Alien Sex 104 (20 page)

“We’re still on for a double date Friday, right?” Trett smiled and scratched one double-pointed ear. “Mera wants to celebrate her last day of data input. Starting next week, she can go back to aerobic and gymnastic instructing full time.”

“From what she says, it’ll be like breaking out of prison.” Mera had given Xindra an earful about her boring temp job.

“You bring our favorite Oquaran, and we’ll bring the bubbly,” Quinn added.

Trett stepped out, and Krux and Katra’Ruma came next.

“Quinn. Xindra.” The four-armed Brachoi shook hands with both of them at the same time. “I’ve enjoyed this class more than I could have anticipated. Thank you.”

Katra’Ruma, her eyes sparkling, was far less subtle. “What he means is you’ve certainly improved our sex lives.”

Xindra shared a grin of understanding with the Duosien woman. Katra’Ruma was a strong, passionate person, as was Krux. That’s probably why the two of them had spent so much time sniping at each other before they’d finally given in to their attraction. Apparently all their arguing had been foreplay.

Krux ushered his lover out with an arm around her shoulders and waist, while Katra’Ruma snuck a hand behind him to pinch his butt cheek.

“It was more entertaining when those two were fighting,” Whitt complained. “I liked watching Katra’Ruma make Krux turn bright red.”

Spri elbowed him in the ribs. “Be nice. Our relationship didn’t start out easy, either, but aren’t you happy where we ended up?”

“Can’t you read my mind?”

“Not right now.” Spri gave her boyfriend a puzzled look. “You know I can only read you while we’re making love.”

“Well, if you insist.” Whitt waggled his eyebrows and pulled her toward the door.

Spri laughed and said good-bye over her shoulder.

Varion wore an amused expression that didn’t change even as he morphed from a ruddy-faced redhead to a tanned blond. All Multans could shift their superficial features, but Xindra had never seen one change so frequently. She knew he did it to show off for his girlfriend, Benni.

“So did we ace the class?” Varion asked. “You know this is one course everyone wanted an A+ in.”

Quinn chuckled. “Trust me. You passed with flying colors. Between you changing your looks and Benni putting on a contortionist act, you both put on quite a show.” He turned to Benni, their redheaded Flexian student. “I bet you have this guy wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”

Varion didn’t deny it. “You think that’s something? She’s so flexible I can wrap her around my—”

“Stop.” It was Quinn who cut him off.

As an Allurian, Xindra was used to the most debauched statements from her relatives. Frankly, she thought it was funny.

Behind them, Pixie snickered. “I can’t believe I didn’t run screaming after my first night here.”

Zeo, her mate and now her new husband, shook his head. “You’re stronger than you think.”

“And less modest, too.” Pixie laughed again, but Xindra was tickled to see the New Earthling girl still blushed easily.

When Pixie had first come to their class, she’d been a shy young virgin who was too terrified to touch a man’s cock. Now she was married to a fierce Nimanian male who pushed her to be daring and go after what she wanted. They seemed like such an unlikely pair, yet there was no denying the love in their eyes when they looked at each other. Xindra had a soft spot for the girl.

“I’ll see you at your lesson next week,” Xindra told her. Pixie was still taking martial arts lessons with her, and the girl was getting really good. “If you ever want to learn to be as ferocious as your wife, Zeo, you let me know.”

The Nimanian’s lips twitched and he inclined his head.

Having donned their robes, Glynn and Deina were the last to leave. The pregnancy, which must have occurred within the last few days, had made for a hell of a surprise ending. Although the couple had reacted with shock at first, Xindra was relieved to see they were pleased with the news.

“Congratulations again,” Quinn told them. “It looks like your lives are about to change in huge and wonderful ways.”

The pair thanked them and headed for the locker room with their arms wrapped around each other.

Once they were gone, Quinn closed the door, and Xindra shared a look with him before facing the empty room.

“We did it.” Somehow, despite all the last-minute scheduling and the threat of lovers’ spats, she and her husband had pulled it off.

It was time to tidy up. Xindra sterilized the demonstration table while Quinn pushed the med scanner back along the wall. The last moments of their final lecture replayed in her head.

“Any idea what’s wrong with it?” She’d never seen the equipment go so haywire.

Still disgruntled with the machine, Quinn shot it a dirty look. “I know what happened to it. It’s the same thing that happened to it last season. Someone had a tech come in here and download some new software updates to ‘increase efficiency.’”

His dry tone made her laugh. “Don’t worry. Our students didn’t seem to mind. In fact, they thought it was the funniest class ever.”

“True.” That seemed to pacify him. “You’re right. We did it, and I can’t believe it’s over. It seems like just yesterday we were scrambling to get your cousin and Deina to model for our first class.”

“Now they’ve both settled down with other people and are in solid relationships like the rest of their classmates. Maybe we should have charged extra for matchmaking services.” That was a side effect to their class neither of them had foreseen.

Quinn chuckled. “Something to think about if we decide to do this again next year. Since the season is picking up again, we’ll be busy with our regular jobs. I’ve already got a new client coming to the gym next week for personal training.”

Xindra moved to stand behind him and massaged his shoulders. “I think I’ll miss this class. Although I enjoy teaching martial arts, I admit there was something fresh and exciting about this.”

“And kinky?”

“Mmm.” Xindra slipped her hands over his chest and stroked downward. “More like titillating, but you’ve got the idea. Are you going to pretend you haven’t been affected?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Her husband’s voice roughened when she fingered his waistband and gave it a snap. “Maybe I’m worried we’ll lose some of this heat and wind up an old married couple having boring, routine sex.”

She popped open his fly and found his cock already hard for her. “Oh, I don’t anticipate any problems there. If you’re worried, though, I guess we’ll have to work extra-hard to spice things up.”

“Oh, yeah.” He groaned the words, and she couldn’t tell if he was agreeing with her suggestion or just enjoying the handjob she was giving him.

His erection was as hard as titanium now. As Xindra coated him with the precum seeping out of his slit, she felt her sex let down a gush of cream in empathy. She couldn’t wait to have him buried inside her.

As if he could read her mind, Quinn pushed her hand away and turned her around. He guided her over to the table, where he made her brace her hands against the edge. His bold handling incited a flush of sensual heat. When he pulled down her slacks and panties, she hissed at the cool slap of air that hit her damp thighs.

“Naughty girl.” He murmured the reprimand in her ear. “I think you need another after-school session with your teacher.”

The huskiness in his voice made her shiver. Xindra shot him a sultry glance over her shoulder and played along. “Yes, Mr. Phlyx-Nigel. I try to be good, but it’s just so …
hard
.”

The double entendre earned her two quick spanks. Jolted by the impact, she felt her sheath clench in anticipation. His hand left a hot impression on her skin.

Seconds later, she felt those same strong hands cup her hips as he prodded her opening with his cock. She groaned when he pressed inside, stretching and filling her slowly.

“Gods, Xindra, how could this ever get old?” Quinn sounded like he was caught on the edge between agony and ecstasy. “You’re so hot and tight. That one projection inside you keeps hitting me behind my—ohhh.”

She shoved back, impaling herself all the way on his full length. The pressure and friction were magnificent. Squirming and panting, she reached back to dig her nails into his flank.

“Take me, Quinn. Take me like you did on our honeymoon—that time right after the pool.”

He’d barely waited until they’d gotten inside their hotel room, and her swimsuit had wound up twisted around her ankles like her pants were now. He’d bent her over the side table and—

Quinn slid his hands under her blouse and grasped her breasts through her bra. This position, being taken from behind, was still new and thrilling. Her husband was the only one who’d ever taken her like this. Then he was drawing partway out of her, and she wasn’t thinking about any other time. There was only now.

His first ram home knocked her breath out of her and rang something deep inside. He managed to pinch her nipples at the same time, which made it feel like his cock had jolted all the way through her.

“We belong to each other. No one else.” He jacked into her again. “Only each other. Say it.”

Xindra keened his name. “Just you and me. I’m yours, Quinn.”

“Who’s the teacher here?”

“You are.” She whimpered as he continued to piston.

“I’m going to teach you pleasure, wife. I’ll show you how much I can make your body feel.”

He slammed into her so hard she rocked up on her toes with every thrust. It felt amazing. His cock reached so deep inside her, skewering her so thoroughly she thought he’d never get out. The smack of his hips against her backside became another sort of spanking.

“Where’s that sweet spot?” He caressed her with his voice, getting inside her head. “The spot that feels so good it scares you. Where is it?”

Xindra yelped. As soon as he plunged in at a different angle, he rammed right into it. Pleasure so intense it nearly hurt began radiating from every strike.

“What did you say to me the first time?” Quinn asked. “‘I can’t stand it,’ you told me, but I made you. I’ll make you feel it again now.”

She did. Oh, gods, she did. Orgasm bore down on her like a giant meteorite, sending tendrils down her legs and up through her nipples. Quinn squeezed her breasts and held on like they belonged to him, which they did. Every part of her was his, just as he was hers.

He shafted right into that perfect spot one more time, and that was it. Throwing back her head, she screamed his name as she convulsed around his cock again and again. The pounding ecstasy between her legs numbed her to everything except his rigid intrusion, and he continued to stir her climax with a series of sharp, staccato thrusts. Finally, he delved as deeply as he could and tensed. Her contracting sheath formed a series of rings around his length, milking his cock while his seed flooded her deep inside. She could feel the heat. By the time they stopped coming, they both sounded like they’d run a marathon.

Xindra chuckled. “Boring, routine sex, huh?”

“You have to watch out for it.” Although Quinn’s voice sounded husky, Xindra could hear his smile. “All in all, I think this was the perfect close to the season.”

“Oh? Wait, don’t say it.”

“I can’t resist.”

Xindra tried not to laugh. It would only encourage him. “Don’t do it. You’ve been hanging out with Allurians too long. We’re a bad influence.”

“It’s too late. I’m family now.”

Resigned, Xindra gave in. “All right. Go ahead and say it.”

Her husband withdrew his cock and gave her rump a final pat. “Baby, we went out with a bang.”

The End

Allie Ritch is a multi-published author of erotic sci-fi and paranormal romance. She has an active imagination and enjoys entertaining others through storytelling. Allie lives in her own little world in the Southeastern United States, where she spends time appreciating the ocean and sunshine.