Authors: Allie Ritch
“Look later.” Pulling her close, he pressed his lips to hers. “The bedroom. Don’t forget you need to see the bedroom.”
Spri giggled breathlessly while she kissed him back. Then he was walking backward and towing her through an open doorway. Out of the corner of her eye, she had a vague image of lots of holo-posters on the walls, a simple bed, and tones of gray and blue. That was all she had time to register before he pulled both their shirts off and tossed her on the mattress.
As she lay there, he discarded her shoes, pants, and underwear. She felt her bra shoot off like a slingshot when he popped the clasp and flung it away. His body was like a tropical heat wave bearing down on her, and she gasped when his firm chest flattened her breasts between them.
She murmured a protest. “Whitt, you’re rushing me.”
“That’s because I need you so much.” After mouthing her neck and shoulder, he shifted down to suck on her left nipple. When he glanced up, his eyes turned a stormier shade of blue. “Still enforcing the no-intercourse rule?”
Lost in a world of sensation, Spri had to shake her head to clear it. “Yes. No mounting.”
“How about just a little penetration?”
Her lips parted automatically to say no, but just then he slicked one finger down through the cream of her slit and slowly pushed it inside her. Kicking her head back, she felt her cheeks burn with a fiery blush at the same time that her legs fell open in invitation. She moaned when he slid in as far as he could reach.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” he whispered.
Taking advantage of her open legs, he settled between them with enough room to maneuver. He wiggled his finger, which made her squirm, before carefully pressing his teeth into the flesh of her breast. A millisecond later, Spri felt the drag of that same finger withdrawing until only the very tip remained inside. He shoved it back in.
“Whitt!” She keened when he set up a rhythm, except the sound was so strangled it came out more like “wee!”
The pad of his thumb landed on her clit, pressing and prodding and sliding over the sensitive bud. With his mouth fastened on her breast, she couldn’t watch the action below, which meant she jolted when a second finger pressed into her sheath on the next reentry.
Her breast popped free of his mouth, but he only lifted his head far enough so that his lips brushed her nipple with every word he spoke. “Come for me, Spri. Just like this. You know you want to.”
In answer, her inner muscles rippled and clenched around his invading fingers. When he started to pump faster, she knew she was lost. The pressure rose, her skin was so flushed she felt like she had a chemical burn, and her vagina gushed all over his hand. That’s when she noticed his body was rocking over hers. He was thrusting his hips against the sheets in time to his stroking. It looked and almost felt like he was making love to her. That image—the rightness of it—was enough.
“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.