Telesians (Box Set)

Telesians (Box Set)
2nd Edition
Alice Gaines
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Copyright ©2007 Alice Gaines
An Authorized Excerpt

Jeff lay on the narrow bunk in the cabin his armed guards had escorted him to right after the first round of the Siren's sex Challenge. The room held nothing more than a bed and a commode. Sirens obviously didn't believe in frills. The only decoration at all in the room was a reproduction of the commander's facial adornments on the wall. Beautiful and fierce, just like the woman herself.

He'd spent the entire day here, eating his meals on a tray brought by a little blonde with a nasty-looking weapon tucked into her belt. An entire day to replay his victory in his mind and make his plans for the next encounter.

The commander obviously didn't trust him enough to let him return to his ship. Wise decision on her part. He'd do whatever it took to win this idiotic game and save her hide along with half the galaxy. But he didn't dare tell Chiara that's what he was doing. Now it appeared he'd have to do it without any help from his chief scientist or surgeon. He'd have to rely on his wits and experience with women.

She had let him send to his ship for a few props for their next encounter, which his guard inspected carefully for hidden substances. When those passed muster, she'd even helped him out with one more piece of equipment.

With those weapons and his own skills as a lover, he had a few surprises planned for his opponent tomorrow. Luckily, he'd always paid attention to what turned women on, and this woman didn't seem a whole lot different from females of his own race.

She sure could climax, though. Not much in nature could make a man hotter than a woman's orgasm. A man who took pride in his skills as a lover, anyway, which Jeff did. And he'd coax another one out of her tomorrow. And he'd be inside her when she came.

Well, shit. That did it. His cock had gotten as stiff as a crowbar -- again. His hard-on throbbed under the thermal of warm air that heated his skin. He still had to plan the details of tomorrow's Challenge.

He reached for the bed controls and turned down the temperature on the thermal. Maybe that would cool him off a bit. After a minute, gooseflesh appeared on his arms, but his dick didn't shrink in the least.

Tomorrow he'd put his cock inside her hot, little pussy. With the halter that would keep him hard for as long as he liked, he'd show Chiara who was boss. She'd shown him a chink in her armor today. When he'd taken charge, her control had slipped. That made sense, when you thought of it. He'd held command long enough to understand the desire to lay all the responsibilities down, if only for a moment.

He'd take charge of their sex and boss her around a bit. Truss her up in the outfit he'd gotten from the ship and tease her without mercy. Then, when he had her hot enough to explode, he'd push her over the edge by burying himself deep inside her. After that, she'd never get the feel of his cock out of her mind.

Hell, this was not going to work. Lying here, thinking about doing all that, had him too aroused to do nothing. He was going to come one way or another. He might as well make it good. That probably counted as cheating somehow, but the Siren didn't have to find out that he'd given himself a little relief if he didn't tell her.

He grabbed his hard-on and stroked it. If the little blonde guard came in right now, she'd find him doing something he seldom did any more. Jerking off like a horny teenager. Hell, if the guard came in right now, he'd show her a good time.

Still, who wanted a guard when he could have the commander? Chiara. Chiara of the lush breasts and unholy orgasms. Chiara, the fierce and vulnerable. He continued rubbing his cock while he imagined taking her.

He hadn't had much of a look at her ass. It was most likely pale and small, just like the rest of her. Delicate but nicely rounded. His hands would cover the cheeks while she bent over and spread her legs for him to fuck her. The memory of her perfume clouded his mind. Hot, sweet, and clean. Her signal that she needed him, now.

He stroked himself harder and faster. His thumb found a droplet of liquid on the head of his cock. He'd come in a minute if he didn't slow down and make it last. At this point, he couldn't manage slow. So he ratcheted up the pace of his fantasy.

He pictured his cock penetrating her. She'd be tight enough that she'd have to stretch to take all of him. But she'd press back against him, urging him on until he could watch his dick thrusting in and out, slick with her juices. He'd do that until she crooned to him without words that she couldn't wait any longer. Little sobbing sounds that signaled her climax. Then, he'd let himself loose and plunge into her. Over and over, until she tensed and then convulsed around him.

Damn. No more. He couldn't take another second. He squeezed the head of his cock and stroked the shaft like mad while his climax washed over him. It built deep inside him and pulsed along the length of his sex. Semen shot out of the head in hot waves, spraying over his hand. Once, twice, and then again, as if it would never stop.

Finally, he finished and fell back against the bed, gasping. Shit, if she could do this to him in his imagination, what would she do to him tomorrow in the flesh?

He'd scarcely started that thought when a sound penetrated his brain. An electronic hiss, followed by a microphone clicking open. A throat cleared somewhere above him.

"I'm counting that one, Captain Holst," the Siren's voice said. "I do believe the Challenge is tied."

"What the fuck?" He sat up in bed, turned up the light, and looked around. "You were watching me?"

"After your trickery earlier, I'm sure you understand."

He found the viewing lens on the far wall finally. Not much bigger than a speck, the thing was embedded in the icons on the wall. No wonder he hadn't seen it.

"Well, shit, lady," he said.

"You should be able to sleep now," she said with more than a hint of laughter in her voice. "I'll see you tomorrow."

The microphone clicked off.