Amanda's Amorous Aliens (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

“Kobarians reproduce the same way as humans.” He smoothed his hands higher up her sides, lifting the soft lace, his hard cock brushing lightly against the soft globes of her ass where the G-string nestled. “We impregnate our females the same way, too.”

“The only difference,” the Karriak-Sektannen in front of her said, “is that some adults can choose to go through ‘telkobar.’”

“Ch–Choose?” She wanted to ask them to define telkobar, but her scientific curiosity was drowned out by the incredible sensations flowing through her body. They turned her between them, and the other Karriak-Sektannen kissed her just as softly, just as enticingly.

Identical groans escaped both men, almost at the same time.

“We need to stop,” one of them said as they both reluctantly stepped away.

“Why?” she asked in confusion. In the fog of sensual haze the fact that they’d only just met didn’t really seem to matter. Neither did the fact that they were different species. Hell, she’d held herself away from people for so long—first with study, and then her career, and even more so working in a male-dominated field—she barely remembered the sensations now zipping through every nerve ending. She’d suppressed her own sexual needs for so long that she ached with desperation right now.

Fuck
.

She moaned in disappointment, reaching for the hard cock attached to the man in front of her, but strong arms wrapped around her from behind and pinned her arms to her side.

“Sorry, sweetheart, but we really, really need to stop.”

Considering the hard cock nudging her backside, she found that hard to believe.

“Why? Is there anything I can say to change your mind?”

Both men seemed perplexed by her attitude. They appeared to communicate silently for a few moments, so Amanda went with her instincts and moved her hips side to side. The man holding her groaned, but tightened his grip instead of pushing her away.

“Amanda,” the man in front said with a very serious expression. “Telkobar leaves us with very little control over our own needs.” He ran a hand down his face in agitation. “It wouldn’t be fair to use you like that.”

“Use me? I’m pretty sure I just offered.” And hey, when it came down to it, some would say she was using them, so that made them even. Didn’t it?

The man holding her groaned, his hands roaming over her body even though he seemed to be fighting with himself.

“Be very certain,” the man in front said as he stepped closer. “Sektannen and I are almost past the point of no return.”

“Sektannen?” she asked, glancing over her shoulder briefly. “Does that mean you’re Karriak?”

The man in front of her smiled as Sektannen’s movements behind her became more urgent.

“That’s right, sweetheart. I am Karriak. He is Sektannen.” She wanted to ask more, but—
oh, wow
—Sektannen had found the hard peaks of her breasts and was tormenting them with firm pinches. Her knees were about to buckle. “Be certain, Amanda, that this is what you want.”

Oh, hell yeah
. This was what she wanted.

She nodded frantically, reaching for Karriak as he gave her a brilliant smile.

“This looks very beautiful on you,” Karriak said, lifting the soft lace away from her skin, “but it needs to come off.” She nodded, groaning when Karriak moved to lift the material over her head and Sektannen dropped his hands lower, brushing over the sensitive flesh of her mound.

Karriak dipped his head, sucking her hard nipple into the warm cavern of his mouth, as Sektannen hooked his fingers into the sides of her G-string and worked the scrap of material down her legs. Amanda had never been more grateful for her kooky, slightly superstitious preflight habit of shaving everywhere but her head. Considering how long the hairs on her legs had been yesterday, she was suddenly very grateful for the OCD-ish type behavior. But it didn’t stop her knees from wobbling uncontrollably. Only Karriak’s firm grip on her hips stopped her from falling to the floor.

“Bed,” Sektannen growled as he lifted her into his arms and actually threw her onto the mattress. Thank heavens it was a big bed, or she might have bounced off the other side. Both men climbed onto the bed, stalking toward her, their expressions wicked, their lust for her obvious.

“Karriak?” she asked as one of them crawled right over the top of her, caging her between his strong arms and thighs. He shook his head, tilted it toward the man beside him, and winked. “H–How do I tell you apart?”

Maybe not the most important question considering the long, hard, thick—
oh, wow
—cock pressing between her legs, but one she felt the need to ask. Call her old fashioned, but she did like to know the name of the man she was about to fuck.

“Mark,” Sektannen said as he slid down her body and wedged his shoulders between her thighs.

“Huh?” The answer, though cryptic, suddenly seemed unimportant. Sektannen’s fingers caressed the swollen folds of her pussy, his tongue laving over the soft flesh, his strong arms holding her still as he began to explore her intimately.

“This mark,” Karriak said, showing her the tattoo-like mark on the inside of his wrist. She’d noticed it on Karriak-Sektannen earlier, except that then it had looked something like a very fancy version of the four points on a compass. Karriak’s mark looked like only two arrows, one pointing up, one pointing down. “Sektannen’s points left and right.”

“Oh,” she said, barely comprehending the words as Sektannen did something to her pussy that set her nerves ablaze. She was beginning to shake all over.

Holy shit.

Karriak grinned, leaned over, and pressed his lips to hers. His tongue snaked inside, exploring her mouth as thoroughly as Sektannen explored her pussy. She moaned as Sektannen shifted, and the bed dipped slightly as he moved. Karriak broke away, placed a wide hand on his brother’s shoulder, and shoved. Sektannen fell sideways, laughing as Karriak slid down the bed and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

“Apparently,” Sektannen said with a laugh, “Karriak needs to taste you before I’m allowed to fuck you.”

She might have giggled if Karriak hadn’t chosen that moment to wrap his hands under her ass, lift her pussy to his mouth, and thrust his tongue into her over and over and over.

“You’re very beautiful like this,” Sektannen said, sweeping the hair out of her eyes. “I think you would be even more beautiful in release.”

“What?” His mouth was moving, but she wasn’t really sure she understood the words. Release? What the hell was that? “Oh, fuck,” she gasped out as everything inside her pulled tight. Karriak kept tormenting her, holding her still against the urge to move away.

Too much. Too soon.
Oh, wow
. Too late.

Her body exploded into movement, shivering, shaking, her breath catching, her fingers tingling, her toes curling. Every cell vibrated, the sensations so intense, so overwhelming, so incredible that she could barely comprehend what was going on. She closed her eyes, undulating against the mattress, a soft keening moan escaping her lips as she slowly came down from the heavens.

She panted hard, trying to relax, trying to catch her breath, trying and failing to understand what had just happened.

Seriously. What the fuck was that?

“I knew you’d be beautiful in release,” Sektannen said, soothing her with long sweeping motions of his hands along her thigh. Karriak moved to lay on her other side. His lips were shiny with her juices, his grin purely masculine and most definitely smug.

“Release?” she asked again, trying to slow her breathing. She felt like she’d just run the fifty-yard dash at record speed.

“What is it that humans call it?” Sektannen asked, looking at his brother.

“Perhaps ‘climax’ is the word more commonly used,” Karriak offered. Both turned their gazes on her.

“Climax? As in orgasm?” She shook her head. She’d never had an orgasm like that one. That was something else. That was…something incredible, alien, definitely not human. Granted, she wasn’t the most experienced woman, but no man had ever made her feel like that. Correction, no
human
man.

“Ah, orgasm,” Sektannen said with a broad grin. “Would you like another?”

She giggled, nearly as hysterically as she’d done earlier when Karriak-Sektannen had divided in two. But it didn’t stop her from nodding her head and whispering the word “yes.”

* * * *

Karriak helped his brother bring their woman to orgasm again and again, each time marveling at the human’s amazing responsiveness. She seemed surprised that her body was capable of such a reaction, and he and Sektannen had taken great male pride in watching her explode in release for them each time. But eventually their own needs were no longer able to be held in check.

“Amanda,” Karriak said as his cock grew so hard he felt light-headed, “I need to be inside you.”

She nodded, gasping for air as Sektannen moved away, making room for Karriak to move between her legs. He hooked her knees over his arms, spreading her wide as he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance. She was so wet that her warm flesh enveloped him like a glove as he slowly slid inside her. He ground his back teeth, the temptation to release making him shake with barely suppressed desire.

He pushed all the way into her, watching her reaction closely, making certain that he didn’t hurt her. She was shivering as well, her now-familiar climb to orgasm stroking his ego more thoroughly than any words could have done. He moved out of her slowly, grinning at the soft moan of disappointment as his cock nearly left her body. He slammed back in, grunting in pleasure when her pussy gripped him, caressing him all over as her orgasm spun closer. Again he withdrew, again he slammed home, again and again pounding into her, instinct taking over, the need to have her, to stake his claim, to possess her filling him with urgency. He lifted onto his knees, dragging her higher, pulling her against him as he thrust harder, faster, driving his cock deeper.

She screamed in orgasm, her pussy clamping down on his cock, dragging his release from him. He groaned as cum burst from him, bathing the inside of her body, pushing his seed deep into her womb.

He was still panting, still shivering from release, when Sektannen pushed him sideways the same way Karriak had done to him earlier. Karriak curled against Amanda’s side, stroking a hand gently over her face as she panted from her climax and moaned in delight as Sektannen thrust into her.

* * * *

Sektannen knew this was a bad idea. Hell, he’d known from the moment that he’d stepped into the room with its high oxygen content that this was a very, very bad idea. But with Amanda’s warm pussy rippling around his painfully hard cock he simply couldn’t remember why.

He groaned as he pressed into her, grinning at the soft, breathy moan that escaped Amanda’s lips. She was exquisite, absolutely beautiful, both brave and frightened, naïve and knowing. It made for a heady combination.

He rolled sideways, taking her with him, arranging her leg over his body so that he could thrust more deeply and watch her ride him. She grinned and complied, moving with him, no longer pinned to the mattress by his weight. Amanda squeezed her inner muscles each time she moved away from him, gasping when he slammed back home. God, she felt amazing.

Karriak moved closer, his hand skimming up and down her spine, touching her as if he couldn’t bear not to. “Come for him, Amanda,” his brother said with a wide smile. “Show him how irresistible you are.”

She nodded, gasping at something Karriak did, her muscles beginning to spasm even before Sektannen managed to slide a hand in between them and rub her clit firmly. She stiffened in his arms, every muscle pulling rigid, her entire body seeming frozen for a split moment. And then she started to shake, the movements small at first, but building up, quivering harder, vibrating faster, her pussy muscles clamping on his cock hard enough to wrench a gasp from his own throat.

He started moving quicker, the compulsion to take her overwhelming all else. Frantically he pushed her onto her back, barely noticing his brother’s quick laugh as he wriggled out of their way.

And then Sektannen was pounding into her, his only thought to mark her with his seed. He practically screamed as cum burst from him, his cock jumping and pulsing inside her as wave after wave of completion crashed over him.

He panted, trying to hold his weight off her, trying not to crush her, grateful when his brother took over and gathered her into his arms. With his last bit of strength Sektannen rolled onto his back, staring at the ceiling, his mind a mess of warm, fuzzy thoughts.

But, only one thought shone brightly, one word sang loudly enough to break through the haze.

More.

Amanda was walking funny.

Okay, so it had a lot to do with the sexcapades they’d indulged in last night, but the combination of swollen pussy and loose-fitting jumpsuit was very distracting. Never before had she noticed the way the material caressed her inner thighs as she moved. She was already shivering from her memories of last night. She didn’t need the coarse material to remind her. But, holy fuck, the seam had never, ever pressed against her clit before. Every nerve ending blazed with need. At this rate she was liable to orgasm in the middle of the cargo bay.