The Alternate

by Jay Kohl

  Eager to encourage him, her hand groped downward until she found his cock, swollen and threatening to burst the seam of his trousers. It pulsed against her hand.

  “Go ahead,” he murmured, a hint of laughter echoing in his husky voice. “I’m all yours.” Then he took her mouth again, thrusting his tongue deep, insinuating what was to come.

  Using only her sense of touch to guide her, she found the fastening to his trousers and ripped it open like one of those fabled Christmas gifts she had read about in her history holos. His cock sprang into her palm, hot and throbbing. Her small hand curved around the smooth head, the heat of it nearly burning her. With her fingertips, she spread the beads of moisture she found and began circling the tip with the sleek stickiness.

  “Whoa!” he gasped, grabbing her hand. “Keep that up and I’ll come all over you.” He turned her face toward his and nipped at her lips. “We wouldn’t want to waste it, would we?”

  “I guess not,” she said with a wry smile.

  He stood and lifted his shirt over his head, then peeled off his trousers. She felt her breath catch as she stared at his nakedness. His proud cock jutted toward her mouth and it was a temptation she couldn’t resist. Parting her lips, she took him in ever so slowly. She could feel him watching her and his legs quivered as he tried to keep still before her. Cupping his balls in her hand, she swallowed deeper, using her teeth to graze the sensitive underside.

  Marcus’s hand suddenly gripped her hair and held her tightly to him as he pushed in and out of her mouth. “Stars! Your mouth is so hot!”

  She could feel the blood surging in his cock, and knew if they didn’t stop now he would blow straight down her throat. Mustering all her strength she shoved him backward.

  His chest heaved as he fought for control. “Lady, that is some mouth you have,” he said. “Remind me to return the favor. Soon.”

  Going down on his knees beside the divan, he slowly removed her top. The hybrid latex breathed and was designed to slide on and off like silk. Her breasts swelled once released from their tight prison and when his tongue circled first one taut nipple, then the other, she had to clench her fists to stop herself pushing him onto his back and straddling him.

  The leggings she wore molded her legs like a second skin, and he ran his fingertips up and down the smooth fabric, shaping first her calves, then her thighs, before finally moving, inch by inch, toward the moist mound that thrummed in anticipation. It was almost a relief when his hand caressed her, rubbing in lazy circles until the material became soaked with her juices.

  With an almost savage growl, he pushed her back, gripped the top of the fabric and ripped the leggings downward, leaving only a lacy pair of black panties.

  Marcus’s eyes widened for a moment before he commented with a lopsided grin, “An old-fashioned girl, I see.”

  She smiled to herself. Several weeks ago she’d seen samples of the twentieth-century Earth underwear in an antiques museum in the small northern township of Galaan. They fascinated her. When she returned home she immediately programmed her manufactor with a scan and was delighted with the result. She’d secretly been wandering about her small apartment in nothing but the panties, feeling freer than she ever had before. The matching brassiere she hadn’t bothered with—it appeared too uncomfortable for words. And while Marcus might consider the panties old-fashioned, she felt very, very sexy in them.

  “If you don’t like them, it’s up to you to remove them,” she said.

  “Oh, I didn’t say I don’t like them—but I will take them off…eventually. For the moment, however…” He let the sentence hang as his fingertips traced the upper edge of the lace. The movement was slow and tormenting, and Darla bit her lower lip to stop herself begging him to hurry. A tiny groan escaped as his index finger slipped under the lace.

  “Hmmm,” he hummed meaningfully, almost as if he was encouraged by his discovery. “There is much to be said for not revealing everything too soon.”

  Leaning forward, he captured a nipple in his mouth in the same instant his index finger pushed farther beneath the lace. It slid between her wet folds and she had to swallow down a desperate squeal of need. Her clit pulsed so hard she thought she’d come any second.

  Suddenly, his whole hand filled her panties and his long fingers slid deep inside her. She arched her back, giving him total access even as the tightening began. “Sweet Mother!” The words were torn from her throat as the fire shot through her.

  Marcus threw his head back and savored the feel of her hot channel contracting helplessly around his fingers. It gripped him so hard, he regretted he hadn’t made her wait for him. The idea of feeling it milk his cock like that created mental images of such heat he needed to clamp down hard; otherwise he’d blow there and then.

  But then again, their interview had only just begun and he had lots of activities planned. After all, he needed to convince her that he was the man best suited to be mate to her seedbearer.

  He waited until the quivering subsided before he began to circle her swollen clit with his thumb.

  Darla’s eyes flew open. “No!” she begged. “I can’t—not so soon.”

  Covering her body with his, he buried his head in her neck. “Of course you can,” he assured her, licking his way up to her ear. Again he rubbed a small circle around her clit. She bucked in response but his weight held her down, and before she could protest again, he took her mouth and filled it with his tongue.

  After he pushed the panties aside, his engorged cock probed at her opening. The slick heat made his mind swim. The rising scent of her filled his brain with light and color. His whole body began to throb. It had been years since he’d been this aroused with a woman—if he didn’t fuck her now, he knew he’d lose his sanity.

  Thrusting deep, he seated himself to the hilt then froze as the tingle at the base of his spine warned him his climax was imminent.

  Not yet, not yet, he told himself. She needed to be with him. He needed to show her he was the one—and simply sating himself on her wasn’t the way.

  Moving slowly, he slid in and out, all the while pressing against her clit in an echoing rhythm. By the second thrust, she was arching up beneath him, meeting his movements. She reached down to grip the globes of his ass and drag him closer, coating his balls with her cream.

  “Dear Mother, yes!” she cried. Her fingernails dug into his ass as she tried to pull him deeper. He could feel her channel erupting, squeezing, and the warm juices flooded over his cock. His heart began to thunder as his body grew unbearably tight.

  A primitive growl began low in his throat as he pumped desperately, then a flash of white invaded his brain as he spurted his hot come inside her.

  Breathing heavily, she opened her eyes and gazed at the face of the man who had just given her more pleasure than she had ever known. He stared straight back at her, with a questioning look in his pale gray-blue eyes.

  “So—have I passed the test?”

  “Ask me again when I can think straight.” Her heart still hammered and a strange surge of feeling circulated through her, a feeling so foreign she wondered at its meaning. She couldn’t move and the languor that filled her limbs felt amazing—she would have been happy to remain with him covering her body like this for as long as possible. But she also knew that time was extremely short and she’d need to be upping her research time between now and takeoff or she’d never be ready.

  When he slid to the side, she didn’t object, though an involuntary groan escaped her throat before she could stifle it.

  His eyebrows lifted. “Does my future mate want a reprise?” he asked, his hand splaying on her belly and slowly descending toward the point of heat that suddenly began to throb again. Every nerve snapped to attention and the sudden neediness that rose in her chest made her feel out of control. And she was never out of control, especially with a man.

  Sitting upright, she sta
rted to turn away then pinned him with her sternest gaze. “Your eagerness is commendable, but I won’t be making my decision until I have interviewed both candidates.” She grabbed a wrap from a nearby chair, padded across the suite and stepped inside the bathing cubicle. With a parting smile, she closed the door and locked it.

  Once inside, she leaned back against the door, shuddering slightly as Marcus’s scent rose from her skin in enticing waves within the small space. She looked at her body in the semi-circular, floor-to-ceiling mirror. Her skin was flushed and her breasts still pouted, seeming larger and rounder than before. Idly, her eyes strayed to the mechanical pleasure console that sat beside the shower—her sole sexual partner for the past few weeks. Not even when she’d used all the various devices at once had she had such an astonishing and violent climax. Could Marcus be the one—that man she had awaited?

  It was almost embarrassing to admit it, even to herself, but along with her old-fashioned taste in clothing, she secretly harbored another desire that most of her contemporaries considered archaic—to fall in love with her mate. It was something she hardly dared believe would ever happen, but in the height of her encounter with Marcus, her heart began to yearn for the fulfillment of love. Of course, she knew that a cocktail of chemicals in her brain could take responsibility for the bulk of those emotions, but it didn’t stop her secretly wishing.

  Shaking her head at her own silliness, she snapped on the ion shower and allowed it to remove all remnants of Marcus’s lovemaking from her skin. She didn’t use the internal cleaning program since the whole purpose of mating was reproduction and the sooner she began reproducing, the better. It would be fifty-eight Earth hours before she would know if the encounter was successful in that regard.

  She took her time selecting a long, lavender gown to wear.

  After sipping a small vial of water, she drew a deep breath, opened the door and turned to face her suitor.

  She found Marcus, still naked, standing by her console, scanning her holovid ID.

  “I would have thought you’d have done your homework on me before your arrival,” she stated as she moved alongside him.

  “Actually, I didn’t have a lot of time. Stone’s assistant only contacted me a couple of hours ago—claims they were still verifying my fertility rating and couldn’t disclose any details about the upcoming mission until they were certain that there had been no change since my arrival on Titan.”

  She raised one fine brow. “I gather your numbers came back as healthy?”

  “Definitely.” His eyes seemed to glow with satisfaction. “As a matter of fact, the sperm count has risen slightly.”

  “If that is the case, it might be better for you to stay on Titan,” she said as she activated her wrist chip. “If you have a high sperm count, you will be valuable to further research.”

  He threw her a roguish grin. “I plan to be on that mission, so you’d better get used to the idea.”

  Frowning slightly, she leaned over and canceled the holovid.

  When he reached for her, she backed away. “No. I need to remain levelheaded about this. I also need to get back to the lab, so I am wrapping up this interview for now. I’ll contact you if I wish a second interview. Please feel free to use my shower before you leave.”

  With that she grabbed her crystal key and went to the door.

  “Don’t forget to lock up.”

  * * * * *

  “What is she like?” Brad asked as his housemate prepared the Venus-leaf tea that he so favored with breakfast. He’d looked at her profile briefly: brownish hair, green-eyed and slender, Darla Wynter was attractive, though her expression in the vid made her appear remote.

  “Delicious.”

  Brad’s head darted up to gauge Marcus’s sincerity. “Really?”

  “Very. Younger than most of the women here—I’m surprised you haven’t come across her since your research is in a similar area.”

  Brad shook his head. “Don’t forget I’ve been seconded to the flight station since we arrived here. I was to head back to chemical analysis in the next week or so, but I guess that might change now that I’m slated as a possible seedbearer mate,” he said.

  It had been a bone of contention for Brad. While Marcus had had the luxury of resuming his Pluto research when they’d arrived on Titan, Brad had been sent to the nearby flight station to gather samples every day. Because certain spectrums of cosmic radiation affected samples in transit, the timing of the short nineteen kilometer journey between the research facility and the flight station was crucial to the integrity of those samples. To date they’d been unable to manufacture a vial that would adequately protect the samples. Several times he’d been stuck out at the flight station for days at a time waiting for favorable travel conditions. Which had interrupted his research, and he expected that delay might be detrimental to his chances of accompanying the upcoming seedbearer mission.

  “I hate to say it, my friend,” Marcus said with a wry smile, “but I think I made quite an impression…you’ll need to pull out all stops if you want to beat me onto that ship. And if I were you, I’d relieve some of that sexual tension before meeting with her—she is so hot I nearly came just thinking about screwing her, and I have a lot more control than you do.”

  Brad felt his cock stiffen at the idea. No doubt Marcus was right.

  “What time is your interview?” Marcus asked, glancing up at the read-out above the door.

  Brad’s eyes followed Marcus’s gaze, and his brow furrowed. “Oh-twenty…less than an hour to prepare. And I need to call in at the lab.”

  Marcus’s lips lifted as he moved closer. “Then I guess we’d better prepare you quickly.” Reaching out, he ran his index finger down the front seam of Brad’s trousers and was rewarded with a shuddering sigh.

  Deftly, Marcus undid the closure and reached inside to grasp Brad’s already throbbing cock. “See? One lick from Darla and you’d be spraying it all over her. We can’t have that, can we?”

  Brad gave Marcus an indulgent grin, knowing very well that it was mostly Marcus’s own need that drove him. Since they’d been together Marcus had always dictated how, where, when, and why they’d mated. The psychologists called it the Spartan factor: warrior versus thinker…and Marcus was definitely the warrior in their relationship.

  Since there was no time for niceties, they both stripped in silence then moved together for a deep and carnal kiss that left Brad breathless and burning. Marcus, always so skillful with his hands, ran his fingertips gently over Brad’s balls, making them tight and almost aching with need.

  Marcus knelt and slid his hot tongue over first one delicate sac, then the other, and gently blew against the wetness he’d left there.

  Unable to stop himself, Brad threw his head back and parted his legs, groaning as Marcus worked his mouth up the back of Brad’s cock until finally, tauntingly, he thrust out his tongue and licked the head in long, slow strokes. Brad’s legs began to quiver. In less than two minutes Marcus had already brought him to bursting point.

  Marcus stood and pushed him backward against the table while he reached for the oil they kept strategically placed about the apartment. Its scent and pheromone-enhancing qualities were unnecessary, but Marcus lathered his hands anyway. Again Marcus pushed Brad back, until he lay on the cold table, open and exposed, his dripping cock jutting proudly toward the ceiling.

  With oil-slicked hands, Marcus began to grease Brad’s cock and balls, sweeping up and down his cock, and with each sweep his fingers delved lower until his thumb began to pierce the dark pucker of his ass. Brad clenched automatically, both loving and hating the raw sensation. He drew a sharp breath each time Marcus’s fingers brushed him, over and over, and almost sighed with relief when he finally pushed his thumb inside. With his other hand Marcus gripped his cock and squeezed, almost sending Brad over the edge.

  “Not yet,” Marcus admonishe
d with hooded eyes that seemed to glow with satisfaction.

  “Then you’d better hurry,” Brad panted, “and fuck me.”

  Marcus just smiled and reached for the oil.

  Keeping one hand firmly around Brad’s cock, Marcus drizzled more oil over Brad’s balls and ass before lathering his own cock. Brad knew he should remind Marcus to use special condoms to collect their sperm, but he didn’t want to stop now. Besides, the feel of Marcus coming inside him was so delicious he really didn’t want to mask it with the shield.

  Again Marcus smoothed the oil all over before pressing two fingers deep inside. Brad growled and bucked with need. “For pity’s sake…” he began, but he didn’t get the chance to finish as Marcus dragged him closer to the edge of the table and lifted Brad’s legs until they circled his chest.

  Marcus’s cock replaced his fingers and slowly pushed into him.

  Brad lay completely still and held his breath as he took in the sensation of Marcus’s hot penis working its way inside him. He gripped the edge of the table and pushed himself against Marcus, suddenly desperate to be completely filled. Sweat beaded his chest and arms and he clenched his cheeks to prevent Marcus’s withdrawal.

  Marcus groaned, his cock throbbing inside Brad’s ass. “That feels so good,” he murmured as he started to move, withdrawing slightly, then pushing ever deeper. And with each stroke he pumped Brad’s cock with his hand.

  “Hell, its starting to burn…I’m gonna come!” Brad cried.

  Leaning over, Marcus covered Brad’s mouth with his and thrust his tongue deep inside, just as he thrust his cock hard.

  Brad shuddered and arched as his come shot out all over their chests in hot, wet streams.