Alien Sex 103 (7 page)

Varion grumbled. Reluctantly abandoning her lips, he spun her around so that she was sitting on top of him with her back to his chest. He reached down to fist the hem of her dress and hike it up to her waist. The moment he tried to lift her, though, her knees hit the underside of the control panel and his elbow whacked the door. They both muttered curses.

“This isn’t going to work,” she complained.

“Hang on.” Inspiration struck.

With the punch of a few buttons, he sent the driver’s seat sliding back as far as it would go. This still didn’t leave Benni much room, but he knew his little Flexian was limber.

“Cross your legs,” he told her. “Lotus position.”

She must have been as randy and desperate as he was because she complied instantly. In seconds, she had her legs folded to the sides instead of in front of her.

“Just like that.” He gripped her waist.

She was so tiny she weighed practically nothing, and he’d left himself plenty of leverage. Lifting her straight up, he positioned her over his rigid staff and searched out the right slot. Her cream led him directly to it, and then he was sinking into molten honey as he lowered her over his cock. Their combined moans filled the compact space.

Benni whimpered. “It’s good. Hurry.”

No need to tell him twice. After lifting her up again, he thrust his hips and yanked her down onto his dick with a quick bucking motion. It worked beautifully. Nothing hampered them, so he did it again. With his hands clasped around her waist, he stroked her up and down his erection like a satin glove, pumping her over him faster and faster in the same shattering rhythm he used to masturbate. It felt unbelievable.

All thoughts of fancy dinners and playing the gentleman fell far behind, along with whatever concerns he harbored about her reaction to his looks. Instead, everything was reduced to the simplest formula: one peg, one hole, and a hell of a lot of pleasure. His orgasm curdled in his balls and rushed to the base of his cock, ready to boil over at any second.

Three strokes later, he reached critical mass. Benni keened and threw her head back over his shoulder, and he felt her sheath ripple and clamp down on his shaft. All the sensations in his body coalesced between his legs and launched out of his dick in a hot rush.

Suspended in climax, Varion didn’t know how much time passed before he forced his hands to let go of her tiny waist. Still breathing hard, he kissed Benni’s nape and helped shift her back over to the passenger side. Her pale skin looked deliciously flushed.

“That was incredible,” she said. “I’ve tried a lot of positions in my life, but I have to admit that was a new one. You are some kind of strong.”

Pride had him puffing out his chest even as he slipped his deflated penis back in his pants.

“If you liked that, just wait until I get you home.” He knew she’d have him hard again in no time. “I have plans for you tonight.”

“Oh?”

Activating the vehicle, he pulled out and headed for his loft. Desire still hummed through his veins, making him flash an arrogant smile as he drove.

“One word for you,” he announced. “Piledriver.”

She didn’t say anything, but he heard her breathing quicken.

*

This was what Benni loved about Varion. Nothing, certainly not dating or sex, was ever boring with him because she never knew what to expect. She was also left wondering when he was going to change his appearance again. So far, he was still playing the fallen angel—the longest she’d ever seen him hold a single form.

When they reached his doorstep, she ran her fingers through his dark curls while he unlocked the door. “Who’s going to do wicked, kinky things to me tonight? This pretty boy with silky hair?”

His frown was unexpected. “Me,” he answered seriously. “Always me: Varion.”

Uncertain of his mood, she returned a quick nod. “Of course.”

She’d only meant it flirtatiously. Did he think she was sleeping with other men? Once they’d gone exclusive, that was it for her. Usually her Multan was all the variety she needed, and Benni was a woman of her word. So if he felt like wearing his new favorite face tonight, that was fine. She just didn’t understand the sudden change—or lack thereof.

“Is this your real face?” It suddenly occurred to her that maybe that’s why he liked it.

“Real face?”

“The one you were born with,” she said. “I know you Multans can change your outward features from birth, but you must pop out wearing a first look. Is this the grown-up version of how you looked when you were born?”

He let her enter the apartment first and followed her in. “It doesn’t exactly work like that. Multan babies are born with slack features until they build up enough muscle control to arrange and rearrange their appearance. So we never do have a particular face. As for skin tone, we mimic whatever coloring our mother happens to be wearing when we come out of her.”

“Really?” That was interesting. “So what skin tone was your mother wearing?”

Taking her hand, he shot her a small smile before leading her upstairs. “She wouldn’t say. Actually, most parents won’t. On Multa, nobody gives it any thought since we all change constantly, and the physical traits other races use to identify people aren’t important to us. Off the home planet, the majority of Multan parents don’t want to tell their kid what color they started out. They don’t want their child identifying with one particular race or way of being.”

Leading her over to his bed, he pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.

“So you see,” he added while he unsealed her dress. “All my faces belong to me. I’m all you get.”

“You’re what I want.” She was surprised he hadn’t figured that out by now.

With her hands trapped between them, Benni began undoing his shirt and was rewarded with his hot skin beneath her palms. Lowering her head, she tongued one of his flat nipples, which was currently an enticing cocoa color. Rewarded by the groan that rumbled out of his broad chest, she smiled as she tasted a hint of salt from their sweaty exertions in the car.

Cool air kissed her back and bare buttocks seconds after her dress hit the floor. The pressure eased between her breasts, and she realized he’d also popped open her bra. He took the undergarment with him as he stepped back to look at her.

“Like candy.” He reached out to circle each areola with a fingertip.

Even that light touch had her nipples pebbling harder, causing gooseflesh to prickle all over her body. Fresh nectar gushed from between her legs, bathing her swollen folds and the insides of her thighs. She started to reach for her necklace to take it off, but he stopped her.

“Leave the jewelry. I like it.”

A shiver ran down her spine at his eager tone. Giving him what he wanted, she left her necklace and armbands in place while she slipped out of her shoes. Her jewelry was now the only thing she was wearing. Closing the distance between them, she snagged him by the waistband of his pants.

“Come out and play,” she said.

With one deft move of her fingers, she had his erection jutting free of his pants, as long and thick as she’d ever seen it. Following the fabric down, she pushed his pants to the floor and helped him out of his shoes and socks. She made sure to blow hot air over his shaft on her way back up, but she never quite touched his cock. Pushing his jacket off his shoulders, she had to loosen his tie before she could shove his shirt off. She didn’t discard the tie, though. Instead, she left it around his neck and used it like a leash to lead him to the foot of the bed. The slick fabric slid out of her fingers when she sat down on the edge of the mattress and lay back.

“Let’s see what you’ve got, lover.” She threw down the challenge knowing he wouldn’t disappoint her.

Although he appeared huge and fierce standing over her, the glimmer in his eye made him look like he was laughing in delight. Instead of crooking his lips in a grin, though, he used his mouth to plunder her sex as he dove between her legs.

The first touch was a shock, especially since she’d never seen him move so fast. One second he was standing over her, and the next he was kneeling at the foot of the bed, bent over her pussy like a supplicant. His lips suckled her clit in strong pulls, while he jammed his finger into her and began to twirl it.

“Varion!” Her body jolted like she was a live wire.

His only response was to flutter his tongue and pump his finger in and out.

Already hurtling toward a speedy climax, she lifted her hips into every thrust. As soon as he had a nice flame burning inside her, he pulled away and walked to the head of the bed. She had a moment to whine in complaint before he returned and stuffed a pillow under her hips. Benni wound up as precariously perched as those silly food towers she’d seen at the restaurant tonight.

Varion’s hands were hot where he grabbed her thighs and cranked her pelvis even higher. The blood rushing to her head scalded her cheeks, but she couldn’t tell how much was due to the angle and how much to simple lust. Above her, his penis stood out long and fat and proud, ready to penetrate her.

Within moments, that hard, glorious male flesh was poised at her entrance and tunneling into her. Tiny orgasms sparkled inside her vagina, amplified by the mounting pressure as he sank in as deeply as he could go. He felt enormous like this—any more and it would have been painful. As it was, she felt a giddy sort of helplessness.

Benni held her breath as he drew back his hips for the first plunge. Although she knew it was going to be violent, she still gasped when he drove in again. The downward angle made it feel like he was drilling toward her throat, and she didn’t have enough leverage to move. Whether she would have shied away or thrust up for more, she wasn’t sure.

Wham! He reamed her again and closed his eyes with a blissful expression. When his lashes parted, she saw the feral expression in his gaze. She gave up all hope of catching her breath. Her thigh muscles flexed as he released a lusty growl and began a hard, driving pump that made his balls smack against her with every down stroke.

Her womb contracted once … twice … and then pleasure bubbled up continuously under his assault. Beneath their moaning and groaning, the slick sound of good humping filled the room, accompanied by the spanking noise of skin against skin. Her cream lubricated him so generously she expected it to shower down on her like a waterfall.

This was true penetration—an invasion Benni couldn’t begin to control or absorb. All she could do was go along for the ride as he pounded her into oblivion. Poised on the edge, she cried out when the volume cranked up on the orgasm inside her. She was already feeling little mini-tremors bouncing up and down her sheath.

“Me, me, me,” he chanted. “Scream my name, Benni. Tell me who’s taking you.”

Whimpering in pleasure, she surrendered to his continued plundering even as she quaked at the intensity of the climax bearing down on her. She couldn’t take it.

He growled. “Tell me, dammit. I’m taking you. Me. Cry my name.”

“Varion!” Too crazed to resist, she screamed it.

Her body imploded. It felt like she turned inside out around his cock. A never-ending pulse of pleasure kept her convulsing as she dangled helplessly from his shaft. Then he was bellowing to the ceiling and pouring himself into her, a scalding stream of cum that should have had her overflowing but somehow managed to find a space in the reservoir of her body. She expected to hear a gurgling sound as her pussy sucked him dry.

They were both shaking when he finally lowered her hips and pulled free, and the bed bounced when he crashed beside her. He didn’t even twitch. Only the fast rise and fall of his chest assured her he was still alive.

Although they’d made love countless times, something seemed different about this encounter. Benni felt like Varion had taken something from her this time—claimed her in some way. Which was ridiculous. They were just having fun together. Weren’t they?

I-Spy

Varion awoke the next morning to two things: Benni’s warm, naked body spooned up against his and the obnoxious blare of his Monday morning wake-up alarm. The latter he could have done without.

With a sigh of resignation, he shifted away from her delicious heat and murmured a voice command to shut off the noise. Benni released a soft groan of protest at his departure but didn’t fully wake up. Varion was flattered. He’d actually managed to exhaust his usually tireless lover.

Leaning over her, he kissed her forehead and tucked the sheet higher over her bare shoulder. “It’s all right. You can sleep in while I get ready.”

In response, she mumbled incoherently and rolled over.

Varion headed for the shower to clean up and then got dressed in his work clothes. He left his suit jacket and tie off for now, and he wasn’t yet ready to don his Rion Nach features. More and more, that persona was starting to chafe. He at least wanted to get some breakfast first.

When he was halfway down the stairs, he heard his shower turn on. His sleepy Flexian was awake after all and was no doubt standing glossily naked beneath a stream of soapy water. It was almost enough to tempt him back upstairs, but he didn’t dare show up to work late today.

Everything was coming to a head this week. Willyem Gor was about ready to make his move on the Trilanta Amusement Park and Fairgrounds, and Mr. Vip was poised to beat him to it.

Speak of the devil. Just as Varion finished scrambling some Duosien eggs for himself and Benni, his vid screen beeped with an incoming call from his secret boss. Setting breakfast aside for a moment, he walked into the living room to take it.

“Mr. Chanj?” Vip said his name uncertainly.

Damn, Varion had forgotten to change. Although his boss knew he was a Multan—that had been his chief qualification for the position—the man had only seen him as Rion Nach since he’d infiltrated Willyem Gor’s business. With a quick flex of his muscles, he shifted to the white-blond hair and gray eyes his employer expected to see.

“Don’t slip up and do that around Gor,” Vip warned him. “We’re getting close, but this deal isn’t locked in yet.”

“What’s happening?”