Authors: Allie Ritch
“Oh, please.” She squealed something unintelligible under her breath.
She’d never known it could be this good. His hot mouth was pressed to her, the cool night air wafted over her exposed body, and the stars filled her vision overhead. And then he did that thing with his tongue, flicking it so fast it fluttered like a living thing inside her. Her womb pulled in tight, and then her orgasm was there, breaching outwards again and filling her with intense, racking spasms that pulsed through every nerve ending.
When she finally stopped bucking and lay limp, Trett lifted his head. “Great or just all right?”
She moaned in response.
Chapter Nine
A Lot to Swallow
Feeling smug and vaguely dazed, Trett swept his hands over Mera’s naked body one more time before letting her recover. He had no intention of leaving things like this, but he was so close to coming he knew he’d better take a moment to regain his control. After bending down for their dishes, he used the excuse of cleaning up to retreat into the house for a moment.
It only took him a couple of minutes to store their leftovers. He’d just put the dishes in the automatic washer when he heard a whistle behind him. There Mera stood, completely unabashed even though she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Of course, she had nothing that warranted covering up as far as he was concerned, so he was happy with the view. All that aerobics did a body good.
“You didn’t really think you’d get away with that, did you?” Her voice was laced with sultry challenge.
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you complaining?”
Her answering smile made his balls feel tight. “No, but I do plan to even the score.”
Her bare feet were silent as she glided closer and swept her hands over his chest. His head started to spin as those soft, mobile lips of hers covered his mouth, and he actually shuddered when she tugged his shirt up and touched his naked skin. She only broke from the kiss long enough to pull the offending material over his head, and then she started thrusting her tongue into his mouth while she pressed her small breasts against his chest.
“I love how tough and lean you are.” She worked her way past his mouth and down his neck.
Just like that, his ego puffed up higher than his erection. Contrasted with the hulking Nimanians or the muscular Brachoi, Ibration males were sometimes considered scrawny because they were so trim. Apparently his Oquaran lover had a different perspective.
A hiss of anticipation escaped him as she opened his pants and dragged them down his legs. Since he was at home, he hadn’t put on any shoes or socks, so he easily stepped free of the encumbrance. On her way back up, she caught her first good look at him, and he saw her eyes widen.
“You are a big boy,” she whispered, but he knew she wasn’t referring to his penis so much as the stones beneath.
“Ibrations have bigger testicles.” He practically wheezed as precum pearled on his glans. “That’s why we come so much and hold so much semen. It makes us more fertile. At least, when we’re not on contraceptives, which I am.”
She nodded, but her gaze remained transfixed as she reached out and grasped his balls. Even the light pressure of her fingers was unbearable, although he couldn’t tell if he was in agony or bliss. As she straightened, he started to draw her close, but she pinned him with a fierce stare and shook her head. She let go of his aching testicles and planted one palm right over his heart.
“Back.” She pushed him into the high counter behind him.
Trett’s breath escaped him in excited gusts when he realized what she wanted. Bracing his hands against the edge, he hopped up so he could sit on the countertop. She dragged her nails down the tops of his thighs and stepped between his knees. He knew he should warn her or try to go for a condom, but he couldn’t seem to speak, let alone move. She must have seen the raw need in his eyes too, because she didn’t tease him.
In one fell swoop, she sucked his penis into her mouth and ringed the rest of his shaft with her hand. She moved down until his tip just bumped her throat and then drew up for another stroke. The bulb near the base of his shaft engorged. Already primed, he felt his penis start to shake before he could do more than grunt. Unfortunately, she wasn’t experienced with this motion, so she didn’t know how to compensate.
“Watch the teeth.” He squeaked as his sensitive shaft banged against the hard edges.
Before he could pull out, she firmed her lips into a tighter “O,” and his concerns were washed away by his impending orgasm. His lower back tightened until even his thigh muscles tensed. Then his climax was stampeding up his shaft like liquid gold. He vaguely heard his head thunk against the cabinets as he roared.
To his pleasant surprise, Mera kept sucking and swallowing, drawing out his pleasure. When the next tremors started, he saw comprehension dawn in her eyes, but it was already too late for this round. With a final tremble, his penis erupted again, feeding her his essence while she fed him an orgasm that went beyond rapture.
“Use your hand.” He barely managed to growl the advice.
She pulled away to clasp him with both hands, and he immediately wanted to cry out over the loss of her hot mouth. Not wanting to end the night by gagging her, though, he enjoyed the next best thing. When his dick erupted a third and fourth and fifth time, it spurted like a fountain and covered her beautiful breasts and belly. Somehow, the primitive act of marking her increased his pleasure tenfold, and so the last orgasm took his breath away. He tried to bellow when he climaxed, but his yell was muted. Trett went blind as he grimaced in ultimate pleasure.
After a minute or two, he pried his eyes open and found her watching him so tenderly he nearly wept. He pulled her into his arms and winced when he felt the cold, sticky residue he’d left behind.
“I think we need a shower,” she mumbled against his shoulder.
He just nodded and led her to the master bath.
They both cleaned up before collapsing in bed together.
* * * *
Trett was so exhausted and replete he didn’t even seem to dream, although he awoke in the middle of an erotic fantasy. As the amber glow of morning crept through the skylight in his bedroom, he felt his cock wrapped in tight heat. He had a vague recollection of silky hands on his shaft and the brush of something oily, but now he was fully engulfed. Opening his eyes, he found the sheet tented around his legs.
He threw back the covers. “Good morning.”
Mera laughed around a mouthful of cock, which sent echoes up his shaft. She must have already sucked him in more than once because his erection was starting to vibrate. His head thrashed from side to side, and he spotted a small, torn packet next to him near the pillow. Apparently, she’d slipped a Bare Touch condom onto his member before he’d come fully awake. Judging by the string of sensations rocketing up his penis, the brand was aptly named. He couldn’t even feel he had it on.
Instant orgasm! Semen flooded out of him, making the tip of his cock grow hot in the backwash. No longer at risk of choking on it, Mera didn’t let up. Instead, she did something he’d never experienced before. Instead of just sucking his dick deep while it shimmied, she bobbed her head up and down to stroke him. At this point, if he’d been inside her vagina, he never could have thrust, so the extra friction was as novel as it was mind-blowing. He came with something that sounded embarrassingly like a sob. And he couldn’t stop.
Trett had to fist his hands in the sheets to keep from hitting the ceiling as she continued to stroke him. She brought him off again and again. Semen spilled out from under the second skin of the condom, and still more shot out of him. She grabbed the swollen bulb of his penis—what should have trapped him inside her sheath during sex—and squeezed it. His eyes bugged out as a final blast of fluid pumped out of his cock, and then he had to push her away. He was so tender he couldn’t take another second of her torture.
Licking her lips, she returned a gloating smile as she slid up his torso to kiss him. Little did she know, he had plans for her later today.
*
Mera felt triumphant all the way through breakfast, which she was pleased to find consisted of a blend of ethnic foods, including a few of her favorite Oquaran fruits. Afterwards, despite his protests, she convinced Trett to go for a run. Thanks to her orgasms last night and the high she’d gotten off his pleasure this morning, her whole body was singing. It felt good to open up her stride and get her endorphins pumping. His neighborhood was pretty and peaceful in the morning light, and she liked to run outdoors. Usually she just used the indoor track at the gym since the sidewalks near her block were too narrow and cluttered for a decent jog.
Trett proved a fit and tireless running partner, and he kept to her side the entire time without lagging. When they got back, they shared a shower long enough to fool around a bit. All right, maybe it was more than a little bit because it was nearly lunchtime before they made it out of the house again. They headed downtown and caught an al fresco blues concert at a small music and art festival in the park.
The beat was moody and moving, the sky was clear, and the positive energy of the crowd was contagious. They spent the first half hour glancing at the artwork and making as many comments about the artists as their wares. Then they maneuvered themselves into a good position to watch and listen to the band. Partially shaded by a nearby tree, she and Trett stood shoulder to shoulder and enjoyed the show. Neither of them said a word through several songs, yet the silence between them wasn’t uncomfortable.
In fact, everything was so perfect Mera felt like she was drifting on a cloud. When he held her hand, her heart turned over. Everything was happening so fast—it was too soon—and yet she thought maybe she…was falling in love with him? Yes, she had to still be falling because she hadn’t known him long enough to really love him yet. Except it felt like maybe she did.
As if he heard her thinking too loudly, Trett turned to look at her. She nearly melted at the fierce tenderness in his gaze. He gave her hand a gentle squeeze and smiled, and she was lost all over again.
“Having fun?” he asked.
Mera had to swallow before she could say yes.
His grin took on a hungry edge. “Ready to get out of here? Maybe head home and have some more fun?”
It must have been the heat that made her flush because she wasn’t much of a blusher. At least, that’s what she told herself when her insides warmed with sweet anticipation.
“Oh, yeah.” She flicked her eyes over him in estimation. “I love a good time. We really should go now.”
She noticed the timbre of her voice made his eyes darken, and he didn’t let go of her hand as they threaded their way through the crowd. Suspense mounted when their progress was slowed by various groups still perusing the art. Mera chanced a glance at Trett’s crotch and was pleased to note he was partially aroused, though not to a point that was obvious to a casual observer. For her own part, the folds between her legs felt slicker with every step she took, and they weren’t even out of the park yet.
It took them another ten minutes to clear the event area, and then they rode the tram for more than double that time. She played with his fingers while he nuzzled her neck. After stepping off the tram, they practically sprinted the rest of the way to his door. Once inside, he pressed her into the wall and kissed her long and deep.
“I just had to do that first,” he said when he surfaced for air. “I had to kiss you.”
“I’m not complaining.” She was just as breathless.
Trett gently stroked her hair behind her ear, and she noticed, not for the first time, that he appeared fascinated by her silvery locks. He met her gaze squarely again.
“Mera, I need to try something with you. It’s a sort of test—a way to check out the possibilities. I need you in the bedroom.” He tugged on her hand and led her back to the master suite.
She cocked one eyebrow at him. “What do you have in mind?”
“You’ll see.” He got her to the side of the bed, alternately kissing her and stripping off her clothes to keep her quiet.
Mera shivered when he clasped her bare breasts and palmed her nipples. Then she moaned when those same clever hands slid around to squeeze her butt. His erection prodded her stomach when he pulled her closer, and there was nothing subtle about it now. He only allowed her to pull his shirt off before he closed in again.
“Leave the pants.” He grunted when she tried to wiggle a hand between them.
For maybe the first time in her life, she pouted. She didn’t have long to dwell on the denial, however, because he was dipping her backward to spread her on the bed. Since they’d never bothered to make it in the first place, she hit the exposed sheet and felt it glide coolly beneath her buttocks and shoulders.
“Stay there.” He walked away long enough to pull something out of a dresser drawer
Mera couldn’t see what it was. When he came back to the bedside, he kept it behind his back even after he sat beside her.
“What are you doing?” she asked, trying to prop herself on one elbow.
He pressed her back down with one hand. “Do you trust me?”
She blinked. “Yes.”
“Good.” He leaned over to kiss her on the lips. “I need you to keep trusting me, Mera. Trust me to understand your needs and not hurt you. Trust me to listen if you say something upsets you or doesn’t feel right. We’re just going to try this.”
Although she braced herself for a nervous flutter in her stomach, it didn’t materialize. That was the moment she realized just how much she did trust him: more than she’d trusted any male in her life.
As if he could read her mind, Trett smiled. Then he revealed what he had in his other hand, and her eyes widened. She watched speechlessly as he popped open a tube of lubricant and began anointing a flesh-colored dildo.
“I admit I was pretty embarrassed when I went to shop for this,” he said before she regained her faculties. “It was my first time in an adult store like that, and the checkout girl gave me a funny look when I bought it. Or maybe the look was just my imagination. Do you have any idea how many different kinds of these they sell?”