Authors: Allie Ritch
“And are you a player?” She had to glance at him over her shoulder when he stepped behind her.
“I’ve been known to play. When I do, I play hard, and I always play to win.”
She took another hearty gulp of the tea and set it aside.
“So, did he?” Krux slid one of his palms up her right arm while he brushed aside her hair, baring her neck.
“Did he what?” she whispered.
“Did your boyfriend’s play work? Did he get lucky?” Planting a third hand on her hip, he sent his fourth sliding toward her right breast. Just as his marauding palm cupped her through her bodice, he pressed a gentle kiss to her exposed nape.
She couldn’t repress a sensual shiver. “He would have gotten lucky anyhow. The tea just sped things up.”
His growl of approval stirred the hair behind her ear. Seconds later, a cooler breeze struck her back from her shoulders to the top of her buttocks. Her clever Brachoi had managed to open the seal of her dress without her realizing it.
“You have a gentle touch for such a large man,” she said, feeling slightly giddy.
“I know when to be gentle.”
Gripping her sleeves, he peeled her dress down until it puddled around her feet. Since she hadn’t worn a bra, this left her in nothing but lacy panties and heels.
“I also know when to be rough,” he warned her.
She found herself spun around and hoisted up onto the island counter. A girlish squeal escaped her—a sound she hadn’t made in years.
With one hand on each of her knees, he parted her thighs with a hard shove so he could step between them.
Katra’s breasts rose and fell with each excited breath she took.
“It should have been me on that demonstration table with you,” he said. “I’m the only man you need between your legs.”
His conceit should have ignited her temper, but she was too far gone for that. Her breathing grew shallow, her nipples budded so tightly they ached, and the cool countertop heated beneath her damp panties.
Staring at her in challenge, Krux clutched her head between his hands, imprisoning her so he could ravish her mouth. At the same time, she felt a tug at her underwear as he stripped it from her. Her panties snagged on the toes of her shoes before plopping to the floor in surrender.
Not one to remain passive, Katra reached out to attack the front of his shirt despite the dizzying vortex he’d plunged her into with his kiss. She pushed the material off his upper shoulders while he kicked off his shoes and shucked his pants. His pecs were hard and hot beneath her hands, and she felt his muscles flex as she explored his topography. Before she reached his southern hemisphere, he shackled her wrists.
His strength was an aphrodisiac all by itself. He lifted her like she was a weightless doll and positioned her on her back in the center of the island. A sigh of appreciation escaped her when he crawled over her prone body. Although she lifted her head to kiss him, he stayed maddeningly out of reach, letting her know exactly who was in charge.
Before she could even think of struggling, he had her wrists pinned above her head with one hand and a restraining palm against her hipbone. Her legs were spread wide around his hips, although he didn’t so much as graze her with that long, burning brand jutting from between his legs.
“Are you ready for me?” he asked.
Moisture spilled out of her in a rush, trickling down her cleft. She nodded helplessly, but flinched when he used his free hand to lightly spank the outside of her sex.
“You like that.” He did it again. And again.
Katra squirmed. The smacking rhythm mimicked the outward lunging of a male rutting over her. Each impact vibrated through her entire pelvis, making her hot and desperate. She tried to free her hands to grab him, but he wouldn’t let her go.
“Now I’m the man who has you on the table.” His voice lowered to a whisper as he moved his mouth to her ear. “I’m going to make you scream for me, Katra.”
Although her body trembled with need and anticipation, she still glared at him defiantly. “Do your worst.”
Perhaps she should have held her tongue. In the next instant, she was writhing uncontrollably as he claimed her with one slow, ruthless thrust. His erection was massive enough to strain her at the seams, but the pressure was just what she wanted. Then something prodded her clit, and she glanced down to see that extra appendage she’d noticed before. Nestled just above his cock, it looked like a skinny second penis—a flexible fingerling projection almost as long as his dick. The tip was shaped like a small suction cup or inverted mushroom and was covered in a clear, sticky nectar. As she watched, it settled over her distended clitoris and glued on.
“You’ll like that too,” he promised her. “Now let’s see if I can hit the right spots.”
Katra opened her mouth to say something—she wasn’t sure what—but all that came out was a gasp. The moment he started to thrust, she discovered the purpose of the extra appendage. It prodded her juicy clit on every in-stroke and then circled over it on each retreat. Never once did it slip out of place. The texture was just rough enough to tickle her with marvelous friction.
His body was built for sex, and he had the erotic genius to match. It only took him three strokes to locate her first T-spot.
“There’s one,” he announced victoriously.
Katra whimpered. The nerves there were so raw and unprotected she couldn’t help but shy away from the contact. His hands remained firm, however, and kept her right where he wanted her. She only had a brief reprieve while he searched for her other spot.
“I enjoy a good treasure hunt. Now where are you hiding it, darling? Tell your lover where that nice, sweet spot is burrowed.” He adjusted his angle with every stroke, each try drawing him closer to that magical bundle of nerves.
It had been so long since anyone had touched her there. She was nearly delirious, but she was also growing panicked. This didn’t feel like the casual sex she was used to. He was taking her over. If he forced an orgasm on her, he’d own that part of her. She couldn’t let that happen.
“Let go.” She struggled in earnest.
Krux looked down at her with something close to tenderness painted across his reddened face. “It’s okay, Katra. You’re safe in my arms. I’ve got you.”
Her heart flipped over even as it continued to pound. Then he struck.
Hunching his back, Krux punched forward with his hips and jabbed her second trigger spot head-on. Katra yelped in a combination of rapture and distress. Then he did it again.
“Ah, gods!” she cried.
“No gods.” He chuckled. “Just me. Two-step with me, Katra.”
Her breath strangled in her throat as he set up the perfect rhythm. He began a dance that pummeled the head of his erection back and forth between those two spots. Nudge, bang, nudge, bang. Her nerve endings screamed under the battery, and her womb turned molten. After all this time, an orgasm was finally bearing down on her.
“Please!” She keened and twisted and bucked, but he held her in place.
He slid the hand on her breast down to cup her bottom and tilt her hips at the right angle. His fingers dug in until she was sure she could feel his fingerprints.
“Oh yeah, there you are.” He grunted. “That feels so nice. You were made for me, Katra. Don’t worry. I won’t make you wait this time. Come for me.”
His thrusts grew so vigorous her full breasts jiggled with every snap of his hips, and yet he never missed his mark. The titanium hard tip of his penis bludgeoned her trigger spots again and again, while his other projection tortured her defenseless clit. The pleasure was so intense it hurt. She couldn’t take it. She was going to break!
“You’ll come when I say so,” he growled.
He plunged faster and harder, poking and prodding. Her womb grew tight, and her vaginal walls began to shudder and clench. Then she reached some kind of erotic plateau she’d never even dreamed of. This orgasm didn’t feel like anything she’d ever experienced with another man. It was bigger, sharper, more primal. Like a living thing, it had teeth, and it was going to eat her alive.
With her eyes squeezed shut, she tossed her head from side to side. The countertop beneath her was as hard and merciless as his surging body pinning her down.
“Look at me.” He left her no escape.
When she did, she was nearly swallowed by his fierce gaze.
He never broke his rhythm. “Give me your orgasm, Katra. Let go and give it to me now.”
Krux thrust so hard she expected to see his cock sticking out of her belly button. Katra barely had time to suck in her breath to scream. Tingles rippled up and down her whole body as she convulsed again and again. Although he had her restrained, he stilled and held his erection high and hard to give her sheath something to hold on to in this storm of sensation. She didn’t realize she was sobbing until he wiped the tears from her cheek with one finger.
“That’s what I want.” He murmured the words warmly, gratefully. As if
she’d
just given
him
mind-blowing pleasure.
When she continued to tremble with aftershocks, the spasms made her latch on to the hard length of him inside her.
Wait a second. Katra blinked. He was still hard?
“I want to see that again.” Drawing out, he began to ram into her all over again.
*
Krux had never felt more powerful and masculine than he did at that moment. The look of shock on Katra’s face when he started lashing her toward another climax was priceless. Here he had this ripe, beautiful woman pinned submissively on his kitchen counter, and she was his to do with as he pleased. If he wanted to, he could sink his staff into the tight hot spring between her legs from now until dawn. This was paradise.
“Please, Krux.” She whimpered. “I can’t. Not again.”
He liked his name on her swollen lips. Krux also liked that glint of greed she couldn’t quite hide. Although she may have been afraid of this pleasure, she wanted it bad.
“Yes, you can.” He picked up the pace, and his voice roughened with mounting desire. “I’ll make you.” Even if it killed him.
While he’d barely resisted coming with her the first time, he knew the longer wait would make his ejaculations more potent. Already his lower back was cramping, and his balls felt like they were knotting up. He banged her precious trigger spots unceasingly and caught her tears of rapture on his tongue. To his surprise, she licked him back, running her scalding mouth along the straining cords of his neck.
“Mmm.” The sound turned into a wild moan.
Feeling the tension building in her body, he knew she was close. Her vagina formed a tight inferno around his invading shaft while her thighs and gently rounded tummy offered a soft cradle for his hips. He gave her the poke she needed, and her inner muscles clamped down on his dick like a vise.
Krux howled. The orgasm tackled him from behind and steamrolled out of his throbbing cock until he was sure he’d spurt blood. Feeling Katra receiving his seed beneath him, watching her writhe while she milked him, had him ejaculating again and again. The pulses went on forever until he was finally spent. It was the most perfect completion he’d ever experienced.
Releasing her wrists, he pushed up to check on his lovely, limp Duosien. He pulled out of her with regret, disengaging his other member from her clit with a gentle pop. She whimpered and wiped at her wet lashes.
“Are you okay?”
“Of course.” She snapped the words with her usual spirit. Still, he could tell she looked shaky.
“Come here.” He slid off the counter and gathered her in his arms. “Let me hold you for a while. I’ll take you to bed.”
To his surprise, she didn’t fight him or demand to walk on her own. Instead, she buried her face against his shoulder while he stroked her bare back and hair.
Chapter Four
Anything Worth Doing
Usually so sure of herself, Katra didn’t know what to make of this dizzy feeling. She’d had Krux pegged as an arrogant, controlling, demanding male who made her want to snarl with pique. To a large extent, he was all those things. However, she was fast learning that he was also generous and considerate, giving as much or more than he took.
In the aftermath of the most incredible orgasm—correction:
orgasms
—she’d ever had, he offered to hold her. When they reached the bedroom, he turned down the covers, lowered her gently, and removed the shoes still strapped to her feet. Lifting each foot, he kissed her insteps before tucking her in and climbing in beside her. He held her possessively against his side with her head cushioned on his shoulder and kept running his fingers through her hair and rubbing her back.
“I expected a smug look on your face,” she told him.
One dark eyebrow quirked up at her. “And you don’t think I deserve to look a little smug?”
She returned an amused smile. “I think we both deserve to. And yet you don’t appear to be gloating.”
Instead, his face was suffused with something remarkably tender. It was a look she’d never expected to see from him, and she had to wonder if her own expression reflected the feeling. None of this was going as expected.
“I never gloat.” He interrupted his next words with a series of tiny kisses on her mouth. “I appreciate, savor, cherish, or rejoice, but I never gloat.”
Her lips curved against his. “Is that so?”
“Exactly so.”
Firming his hand against her back, he took the kiss deeper. His tongue flicked out to tease the seam of her lips until she opened for him, and then they were dueling with quick thrusts and swirls. One of his hands snuck down to caress her bottom. She managed to tweak his flat nipple before he got a hold of her breast.
When Krux groaned, the sound vibrated down her throat. He broke away to send his mouth cruising along her neck. Katra’s pulse began to hammer until she knew he had to feel it fluttering beneath his warm lips. He slid his shoulder out from under her head and shifted over her so that she was sprawled on her stomach beneath him.
Using her own hair to tickle her nape, he continued to taste his way across her skin. She shivered when he pushed her locks aside to kiss her directly between her shoulder blades. Then her eyes widened when he slipped his legs between hers and settled the length of his body against her back. He was fully erect once more, and she felt his crown probe her opening before he carefully, oh so slowly, pushed inside.