The Genius

by Elin Peer

  “The temperature is fine.”

  When it was my turn, I watched his chest rise and fall when my hands slid around on his body. His eyes were watching my every move – his beautiful brown eyes shining with lust.

  “Could you speed it up a little?” he asked and leaned in to kiss me. “There are about a million things I think would benefit your research.”

  I smiled. “Like what?”

  “Like how happy a man looks when a woman blows him in the shower?”

  Lifting my index finger, I raised an eyebrow. “Don’t do that thing you did last time. I couldn’t breathe.”

  Marco placed both hands behind his head. “I’ll let you be in control.”

  Squatting down in front of him, I had the water falling on my back. “Your penis is one of the nicer ones.”

  “What?” Marco frowned down at me. “What did you just say?”

  “I’ve seen a lot of penises in my research, and some of them have large veins or they’re crooked. Yours is smooth and has a very good size without being enormous.”

  “Are you saying my cock is small?”

  “No, you’re among the top twenty percentage in the test group, but to be honest, the largest ones scare me.”

  “My cock was never measured. How would you know?”

  “Oh, the test bots collect that sort of data for us. We measure how deep you get in. The average erect penis size of the testers here in the Northlands varies from 13 to 22 centimeters with an average of 16 centimeters and a circumference of…”

  “Tell me in inches – you know we don’t use the metric system.”

  I played with his shaft and calculated in my head. “The average Nman is 6.3 inches long compared to 5.2 in the Motherlands. I checked your stats and yours is 7.2 inches long with a circumference of 5.3.”

  Marco shook his head. “The fact that you know that is just weird.”

  I gave him a small smile and licked the length of him. “I was paying you a compliment. Yours is perfect.”

  “Thanks.” He smiled back at me as I spread my lips and took him inside my warm mouth.

  With a deep groan of pleasure, Marco closed his eyes and leaned his head back.

  As a true scientist, I approached my research with great curiosity, testing out different approaches to oral sex, all the while paying attention to Marco’s reactions. He liked it when my tongue played over his sensitive crown, he liked it when I licked him up and down his shaft, but he seemed to get the most pleasure when I massaged him up and down with my hand on the lower part of his erection, while at the same time sucking the top part with my mouth.

  “Ohh, that feels fucking unreal,” he moaned when I made suction with my mouth and increased the amount of saliva to use for lubrication.

  “You’re a genius at this too, Shelly.”

  Empowered by his praise, I continued and met his eyes, which were hazed with lust.

  “Fuuck… stop, stop.” Marco’s voice sounded pained.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  Marco pulled me up and hugged me. “No, you did everything right.”

  “Then why did you stop me?”

  “Because I was going to come and I didn’t want that.”

  “Oh.”

  Marco’s hands were in my hair and he met me in a deep passionate kiss. “I want to get inside you.” He was eager and almost shaking with desire when he picked me up and pressed me against the wall.

  With his fingers, he warmed me up but it only took a few seconds before he smiled with hooded eyes. “You’re nice and wet.” With me sitting on his hips, the tip of his erection was pressing against my entrance. At the same time, Marco pinched my nipple between his fingers, sending powerful signals to my core that an intrusion was close. “Do you want me to fuck you?” he muttered in between the deep kissing and sucked on my lower lip, releasing it with a pop.

  “Yees.” The word came out in a long raspy drawl.

  “Then say it.”

  “I want you.”

  “Say that you want me to fuck you.”

  We were nose to nose, looking deeply into each other’s eyes when I spoke the naughtiest words in my life. “I want you to fuck me, Marco.”

  A deep guttural sound came from him before he pulled me down over his stone-hard erection, widening me, stretching me, and squeezing my cheeks with his large hands while holding me up against the wall.

  My hands were around his neck, my eyes taking in how his mouth was open, his breathing heavy, his dark hair falling down his forehead in thick locks with water dripping from them. Lowering my eyes, I watched where our cores met and his smooth erection drew in and out of me. It was arousing and I could feel my own pulse speed as if I was running. An interesting detail, since I did nothing but let him take me. His deep thrusts were close to painful, but not quite. I wondered if there was such a thing as pleasurable pain since that was the best way I could describe it.

  “Do you like it?” he muttered and stared into my eyes with his pupils dilated from arousal.

  “Yes.” I gave a small moan and began panting when he picked up his pace and took me hard and fast.

  His six-pack stood out to me, and underneath the sexual haze that I was in, my analytic mind was wondering about all the strength it took for him to hold me up like that. I doubted a normal Motlander male would be able to do it and noted to myself that Natura would have to be on the lighter end of the scale.

  “I want you from behind,” Marco panted and put me down on the floor of the shower before turning me around. He had to bend his knees because I was shorter than him, but once he got a good grip around my hips he pushed in deep and swiveled his hips. I planted my palms on the wall to steady myself and was no longer able to think about research. Marco felt huge inside me and looking over my shoulder, I almost purred from the sight of my long-time crush looking like he wanted to eat me up. There was no man in this world that I wanted to do this with but him. I trusted Marco.

  “Do you like it?” he asked with hooded eyes.

  I bit my lower lip, the edges of my mouth tugging upward. “Can’t you tell?”

  “Talk dirty to me.” He kept pushing in and out, his fingers boring into my skin.

  “Marco, it feels so good when you take me from behind.”

  “Taking you feels fucking amazing. I could get used to this view of your gorgeous body.” With a firm hand on my right breast he pulled me back against his chest and spoke low into my ear. “You might not want to marry me, but right now you’re mine, do you understand?”

  I pushed my body back to meet his every thrust and closed my eyes when he reached around my hips to stimulate my clitoris with his fingers.

  “Yes.” My legs felt wobbly, like all I wanted to do was fall in love and let him catch me.

  He kept going, holding me up on my toes, and panting from the fast movements of his hips. Marco stretched and softened my insides as if he were a relentless blacksmith pounding iron to his will.

  The overdose of oxytocin spreading in my body put a blissful smile on my face and I moaned with delight as I leaned my head back against his shoulder. Marco was so large and strong compared to me, but I felt at peace and my breath whooshed out: “I trust you.”

  My words undid Marco, who tightened his hold around me and bit into my neck without breaking the skin. “I can’t hold it much longer,” he warned.

  “Yes, Marco… yes….” The rush of being taken by him with his arms holding me so tight, the sound of his deep breathing in my ear, and the slight pain from his bite on my neck had me tensing up in my body, my pelvic muscles tightening as my orgasm came rolling in, and made me whimper while he roared out his deep groans and intensified the pace in a short sprint of deep and fast pumps.

  The release was powerful and for a minute we stood linked together with his body resting over mine, his head leaning down on my shoulder, and him still spearing me with his erection.

  “That was out of this world,” he mumbled and kissed my cheek.r />
  “Marco.” My brain had begun operating again.

  “Uh-huh.” He didn’t move.

  “Did you just come in me again?”

  “Shit!” He straightened up and pulled out of me, his eyes large with regret. “I didn’t think. I’m sorry.”

  “You promised.”

  “I know. I don’t know what happened.” His hands were in his hair. “Fuck.”

  I spread my legs and began pressing the semen out.

  “Here, see if you can wash it out,” he said and pulled down the showerhead.

  “Wash it out?” I gave him an are-you-serious look. “How do you know the water won’t push it further up?”

  “Do you have any better ideas?”

  “One. Don’t come in me when I tell you not to.”

  He pushed the shower hose at me. “At least try washing it out,” he encouraged.

  With an annoyed sigh, I squatted down a bit and pressed the shower head to my opening,

  “Do you want me to help?” Marco asked, shifting his weight from one foot to the other.

  “I think you’ve done enough.”

  “Shelly, I swear I didn’t mean to come inside you.”

  “Yet you did. Twice!”

  “The first time wasn’t my fault,” he defended himself.

  My eyes were on the water running out of me. “Let’s hope you don’t have super sperm as you talked about.”

  “And that you’re not ovulating any time soon,” he added.

  When I’d done what I could to flush his semen out, we turned off the water and used the dryer function. Marco was apologetic and hugged me.

  “Are you mad at me?”

  “Yes” would have been the right answer but I was raised in a society of politeness and said, “What good would that do?”

  “I’m sure you’re not pregnant. You said it yourself, the chance is slim. Some of the couples I know had sex for many months before they got pregnant. Like eight months, and sometimes more than a year. It’s rare to get pregnant right away.”

  I knew Marco was trying to calm himself down and went along with it. “You’re right. We have nothing to worry about.”

  “Let me get you a clean t-shirt to sleep in,” he said when we got out of the shower.

  “No, it’s fine.” I picked up the t-shirt he’d lent me and didn’t tell him that I liked how it smelled of him.

  “All right. Suit yourself.”

  After cleaning our teeth, and Marco getting some clothes from his room, we stood in the hallway – me in his t-shirt, him naked, holding the clothes in front of his crotch.

  “Then I guess I’ll see you tomorrow.”

  “You could sleep with me in the bed, if you’d like. Maybe we could snuggle,” I suggested.

  Marco shook his head. “Nah, I’d better sleep on the couch in case Storm comes back early. I wouldn’t want him to know what happened between us.” He moved toward the living room.

  “Right.” Disappointment filled me as I watched him walk away.

  “Sweet dreams,” he said over his shoulder.

  “Marco.”

  He stopped. “Yeah?”

  “What do you think Storm would say if he found us in the same bed?”

  “He would assume we were getting married. Since you don’t want that, there’s no need for him to know anything. He wouldn’t understand.”

  I fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt, asking the painful question on my mind. “Are you ashamed of sleeping with me?”

  Marco walked back at a slow pace, his forehead wrinkled in frown lines. “Shelly, we agreed that we didn’t want anyone to know.”

  “Yes.”

  “You want me to tell Storm now?”

  “No.”

  “Good, then let’s just stick to the plan. I know it’s unconventional, but if anyone can make it work, it’s us.”

  I didn’t respond, but just stood there and watched him give me a small smile and walk away again, his naked behind firm and round.

  “Why?”

  Marco turned for the second time, this time with a sigh. “Why what?”

  “Why can we make it work better than anyone?”

  He lifted a hand. “Because we were never in love and we never made any promises. You asked me not to get possessive and I won’t.”

  “Nmen typically are possessive by nature.”

  “True. But you made it clear that you’re not interested in me as a mate.”

  “I only said that I wouldn’t marry you and that I have work in the Motherlands.”

  “Exactly.”

  An inner voice shouted that I wanted nothing more than to be Marco’s mate, but I wasn’t a fifteen-year-old girl with juvenile dreams anymore. I understood that culturally we were too different and that we could never make each other happy.

  “Will you be possessive of Louisa?” It just slipped out.

  “That’s different. If I win her, she’ll be my wife.”

  “I see.” Intellectually his words made perfect sense but they still hurt. I might not want to marry Marco, but I wanted to be with him. Laugh with him. Explore sex with him. If only there was a way that didn’t include children and marriage.

  I hurried into bed, holding back the pain in my heart.

  The blanket was pulled up high and my back was to the door when Marco suddenly spoke from the doorway.

  “Hey, Shelly?”

  I didn’t turn around but made a sound to let him know I was still awake.

  “You’re not going to tell anyone, are you?”

  “No.”

  “Good, ’cause people wouldn’t understand and it could blow my chances with Louisa if she hears that I was sleeping with a Motlander. She might think I’m in love with you and pick another champion because of it.”

  Why did he have to drill it in that he wasn’t in love with me? It was the second time he said it within a few minutes.

  “I understand.” My voice sounded deceivingly unaffected, and Marco left with a small whistle while I ignored the tear running over the bridge of my nose and landing without a sound on the pillow.

  CHAPTER 12

  Reunion Plans

  Marco

  Tristan couldn’t take his eyes off Willow, and I didn’t blame him. Willow had been the prettiest girl at the school ten years ago, and now at twenty-two she lit up the whole room when she walked into Tristan’s apartment with Hunter and me.

  “I heard you fainted,” Willow said with concern and sat down on the armrest of the sofa where Tristan was occupying half of it with his feet up. “How are you feeling?”

  “Willow?” Tristan pushed himself up, his smile growing. “I didn’t know you were in town.”

  She gave him a blinding smile and pushed her long shiny hair back over her shoulder. “I’m trying to get Hunter to move to the Motherlands so we can be closer, but so far I’m the one who has to travel up here to see my brother.”

  Hunter, who had the same spectacular green eyes as his sister, crossed his arms. “We swung by Storm’s place, but he wasn’t home, and Marco told us what happened so we came by to check up on you.”

  “Thank you. I’m doing a lot better.” Tristan reached for a glass of water on the table next to him. “If only my head would stop hurting.”

  I was angry at Tristan for having been so reckless the day before and gave him a hard time. “You deserve to be in pain after putting Shelly in danger like that. What were you thinking, taking a woman to a bar? Do you realize what could have happened to her?”

  “What happened to Shelly?” Willow asked with a frown.

  I told the story of finding Shelly half naked and surrounded by a group of drunken males.

  “Oh no, poor Shelly, she must have been so frightened,” Willow exclaimed. “I would have gone into hysteria.”

  “Shelly isn’t like that.” Storm tucked his shoulder-length hair back behind his ears. “She was scared, but she didn’t panic or cry like other women would have.”

  “I saw tea
rs in her eyes,” I added. “Not a lot, but she was terrified.”

  Willow scratched her collarbone and Tristan’s eyes followed her every movement. “Shelly was always tough. I remember thinking of her as an adult back when we went to school, even though she is only – what? – three years older than me.”

  “That’s because she’s so different from the rest of us.” Hunter pulled a chair over to sit close to the couch. “I mean with the way her brain works.”

  “I wish I had a photographic memory.” Storm sighed and then he lit up. “You know what? Since we’re all here, you can help me plan the reunion party.”

  “What reunion party?” Willow asked.

  “We were the first students to be mixed together from each side of the border. I thought it would be fun to get everyone together again and celebrate that it’s been ten years.”

  Willow’s eyes flew to Hunter and back to Storm. “Are you going to invite everybody?”

  “That was the plan.”

  Hunter rose up to his full height. “You’re not inviting Solo.”

  “Ah, come on, it’s been years,” Storm argued and looked to Willow for help. “Don’t you think it’s time to move on and forgive him?”

  Willow and Solomon had been a couple back at the school, but they had been only twelve and fourteen and too young for me to ever take it seriously.

  “Are you still in contact with Solo?” Willow asked me.

  “No. He just kind of fell off the radar. I’m not sure what happened to him.”

  Tristan spoke up. “He trained with Magni until he left the school. I know he hoped to join the Huntsmen, but I don’t know if he ever did. I tried connecting with him, but after what happened, he cut me off.”

  Storm turned to Hunter. “Look, I know that Solo messed up, but he used to be our friend and I want everyone to be at the reunion.”

  Hunter’s jaw was set and he didn’t look forgiving at all. “If you invite Solo, Willow and I won’t be there.”

  Willow’s lips disappeared in a thin line.

  Throwing his hands in the air, Storm sighed. “Fine, but at least think about it. For all we know, Solo might be married by now and have kids. Maybe you could drink a beer with him and laugh at what happened back then.”