I haven’t been to the steam room since my mate bond activated, but it used to be one of my favorite spots toentertain.
I frown, walking over to the far wall and activating a hidden panel. Maybe Marta’s right, maybe I do have one too many secret spaces.
But I like secrets. Secrets are safe.
“I want you straddling me, writhing against my body in pleasure tonight,” I say as I trail my hands over the many devices the wall panel holds.
“You know, if I didn’t know what you can do, I’d assume a lot of the stuff you say is just a shitty pickup line.” She chortles at her own joke.
“What do you mean?” I’m confused.
“Could you imagine if you told me you wanted me to straddle you and writhe in pleasure if we had just met? I’d have probably smacked you right in the face for being a creep.” She turns to her side, lazily bringing up her head to rest on her hand.
“What’s wrong with being upfront? Fi’len females appreciate knowing exactly what your intentions are.” Humans will never be easy for me to understand.
“Well, number one, I’m not fi’len… and number two, human women like a little warming up before you tell them you’re going to fuck us. I mean there are always exceptions to the rule, but you don’t want to lead with that without someone’s consent.” She narrows her eyes at me. “Also, for the record, I don’t want to hear about fi’len females.”
“Are you jealous?” Some strange happiness wells inside me.
“No!” she balks, flopping onto her back and crossing her arms.
“You are,” I say, unable to control the smile that forms on my face.
“Do the fi’len like to hear about each other’s sexual partners too? Maybe you’d love to hear about my ex—?”
“You’re lucky they’re on Earth. The odds are good that if you tell me his name, I’ll never be able to kill him—but it’s not a guarantee I couldn’t find a way.”
“Is that a promise? Because I have a few jabronis I wouldn’t mind you knocking off…” She trails off, thinking that I’m joking.
I grab my weapons of choice and decide not to tell her how serious I am.
“For the record, I like being upfront, no surprises.”
“Well then, don’t surprise me now. Tell me, what weird alien sex toys are par for the course tonight?” Marta motions to the hand behind my back.
“Take off your dress.”
“You do it,” she commands.
Who am I to disappoint my mate?
“My pleasure.”
I grab the lowest part of her neckline and rip the dress in two. Marta holds onto the bench with her hands, the force of the dress tearing threatening to pull her to the floor.
“Didn’t you just get this made?” she complains, her eyes growing wide.
“I’ll order another if you liked it.” I speak softly as I run the back of my hand from her neck, down between her breasts. She arches into my touch, wanting more.
I set the devices in my hand on the bench by her feet and remove my jacket and shirt. Marta watches me all the while, her gaze roving over my bare chest with hunger. I want to feel her skin on mine, but our position tonight would be far too tempting without some barrier—so the trousers stay on.
Straddling the bench near her feet, with the toys in front of my crotch, I pull the naked Marta so that her thighs rest over mine. Her back is still reclined on the smooth wood, but her hips are tilted up and I’m able to get a full view of her delicious cunt.
“So, what’s on the agenda tonight?” She cranes her chin down, trying to get a better view.
“I thought we’d give the pump a spin.” I hold the soft plastic dome up in one hand, and the trigger, connected by tubing, in the other.
“Excuse me?” Her eyebrows knit together. “What are we pumping? I’ve only ever heard of a penis pump, and that’s been as a joke in comedy movies…you know I don’t have a penis by now, right?”
