“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.”