Alien Sex 103 by Allie Ritch Page B

pleasure and felt his cock lurch when she clasped him.
    Benni spread her legs and shifted to straddle his lap.
    “Ow,” she hissed.
    “What?”
    “The steering column is jamming into my back.”
    Varion grumbled. Reluctantly abandoning her lips, he spun her around so that she was sitting on top of him with her back to his chest. He reached down to fist the hem of her dress and hike it up to her waist. The moment he tried to lift her, though, her knees hit the underside of the control panel and his elbow whacked the door. They both muttered curses.
    “This isn’t going to work,” she complained.
    “Hang on.” Inspiration struck.
    With the punch of a few buttons, he sent the driver’s seat sliding back as far as it would go. This still didn’t leave Benni much room, but he knew his little Flexian was limber.
    “Cross your legs,” he told her. “Lotus position.”
    She must have been as randy and desperate as he was because she complied instantly. In seconds, she had her legs folded to the sides instead of in front of her.
    “Just like that.” He gripped her waist.
    She was so tiny she weighed practically nothing, and he’d left himself plenty of leverage. Lifting her straight up, he positioned her over his rigid staff and searched out the right slot. Her cream led him directly to it, and then he was sinking into molten honey as he lowered her over his cock. Their combined moans filled the compact space.
    Benni whimpered. “It’s good. Hurry.”
    No need to tell him twice. After lifting her up again, he thrust his hips and yanked her down onto his dick with a quick bucking motion. It worked beautifully. Nothing hampered them, so he did it again. With his hands clasped around her waist, he stroked her up and down his erection like a satin glove, pumping her over him faster and faster in the same shattering rhythm he used to masturbate. It felt unbelievable.
    All thoughts of fancy dinners and playing the gentleman fell far behind, along with whatever concerns he harbored about her reaction to his looks. Instead, everything was reduced to the simplest formula: one peg, one hole, and a hell of a lot of pleasure. His orgasm curdled in his balls and rushed to the base of his cock, ready to boil over at any second.
    Three strokes later, he reached critical mass. Benni keened and threw her head back over his shoulder, and he felt her sheath ripple and clamp down on his shaft. All the sensations in his body coalesced between his legs and launched out of his dick in a hot rush.
    Suspended in climax, Varion didn’t know how much time passed before he forced his hands to let go of her tiny waist. Still breathing hard, he kissed Benni’s nape and helped shift her back over to the passenger side. Her pale skin looked deliciously flushed.
    “That was incredible,” she said. “I’ve tried a lot of positions in my life, but I have to admit that was a new one. You are some kind of strong.”
    Pride had him puffing out his chest even as he slipped his deflated penis back in his pants.
    “If you liked that, just wait until I get you home.” He knew she’d have him hard again in no time. “I have plans for you tonight.”
    “Oh?”
    Activating the vehicle, he pulled out and headed for his loft. Desire still hummed through his veins, making him flash an arrogant smile as he drove.
    “One word for you,” he announced. “Piledriver.”
    She didn’t say anything, but he heard her breathing quicken.
    *
    This was what Benni loved about Varion. Nothing, certainly not dating or sex, was ever boring with him because she never knew what to expect. She was also left wondering when he was going to change his appearance again. So far, he was still playing the fallen angel—the longest she’d ever seen him hold a single form.
    When they reached his doorstep, she ran her fingers through his dark curls while he unlocked the door. “Who’s going to do wicked, kinky things to me tonight? This pretty boy with silky hair?”
    His