Alien Sex 103

by Allie Ritch

  The entire way, Zeo kept touching her, stroking her back or arm or hair until they entered her apartment and she closed the door behind them. Her trembling didn’t cease when she got inside. Instead, it intensified as she got the lights on and turned to face him.

  Expecting him to leap on her, Pixie tried to prepare herself, but he just fixed her with his gaze. After a moment, he switched his attention to the tiny living area leading to her bedroom and stalked past her to move deeper inside. After a quick glance at his surroundings, he strolled through her open bedroom door and disappeared from sight. He didn’t call after her, didn’t even say a word. Shocked, she stood there and gaped.

  It wasn’t until a full minute later that suspense and curiosity finally outweighed her nerves. She found herself tiptoeing after him, although she wasn’t sure what she’d find when she reached him. Had he gotten undressed? Was he lying naked beneath her sheets?

  With a deep breath for courage, she entered the bedroom. There he was, standing fully clothed in front of her closet. Holding out his hand in silent invitation, he beckoned her closer. Despite her dry mouth, Pixie swallowed hard as she walked toward him.

  *

  Drawing on the patience of the hunter, Zeo remained quiet and still while Pixie closed the distance. Her fear smelled like freshly chipped ice, but the spicy aroma of her arousal lay just beneath it. The first was unnatural as far as he was concerned—a result of insecurity and whatever wariness her New Earthling culture must have instilled in her. The latter scent, however, was all her.

  Her animal, her most basic self, called to him with the imperative to mate. Whether she acknowledged that pull or not, he knew they were meant to join together. He’d known it from the first moment he’d seen her.

  But first he needed to help her claim her sexuality. Once she did, her confidence would grow, and she’d be able to stand up to the females of his community. He hoped.

  She slipped her soft hand into his, and Zeo once again marveled at the smoothness of her feminine skin. It made him want to rub his body all over it until his scent filled her every pore. Pulling her closer, he buried his nose in her hair before setting his hands on her slim hips. He turned her to face the mirror he’d discovered on her closet door.

  “Undress for me.”

  Beneath his hands, her body went stiff. “What?”

  “Undress,” he repeated. “I would know your body.”

  Her gaze rose to meet his in the mirror, and he could see the debate raging in her mind. Hoping his calmness would ease her, Zeo remained utterly still while she made her decision. His heart leapt for joy, as did his eager cock, when she unsealed the front of her blouse. When her shaking hands reached the hem, though, she refused to let the fabric part. He could see her knuckles had turned white.

  Undeterred, he grunted. “Open.”

  “I can’t.”

  He tilted his head at her, trying to understand her difficulty. “Are you ashamed?”

  Many of the other races seemed to enforce modesty with shame. He didn’t want Pixie to feel that way. Ever.

  “A little,” she answered, and he was pleased that she was honest with him. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”

  Zeo kissed her nape in encouragement. “Clothes are for warmth and to protect soft skin. Do not hide behind them. I will keep you warm and safe.” Deliberately, he pressed his hips closer so she could feel his rampant erection against her backside. “Feel how much I want this.”

  With her spooned so closely, he caught the sensual shiver that ran through her. Drawing an audible breath, she finally loosened her grip and let her blouse fall open. Zeo didn’t break eye contact as he stepped back enough to slip the material off her shoulders and onto the floor.

  He was unsurprised when she kicked off her sandals and undid her pants next instead of fully baring her breasts. It didn’t matter. He could wait. She would show him everything before they were through.

  Stepping free of her clothes, she stood before him in white cotton panties and bra—a virginal color for New Earthlings, if he wasn’t mistaken. The lily-white undergarments contrasted nicely with her pink skin.

  “All of it.” He was startled to hear his voice had lowered another octave.

  Somehow, this skittish young female spoke to his most primitive needs. She spurred his desire more than anyone before her. He kept himself in check, but he didn’t try to hide his hunger. She needed to learn how to match his passion.

  Still watching her in the mirror, Zeo saw her close her eyes as she popped open her bra and shrugged it off. He only got the briefest glimpse of her pert nipples before she covered them with one arm and used her free hand to shuck her panties. His nostrils flared as her intimate scent intensified. Although he willed her to look at him, her eyelids remained firmly shut after she straightened.

  Gripping her wrists, he watched Pixie’s throat convulse when he forced her arms to her sides. For a second, he froze, unable to believe the beauty of her.

  Her creamy breasts were firm handfuls studded with pretty pink buds, and her hips and tummy were gently rounded in all the right places. The furry thatch between her legs was a full two shades darker than the halo of blonde tresses on her head, but her curls glimmered with gold where her juices coated them. All that was missing was the pale blue of her eyes.

  “Still hiding?” he asked.

  With obvious effort, she pried her lids open to look at him. He hadn’t thought it possible, but her body flushed an even rosier hue.

  “Perfect.” It was the only compliment worthy of her.

  His skin was more darkly tanned, and his hands were callused. Those were the details he noticed when he reached around to cup her breasts. She immediately jolted at the contact, but she didn’t break away.

  “Have you ever touched yourself?” he asked.

  A shy shake of her head.

  “Give me your hands.”

  She hesitated, but Zeo caught the backs of her hands in his palms. Lifting them up, he set them over her breasts and showed her how to caress the mounds and tweak her pebbled nipples. Although her pulse was racing beneath their hands, she didn’t stop.

  Inserting his knee, he widened her stance and slid her right hand down to the V between her legs. She instantly went rigid and ceased caressing her left breast.

  “Keep going.” He brushed her right nipple and gave it a tiny pinch.

  She flinched, but he got her started again with a little encouragement.

  Parting her delicate folds, he set her fingertip against her exposed clit. “Rub it.”

  She whimpered. “I can’t.”

  “You can.”

  Brooking no argument, he waited until she started drawing tentative circles around her precious nubbin. When she continued to massage her left breast, he dared to let go. Drinking in her reflection, he savored the erotic picture she made. He’d never seen anything so enticing.

  “You are masturbating,” he informed her, wanting her to realize the power she held.

  She could now please her own body anytime she wanted, although he secretly hoped she’d only do this with him.

  Her quivering visibly intensified again, but he was pleased to see she still didn’t balk.

  He reclaimed her opposite breast and began to pluck softly at the tip. The contrast of her hard nipple and the pudding-soft plumpness beneath fascinated him.

  “You are a woman, not a girl,” he assured her. “You deserve a woman’s pleasure.”

  Reaching around, he cupped her mound possessively just below where she still strummed her clitoris. She jumped and hesitated.

  “Don’t stop.” He barked the order more roughly than he meant to.

  Her lower lip trembled as she obeyed.

  Zeo wanted to capture that succulent lip in his mouth and tongue it, but nothing could make him disrupt his view of her. The sight of her naked and ready made hot shivers race up and down his body and along the length of his cock. He had to claim her, if only in some sm
all way. Tracking the source of her dampness, he slid his forefinger between her folds and set it against her opening. With slow, steady pressure, he pushed it past the resistance of her outer muscle and into her sheath.

  “Zeo?” She whined fearfully.

  He felt Pixie lift up on her toes as if she could escape his invasion. Laying his chin on her shoulder, he kept her in place. Although he made soothing noises, hoping to ease her, she remained tense.

  “Does it hurt?” he asked.

  She gasped. “I don’t know. It burns.”

  “You will grow used to it.”

  He slid his finger deeper. Her sheath was so hot she scorched him, so tight he worried for her as much as he craved her. What would she feel like wrapped around his shaft, struggling to accept his girth?

  Zeo wanted her familiar with the feel of penetration before he took her, so he intended to play with her often. Still groping her breast, he stroked his digit in and out of her snug sheath. After a moment, her lips parted, and she began to pant.

  “You are getting a handjob now, Pixie.” He wanted her to understand and appreciate each new experience.

  A sob broke from her, and her instincts finally took over enough to have her riding his hand with tiny jerks of her hips. He could feel the difference in her body immediately: the relaxation of her inner muscles as she let go, the fresh coat of cream on his finger. As she gave herself over to him, her body was seized by a wholly different sort of tension. He could tell she was getting close to coming.

  Wanting to push her that little bit further out of her comfort zone, Zeo wedged a second finger into her sex on the next upstroke. Pixie yelped, and he felt her sheath contract twice before her orgasm stuttered. He held still with his fingers only halfway in.

  “Relax for me.” His voice was even gruffer than usual. “I want to feel your virginity.”

  Her breathing turned ragged, and she shook her head. Around his fingers, though, he felt her channel flutter, so he listened to her body instead. Turning his head, he caught her earlobe between his teeth and gave it a sharp nip to distract her. He plunged his fingers the rest of the way inside as she cried out.

  That’s when he felt it: her maidenhead, her hymen, the proof of her innocence. The one obstacle to their mating. Until he’d attended the sexual education class, he hadn’t known such a barrier existed. Nimanian females didn’t have such a thing.

  To claim Pixie, he was going to have to rip through this membrane and bleed her, hurting her perhaps terribly in the process. Zeo didn’t know how to make it easier for her either. If he were a New Earthling man, then maybe he could be slow and gentle while she overcame her pain. But he was Nimanian. Once he mounted her, there was no pulling out, no turning back. He would pound her unceasingly until he spent his seed, and no amount of tears or screams would stop him. Although he wouldn’t mean to hurt her and he’d feel sick about it, his body and the primitive sex drive that rode it wouldn’t give him a choice.

  Despite the fact that Zeo was known as a fearless, competent male, the thought of hurting Pixie terrified him. He only hoped he could find a way to avoid it because he already knew he couldn’t give her up. One way or another, he was going to have her.

  Easing away from that damnable barrier, he began pumping both fingers into her before she lost too much momentum. In response, she mewled like the kitten he sometimes called her and dropped her head back on his shoulder.

  “Look at you.” He was aroused beyond bearing by the sultry female staring back at him.

  This was the real her—the passionate woman no one else, not even she, had ever seen.

  He saw her gaze flick down to his hand working aggressively between her legs, and then she cried out long and loud. Her intimate muscles formed a vise around his fingers as her climax rocked through her. Zeo watched her grimace in pleasure and felt both invincible and humbled.

  When she slumped against him, he cradled her in his arms until she got her legs firmly beneath her. She stood there, now unabashed by her nakedness, and he was pleased. Stepping back, he began discarding his clothes as he moved toward the bed.

  “Come learn me,” he invited her. “Relieve my body, Pixie.”

  He couldn’t wait to feel her hands on him. The nervous lick of her lips made his balls feel like they’d doubled in size.

  *

  Still gazing into the mirror, Pixie watched Zeo sprawl naked on her bed. He didn’t bother covering himself with the sheet or comforter, so she had a full view of his erection. It was huge! The rigid shaft was every bit as long as their fellow student, Krux’s, although it wasn’t quite as wide in circumference as Varion’s. Despite what her rational mind told her, she couldn’t believe she’d ever be able to fit him in her body.

  Fortunately, at least for tonight, she didn’t have to think about that. He wasn’t asking her to have sex with him. Well, not exactly. She was supposed to touch him the way he’d just handled her.

  Turning around, Pixie forsook his mirror image to face the reality of him squarely. Slowly, she approached the bed. His arms were crossed behind his head, and he watched her with a steady look as she climbed onto the mattress to kneel beside him. Staring at all that attractive male flesh made her wet her lips again. Who would ever have predicted she’d wind up with a male like him in her bed?

  With a tentative hand, she reached out and placed her palm on his chest. His skin was scalding hot and dusted with crisp hairs, and his heart beat steadily underneath. She could feel his steely muscles twitch when she stroked her fingers over one of his pecs, but he didn’t change expression. He continued to stare at her.

  Before she touched his flat nipple, Pixie shot him a questioning look. Zeo’s hum of approval fed her boldness, so she raked it with her nails and gave it a light pinch. This time, the rumble in his chest sounded more like a purr.

  Starting to enjoy herself, she explored him further. She took pleasure in his broad chest, strong arms, and trim waist, as well as his different textures. Skipping the intimidating part, she discovered his thighs and calves were equally roped with muscles, covered in a thin carpet of hair that stopped at his anklebones. Even his big feet were strangely attractive.

  When she worked her way back up, Pixie took his face in her hands, feeling his stubble rasp against her palms. Then she did what she really wanted to do and slid her fingers through the short hairs on his skull. The dark down might have been soft if he’d let it grow. At this length, it was prickly, although not at as rough as his sandpapery chin. He was smiling at her when she finally leaned down to kiss him.

  She’d never dreamed of being so brave, but the pleasure he’d given her seemed to bolster her confidence. After a leisurely reconnaissance of his lips and tongue—something that was still so novel it gave her goose bumps—she sat back to study his member. It was flushed an angry red and purple, topped by an oversized mushroom that leaked pearly tears from its tip. Her courage faltered.

  Pixie started to pull away, but Zeo caught her wrist and held her still. Without preamble, he shoved her hand down so that she curled it around his staff.

  “Stroke me,” he demanded. “I want to come by your hand.”

  Despite her anxieties, desire blossomed. Yes, she wanted to do that. She wanted to slide her hands over him and bring him the same pleasure he’d given her. In class, she’d seen how to do this, too. She just had to figure out how to apply that knowledge.

  He showed her. Guiding her hand, he demonstrated just the right amount of pressure and friction to use on his shaft. Then he settled back again, watching her from beneath hooded eyes as he waited for her to give him an orgasm.

  A nervous laugh escaped her. Pixie added her second hand and began thrusting both up and down like she was polishing stone. Unlike that lifeless material, though, his cock was warm and alive in her hold. It felt like satin-wrapped titanium with its own heat and pulse and skin that slid over the hard core with every thrust.

  Zeo groaned. “Faster.”

  With single-m
inded focus, she pumped his shaft with mounting speed until his body strained beneath her. She was captivated by the sight of him. His lips peeled back from his teeth, and the muscles of his thighs stood out every time he flexed his hips.

  He let out a loud snarl. “Cover the head and keep stroking.”

  Caught up in the moment, she did as he said. The second her palm cupped his crest, he arched his back and bellowed. Wet heat spattered her hand and dripped down her fingers as his penis kicked and spit. Fascinated, she kept going until he finally pushed her hands away and fell limp.

  Impossible as it seemed, Pixie had just given this incredible, intimidating man pleasure. She’d never felt sexier in her life.

  Chapter 8

  Zeo’s Choice

  Zeo indulged himself by sleeping the whole night snuggled up against his future mate in bed. When she awoke and found him still with her, her smile—genuine but tentative—warmed and softened him in ways he hadn’t expected. Ignoring his rampant morning erection, he simply petted her and got up to make sure she ate well before he left.

  A few hours later, he was walking through the gates to his home, which lay beyond the outskirts of the city. Like most Nimanians, he lived in a closed community with his extended family, friends, and whatever unattached males and females wished to stay with them in hopes of finding a mate. There were always people around if he wanted contact, but Nimanians were extremely territorial.

  Although everyone shared the common areas, no one was allowed near Zeo’s personal space without his permission. Likewise, he always requested an invitation before entering any of the others’ homes. It was a matter of respect and boundaries, and it helped keep fights to a minimum. Animal passions ran deep in his people, but they were no longer in the wilds of Nimania. Those who’d immigrated to Trilanta and elsewhere had learned to adapt to a more civilized society. It wasn’t always easy.

  As he moved through the lush gardens in the center of their commune, Zeo heard the sound of splashing up ahead. Moments later, he followed a side path around a tall fern and spotted several people lounging by the pool and playing in the water. It had taken all their resources to afford such an extravagance, but his whole community agreed it was worth it. Built in a long, curving sweep to resemble the bend of a river, the pool was a soothing addition that helped give them a natural oasis in the midst of the city.