Alien Sex 103 (5 page)

“The blood is rushing to my head,” she added.

Hope rekindled. Forcing himself to pull out of the rich haven of her body, he quickly disentangled himself from his clothes and discarded them.

“Don’t let go of your ankles,” he told her. “I’ve got an idea.”

Plucking her up like a doll, he was delighted that she held her position while he walked over to the couch with her. He laid her down on her back with her ankles next to her ears. Her glossy, blushing sex was fully exposed to him, making him mad for a taste of that nectar.

Unable to stop himself, he kneeled at her buttocks and bowed his head to rake his tongue along the length of her slit. A gasp escaped her, followed immediately by a happy laugh.

“Better?”

“Much,” she answered. Then she squealed again when he sucked her clit.

She tasted like ambrosia. The tangy flavor of her natural honey burst over his tongue and coated the back of his throat while he feasted on her. If not for his pounding erection, he could have devoured her forever. As it was, though…

Surging back up, Varion angled his cock and drove home once more. He never got tired of that feeling, the rapture of first penetration. His dick sank deep, and he could feel the inner walls of her sheath struggling to accept him. Since her gaze held nothing but welcome, he didn’t slow down. Planting his fists next to her shoulders, he used a bouncing motion of his hips to pound her.

With every thrust, fierce shockwaves of pleasure drilled through his cock, into his spine, and up and down the length of his body. He felt massive and nearly violent above her small, flexible body, but she took him effortlessly and begged for more. Although he might be in the dominant position, he knew she’d always have the real power. Like that giant equinoid she’d ridden around the arena, he was nothing but a besotted beast, tame to her hand and ready to be led wherever she wanted to go. Right now, they were both headed for the summit.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” He chanted the word, now jacking into her in a blur.

The pressure was rising, his balls were drawing up tight and hard, and a swelling sensation started at the base of his shaft. He was almost there. Lunging mindlessly, he fought for that last ounce of friction he needed to go over. Then Benni screamed beneath him, and her hungry sheath milked him with every spasm. End game.

A bellow burst from his lips with the same intensity as his seed exploded from his cock. It felt like his heart dropped into his testicles, a fierce pump contracting again and again to force his seed into Benni’s sweet channel. Moaning, he kept his arms braced so that the only place he touched her was where they joined. His spine arched as more cum flooded out of him.

“Oh, baby.” Beneath him, Benni crossed her ankles behind her head, freeing her hands to play with him. She moved her small fingers to his flat nipples and pinched them.

Varion’s eyes, squeezed shut in an agony of pleasure, suddenly popped wide.

She smiled up at him and tweaked his nipples again.

Growling her name, he felt an extra pulse of orgasm jolt through his shaft, spewing the last of his spunk with a final lurch. Still staring into her eyes, he let his shaky arms give out on him.

*

Benni wondered if it was her cue to leave when Varion withdrew his cock and rolled to his side. Although they’d gone out and had other types of fun together, their evenings usually ended when the lovemaking did. If he’d been anyone else, she would have been tiptoeing toward the door already, but she couldn’t bring herself to go yet. While her climax had been spectacular, watching him lose control trumped that and filled her with feminine pride. She knew him well enough to realize he didn’t give himself over to such abandon often. Maybe it went against his agent training or whatever. Speaking of which, she was still curious about what he was working on.

“So what brought you to the fairgrounds the other day?” Popping her feet out from behind her neck, she lowered her legs. “Palli isn’t in any trouble, is she?”

Benni had worked for Palli Farr for years, and she was loyal to her employer. There was no way her upstanding boss had done anything shady, but maybe she’d seen or heard something she wasn’t supposed to. Was the woman in danger?

“Huh?” Varion still looked dazed.

They were squashed together so closely she could feel how hard he was breathing. The poor guy was still recovering. That entitled her to a smug smile, although she still wasn’t going to let the subject drop.

“Palli,” she repeated. “Is she in trouble? Is that why you were working undercover at the fairgrounds?”

He blinked for a moment and then shook his head. “No, I wasn’t there for Ms. Farr. I’m following Willyem Gor.”

“Oh.” Gor must have been the older businessman he’d arrived with. “Why are you following him?”

“It’s just my job. Are you working tomorrow?”

Now it was her turn to look confused before she caught up with the change of topic. “Yes, but not until tomorrow night.”

“So you have the day free?”

“Yeah.”

“Why don’t you stay the night?” Varion slipped his arm around her waist to snuggle her. “You know we’ll have a really good time together.”

His husky tone, combined with the erection she already felt growing against her hip again, was far too tempting to refuse. Turning her head, she accepted his invitation with a long, savoring kiss.

With their lips still pressed together and tongues tangling, Benni watched in fascination as Varion began to shift again. His skin lightened to an olive tone, chocolate curls grew from his head until they fell across his shoulders, and his features refined until he looked like one of the paintings of a New Earthling angel. He moved her so that she was sitting on his lap and then stood with her in his arms.

“Time for bed,” he announced with a naughty grin.

Desire flared back to life, prickling Benni’s skin with goose bumps. His strength was an added aphrodisiac for her as he carried her up a spiral staircase to the open loft that served as his bedroom. His bed was large and sturdy and felt firm when he peeled back the covers and set her down across the width of it.

Before she could turn and lay her head on the pillow, Varion grabbed her legs and slipped underneath them as he joined her in bed. They lay perpendicular to each other: him on his side with Benni’s knees bent so that they rested atop his right hip. Reaching down, he set the broad tip of his erection against her entrance and flexed his thighs to delve inside her.

If he hadn’t already stretched her with their marathon downstairs, Benni thought it might have been too much. His cock was as fierce and brawny as ever, and this new angle put pressure on different areas. When he settled flush against her, buried to the hilt, they formed a “T.” Trying to adjust to the sensation, she breathed slowly and carefully.

“So, tell me about your job,” Varion said. “How did you get into trick riding?”

Surprise froze Benni for a second before her breath left her on a fluttery sigh. He was asking her this now?

“I love animals and—” Her words strangled in her throat when he pulled out and then shoved his hefty cock back into her.

“Go on.” He slid his hand over her thigh and up to her breast to circle it. His hips kept thrusting.

Although she started to pant, she fought to talk between moans. “When I was—ohhh—a teenager, I saw a vid special on equinoids. Toward the end of the—ah!—documentary, they showed a brief clip on trick riding. As soon as I saw that, I wanted to try it, so I begged my parents for lessons. We eventually tracked down a retired rider who was willing to teach me, and I just took to it. I’ve been riding ever since, and I’ve made a living at it since I graduated from high school. Mmm, that’s good.”

“Do you still enjoy it?” There was amusement in his voice and in his twinkling eyes.

“I love it,” she admitted, and she wasn’t just talking about her work.

“Do you like an audience?”

Biting her lip to hold back another groan, she nodded. She couldn’t reach him, so she fisted the sheet instead. “Harder please.”

His slow poking was enough to make her juicy and desperate, but not enough to send her over the edge. She needed more friction.

“Easy,” he said. “You’ve already had a hard ride tonight. Two actually. You put on a full show at the fairgrounds before our tag game, didn’t you?”

“Yes.” Ah, gods, she was getting ready to beg here.

“That must take a lot of energy. Lots of stamina.”

“I always have plenty of stamina.”

She attempted to prove it. Using her legs, Benni tried to pull herself into his strokes, but her back dragged against the sheets beneath her. She couldn’t manage it. Varion had the nerve to laugh. Then she felt his hot palm rasp over her tender nipple before he slid it down to her lower belly. Arching his hand, he began to circle her navel with the very tips of his fingers.

“Please.” The word slipped from her lips without thought.

Heedless of her urgency, he kept up his slow, deep prodding. At first, the circling motion of his hand was incidental, but after half a dozen thrusts, Benni felt her sensitivity hit a new plateau. The in-and-out friction of his cock combined with the round-and-round caress of his fingers, making her feel like he was threading a giant screw inside her.

Tension mounted, pleasure sizzled inside her womb, and still he relentlessly plumbed her. The hot crest of release remained just beyond her reach.

“Please, Varion.” She cried now, desperate for orgasm. “I need to come.”

He answered casually. “Then go ahead. You can come if you want to.”

His dick kept screwing, his hand kept circling, and her elusive climax stretched taut at her core, ready to slingshot along his length at any moment. Then he slipped his hand through her nether hair and brushed a single fingertip over her swollen clit. Release!

Benni’s back bowed as her climax bowled over her, making her vagina shudder and latch on to his shaft with great, sucking pulls. Orgasm pounded rings around his invading cock and left her snarling and sobbing like a wounded animal. With the last contraction, heat bathed her insides as Varion ejaculated inside her. Sweaty and satisfied, she fell completely limp.

Minutes, hours, eons later, she vaguely registered him pulling his soft cock out of her body. Then she was cocooned in strong, warm arms, held safe as she fell deeply asleep.

* * * *

The next morning, Varion awoke with a renewed erection and a sexy female tucked against his side. Although neither was unusual for him, this was the first time Benni had slept over. He was sure glad she’d accepted his invitation.

Her orange hair was spread like wildfire over his chest and pillow, and her lashes were still lowered in sleep. It was the only time he’d ever seen her completely still. With her boundless energy, she was usually in constant motion, and she seemed so much smaller and more delicate like this. He felt an unfamiliar sense of tenderness wash over him, mixing with his arousal to create something even more powerful.

Wanting to rouse her in the most wonderful way, he used a practiced wriggle to ease out from under her and slipped beneath the sheets. Under the tented covers, he found her as decadently naked as he’d left her. With gentle hands, he coaxed her onto her back without waking her and eased her legs apart to make room for himself. Settling on his stomach, he nuzzled her curls and parted her nether lips with his thumbs.

Her folds heated quickly when he put his lips to her. He could smell himself, his mark on her, mixed with her natural perfume. It made him growl possessively.

Tensing his tongue, he laved her slit and circled her exquisite nubbin, which was already flushed and growing. Although she moaned and shifted her legs restlessly, he could tell she was still mostly asleep. Varion licked again and lollipopped her clit before settling down to a nice, hard suckle. The textures of her—smooth and slick, firm and soft—combined with her intimate scent until his erection felt like it would burst.

He heard the speed of Benni’s breathing pick up. In the next instant, she was crushing his head with her thighs as she woke with a cry of orgasm. Grasping her legs with his hands, he held her still and stabbed her opening with his tongue to draw out her climax. She continued to yowl for at least half a minute, which left him feeling victorious as he kissed his way up her body.

Not one to fight his tastes, Varion snagged her calves and pushed them to either side so that she was lying spread-eagle for him. Without a word, he kissed his way right up to her mouth and slipped his turgid cock inside her. The pleasure of reentry was so intense he could only call it relief. He swallowed her sexy moan while he penetrated her as deeply as he could and settled himself fully against her.

Tracing her lips with his tongue, he drew back his hips like he had all the time in the world. Then he shoved his tongue behind her teeth and crashed forward with his pelvis at the same time. They both moaned loudly. Benni’s hands flew to his shoulders, and an erotic sting lashed his back as she dug her fingernails in. He was already pumping his cock into her, unable to slow, let alone stop and drag this out. The tight ring of muscle at the opening of her pussy massaged his shaft up and down with every stroke.

With their lips still locked, he continued to piston. The bite of her nails was all he needed to spur him on, but minutes later he felt the arches of her feet settle on his hips. Varion grew crazed. Although his nubile Flexian remained fully spread, she’d rotated and bent her legs so that each one was perpendicular to his body. It was the sexiest, most amazing thing he’d ever seen, and it flat out did it for him.

Winding his arms beneath her body and around her shoulders, he gripped her firmly so that he could pull her into his thrusts. Then he lost himself in the haze of impending orgasm as he pounded his cock into that precious burrow between her legs.

“Ah, gods, this is so much fun!” He shouted the declaration to the ceiling.

It wasn’t the most romantic thing to say, but it was all he could think of. Even if he’d had any brainpower left, he wasn’t the poetic type. Fortunately, Benni didn’t seem to mind.