And, while she hadn’t been in his life very long, Bryan couldn’t leave her behind. He couldn’t go back to his normal, safe—lonely—life without her. She’d gotten under his skin, and he’d surprised himself by deciding he’d give it all up for this woman he barely knew.
Ilyna appeared from the kitchen. She beamed at him, and he opened his arms for a hug. She grabbed his crotch instead.
“Come and give me some of that, big daddy.”
He winced and backed away a couple of steps. “What did you say?”
Ilyna leaned forward and pressed her breasts together. “Come and get it, big daddy.”
“That’s, uh…kinda creepy, sweetheart.”
Her face fell, the sexy pout fading into a plain old pout, and he regretted his words instantly.
“Creepy?” she asked uncertainly. “Is my slang wrong, because I was trying to make you feel horny, not repulsed.”
“I’m not repulsed. Really. I just…how about you watch a different channel for a while? We need to find you some shows that aren’t all about sex.”
She was quiet, pensive, and then her face brightened. “Good evening, husband. I hope you had a pleasant day today.”
The flat, almost robotic tone she used freaked Bryan out even more than her use of the word husband.
“It was fine,” he said warily, dropping his key cards and loose change on a side table.
“Please sit while I prepare your favorite foods. When a man works hard all day, he deserves nothing but the finest treatment at home.”
Bryan wished her smile didn’t look quite so fake. He slid into his chair, never taking his eyes off her. Maybe this was some weird Acelan PMS thing. He had to admit, life with Ilyna was never boring.
“I tired of the sex channel and watched an old movie about perfect wives,” she explained. “I think they may have been robots, but their husbands seemed pleased.”
He laughed then, and shook his head. “Promise me you’ll never watch the murder mystery channel, okay?”
“I promise…if you bring me on the tour of Ris-K your brother mentioned.”
Bryan took a deep breath, but he knew he couldn’t put it off anymore. He was afraid if he didn’t take her around the club himself, she’d sneak out of their suite and god only knew what trouble she’d get into on her own.
“We’ll go down for dinner and see where it goes from there, okay?”
When Ilyna squealed and ran into the bedroom, he couldn’t help but chuckle at her enthusiasm. Only a few moments later she emerged in a barely there white sheath. He whistled his appreciation, making a mental note to thank Dane for the clothes he’d provided for Ilyna, and put out his arm for her to take. She lifted her chin and nodded her thanks, looking every inch the ambassador. Except, of course, for her bare hand touching his forearm.
They had no reservation for the dining room—Ris-K had a reputation not only for sex but for having one of the best chefs in the city—but they were seated at the table usually reserved for Dane’s use. Formal dining was an activity in which Ilyna was not only skilled, but comfortable, and soon they were enjoying the finest of wines and each other’s company.
The sexual tension in the room was high—the diners had either just lived out their sexual fantasies or were anticipating doing so after their meals. But Bryan was relieved she seemed content to focus on him. They talked a little about his childhood. Bryan and Dane had gone into foster care early in their lives and had remained there until their foster father disappeared when he was a teenager. Dane had been old enough to care for him then, and it all remained an overall unremarkable time of his life. Then the subject switched to his work and he tried to think of stories that would make her laugh. It was a rich, beautiful sound that turned the head of every man in the room.
She leaned in close across the table. “Did you ever have a horny housewife call you to go have sex with her?”
Bryan laughed and shook his head. “No, but I think I saw that movie at the electrical inspector’s bachelor party. I did have a horny alien ambassador show up at my door, though, wanting to use my body for sex.”
Her face softened and a hint of pink tinted her pale cheeks. “Did you let her?”
“I did. I didn’t even charge her for it. Electrician’s aren’t known for freebies, either.”
“Were you sorry you let her in?”
“No, sweetheart. It was the best job I ever landed.”
She looked as though she might cry—something he wasn’t even sure she had the capacity for—and Bryan was relieved when their server appeared to ask if they wanted dessert.
“No thank you,” Ilyna answered. “I brought my own.”
Bryan felt as confused as the server looked, but he passed also and she went on to the next table. “You brought your own?”
She leaned forward, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “I want to suck your cock until you come in my mouth.”
He almost snapped the stem of his wine glass in two. “Umm…well, that’s direct.”
Bryan was talking to air. Ilyna had already slipped under the long drape of the tablecloth. He thought about dragging her out and taking her back to the suite, but what the hell? He undid his jeans and worked his cock free. It was already hard and it jumped in his hand when Ilyna’s soft, warm lips pressed a kiss against the tip. He let her take over then and tried to keep his hand nonchalantly on the table.
She drew him in slowly, and not being able to see her was excruciating. He had to force himself not to fling the table away so he could see his dick sliding in between her rosy lips. His sac tightened and he almost groaned aloud. This wasn’t going to take very long.
His hips tried to rock in his chair as Ilyna’s mouth traveled up and down his erection, pausing now and again so she could run her tongue over the tiny slit in the head before taking him deep against her throat again. Dishes rattled and he forced himself to ease his grip on the tablecloth.
When her fist joined in the gentle strokes, he threw back his head and closed his eyes, audience be damned. Lubricated by her saliva, her fist squeezed a path behind her mouth. First up, then down, until he couldn’t stand anymore. When her other hand began caressing his balls, while the double whammy of her hand and mouth still worked his dick, he came. He reached down with one hand, holding the back of her head as she drank him in, her mouth still milking the come from his throbbing cock.
Then she reappeared and sat in her chair as if nothing was amiss. Taking the white linen napkin from the edge of the table, she daintily wiped the corners of her mouth and smiled. “I’m ready for my tour now.”
Bryan pressed a hand to his racing heart. “I’m going to need a moment, sweetheart.”
* * * * *
Ilyna couldn’t believe the number of ways humans found to have sex with one another. Dressed in matching, emerald satin Ris-K robes, they explored the hidden hallways that were restricted to Dane and his head of security. Each room had a two-way mirror so Bryan and Ilyna could see the activities going on inside, though they could hear nothing. Every room in the club had maximum soundproofing.
She’d seen whips, feathers, whipped cream and a small group of men happily screwing watermelons and cantaloupes on a red and white checked picnic cloth. They’d sped by most of the fetish areas, although Ilyna had been momentarily fascinated by a man jerking off into a red leather boot. She’d also enjoyed watching the “Viking” pillaging and plundering once Bryan assured her the women worked for Dane and were paid very well to be willingly pillaged and plundered.
They paused at the next window and Ilyna marveled at the tangle of arms and legs. How did somebody not have an eye poked out?
She watched silently for a moment, trying to count how many bodies writhed in the pile. Something was missing.
“Bryan, there is no man in there.”
He laughed, softly and close to her ear. “Some women enjoy having sex with other women.”
“But do they not need a penis?”
“They find ways to compensate,” he whispered against her neck. “You don’t have lesbians on Acela?”
She shook her head. “We have nothing there. Careful genetic engineering is not conducive to…this.”
A woman separated herself from the pile long enough to reach into a basket set nearby. She pulled out a tube and Ilyna leaned closer to the window, her curiosity peaked.
“I think you’ll see one of those ways now,” Bryan said. He was behind her, and his hands slid up over her thighs, the emerald satin bunching at her waist.
From the tube, the woman squeezed a glimmering gel into her fingertips. For a moment she rolled the lubricant on her fingertips, and then she grabbed the ankle of the woman nearest her.
She pulled the foot to spread the woman’s legs, and then her hand disappeared between her thighs.
“Pity we don’t have a better view,” Bryan whispered.
Ilyna felt his hand sliding down her ass and relaxed her muscles, letting it slide between her legs.
She gasped when his finger slid into her. Clearly she was aroused, for her juices made no artificial gel lubrication necessary.
“They also use devices similar to yours,” he was explaining, but she barely heard him. “Without the virtual reality.”
Bryan’s finger slid tortuously in and out of her and she couldn’t stop the little whimper that escaped her lips.
He bit her earlobe and then slid another finger into her. “Would you like to try that?”
“I would miss your cock very much,” she said, rocking her hips against his hands.
His fingers slid from her body, and she felt the head of his cock take their place. “You mean this, baby?”
She thrust back hard, impaling herself upon his erection. He groaned and tried to pull back, but she was already coming and she reached behind her to hold his hips against hers. When the tremors faded, Bryan pulled his still throbbing cock from her pussy and she sighed at the loss. The tip traced a most trail around her clit, then it brushed delicately over her ass, pausing to rub not too insistently against the one place his body hadn’t yet entered.
“Let’s move to the next window,” he whispered, and she smiled at the hoarseness in his voice. He was hanging on to his control by a thread, and she was going to make sure he lost it, no matter what tableau next greeted them.
* * * * *
Bryan led her to the next surveillance window, knowing this would be the last before his desire to come overcame his willpower. A threesome, he noted. Two males, one female. He wasn’t so sure he wanted Ilyna carrying ménage images around in her overactive little imagination.
He realized the identity of the shorter blond man seconds before Ilyna did. He wasn’t just blond. He was preternaturally pale—because his melanin was injected, not engineered, he recalled.
“Minister Jerrod,” Ilyna whispered, her voice tight.
“I guess you’re not the only Acelan with a secret,” Bryan replied, trying to keep his tone light. He tried to nudge her toward the end of the hallway, but she wouldn’t be moved. “Do you know the other man?”
“That is Cendrick, his aide. I don’t recognize the woman, though.”
“She works for Dane.”
When Jerrod dropped to his knees in front of Cendrick, Ilyna covered her mouth. For a moment Bryan thought she was crying, but when he leaned closer he realized she was trying not to giggle. When the Minister opened wide and accepted his aide’s entire cock deep into his throat, she lost the battle and laughed out loud.
“He’s pretty good at that,” Bryan said. “He must practice…a lot.”
Cendrick moved his hips in a lazy rocking motion, sliding his erection in and out of his boss’s eager mouth. He looked almost bored, and Bryan was beginning to feel that way himself. He stepped closer behind Ilyna and reached around to cover her breasts with his hands. As he kneaded them, pausing occasionally to tug at her nipples, Cendrick snapped his fingers at the woman who’d up to that point only been watching.
Bryan felt Ilyna’s breath quicken as Jerrod reclined on his back on a low bench. He was afraid watching her Minister engage in sex would be too awkward for her, but her excitement hadn’t dimmed.
Cendrick poured oil into his hands, then made fists over Jerrod’s erection, lubricating him until he glistened under the soft lights. The woman straddled the Minister, facing away, and Bryan’s own cock throbbed as Jerrod’s slid into the woman’s ass.
“Is he…oh my,” Ilyna said, a ragged sigh escaping her. He felt the tremble in her body, and he hooked one foot inside hers, urging her legs further apart. Bending his knees slightly, he rested his length in the crack of her ass, letting her grow accustomed to its feel.
“Do you want that, sweetheart?” he whispered into her hair. “Do you want me to fuck your ass?”
She didn’t answer, but she didn’t pull away. Bryan looked back at the window in time to see Cendrick step between the woman’s thighs. As the Minster plunged his cock into the woman’s ass, the aide pushed his own into her wet pussy. He imbedded himself to the hilt, then pulled back before plunging again, timing his thrusts with Jerrod’s.
Ilyna’s breath quickened, and Bryan pinched her nipple as punishment for being so excited by the sight of other men fucking. “Does that turn you on, Ilyna?”
“Oh, yes,” she breathed. “Two cocks at once. It’s…amazing.”
Jealousy burned in his veins, and he reached into the pocket of his robe for the mini-bottle of lube. While he warmed it for a moment in one hand, he used his other to push gently on her shoulder blades while forcing her legs even further apart. Then he pressed the head of his cock against her wet pussy and jammed it home. She gasped and had to grab on to the bar to keep from hitting the glass. He drove himself in to her right to his balls, hard, several time before pulling out of her entirely.
Then he poured the hot lube on his dick and touched the head against her virgin behind. If she wanted two cocks, he’d give her two cocks. But no other man was ever going to touch her again.
* * * * *
Ilyna stiffened when Bryan’s cock nudged at that tiny entrance, but she relaxed quickly. Bryan had given her nothing but pleasure and he wasn’t going to change now. She watched the woman on the other side of the glass, could see her mouth forming words of encouragement, urging them on. The two cocks pounded into her and her breasts bounced and she appeared to be screaming with pleasure.
Taking a deep breath to relax herself, Ilyna pressed herself backward, meeting Bryan’s careful thrust. There was an intense stretching sensation, a brief flash of pain, and then his cock was in her ass, gently fucking her. She whimpered and clutched the bar, letting this new sensation wash over her.
Bryan’s breath was harsh and ragged, and she knew he was going to come soon. But he put his hands on her shoulders and pulled her upright against him. With his arm around her waist, he backed them up a pace or two.
“Put your feet up on the bar,” he ordered, and with him supporting her weight she was able to rest her feet on the bar. The angle deepened the thrusts of his cock, and the pleasure bordering on pain almost drove her mad.
Then in the slight reflection of the glass, she saw what was in his left hand. She moaned, her body ready to come even before he held the vibrator up for her to see. “Suck on it, baby. Get it nice and wet because it’s going in your pussy.”
In the glass reflection, she made a big deal of running her tongue over the fake phallus and drawing it deep between her lips and Bryan’s cock pulsed in her ass in response. On the other side of the mirror, the two Acelans had drawn away from the woman and now Ilyna watched as Cendrick bent over the bench and presented his own ass to Minister Jerrod, who proceeded to fuck his aide as if a man possessed by fury. She barely noticed when Bryan took the vibrator from her hand, but she noticed when it prodded the entrance to her pussy.
Her gaze returned to their own reflections and, positioned as she was, she could see Bryan fucking her ass even as he slid the warm metal into her. She was stretched and filled by the two cocks as they moved—sometimes in alternating strokes, sometimes in unison. Any thoughts of the trio in the private room fled and she could think of nothing but her own pleasure—her own image being fucked by two dicks.
Her muscles tensed and Bryan’s hips quickened the pace while his hand slowed. When her orgasm came, she couldn’t stop the scream, and as her body jerked against Bryan’s she was aware of his own hard thrusts and guttural cry.
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