Authors: Allie Ritch
“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.”
She did and instantly squeaked when the glove lit up in pulsating neon and began to vibrate up and down her palm and fingers.
His did the same when he activated it, except the middle finger had extra oscillation all the way around the tip.
“Now let’s have some fun.” He shifted over her.
Glancing at him through her lashes, she shot him a slow, sultry smile that had his cock full to bursting in seconds. “As long as we’re doing serious product research.”
Whitt was sure he had a clever rejoinder, but he forgot what it was the second she reached down to cup him in her gloved hand. It felt like his erection was being buffed from the core outward while tiny sparks made love in his balls. Precum dribbled out, causing him to grit his teeth against coming too soon.
And that was before she moved her hand. Spri always seemed to know just the right amount of pressure to inflict on his power bridges to leave him dancing on the laser-cut edge between pleasure and pain. She pumped his flesh several times and then did something that made him jolt like he’d been electrocuted. At the end of the next down-stroke, she buzzed his scrotum with her fingertips while cupping the head of his cock in her uncovered hand.
“Keep that up, and I’ll lose it all over you.” He tried to warn her, but she didn’t seem to care.
No, he was not about to come all over her again. Not until he was good and ready. Using the best distraction he could think of, he dipped his head to kiss her and got his motor skills working well enough to slip his hand between her legs.
“Ah!” She gasped when he made contact.
“Easy.” Her hand had convulsed so hard on his member his eyes crossed. “Let’s catch you up.”
Cupping her sex in his palm, he held there for a moment, letting the vibrations work their way deep inside. Only when her head kicked back did he use his fingers to part her folds and caress each lip. She was so wet he could feel the fabric of his glove slipping and sliding.
“I’ve never…tried…this.” She panted heavily.
Whitt kissed the corner of her mouth and smiled. “No? You’ve never used a vibrator?”
The shake of her head looked more like a spasm than an answer.
“Let me show you what you’ve been missing.”
Feeling a bit sadistic, he played his fingertip around and around her entrance before he finally pushed it inside. Moist heat enveloped his digit, easing his way. This was enough to make her arch and mewl, but he didn’t stop there. With a slow glide, he brought the pad of his thumb up to press directly against her clit.
“Whitt!”
“That’s it.” Gods, he’d never get tired of hearing her sob his name in pleasure.
The next second, he was grunting her name too as she began to stroke him again. This was one hell of a toy. There was no way either of them would last very long.
“More.” He growled, already feeling his lower back tighten.
The way he lay atop her, he had only one leg sandwiched between her knees. Spreading her wide, he made a space for himself and began humping her encircling hand while thrusting his finger in and out. It was a close simulation to having sex with her, but it wasn’t enough.
He tried to coax her. “Let me inside. Please, Spri. Let me in, and I promise I’ll make you feel good.”
Although she gazed up at him with longing, he could see her fighting the temptation. Her mouth twitched like she might say something. Then she just bit her lip and shook her head. Damn.
Unable to hold back anymore, Whitt furiously worked his erection in and out of her hand while doing her with only his finger. She came with a muffled screech seconds before his scalp turned hot and tingly and his dick overloaded. Orgasm blasted up his shaft like an electrical charge, spewing out of him with wave after wave of seed. The sound of Spri whimpering in pleasure made him desperate to see her face, but he couldn’t seem to pry his eyelids open.
Maybe it
was
possible to go blind from this. Gods knew his brain was short-circuiting, leaving him insensate to everything but two realities: his cock and her hand. When the pulses finally faded, he wasn’t even sure it was truly over. Ecstasy seemed to have set up a relay in his balls, echoing long after he’d come up dry.
“Stars above.” Groaning, he dropped onto the mattress. Paradoxically, he felt both drained and overexcited. “We’ve got to do that again.” It was the most incredible thing he’d ever felt.
“Again?” She sounded incredulous. “Now?”
He snorted. “A little later.”
Okay, maybe a lot later. The empty feeling at the base of his cock made him think he’d be down for the count awhile.
“Okay,” she agreed.
Whitt waited, knowing there would be at least one tiny condition, but also sure he’d deny her nothing. A second passed. Two.
“But I want another shower, and you have to feed me again. I’ve got the munchies.”
Although he didn’t know why, that made him laugh. Kissing her senseless, he climbed out of bed and got ready to make a food run while she cleaned up. He’d get something nice and warm to fill his Litting lover and recharge himself, and maybe they could order in a vid while they ate. If he saw something while he was out, he might pick up a little gift for her, too. It occurred to him that he’d never given her a present, not in all the time they’d been dating. Well, except for the toothbrush she was now using. But that didn’t count. Not even when it was silver with purple polka dots.
* * * *
Although Spri took the time to dry her hair and brush it while Whitt was gone, she didn’t bother getting fully dressed. Instead, she snagged one of his shirts, which covered her to the tops of her thighs. Pouring herself a glass of water from the kitchen, she then retreated to the bedroom and flicked on his vid screen. She’d just settled against the pillows when he came back in and filled the doorway.
“Food as requested,” he announced.
Spri tried to come up with something witty to say, but she drew a blank. At the moment, she was too distracted by the wonderful aromas wafting out of the stack of takeout boxes in his arms. The loud growl of her stomach retorted for her.
Whitt chuckled. “Right back at you. I’m starving too.”
Plopping down on the bed beside her, he began unpacking the food and spreading it in front of them like a picnic. She spotted hash browns, New Earthling pancakes, croissants stuffed with egg and cheese, Allurian smorg sausage, bacon, and even Litting crull chips dusted with sugar. There were also a couple of fruit-filled pastries peeking out of one of the far boxes.
“I figured since we had leftover dinner for breakfast, we might as well have breakfast for dinner,” he explained.
Salivating over the whole spread, she nodded. “I love it.” This was fun.
“Want to watch a movie?” Scrolling through their choices onscreen, he read off the newest releases. “Let’s see. The top viewer picks are the action adventure,
Jump Warrior II
, and
Leaving Brock
, a love story about a small-town girl who falls for…er…a middle-aged poet who suffers from depression.” He muttered the last part, and she swore his lip started to curl.
Spri couldn’t help it. She had to mess with him.
“A poet?” she asked excitedly. “Really? Do you think he writes a love poem for her?”
“Um.”
“How tragic that he suffers from depression, but the poignancy probably adds to the romance.”
“Hmm.”
“Do you think the hero’s name is Brock, or is that the name of the small town?”
“I don’t…that is, are you sure you’d…” His shoulders slumped. “I guess we’ll just have to watch and find out.”
Poor guy, she thought. He really was cute.
Unable to fake it anymore, she cracked up laughing. “Relax, honey. I have no intention of sitting through some sappy ‘chick-flick.’ I want to know what happened to Zudyphor after he was infected by alien nano-cyborgs at the end of
Jump Warrior I
. Do you think he’ll really betray his squad, or will Letaj figure out what’s going on with him first?”