Xander

by Vivienne Savage

  “I want all of you, Xander.”

  “You have me.”

  “No, I mean…” She curled her fist around both dicks at once, pressing them close together. They were flushed dark and red, throbbing with need, but he loved the contrast of their skin tones together, her smaller fingers wrapped around his dicks. “I want all of you inside me.”

  Raw, primal lust rose within him. Another growl rumbled in his chest. Part of him demanded instant satisfaction—to dive in and take what she offered. What little of his sense that remained cautioned him to go slow.

  “If we’re going to try this, I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “You won’t.”

  Lifting her up in his arms, he stepped from his pants and shorts in the few quick strides to the bed. He tossed her in the middle of it and lowered to one knee between her spread thighs. A single tug was all it took to rip her panties from her body. Like the dress, he’d buy her a hundred more. Right now, he needed her free and bared to him.

  While watching her face, he dove in and claimed her pussy with his mouth. He stroked with his tongue, thrusting it in and out the way he’d use one of his cocks. Her rewarding gasp fueled him. Thandie grabbed a fistful of the sheets in her right hand, a handful of his hair in her left.

  Suppressing the alien instinct boiling inside him, he slid into a pose of worship between her gorgeous thighs and loved the sweet, tight core of her, laving it with attention.

  Her hips raised from the bed. “God, Xander. Make love to me, please. I can’t take… can’t take any more of this teasing. I want to feel you inside me.”

  “Not teasing,” he murmured against her folds, before a playful lick divided them again and he found her clit, sucking it. Hard. Her thighs trembled, fingers curling against his dark hair. “If I’m going to fuck you with both cocks, baby, I want you wet enough to take them.”

  She shivered with delight. “I’m so wet you could probably fuck me with four.”

  He laughed and worked his way up her body until his warm breath feathered against her throat. “As tight as you are? I doubt it.”

  Taking the lower cock in his fist, he slid in, finding her as wet and wonderfully tight as she’d been every other time she’d dared to sneak into his stateroom for the night. He sank full hilt, the upper cock sliding against her swollen clit, and watched her face, the way her breath shuddered and her lips parted.

  He paused after the next backstroke, only the tip inside of her, and brought down his other cock. Thandie watched him, golden eyes bright and eager. Using every bit of self-control he possessed, he introduced his second cock into her body’s embrace and eased forward.

  Tight. Way too fucking tight. He grunted and dipped his brow to her shoulder, muscles straining and sweat beading on his temples.

  Her heel pressed in against his ass, all the indication he needed to continue. Her safety and well-being warred against his innate, animal urges, alien genes filling him with raw desire. With each rock of his hips, he drove deeper, until the snug fit left them both gasping, clinging to each other, moaning together in bliss and shared ecstasy.

  She was his. At last. Exactly the way things were meant to be.

  One of Xander’s cocks alone was deliciously thick. She’d known from the start what to expect and even planned it out in her head during many nights alone in her rack, imagination running wild as she pumped three or four fingers into her body. But all the practice in the world couldn’t prepare her for the sheer girth of him.

  He stretched her to capacity, and it burned so good that the merging of sensations startled her. Pleasantly surprised, she locked both legs around his waist. “Don’t stop, Xan, please.” She gazed up at him, saw his jaw clenched and the corded muscles of his throat standing out taut.

  How it must have killed him to go slow and steady, fearing he’d hurt her.

  If she was a female Lexar, he’d have no such qualms.

  No worries of hurting her.

  Thandie nudged him with her heel again and raised her hips. “Please. I can take it. Give me all of it.”

  Something about him being seated to the hilt, with each inch of both dicks buried inside her, stimulated every single nerve ending and set her ablaze with sensation.

  Xander nodded tightly and sucked in a sharp breath between his teeth on the first backstroke. Then he plunged forward anew. He was grinding against her clit, stroking her inside and out. Moving again introduced her to a whole new plane of rapture, a world where two dicks would always be better than one.

  Their moans blended together, sharing the same breaths, and all the finesse he’d displayed during prior sessions together evaporated, becoming something raw and primal. Urgent.

  Confident.

  One strong hand grasped beneath her thigh and hooked her calf over his shoulder. Then he thrust again, rocking her against the sheets.

  For a moment, she could only lie there beneath him in awe of his beauty, of how his muscles shone in the dim lighting, of the way his magnificent abs flexed and tightened on each forward stroke. Then farther down, she saw where they were joined, slick and gleaming, the thick root of his upper dick all she saw exposed as it plunged in and out. A jubilant cry left her lips.

  Tension wound inside her body, orgasm fast approaching but lingering just beyond reach. Xander leaned over her and nipped her left breast, the little bite of pain enough to send her cresting over the precipice. And still he didn’t stop, unrelenting and powerful with a desperate urgency to his rhythm until the moment he stiffened, too, and she felt the throbbing pulse of both cocks releasing at once.

  Stars burst behind her eyes and her entire world condensed down to him. To the feel of his hot skin against hers, the pleasure coursing through every limb, and the sweet sound of her name on his lips. That low, feral groan was everything she’d needed to hear.

  Nothing would ever compare.

  “You okay?” He stroked a damp curl from her brow, his soft voice pulling her back to the moment.

  “Uh huh.”

  “Just uh huh?” His breath tickled across her closed eyes.

  She wanted to smack him for the tease but her uncooperative body refused to move. Instead she made another pleased groan and waited for her heart to stop racing.

  Then Xander moved, and the sparks started all over again, delicious aftershocks causing her to clench around him in erratic flutters.

  He swore. “Fuck.” And the cocks that had been so soft and sated a moment ago twitched.

  “Again,” she whispered, finally opening her eyes. Later, she’d question why the hell she wasn’t sore, deciding to simply appreciate her blessings as they came. Rolling him onto his back, they remained locked together while she rocked astride his lean hips. “Let’s do it again.”

  Afterward, when neither of them could do more than lie in a sweaty sprawl across the enormous bed, she wondered at her good fortune, because Xander was like a dream come to life. Not only the sex—though it had ruined her for all other men—but everything about him.

  “Hey, Thandie?”

  “Hmm…yeah?”

  “I’m glad you’re my patient.”

  Her communicator buzzed with an incoming personal message. Thandie glanced toward it, too drowsy to crawl off her mountain of cuddly, affectionate man to fetch the device on the floor. “Sora, play that message.”

  It lit green, then a synthesized robot voice said, “Playing your recent voice message from Saskia DuPrie. Thandie, there’s one hell of a party jumping off at Atlantica Gulf right now. You’re missing out! Bring your man and come hang with us.”

  Xander chuckled against her hair. “Wanna go?”

  “Nope. Got all the party I need right here.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  “It’s not that I don’t appreciate whatever miracle happened last night,” Thandie said the next morning as she tried to choose between swimsuits for their snorkeling tour, “but why am I not sore?”

  “Huh?” Xander had already stretched across the
sofa in his trunks, content with watching her shimmy in and out of one suit after the next. He tore his gaze away from her bare ass and blinked. “What now?”

  “I kind of expected to feel like I’ve been reamed by an elephant, but I actually feel great. Not complaining or anything, but I’m curious.”

  Xander laughed. “Oh. I guess I inherited that part from my Lexar father.”

  “Besides two amazing dicks? Magic?”

  “Do you really want to know? I warn you, you may not like what you learn.”

  She twisted around and stared at him. “Okay, now I really have to know. Spill.”

  “I don’t know the specifics, since it isn’t my exact field of study, but the Lexar have a sort of healing enzyme in their semen. My best guess is it has something to do with how, uh, strong they are. Their mating frenzies are almost beastial. I tried to take it easy on you, and it still almost got the best of me.”

  “That makes sense, in a weird way. Nothing ominous about it, though.”

  “What if I told you that you’re regularly exposed to refined Lexar semen?”

  “I’d say yeah, because I have you.”

  “Something else. A particular gel component the UNE buys from the Lexar.”

  A sinking, awful feeling settled in Thandie’s stomach. “You’re not saying...”

  “Let’s just say if our nanogel shipment is ever delayed during an emergency, our medical department will have a fresh supply on tap. It just may, ah, take a moment to fulfill the demand.”

  She hurled her swimsuit at him. “You are awful!”

  He just grinned back. “Go with the two-piece. Your tits look amazing in it.”

  “Aren’t you worried people will look?”

  “Not really. They’ve been in my mouth, and no one else gets to touch them.”

  After she wiggled into the sexy sunflower-print triangle bikini and a matching bottom that barely covered her ass, they went out for an Eloran-led snorkel tour.

  Their guide was so beautiful Thandie found herself as mesmerized by the slender alien as she was the schools of glittering fish swimming around them. So far, she’d noticed no two Elorans had the same pattern on their skin, always different colors, stripes, or marbled patches.

  During the two-hour tour, she swam alongside a two-headed shark that glowed orange as lava, visited an underwater grotto with living crystal flowers, and tentatively handfed one of the creepy aquatic spiders cruising around the magnificent reefs.

  A little after the end of the tour, after dragging on coverup shorts and a t-shirt, she wanted nothing more than to return for another two hours.

  “I’ll schedule a second tour for tomorrow, if you’re serious.”

  “I’d love that. Unless you have something else in mind,” she said.

  “Well, there are a few places I’d love to show you on the island.” He tugged her against him and leaned down for a kiss. “Places no one else knows about.”

  “Sounds like a date.”

  “Great. You ready to meet up with Gareth and the rest of the assault team for some parasailing?”

  Thandie lifted to her toes and kissed his cheek. “Since I have to share you, fine, but tonight you’re all mine.”

  At the dawn of the next day, Xander took Thandie on a private hike through the rainforest.

  More than a dozen paths led away from the beach, winding into the overgrown thickets and tropical flora. Three miles of trekking through the lush growth was enough distance to escape civilization, and afterward, the landscape treated adventurous visitors to a host of natural wonders. Waterfalls, quick-flowing rivers, and cenote caverns were only some of the other sights Xander had found over the years.

  And he shared all of them with Thandie, though the sixteen-mile round-trip excursion into the wilds claimed most of the morning and afternoon.

  They celebrated their return to civilization with dinner at a beachside cafe. Cuddled side by side on a wide hammock, they shared a colorful salad of local fruits and a plate of double-tail prawns stuffed with marauder crabmeat.

  “Want to head back to the room or do you have enough energy to wander the market?”

  Thandie tilted her face up to look at him. “Shopping, definitely. If I don’t send some souvenirs home to my sister I’ll never hear the end of it.”

  Hand in hand, they strolled down the beach to the seaside bazaar. Every time a UNE ship made port, the locals set up colorful stands to peddle their wares. Because the Elorans had no need for money, they preferred to barter for physical objects over galactic currency.

  “Oooh! These are pretty.”

  Thandie beelined to a table covered in small figurines carved from crystalline ocean rocks and opaline shells. The aqua-skinned Eloran behind the table smiled, spread her webbed fingers, and invited them to touch and admire her wares.

  “Look, it’s one of those crabs.” One of the statuettes depicted a vain crustacean holding a piece of fan shaped coral in one claw.

  “As ugly as the little blighters are on the outside, their interior polishes like mother of pearl. This was carved from the inside of a marauder’s bottom shell,” Xander explained, much to the Eloran woman’s surprise. She clapped giddily and nodded, sending her sleek strands of green-and-pink-striped hair bouncing over her shoulders.

  “Really?” Thandie’s eyebrows hiked upwards. “They’re all so pretty, and one would be a nice reminder of our visit, even if you did laugh at me.”

  “Your little shriek was adorable. Well worth the two seconds you glowered at me.”

  Rewarding him first with a kiss, she shooed him off to look around while she bartered for the keepsake. A wandering pace through the stalls lightened his pockets and wallet, exchanged for his favorite soap and a few local sweets. By the time he caught back up with Thandie, she was carrying a new woven basket full of her own purchases.

  Xander peered down at her collection of goodies. “I can see that you’re an impulse shopper.”

  “What? Okay, so I want my own seasilk sheets,” she fussed. “Yours spoiled me.”

  Xander grinned. “And all of that?” He gestured to the polished coral trinkets, bracelets, and glittering shells. Bright jewels shone from the surface of a unique hair comb crafted from a coral shrimp’s tail.

  “The bracelets are for my sister,” she defended. “Well… most of them, anyways. And… oh fine, I’ll put some of it back.”

  “Ignore me, I’m only taking the piss out of you again. Enjoy the time away from the ship and buy what you want.” Otherwise, he’d be forced to return and purchase the very things she removed from her basket.

  “Honest, I’m being good. I didn’t even try to stuff in the dress that I saw. I had no idea the Elorans wore such pretty silk.”

  “They don’t. Elorans only began to wear clothing when the first human settlers came. They do it for our modesty. Get the dress. You’ll regret leaving it once we’re gone if you don’t.”

  The crisp ocean breeze was alive in the air, infusing every woven article with the smell of the saltwater. Lingering traces of it clung to Thandie’s skin, along with the fragrance of a native citrus she’d dabbed against her throat. Xander breathed it in and set his cheek against the top of her head.

  Once Thandie made her final purchase of the evening, she returned to him with the dress in question, an airy, semi-translucent fabric fashioned into a strapless, knee length dress. Multiple layers of the gold and green material fluttered into an asymmetrical gauzy hemline against her thighs when she held it up for his approval.

  “It’ll look great on you,” Xander said.

  “You don’t think it’s too short?”

  “Nope.”

  “My dad would call it scandalous and my brother would challenge you to a duel for failing to rein me in,” Thandie told him.

  “I take it that your region of Tallulah is rather…” A war of humor versus horror raged in him. What the hell kind of family was he about to get attached to?

  “Old-fashioned? Yeah. S
ome of the newer cities, like Viljoen’s hometown, aren’t quite so traditional.”

  “I see. And they’ve reinstated dueling. That’s always grand.”

  Thandie chuckled. “It’s not as bad as some places.”

  “I suppose you’ve brought this up for a reason and I’m to be accompanying you home during leave?”

  “Oh…” Her gaze dropped and she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “Xander, I left home to escape all that sort of stuff. I wouldn’t drag you there unless you wanted to go.”

  He placed a hand on her hip and turned her to face him. “Do you want me to go home with you?”

  “I think my sister would like you.”

  “I’m not asking whether your sister or family would like me. Do you want me to go home with you?” Xander smoothed a disobedient lock of hair away from her brow.

  “Yeah, maybe one day. We can talk about it when all this colony stuff is over.”

  “Fair enough.”

  Her smile brightened. “Good. Now, c’mon, I’m ready for our little private bubble again.”

  They made their way back to the room and set their purchases aside. Thandie flopped down on the bed with a relieved groan.

  “I didn’t think it was possible, but you’ve worn me out with your outdoor escapades.”

  “Are you so certain of that?” Xander asked. The moment he approached, she scooted away and dashed to the adjoining bathroom. “The hell?”

  Her voice reached him through the door. “I need a minute!”

  “All right.”

  While Thandie peed, Xander undressed to his shorts and caught up on messages. Gareth wasn’t happy about his online girlfriend monitoring his virtual time. He’d logged on once, only for her to demand to know why he was video gaming during a supposed vacation.

  Xander snorted back a laugh and replied. Sounds like a good woman. Take her advice and enjoy the downtime. We have mere days here to enjoy the sunlight and fresh air.

  The messages passed back and forth for a while, but Thandie never emerged from the bathroom. Then the bathtub faucet turned on, and water splashed against tile.