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  She never even noticed him opening her shorts. His hand was just suddenly there, coasting under her underwear to find her soaked and welcoming between her legs. When he rubbed his thumb over the nerve patch at the top of her slit, she thought she’d die from desperation. Then he teased her with just the tip of his finger circling round and round the rim of her vagina.

  “Do you like oral sex?” he asked. “Would my mouth feel good here?”

  “Good, but not great. No one ever does it right.”

  His fingertip continued to taunt her. “You need the touch on the inside,” he said, catching on fast. “All the external laving in the universe won’t do it, will it?”

  “Right.” She was both comforted and thrilled that he understood.

  His smile turned lecherous. “Maybe next time we’ll experiment with that. Oral has never been my favorite thing—usually I want to skip to the main event—but I think with you I might really like it. The next best thing, though…”

  Mera arched her back and keened as he slowly, oh so leisurely, pressed his finger inward. He wasn’t quite fast enough to set her off, but the friction had ripples bouncing up and down the length of her sheath and womb.

  “Please.” She whimpered and writhed.

  Trett withdrew just as slowly, making her shudder. Then she felt two fingertips tracing her entrance.

  “Open wide,” he warned her.

  She yelped as he shoved both fingers into her in one ruthless thrust. Her orgasm tackled her with devastating force, and he shimmied those digits inside to keep her going. Countless muscle contractions later, he touched his lips to hers.

  “Again,” he demanded.

  Mera didn’t have time to stop him before he withdrew his fingers and thrust once more.

  She hollered and dug her nails into his biceps. Another stroke and she started mindlessly thrashing.

  “I’m not done with you yet,” he insisted. “I want you to come again and again until you climax as many times as I did.”

  Her eyes peeled wide. She started to sputter. Before she could belt out a protest, though, he was making good on his threat. Her orgasms blended together until her whole body was just one giant, throbbing nerve ending. She lost count, but somewhere around a dozen peaks later—just when she was starting to grow uncomfortable—he sent her into a final convulsion that had her screaming his name.

  “There we go.” He gathered up her limp body and headed for her bedroom.

  Mera was as unresisting as a doll as he stripped her of her clothes. Spooning up behind her, he tucked her under the sheet.

  “You’re crazy,” she mumbled as she closed her eyes.

  He just laughed. “You have no idea what I have planned for you later this weekend.”

  The possibilities made her shiver in delight.

  * * * *

  The next morning, Mera awoke to a sudden, violent orgasm. She’d been having a dream about dancing to beautiful music with Trett, and then she was exploding with pleasure. When she jolted into full consciousness, she discovered him still pressed against her back with his thigh wedged between her legs and two fingers stuffed in her vagina.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” He sounded smug.

  Before Mera could reply, those naughty fingers retreated and forged back in again, making her press against the length of his body until she thought their skin would fuse. The second orgasm continued to pound through her for several beats, making her muscles contract around his invading digits.

  Feeling the jut of his erection against her buttocks, she tried to reach back to grab him. Before she made contact, he withdrew and slid out of bed to gather the spare clothes he’d brought over.

  “Sorry.” He turned his back on her to pull on his pants, giving her a bleary-eyed glimpse of his tight butt before he covered it. “I’ve got to get to work.”

  A whine escaped her before she could stop herself.

  He shot her a rueful smile as he finished slipping on his shirt and tugged on his shoes. “Hey, it’s the end of the week.” He strode over so he could give her a quick kiss. “Why don’t you come to my place tonight, and we’ll pick up where we left off? You could stay the weekend.”

  She kept her face perfectly blank. The whole weekend? Was she ready to take it to that level? She saw him watching her with the same careful expression. Trett wasn’t pushing her. He was just waiting to see what she wanted to do. The knot in her stomach loosened before it even truly formed.

  “I’d like that,” she answered honestly. “I’ll pick up dinner on the way over.”

  His triumphant smile made her heart soar, and he kissed her again before he headed out.

  Feeling limber and sated, Mera got up to take a shower. She had a lot to do today, but it was impossible to feel stressed when she had so much to look forward to.

  * * * *

  Thanks to her morning with Trett, Mera’s data input job didn’t seem so bad. All day long, she kept thinking back to what he’d said about oral sex, and suddenly she could pick out every six and nine on the list. Then the numbers morphed into tallies of orgasms or performance scores in her mind, which made her wriggle in her seat.

  When she finally got done, she had to hit the bathroom to give herself a little sexual relief. She closed the door, shoved her hand beneath her panties, and brought herself off with one good thrust of her finger. As she did, she thought about Trett, which made her rock so hard she had to brace herself against the side of the stall.

  Although she took a cold shower when she got to the gym early that evening, Mera still felt overheated when she began her regular aerobics class. After that, her last stop was her night job, and this was her final lesson. The middle-aged family she was training at home was made up of some of the laziest, most out of shape people she’d ever met. They’d completely let themselves go on the long space flight to Trilanta. Thanks to a myriad of health issues, there were limits to what she could do for them, but she was proud to say they no longer looked like bloated cadavers. That gave her an extra boost when she finally finished up and collected her last paycheck.

  Since her thoughts were still filled with Trett, Mera picked up some takeout Ibration cuisine, which she was swiftly growing addicted to. Like his kisses, the food discharged an extra zing in every bite.

  Tightly packed apartments and stores gave way to houses with yards as she headed toward the suburb Trett called home. Everything looked milky in the moonlight, but she knew the lawns revealed a lot about their owners. People who’d been raised on orbiting space stations tended to put down Astroturf, while others adapted the traditions of their home world. Brachoi houses had warmly colored trees and bushes that were pruned to within an inch of their life, while Duosien yards were filled with aromatic flowers and herbs.

  Trett grew large yellow shade trees and juicy, phallic-shaped plants that whistled and moaned in the wind. Walking up to his house, Mera eyed the suggestive vegetation with amusement. Before she could hit the chime on his door, he opened up and invited her in.

  “Do I smell tossed noodles and tang sauce?” He gazed hopefully at the takeout boxes in her hand while she set aside her overnight bag.

  She laughed. No matter what their race, men were the same all across the universe: if they weren’t thinking with their dick, they were thinking with their stomach.

  “What would you say if it is?” she teased him.

  He cupped her hips and ignored the boxes long enough to give her a toe-curling kiss. “I’d say you’re a goddess and I worship you.”

  “Then bow down.” She was delighted to have found the way to his heart. “But first get us some chalices and sacrificial plates so we can eat these blessed noodles.”

  He chuckled and darted like a happy child back to his kitchen.

  Mera already knew Trett wasn’t a candlelit dinner and flowers kind of guy, but she liked his way of doing things better. He was always full of surprises. Rather than seat them in the dining room, he spread a blanket and some pillows on the fl
oor of his backyard balcony and lined up several choices of wine. He got the plates and silverware ready, and the stars and moons overhead were all the mood lighting they needed.

  “Mmm.” She hummed contentedly as she took her seat. “I like this.”

  “Me too.” He stretched out close to her side.

  After opening the heat seal on the boxes, she dished out scrumptious piles of tossed noodles while he poured them each a glass of pale green wine. They took turns talking and drinking and feeding each other bites from their plates. It was everything she could want in a dinner for two—relaxed and romantic without being over-choreographed. When Mera couldn’t swallow another bite, she collapsed back against the nearest pillow and gazed at the constellations and blinking satellites above.

  After a moment, Trett’s warm palm slid across her belly and down to clasp her hip. He leaned over her enough to eclipse the stars and set his lips to hers. First came his gentle nibble, followed by the light caress of his tongue until they were tangled up and drowning in each other. When he started to tug her waistband down, she sighed into his mouth. He had to break the kiss to get her shoes off and pull her pants the rest of the way off, but he returned as he stripped away her shirt and bra.

  “Time for dessert.” He spoke against her lips, and she could feel his smile.

  Leaning over her breasts, he stared at them like they were the greatest delicacy he’d ever been served. He lowered his head and stuck out his tongue like a kid with a frozen treat. He laved tight circles around her nipple until it was tight and wet and then blew on it, which made her giggle and groan. When he bent to lick her in earnest, she reached up to play with his sensitive ears. Even in the moonlight, she could see the fine tips blush under her ministrations until she was sure they were as rosy as her nipples.

  Mera massaged his scalp as he switched to her other breast and suckled hungrily. Holding him to her, she teased the hairs at his nape. Little bolts of pleasure kept shooting from the spots where his mouth made contact all the way down to the excited folds between her legs. As if that tingly sensation left a visible trail, he began to kiss his way down to where she ached.

  He moved lower and lower until she was holding his head between her thighs. She heard him draw in a long, audible breath through his nose, and then he smiled, clearly pleased with her scent. Without a word, he wedged his shoulders between her legs. Thumbing her labia open, he dove in tongue-first. She nearly shot off the floor.

  Trett didn’t bother with all that external licking and sucking other men had tried on her. Instead, he tensed his tongue and speared right in. She mewled as she felt his taste buds rasp across several of the papillae just inside her opening. Mera imagined this was what other females experienced when their partners laved their external clit. Squeezing her legs until she was sure he couldn’t breathe, she grabbed his head and pushed him more fully against her. He had to pin her down so he could come up for air and keep her still enough for his attentions.

  “Oh, please.” She squealed something unintelligible under her breath.

  She’d never known it could be this good. His hot mouth was pressed to her, the cool night air wafted over her exposed body, and the stars filled her vision overhead. And then he did that thing with his tongue, flicking it so fast it fluttered like a living thing inside her. Her womb pulled in tight, and then her orgasm was there, breaching outwards again and filling her with intense, racking spasms that pulsed through every nerve ending.

  When she finally stopped bucking and lay limp, Trett lifted his head. “Great or just all right?”

  She moaned in response.

  Chapter Nine

  A Lot to Swallow

  Feeling smug and vaguely dazed, Trett swept his hands over Mera’s naked body one more time before letting her recover. He had no intention of leaving things like this, but he was so close to coming he knew he’d better take a moment to regain his control. After bending down for their dishes, he used the excuse of cleaning up to retreat into the house for a moment.

  It only took him a couple of minutes to store their leftovers. He’d just put the dishes in the automatic washer when he heard a whistle behind him. There Mera stood, completely unabashed even though she wasn’t wearing a stitch of clothing. Of course, she had nothing that warranted covering up as far as he was concerned, so he was happy with the view. All that aerobics did a body good.

  “You didn’t really think you’d get away with that, did you?” Her voice was laced with sultry challenge.

  His eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Are you complaining?”

  Her answering smile made his balls feel tight. “No, but I do plan to even the score.”

  Her bare feet were silent as she glided closer and swept her hands over his chest. His head started to spin as those soft, mobile lips of hers covered his mouth, and he actually shuddered when she tugged his shirt up and touched his naked skin. She only broke from the kiss long enough to pull the offending material over his head, and then she started thrusting her tongue into his mouth while she pressed her small breasts against his chest.

  “I love how tough and lean you are.” She worked her way past his mouth and down his neck.

  Just like that, his ego puffed up higher than his erection. Contrasted with the hulking Nimanians or the muscular Brachoi, Ibration males were sometimes considered scrawny because they were so trim. Apparently his Oquaran lover had a different perspective.

  A hiss of anticipation escaped him as she opened his pants and dragged them down his legs. Since he was at home, he hadn’t put on any shoes or socks, so he easily stepped free of the encumbrance. On her way back up, she caught her first good look at him, and he saw her eyes widen.

  “You are a big boy,” she whispered, but he knew she wasn’t referring to his penis so much as the stones beneath.

  “Ibrations have bigger testicles.” He practically wheezed as precum pearled on his glans. “That’s why we come so much and hold so much semen. It makes us more fertile. At least, when we’re not on contraceptives, which I am.”

  She nodded, but her gaze remained transfixed as she reached out and grasped his balls. Even the light pressure of her fingers was unbearable, although he couldn’t tell if he was in agony or bliss. As she straightened, he started to draw her close, but she pinned him with a fierce stare and shook her head. She let go of his aching testicles and planted one palm right over his heart.

  “Back.” She pushed him into the high counter behind him.

  Trett’s breath escaped him in excited gusts when he realized what she wanted. Bracing his hands against the edge, he hopped up so he could sit on the countertop. She dragged her nails down the tops of his thighs and stepped between his knees. He knew he should warn her or try to go for a condom, but he couldn’t seem to speak, let alone move. She must have seen the raw need in his eyes too, because she didn’t tease him.

  In one fell swoop, she sucked his penis into her mouth and ringed the rest of his shaft with her hand. She moved down until his tip just bumped her throat and then drew up for another stroke. The bulb near the base of his shaft engorged. Already primed, he felt his penis start to shake before he could do more than grunt. Unfortunately, she wasn’t experienced with this motion, so she didn’t know how to compensate.

  “Watch the teeth.” He squeaked as his sensitive shaft banged against the hard edges.

  Before he could pull out, she firmed her lips into a tighter “O,” and his concerns were washed away by his impending orgasm. His lower back tightened until even his thigh muscles tensed. Then his climax was stampeding up his shaft like liquid gold. He vaguely heard his head thunk against the cabinets as he roared.

  To his pleasant surprise, Mera kept sucking and swallowing, drawing out his pleasure. When the next tremors started, he saw comprehension dawn in her eyes, but it was already too late for this round. With a final tremble, his penis erupted again, feeding her his essence while she fed him an orgasm that went beyond rapture.

  “Use your hand.�
�� He barely managed to growl the advice.

  She pulled away to clasp him with both hands, and he immediately wanted to cry out over the loss of her hot mouth. Not wanting to end the night by gagging her, though, he enjoyed the next best thing. When his dick erupted a third and fourth and fifth time, it spurted like a fountain and covered her beautiful breasts and belly. Somehow, the primitive act of marking her increased his pleasure tenfold, and so the last orgasm took his breath away. He tried to bellow when he climaxed, but his yell was muted. Trett went blind as he grimaced in ultimate pleasure.

  After a minute or two, he pried his eyes open and found her watching him so tenderly he nearly wept. He pulled her into his arms and winced when he felt the cold, sticky residue he’d left behind.

  “I think we need a shower,” she mumbled against his shoulder.

  He just nodded and led her to the master bath.

  They both cleaned up before collapsing in bed together.

  * * * *

  Trett was so exhausted and replete he didn’t even seem to dream, although he awoke in the middle of an erotic fantasy. As the amber glow of morning crept through the skylight in his bedroom, he felt his cock wrapped in tight heat. He had a vague recollection of silky hands on his shaft and the brush of something oily, but now he was fully engulfed. Opening his eyes, he found the sheet tented around his legs.

  He threw back the covers. “Good morning.”

  Mera laughed around a mouthful of cock, which sent echoes up his shaft. She must have already sucked him in more than once because his erection was starting to vibrate. His head thrashed from side to side, and he spotted a small, torn packet next to him near the pillow. Apparently, she’d slipped a Bare Touch condom onto his member before he’d come fully awake. Judging by the string of sensations rocketing up his penis, the brand was aptly named. He couldn’t even feel he had it on.