His breathing accelerated. She licked her hand again. His cock vibrated, shivering with his need for her. More pre-cum beaded from the head. She rubbed her wet hand over his tip and down his shaft, jacking him off—slowly. Firmly. Taking possession.
“You’re mine.” She sped up. Did he realize he was thrusting into her hand? The power and control over him sizzled through her, heating her core. She moved away as he tried to close the tiny gap between them, maintaining one single hand touching him, working him, drawing his orgasm from him. She moved faster and gripped him tighter.
“Please, my queen,” Dez begged.
Cyra pushed her clothed body against his naked one and pushed him toward the bed without breaking contact with his cock. He sat when the back of his knees hit the edge, jerking him out of her hand. Cyra dropped to her knees and took his cock in her mouth. She held her gaze to his yellow eyes as he roared and erupted, hips thrusting in tiny bursts despite his clenched muscles. He came completely undone. She swallowed every bit of his hot cum. It was hers. He was hers.
She stood and removed her one-piece uniform. Naked as he was, she crawled on top of him, shoving his torso down to the mattress. She shifted up his body until her core was over his face. She met his fire-filled gaze and willed him to respond to her demand without being told. Dez stared back, stroked his hands gently up the outside of her thighs, over the globes of her ass, and opened his mouth.
She lowered onto his face, close enough that he could work magic with his tongue. He held her hips gently. He wasn’t controlling her, he was hanging on. He kissed her wet lips. He licked deeply, suckling her like she was the only water on a desert planet. He maintained their visual connection the entire time.
Cyra moved her hips unable to hold still any longer. It had been so long since she had been touched by anyone intimately, privately. Auvi had never done this for her. She was an oral virgin and Dez showed her everything she’d been missing. Cyra couldn’t help moving harder and faster.
Dez’s grip on her hips tightened, hanging on, encouraging her to ride him. He sucked on every part of her, her lips, her clit, her delicate folds. It was as if he was mapping her pussy with his mouth, taking inventory of everything she liked and finding ways to make her like it more. Time had lost all meaning when she gave in to him and exploded.
She thrust her head back, closed her eyes and screamed out all the air in her lungs. The stars outside their ship appeared behind her eyelids. She shook and stretched and lost all connection to anything other than Dez. It was almost as disorienting as going through a wormhole the first time. But with no fear, no discomfort. Only wave upon wave of pleasure.
Holy fuck, what is he doing to me?
Dez clutched her tighter, working her through the entire experience. Until finally, she found the air to tell him to stop. He immediately released the tension in his hold, resting his hands on her hips. The warm, strength of his touch steadying her, bringing her back to ground. She tilted her head down to check on him. Had she been too much? Too out of control?
His smiling face glistened with her release.
Cyra shifted her leg to free herself. Dez lifted her as if she weighed nothing and somehow they ended up aligned on his narrow bed, her body pressed to his. His arms were wrapped around her and her head rested on his chest.
“My mate,” he sighed.
Cyra bit her lip. What had she done?
Chapter29
“Status, Varik?”Twalley gripped the arms of the captain’s chair on the deck of theHarlan Johnson. Sweat covered his forehead and his eyes were red-rimmed.
“All systems normal, Captain.” Varik replied, exactly as he’d done every time Twalley asked over the last few cycles. It was true. The ship was in perfect running order. Their launch had been uneventful except for the fact they’d actually launched. Varik had to acknowledge that once the man had received his final grant approvals, he’d wasted no time getting his crew on board—well, Varik’s crew—and making way.
Varik glanced over at Jarn at the navigator’s station. His lover was a little green in that department, but since they were followingThe Treasureinstead of adhering to any plan Twalley had, the navigation was simple. Varik had helped Jarn connect to the tracker onThe Treasure,and the navigation effort was complete. “How much longer until we make Galiese?” Twalley asked. Their first planned stop and not one they’d be making.
“A few cycles yet,” Varik replied. “Captain, you appear to not be feeling well. Should I contact the medic?” Varik’s buddy who didn’t know how to do much more than hand out pills. A skill he’d picked up in his youth according to the stories he told at the bar.
“No, no. Something I ate didn’t agree with me.” Twalley stood on wobbly legs. “Being as everything is under control here, I’ll take my leave. I’ll be in my quarters if you need me.”
“Of course, Captain.” Varik gave a curt nod of respect he didn’t feel. “Call if you need anything. In fact, I’ll have the medtech check on you shortly. There was a virus going around the station before we left. I hope you didn’t get exposed.”
“I’m sure it’s nothing. But, thank you, Varik.” Twalley ambled away, leaning heavily on the walls. Hopefully, he made it to his quarters so there wouldn’t be a mess in the corridors. So much cleaner that way.
Jarn blocked his view of the departing, soon to be dear, captain. “What did you do?”
Varik stiffened. “What are you talking about?”
“Did you do something to the captain?”
Varik punched up from his chair. Jarn took a step back. “Not here.”
“We can’t leave our stations.”
“Are you accusing me of something?” Varik hissed. “Because if so, two things. Be damn sure. And don’t you dare accuse me in public unless you want me to charge you with defamation. I don’t care who you are.”
Jarn’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry. The captain being sick scared me. And then you mentioned a virus and I don’t know anyone who was sick on the station.”
