Specimen

“I don’t care for an audience.” Riley smiles and shakes her head. “It can’t be avoided in the lab.”

“The mirrors.”

“Exactly.”

“But…whoever is in there, they’ve seen us.”

“They’ve seen you have sex with me,” Riley says. “It’s part of the program, as far as they’re concerned. It’s just you releasing energy like you do at the gym or in a training session. Tonight will be different.”

Tonight will be different.

The future tense isn’t lost on me.

“More, then?”

“Definitely more. I have data to gather, you know.” She winks at me.

“Data?”

“I want to know what your minimum refractory period is.”

“Refractory period?” I know I sound like an idiot, but I’m still trying to come to terms with her changed demeanor.

“How long it takes for you to be ready to fuck me. How many minutes before that thick cock of yours is hard and throbbing again.”

“Jesus,” I whisper. I lick my lips. “Just keep talking like that. I don’t think it’s going to take very long.”

“Good.” She tilts her head and looks at me quizzically. “Let’s see how you respond to visual stimuli.”

She takes a step back, reaches up, and releases her hair from the bun. Her hair falls around her shoulders in a cascade of light brown waves. She shakes it out and tosses the hairband onto the floor.

She’s breathtaking.

I watch as she discards her lab coat and begins to unbutton her blouse slowly. I can see just a hint of pink beneath it, and I wet my lips with anticipation. Once the blouse is undone, she leaves it on, teasing me with only a quick glimpse of the pink bra beneath it. She reaches behind herself and unzips her skirt.

She turns and bends over slightly to give me a fabulous view as she lowers the skirt down her legs. Pink panties match the color of the bra. They’re made of lace and some strange little crisscross of fabric that makes them almost see-through.

She slips off her shoes and then pulls the skirt off around her feet. As she stands, she runs her hands up the inside of her legs, parting them a little.

Riley looks over her shoulder as she lowers the blouse from her arms. The back of her bra has a similar crisscross pattern to her panties, and she tilts her head to the side, letting her hair fall out of the way so I can get a better view.

“Fuck me.” My mouth has gone dry.

“That’s the plan.” She glances down at my dick, which is now jutting out from my body at full attention. “Hmm…what was that? Three minutes? Four? That’s pretty impressive.”

I know it has been exactly four minutes and nineteen seconds, but I don’t feel like correcting her as she turns around and approaches me again.

I’m still dumbfounded, still unable to make a move.

“Tell me something, Sten,” Riley says as she saunters up and places her hands on my chest. “Are you more of an ass man or a tits man?”

I stare at her as my heart pounds in my chest. Her scent is all over me, more intense and darker than it has been before. I open my mouth slightly, inviting the scent in to be tasted.

“I want all of you,” I tell her. “Now.”

I reach around and grab her ass, pulling her against me. With my other hand, I grip her breast before smashing my lips to hers. I kiss her roughly before gathering her up in my arms and throwing her on the bed.

Crawling on the bed, I shove her legs apart and run my hands up her inner thighs. I push my thumb up her slit, pressing her clit when I get to the top.