30. Amanda

Chapter 30

Amanda

W ho said good sex had to be structured or serious? I was so turned on right now, I was going to explode, and we'd been joking about all the different ways and places he was going to give me oral.

"We can leave it open," I squeaked. How could he expect replies when he was sucking on my clit, and his nice thick fingers were plunging inside me?

A groan ripped from me as he glided his tongue from my clit to my entrance. He might make me drippy later, but he would only be adding to the drippiness, because I felt saturated with eagerness already.

"I'm going to make you come right now, mate," he said. "And then I'll make you come around my cock."

"Does that count as two of the three plus we plan for today?" I was teasing. No one would want to lick me between my legs four times a day.

"No," he growled against my flesh. He started moving his finger faster, doing a curling thing with them when he slid them out, and I lost all train of thought.

I had no problem with coming from this and then from his cock. I was going to get that big stick of meat inside me one way or another. I wasn't leaving this bedroom until I did.

Funny how I was horrified by its size when I first saw it. Now I wanted to feel the burn of it driving deep within me. I doubted I'd be able to take all of it. Contrary to popular belief, we didn't necessarily stretch down there outside of childbirth. And I wasn't going to contemplate something like that during this intimate moment. We'd make sure some of his cock was stuffed inside me and moving around soon.

Losing all control, I whimpered and jerked my legs up to plant my heels on the bed. Then I started thrusting up against his fingers. My mind was spiraling. My body was shuddering already.

And when he licked my clit and then did that nibbling thing I was quickly coming to adore, I gave way all at once, crashing down before rocking through what had to be the most powerful orgasm of my life.

"Yes," he crooned, stroking my clit while I continued to ride the wave. "Aren't you a good girl. Take what you need. Take it and then some more, lovely one."

There he went, feeding me the praise I adored. My body rocked again, though it was more aftershocks than another orgasm.

When I finally collapsed on the bed, he continued to stroke me through the ongoing shudders, telling me how amazing I was, how pretty my clit was, and how he adored my wet passage.

"I'm done," I said limply. "Round one is over and later, if you're a good boy, you can start round two."

"I'm a very good youngling, and I believe round two needs to take place now."

I had said I wasn't leaving this bedroom before I felt his cock, now hadn't I?

"Proceed, then," I said grandly. "Show me how good you can be."

"I can be very good." He flashed me a smile and climbed up over me. He could kiss me while still stroking deep inside me. Hell, he was so much bigger than me, he could probably massage my feet while kissing me, and he wouldn't have to stretch.

I could taste myself on his mouth, and it was as arousing as the leisurely strokes of his fingers inside me.

He was right. I wasn't done yet. I was ready for round two.

Leaving my mouth, he kissed his way down my body again. But when I started pumping my hips up against his hand, totally into the rising joy inside me, he pulled his fingers out. They made a needy sucking sound that I punctuated with a whimper.

"Don't take those fingers away," I said. "Give them back to me now."

"This." He ran my wetness down his big cock, and seeing part of me glistening on his length only turned me on more. "This wants you, as does this." He nudged his cock aside, revealing another. "One for your passage and one for your clit."

"Hold on. There are two?" I cried with delight.

"This one." He ran his fingertip across the tip of the smaller one. "Will massage your clit if you ask it nicely."

Fuck, he was good at this.

"We're going to have to do it face to face for that to happen." I shouldn't be sad that I wouldn't get to feel him driving deep inside me from behind, but I was intrigued by the thought of a second cock massaging my clit.

"My smaller cock stretches. Seeks. It'll find your clit from any position."

"I've died and gone to cock heaven."

"No cloning, then, whatever that is?"

"I'm greedy. Cloning means creating another you, a duplicate of the first, and while that could be fun if you both climbed into bed with me, we're leaving you a single unit." I sighed with joy. "I bet your batteries never run out." I'd explained how the toys back on Earth were powered.

"I am one big battery," he said. He gently rolled me onto my belly and tugged me down to the end of the bed. "Lift the bed higher, Alexa," he snarled, and the bed puffed, driving me up enough so he could stand behind me at the perfect level.

I wasn't going to think about an alien paying enough attention to what we were doing that she could respond to his commands. No, I was not. For now, Alexa was the real deal, a computer locked away somewhere and accessible only by our voice. It lived only to fulfill our commands.

After hitching me up onto my knees and nudging my thighs apart, he dragged his fingers through my folds, stroking all the way to my clit. "You're wet for me. Would this pretty passage like to feel my cock?"

"Yes," I breathe.

"Say all the words for me. Do you want me to drive my big cock deep inside you?"

"Yes, drive your big cock deep inside me, Xax. Please!"

"And would your ripe clit like to feel my second cock massaging it?"

"Yes, my ripe clit is begging for your second cock to massage it." I couldn't imagine how amazing this was going to feel. I was gushing just from this play. "Put that thing in me now. Make the other do its job, and you might get a treat from me later."

He crawled up over me, keeping his feet solidly on the floor but the rest of his body basically wrapping me up in all his delicious muscles. "What kind of treat?"

"Show me how good you can be, and later, you'll find out."

"You're going to make me come, mate, and I haven't even tried to get inside you yet."

"Then you'd better get to it because I'm greedy."

He slid his fingers inside me, and his groan rang out. "How can you be this wet?"

"Because I want you. Nothing's faked about that."

"You do."

I could hear the amazement in his voice.

He guided the head of his cock to my entrance and pushed forward, but he couldn't get even a bit of it inside me. "You're small."

"You're big. We established that already."

His second cock, such a good boy cock that it was, already knew its mission and had shifted around to attach like a little suction cup to my clit. It pumped and spasmed, and if it kept doing that much longer, it was going to be all over for me for a second time.

"Make that thing slow down," I growled. "Make it wait until you've put some of that cock inside me and you're moving it around."

His low laugh rang out, followed by a pop as his second cock slid away from my clit. It rested beside it, poised for action the moment I had need.

"Brace yourself, mate," he purred by my ear.

For one second, a touch of fear shot through me. What if it didn't fit? What if he pushed hard and I . . . split. Tore. Or whatever might happen when someone tried to put something too big inside my "tight" passage.

He continued to drag the head of his cock through my wetness, thrusting gently whenever he passed my entrance, but he somehow sensed my thoughts, because he stopped moving. "I can love you with my mouth alone. My second cock will be happy to suck on your clit, and my fingers will work just as well."

But that wouldn't do much for him. While I could get him off after with my hand or my mouth, it wasn't the same thing.

"Keep trying," I said.

"Tell me if it hurts. Please. I don't want to cause you any harm."

"Try," I snarled. "I'm ready. You're more than ready. And my passage, as you call it, is eager to see what that big cock can do."

"Alright." He seated himself again and rocked his hips forward. The head slid inside, and oh, how amazing it felt.

"More," I said.

"No pain?"

"It's very large. I can feel how big it is, but no, it doesn't hurt."

He braced my hips with his hands and pulled out, pushing forward again. More slid inside.

"Keep doing it like that. I know we can fit more of you inside."

"Not all of me."

"And that's okay. We can make this work."

"You're amazing, mate. Amazing."

I grinned. "I'm not only amazing. I'm a very good girl."

His low laugh rang out. "You are. A very good girl." Pulling out, he shifted forward again, each thrust seating his cock deeper inside me.

Finally, he reached the end of me, and while he paused to give me a chance to adjust, we both groaned .

"You feel wonderful." He panted by my ear. "You're wet and tight. I'm going to come pretty fast, which makes me feel as if I'm not as good a youngling as you are a good girl."

"Take a breather, then."

"When I'm in control, I'm going to move. Part B needs more of part A."

"It sure does."

He remained still for a while before he slowly slid out and thrust back in.

Pleasure rocked through me. He wouldn't be the only one who was going to come from this soon. I could feel my body beginning to crest already.

"Faster," I said. "You can push in hard with your thrusts."

"Most of me is fitting inside."

"Then see if you can ground out. See if you can get it all in there because I need it."

With a growl, he held my hips and started thrusting, slow and steady and exquisitely delicious. I couldn't tell if he got all of his cock inside, but as long as he was happy, I was satisfied.

There'd be no pretending to orgasm for me this morning. I had a feeling it was going to be like this between us each time.

Maybe his gods had been right. I was his mate, and he was mine.

He went faster, holding my body in place. Otherwise, his fierce thrusts would've shot me toward the shroom-generated headboard. Somewhere back on Earth, they made special furniture for sex. If I could get over the thought of his alien resident responding to our requests, I had a few ideas I'd like to try.

Our groans filled the room, accompanied by the slap of his thighs hitting the backs of mine.

"Second cock time?" he growled near my ear.

"Yes," I breathed.

Within seconds, his little vibrating tool had latched on and was massaging my clit. My eyes rolled back in my head as my orgasm roared toward me.

"I'm in control," he snarled. "I'm in control." Was he thinking about intricate vine weapons and generating shroom spores or whatever it was guys on Zuldrux thought about to distract from their balls bunching up, eager to explode?

"Fuck," I groaned into the bedding. Ripples started in the core of my body and started spreading. I shuddered beneath him, my passage clinging to his cock as he rocked it deep within me.

"Amanda," he groaned. "I'm trying! I'm in control. I'm in control."

"Give in because . . ." My shriek rang out as I succumbed, my body slamming away through another orgasm.

He barked out a cry, and his cock jerked within me. He started moving even faster, roaring through his own orgasm, driving me into a second that was even better than the others .

Slowing, he came to a stop with his cock still buried within me. He curled his body so his lips could trace across the back of my neck. He kissed my cheek.

"You're amazing," he whispered. "I'm going to lay you on that bench I built for your tea shop later."