Alien Sex 103 by Allie Ritch Page A

fair exchange. What are you going to do to entertain me?”
    The corner of his mouth twitched. “Unless you have a molecular transporter in your purse, it would be impossible for me to get my underwear off while wearing pants. Besides, I’m not wearing any undergarments.”
    Feeling delightfully wicked, she licked her lips. “Then take yourself out.”
    His eyes widened.
    “Your napkin covers your lap. Take that big, beautiful cock out of your pants.” She deliberately lowered her voice and used his own tactic against him. “I bet you’ve got it nice and hard for me.”
    Beneath her bra, her nipples tightened, and her heart beat in a lusty cadence as she watched him. After a brief moment of hesitation, he dropped his hand beneath the table. It was a good thing he’d chosen an olive complexion because she was sure he grew flushed by the time he shifted his weight and sprang his erection. Although he arranged the white linen napkin to disguise the enormous bulge beneath it, she could see that fine tent pole sticking up.
    Reaching for her drink, she took a quick sip to wet her tongue. When she spoke, her voice sounded rough and sultry.
    “I don’t know why you thought this place was boring. I’m looking forward to dessert.”
    Never breaking eye contact, Varion had the nerve to wave over one of the waiters. The formally dressed man hurried to their table.
    “We’d like to order dessert now,” Varion told him. “I believe the lady is in the mood for something special tonight.”
    The uptight waiter didn’t catch the byplay, or if he did, he ignored it. “Of course, sir. The specials tonight are…”
    Benni barely heard the man as he rattled off their choices. Concealed only by the thin material of her dress, her sex was in full bloom, swollen and pouting thanks to her Multan’s game. Only her competitive streak and the lure of the forbidden had her drawing this out instead of hauling him to the nearest closet or bathroom for relief.
    Selecting the first thing that sounded good, she ordered her dessert and shifted so that her skirt rode up a few inches higher on her thighs. She swore Varion’s nostrils flared as he glanced down at her bared skin.
    “And for you, sir?” the waiter asked him.
    “Just coffee,” he answered. “I need something to help me stay up the rest of the night.”
    Oblivious to the double entendre, the man hurried off to fetch it for him.
    *
    She was killing him. Varion sipped his coffee like he hadn’t a care in the world, while Benni ate her dessert with only a few unnecessary licks of her spoon. But beneath the surface, the tension was unbearable. Moisture beaded on the tip of his cock only to be absorbed by the thick linen draped over it. The material was just rough enough that it rasped his sensitive glans whenever he drew a deep breath.
    It took an eternity for them to finish and get the bill, and then Varion struggled to wrangle his dick back into his pants before they got up. As it was, he had to keep Benni in front of him the whole way to the door to shield his raging erection from the public. By some miracle, they made it to their vehicle. He held the door for her before sprinting to the driver’s side.
    The moment he closed the door, feminine fingers slid over his thigh and kneaded his muscles. Desire exploded, his head turned, and then they were devouring each other.
    “Here,” Benni demanded between kisses. “Now.”
    He had only a split second of sanity to take stock. The windows were tinted, they weren’t in the direct line of any of the security lights, and no one else was out here at the moment. They’d have to be fast, but—
    “Come here.” Catching her under her arms, he dragged her over his lap and ravaged her mouth.
    As she kissed him, she let her clever little fingers tiptoe down his chest. Wedging her hand between their bodies, she opened his pants again. The moment she broke the seal, his erection burst free, twice as ferocious as before. He groaned in