back across the width of the bed. “That was perfect.”
Since he appeared too exhausted to do more than rub her thigh, she lay back with him and threw one arm and leg across his body to hold him.
“Want to do this again tomorrow night?” he asked.
That wasn’t what Spri had thought he might say, but she glanced at his face to see a hopeful smile. She couldn’t help but grin back. “Only if you let me nose around the rest of your apartment. And give me a nice dinner first.”
The silly man actually pretended to think about it, which made her slap his arm.
“Deal,” he answered with a laugh. “I’ll come up with something good.”
Somehow, she wasn’t convinced he was talking about food.
* * * *
Haunted by the image of Spri going down on him, Whitt barely got through the next day without tripping over his own cock. Since she’d been willing to go that far, he was sure it wouldn’t be long before she let him sink his shaft inside her hot little body. If she’d felt that tight with just his fingers in her channel, he couldn’t imagine how hard she’d grip his cock. He’d do his best to seduce her into it, although he didn’t want to risk pushing too soon.
In the meantime, he made a quick stop at an adult store before swinging by a take-out place that sold great pasta and breadsticks. It wasn’t exactly fine dining, but he knew their food was good. To dress it up, he also bought some wine and hid all the containers after he set the table back at his apartment. Although this was the first time he’d ever tried the whole romantic dinner cliché, he thought it looked pretty good. He’d just broken the seal on the bottle when she arrived.
They shared a homey kiss when she came in, and he couldn’t stop watching her as she walked around his place. While he finished getting everything ready, she studied his music collection, artwork, and furniture, pausing when she found a few images of his family on the corner shelf. She didn’t say a word.
“So,” he finally asked, “what do you think? Urban chic?”
Spri snickered and shook her head. “I’m surprised chic is in your vocabulary. Did you make the art yourself?”
Whitt nodded. “I saw something similar watching a behind-the-music vid on an Allurian band. The trix player had a huge loft filled with this kind of thing, only he bought his industrial sculptures from some fancy artist who charges more than a year’s rent. When I looked at the stuff, I realized it wouldn’t be hard to make. So I scoped out one of the salvage docks. The guys there were going to melt down these parts anyway, so they said I could have it in return for a round of beers.”
“I like it.” Strolling over to the table, she took a seat. “I have to admit, I was expecting a quintessential bachelor pad, but you’ve actually got some style.”
He smiled as he sat down across from her.
“Of course,” she added teasingly, “all those holo-posters of bands in your bedroom are very…post-grad. You could use a woman’s touch in there.”
“I hope to get a woman’s touch in there later tonight.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Spri laughed as she started to dish out. “So I gathered from the cozy dinner for two.” With a mock scowl, she pointed her finger at him and tsked. “It’s all about sex with you, isn’t it?”
“Not true.”
Her expression turned skeptical.
“It’s only mostly about sex with me,” he said. “The rest is about food and good times.”
She shook her head at him while she chewed.
The rest of the evening was filled with similar banter while they ate. That’s one of the things Whitt loved about her: she joked and relaxed with him like they’d known each other for years. He could really be himself instead of worrying about impressing her or coming up with some glib pickup line. There was a lot to be said for this whole “serious” relationship thing, which sort of offset how freaked out he sometimes got about it. Of course, there was one obvious benefit that didn’t require much thought.
“I have a good time with you,” he told her once they’d finished.
Her answering smile warmed him in a way that overshadowed even the rush of arousal she always inspired in him.
Rising to his feet, he walked around to her side of the table and took her hand. He let his gaze slide up and down her body as he pulled her toward his bedroom.
“And I’ve enjoyed the food,” he added.
By the look on her face, she was fighting not to laugh. “Have you now? Well, let’s see. That seems to have exhausted your repertoire, hasn’t it?”
“Not true. You’re forgetting something.”
With one finger, she tapped her chin thoughtfully. “What could I be forgetting? There’s food.” She began to tick off his main focuses in life. “Good times. Hmm, what was the other one?”
“Sex.” He took her in his arms when they reached the side of his bed. “Lots and lots of sex. Will you let me put my sex inside your sex?”
As expected, she shook her head.
“Okay.” He tried to ignore a twinge of frustration. “In that case, I guess we’ll have to combine sex with food to make the most of it, and that should be a good time.”
“What are you up to?” she demanded.
Reaching into the recessed drawer of his nightstand, Whitt pulled out one of the purchases he’d made earlier. With a salesman-like flourish, he held up the bottle of flavored lotion.
“Tastes like chocolate and increases sensitivity in all your most intimate parts. Perfect for a little infinity positioning.”
“Infinity?”
He smiled. “That’s the Allurian term for it. I believe the New Earthling version is sixty-nine. What do Littings call it?”
“Naughty.” She answered with a blush, but he could see the sparkle of interest in her eyes.
The anticipation almost made him punchy. “Come on. Let’s get naked and take this product for a spin.”
*
As Spri stripped for her Allurian lover, she couldn’t believe she was doing this. If he’d been anyone else, she wouldn’t even think of it, but he made her feel safe and comfortable. It was all she could do not to beg him to take her completely and bind them together. Only the threat that he wouldn’t understand that bond held her off.
“Don’t think so much.” Dropping his pants so that he was fully nude and completely erect, he opened his arms to her. “Come here, babe.”
Spri’s whole body slid hotly against his as she stepped into him. With her breasts pressed tightly to his chest and her arms wrapped around his shoulders, she was hyperaware of the differences between their bodies, between male and female. Then he bent his head to kiss her and the arousal kindling between her legs erupted into a bonfire that spread from her mons to her nipples. Only after he’d devoured her thoroughly did he remove his tongue from behind her teeth.
“I love that mouth.” It wasn’t the first time he’d said so. “Let’s put it to good use.”
“That wasn’t good enough?” she teased him.
His grin was wicked. “It was fantastic, but I know where it’ll feel even better.”
Squirting a small puddle of lotion in his palm, he reached down to grab his erection. Spri watched as his encircling fingers swept up and down, liberally coating his shaft with that sweet sheen. When he was done, he poured some more and reached out to cup her between her legs.
“Whitt!” She squeaked in protest.
The lotion was cold. It clashed with her hot natural cream before absorbing her body heat.
“Don’t worry,” he assured her. “I’ll warm you up.”
It felt like she’d liquefied between her thighs. His blunt fingers swirled the lotion around her turgid clit and down into every crease of her folds.
He motioned toward the bed. “Lie on your back. I’ll take the top this time.”
Spri had no desire to argue. Just as she lay down and settled herself, she felt the lotion start to tingle like a cold, minty burn. The sensation played havoc with her nerve endings.
“This stuff really works.” Whitt grunted, obviously feeling it too.
Straddling her head on his hands and knees, he positioned her legs for easy access between them. His warm breath tickled her mons at the same time she reached up for his dick and angled it so she could take it into her mouth. With a deep breath, she slid her lips around the crown of his penis and moaned at the bittersweet flavor of chocolate-covered cock. Although she had to adjust her mouth and throat to take him this way, she figured it out. In the nick of time, too, because he traced her labia with his tongue and nearly jolted her off the bed.
She cried out, pulling back. “What’s in this stuff?”
“Secret ingredient,” he mumbled. “No talking.” He suckled her clit like a tiny bonbon.
With a whimper, she took him deep again, nearly swallowing him whole before letting him slide back out. His hips worked in gentle digs, helping her achieve a bobbing motion. All the while, he attacked her clit with his lips and tongue and the barest scrape of his teeth. Then he circled her opening before spearing inside. Whatever ingredient was in the lotion, it made her so hypersensitive that she felt like one raw, exposed nerve down there. Her orgasm was bearing down fast.
Just when the first ripple of climax struck, Whitt yanked his head back. He planted a kiss on her thigh. “Not yet. You’re delicious, and I want this to last for a while. Just breathe through it and relax.”
Spri growled and sucked his cock harder in retaliation. Although this succeeded in making him groan, he didn’t lose control. It wasn’t until her orgasm petered out that he set his mouth to her again and began rebuilding it.
Three times he did that to her: kindling and killing and rekindling her climax, each time making it feel bigger and more ferocious until she was almost afraid of it. Finally, he was grunting and screwing his cock into her mouth with urgency. She had half a mind to pull back and deny him the way he’d done to her, but she was afraid he wouldn’t let her come if she did that.
Gripping the backs of his legs, she dug her nails in, ground her hips up at his face, and sucked him so hard and deep he took up residence in her throat. He pursed his lips around her clitoris and squeezed. As if he’d tripped some kind of magic toggle switch, her orgasm blasted through her. Pleasure roared through her channel, making her flex her spine and sob around his convulsing cock. She nearly choked on his cum, but she didn’t care. At the moment, she was too busy being transported by carnal rapture.
Whitt’s long howl of completion set her off again, bolstered by the thick scent of male musk and passion. Her contractions were so hard and pure she was sure she could count them. If she’d still had a functioning brain.
The moment his muscles unlocked, he dropped to the bed beside her and rolled over.
“What do you say you stay the rest of the weekend?” he suggested when he got his wind back.
Once again, he never said what she expected. What she secretly hoped for.
“I didn’t bring a change of clothes,” she pointed out.
“You won’t need them. I plan to hold you hostage in bed the whole time.”
Spri thought about it for a moment. This was a good sign, wasn’t it? He wasn’t kicking her out right after a bit of lovemaking. Instead, he wanted her
to stay. If this had just been about sex for him, he wouldn’t want her sleeping over and spending more time with him, would he?
“Okay.” She started to smile. “But buy me my own toothbrush.”
His chuckle made the bed vibrate, and he squeezed the back of her calf with one hand. “You got it, Spri. I’ll even let you pick the color.”
Chapter Eleven
Hands On
The next day, Whitt felt like he’d been sucked into some kind of alternate reality. One where he woke up cuddling a beautiful woman, washed her hair in the shower, and shared leftover takeout with her in bed. Then they just talked for hours. That wasn’t him—no way—and yet he couldn’t deny that he was really happy. When he remembered his other purchase at the adult store yesterday, he got even happier.
“Have I told you how much I love gadgets?” he asked Spri.
Still naked, she was pressed against his side so that one of her breasts lay partly over his chest. Barely grazing his skin, she drew circles over his sternum with her fingertips.
“I assumed as much. Your job and all the high tech stuff around here sort of tipped me off.”
He grinned at her. “Well, I picked up something new yesterday. Maybe you could help me test it out.”
“Oh?”
His nightstand drawer still smelled vaguely of chocolate when he opened it, but he left the flavored lotion alone. Selecting the package deeper inside, he held it up for her to see before leaning back into the pillows.
“What is that?” she demanded.
“You’ll see.”
With a few quick tugs, Whitt had the wrappings opened and discarded, leaving two gloves—his and her sizes—in his lap. Taking her smaller hand in his, he slipped the woman’s glove on her. He donned the other one.
“Press the red disc on the back of your hand—the one near your wrist.”
