Alien Sex 104 (17 page)

She giggled like a girl with a new present. “You’re a machine, Glynn. Come on. Give me more.”

Shifting so he was sure to strum her clit on every stroke, he indulged her with an insistent rhythm.

In response, she encircled him with her legs and pulled him deeper. “Come on. I’m not made of glass. Do me.”

He heard the command between grunts—noises he was surprised to hear coming from his throat. Each jolt into her body lit off incredible spikes of pleasure in his cock. In fact, he felt a promising tingle in his scrotum. Was this finally it?

Giving in to the urge to rut, he took her as hard as he could. Within minutes, she was screaming his name. This time, when her channel seized around his erection, the power of her orgasm triggered his own.

His penis lurched so fiercely it felt like someone must have kicked him in the backside. Strong, mind-numbing pulses rebounded along his shaft, blinding him to everything else. The feeling was so intense it took him a moment to be sure, but there was no deluding himself. All of those wonderful pulses were dry.

Disappointment and hope mingled even before he stopped coming. Glynn couldn’t believe he hadn’t spilled his seed. After all these years of waiting—his whole life, in fact—he wanted a wet release so badly. Even sans ejaculate, though, this was the most potent orgasm he’d ever experienced. It made him think
maybe
.

Even with a compatible partner, a full release didn’t always happen the first time. The tickle he’d felt in his balls had certainly been promising. He’d have to try again with her.

Glynn could feel the grin of anticipation on his face. There were definitely worse fates to befall a man.

*

Deina curled her fingers around Glynn’s while she lay there and caught her breath. Along with a luscious bunch of aftershocks, she enjoyed how warm and open he’d become. He kissed her and caressed her skin with all the tenderness and adoration a woman could hope for. Gone was his usual reserve, the solemn mask he showed the world. He had good reason to look happy, too.

Given the strength of her feelings for him, Deina had expected the sex to be good, but she’d never guessed it would be
that
good. She’d come more than once, hard and deep. There was only one problem.

“You didn’t ejaculate, did you?” She tried to wrap her mind around that. “You came, but you didn’t spill. Is that what you meant by Semhyms being complicated?”

“Yes.” He said it matter-of-factly, but she felt the tension enter his body.

This was obviously a sore subject.

She was afraid to ask, but… “Does that mean we’re not sexually compatible?”

“The results were inconclusive.” Although he tried to sound serious, there was a definite smirk in his voice. “We’ll have to test it again.”

Her libido gave a silent, “Hell, yeah!” The craftier part of her held her back. Here was another opportunity for her to get what she wanted.

“You already collected your winnings for this round.” Spearing her fingers through his chest hair, she gave it a light tug. “The terms were I’d sleep with you tonight. Our bet didn’t include extra testing.”

Deina snickered. Leave it to Glynn to refer to lovemaking as some kind of scientific experiment.

His frown was back. “Didn’t I please you?”

“Of course you did.” Foolish man. “But I haven’t won a marriage proposal out of you yet. We’ll have to play for it again, and next time I’ll choose the game. We’ll do it here. How’s Friday night?”

“You’re on.” The gleam returned to his eye, although she saw it fade quickly when she got up to retrieve her clothes.

He didn’t say anything, but Deina could tell he didn’t want her to leave. Truth be told, she would rather have stayed in his arms. It was best to leave now, though, before he recovered and realized tonight wasn’t technically over until midnight.

Deina was playing for keeps this time, and she had no intention of losing.

Ring Toss

Deina knew just the game to play. Glynn may have been sharp at cards, but it would take physical dexterity to win this next competition. She felt confident as she walked into his condo Friday night.

The transformation she’d seen in Glynn’s demeanor remained, leaving her to wonder how much of his uptightness had been due to sexual frustration. Although his smile was still a subtle twitch of his lips, his eyes were alight, and he rubbed his hands together eagerly.

“What’s the game?” he asked.

Enjoying his enthusiasm, Deina crooked her finger to make him follow her into his bedroom. She set down her bag and pulled out her props.

“Ever play ring toss?”

She could already tell by his expression he hadn’t, but his headshake confirmed it.

“The rules are simple. We each get three throws per round to get the ring over the stake. Let’s make it a distance of, oh, about six feet. Best two out of three. If I win, you give me a marriage proposal and don’t get to sleep with me again until our wedding night. If you win, you get to have sex with me—”

“The whole weekend.”

Deina blinked in surprise. ‘What?”

“I’ve upped the ante. If I win, I get to spend the whole weekend making love to you.”

The new terms made her hesitate for a second, but she agreed. She had no intention of losing, anyway. Opening her blouse, she began stripping off her clothes.

Glynn went so still she was sure he stopped breathing. “Are you conceding defeat already?” There was a hopeful note in his voice.

Deina gave that question the glower it deserved. “Of course not. I’m just getting ready. You need to get undressed, too.”

He still didn’t move. “Is this another distraction technique?”

“If it were, it would be a good one.”

Now fully naked, she reached for the strap-on dildo she’d brought and belted it on. Wanting something fun, she’d picked out a phallus in screaming neon pink. It was only average size, but the brilliant color made it look like it was coming toward you. She gave it a waggle and swore she saw glowing pink afterimages.

When she glanced up again, she saw Glynn standing there like he’d been walloped between the eyes. It was the first time she’d seen him gape. His expression was so comical and unexpected she threw her head back and laughed aloud.

The poor man even developed a stutter. “Y-you mean the stakes we’re using are … we’re going to throw rings around …
this
is the contest you came up with?”

“Yes. Now strip.” Glancing down at his crotch, she was happy to see he’d present a nice target.

Deina knew the moment he got over his shock and made the decision to dive in. He threw back his shoulders, straightened to his full height, and opened his shirt. She watched lustily as his muscular chest was revealed, followed by his brawny shoulders. Then he shoved down his pants and underwear in a single motion. His hard rod shot out, bolstered by his full, flushed sac beneath.

With her sitting on the bed and him in an armchair, they arranged themselves so their cocks stood up at the same angle. Deina let Glynn go first and watched as he examined the rings. Designed for this, they were light, feather-covered circles with just enough weight for throwing without stinging the intended target.

Glynn bounced one up and down in his palm a few times. “Do I get a practice throw?”

“No.”

He appeared suspicious. “Have you already practiced with these?”

“Maybe.” Although she hadn’t played with a man, she might have done a few trial throws at home before she’d come here.

Glynn pinched his lips together in disapproval, but he didn’t protest. Focusing hard on her pink dildo, he tossed the first ring. It was surprisingly close for a first shot and bounced off the side of the crown.

“Not quite,” she teased him.

On his second pitch, he was still finding the range. The ring went long and struck her belly button, which sort of tickled. Finally on his third throw, he hit the mark. The ring fell over her shaft and twirled around it a few times before settling at the base.

Now it was Deina’s turn. She had to beat a one. Wanting his cock to be as hard and long as possible, she taunted him with a little visual stimulation. She circled and plucked her nipples until they stood at attention and then reached down to stroke the dildo like she was masturbating. His gaze latched on to the movement.

Once she was sure she had him where she wanted him, she made her toss. Bull’s-eye! The ring slipped down his shaft like a gloved hand. She heard him hiss as the feathers caressed his sensitive length.

On the second shot, she got—ha, ha—cocky and didn’t line up as carefully as she should have. To her dismay, the ring skimmed over the very tip of his penis before landing behind it. Annoyed with herself, Deina concentrated much harder and nailed it again the third time.

“Two to one—my round.”

“I was just warming up.” Glynn seemed as calm and confident as ever. “Now you’re in trouble.”

He was boasting, or so she thought until he got two out of three. When her first throw missed by a hair, she resigned herself to a tie. She was successful on her second toss and felt just as solid on the third. Instead of falling cleanly over the tip of his cock, though, her final shot caught the very top of his glans, swung around a few times, and bounced off.

“Next round is the tiebreaker.” Glynn sounded smug.

No longer feeling as confident, Deina gripped the bedcovers beneath her while he took his turn. Two rings fell on top of each other in rapid succession, stacked around the root of her hot pink dick. Then came the third: a rim shot that teased her with its looping momentum before bumping down into place. Three out of three.

Never one to give up, she gathered the rings and tried to focus. It didn’t help that Glynn stroked his cock a few times and winked at her. She couldn’t believe it. Did he actually just tease her?

“Yes!” After she let go of the first ring, she watched it drop effortlessly over the target. “Now who’s in trouble?”

The second canted at a weird angle and bounced a bit, but it ultimately landed on its twin. Last one. With a deep breath to steady herself, Deina let it fly. Time seemed to slow as the feathery hoop soared through the air. The momentum was enough to carry it across the distance, and the trajectory looked good. When the inside wall hit the crown of his cock, she was ready to do a victory dance. Then she watched in horror as it ricocheted and dropped off.

“My game.” Not bothering to remove the two rings, Glynn stood up and walked toward her.

Deina was caught between petulance over losing and anticipation over what would come next. Being the runner-up had its perks.

*

Glynn pulled Deina into his arms and had the unique experience of feeling her pert breasts hit his chest at the same time that her artificial erection prodded his thigh. He supposed the latter was something women were used to when they embraced a male lover, something Deina was feeling from him at this very moment. Although he felt strange about it, he reached down to grasp the dildo and was surprised by its lifelike texture.

“Do you like it?” She reciprocated by pulling the fluffy rings off his shaft with deliberate slowness.

The sensation of feathers tickling his dick caused a sensual shiver to cascade down his spine.

Glynn continued his tentative exploration of Deina’s phallus. “This past Sex Ed class, I got to see two males together.”

“Oh?” Having discarded the rings, she continued to stroke his cock with her bare hands. She had the most amazing hands.

“One of the models was an Allurian man, Huv.”

Her hand stilled. “The same Huv I modeled with?”

“Please don’t stop.” The plea burst from him on a groan.

Deina immediately tapped the underside of his glans with one finger and returned to her leisurely pumping. “I didn’t realize Huv was bisexual.”

To his relief, Glynn heard only mild interest in her voice—nothing to indicate she had any sort of attachment to the man.

“He’s not,” Glynn answered. “At least, he says he’s not, but that wasn’t my point.”

He was sure he had a point, although it was hard to think of it with her fingers on him. It took him a moment to realize he was fondling her dildo in time with her ministrations. Being a fairly straitlaced guy, he knew this was easily the kinkiest thing he’d ever done.

With great effort, he continued to talk despite the huskiness of his voice. “The class got to see the Allurian with his Cedecian lover—a Cedecian in both male and female form, respectively. While I watched Huv lube his partner’s cock, I remember wondering what that felt like. I have no sexual interest in men, but I couldn’t help my curiosity. Would it feel like stroking my own, or would it seem foreign and odd?”

She arched one eyebrow. “Well?”

“It’s both,” he admitted. “I’m glad you’ve answered that question for me, but there’s something I’d enjoy much more.”

Unbuckling the straps, Glynn dropped the dildo to the floor with a plunk and delved his fingers into Deina’s slick folds. She rewarded him with a gasp and a wet gush of fresh cream. Claiming her lips, he kissed her soundly and dipped her back onto the edge of the bed, although he didn’t follow her down.

Too impatient for finesse, he lifted her hips and speared into her hot channel in a single stroke. Beneath him, Deina cried out in shocked pleasure and fisted her hands in the bed covers. A rosy blush mottled her otherwise creamy skin from her cheeks to the curly thatch of hair between her legs.

A strange bubbly sensation rippled through Glynn’s chest as he looked at her—one he didn’t recognize until it burst from his throat as a joyful laugh. This wasn’t a reaction he’d ever experienced during sex, but with Deina it seemed to suit. With her, lovemaking was fun. In fact, everything with her was fun.

Right now, though, he was more focused on another F-word. Looking down, he watched his glistening shaft withdraw from her body as he swung his hips back. Then he slammed forward again, and her pussy swallowed his cock whole. Setting up a driving pace, he took her hard, all the while watching that mesmerizing sight.

Hot shivers raced beneath his skin with every thrust, and the bliss built and built in his shaft. Deina thrashed helplessly in his hold and keened. Then she arched her back into a perfect bridge and let out a louder yowl. Her inner muscles clamped down on his shuttling cock like a vise, making it hard for him to go deep until the ripples passed.