Chapter 18
Nash loved a good hate fuck.
In fact, it was one of his favorite things in the whole universe.
At the moment, however, Fairchild seemed to be the one doing all the hating, and most of the fucking as well.
She was riding him so hard, it felt like she was trying to kill him with her pussy, and her walls were squeezing so tightly around his cock, it felt like she was trying to rip it right off his body.
It felt fucking amazing.
Nash was lying on his back in the middle of the huge bed, with about a dozen cameras pointed in his direction—and Fairchild’s.
Dutton was on the other side of the suite, fixing himself a drink at the wet bar.
Reece, meanwhile, was sitting on the couch, speaking into the telephone, presumably making arrangements for them to participate in tomorrow’s competition.
Nash couldn’t be certain, however, as he couldn’t hear a damn thing Reece was saying over the music Fairchild had turned on as soon as they’d gotten back from dinner.
Some sort of electronic dance music with a heavy, throbbing beat.
The woman stopped her bouncing and dropped face-down on top of him, flattening her breasts against the muscles of his chest. She started to rock aggressively, grinding herself against him with an angry, violent rhythm.
His dick felt as hard as polished stone, and it was repeatedly sheathing itself inside of her with every brutal motion of her hips.
“You’re a fucking dumbass,” Fairchild hissed, lips pressed to his ear so he could hear her over the music. “You’re the biggest dumbass I know.”
Nash gripped her hips and started rocking his pelvis in a rhythm matching her own, driving his dick a little deeper into her pulsing heat. God, she was so wet—wetter than he’d ever felt her before.
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re sexy when you’re angry?”
The question made her angrier. And sexier.
She clenched her pussy even harder than before, probably with the intention of hurting him.
Instead, she almost made him come too soon.
Not that it would have mattered, he supposed.
He could go all night long if he needed to—and he had a feeling he would need to.
Back on the ship, Fairchild would have been able to vent her rage in the workout room, beating the stuffing out of one of the heavy bags.
Maybe she would have even challenged him to another cage match.
But here, with the cameras watching, she had to do it like this, with his dick inside her, and that was perfectly fine with Nash. Perfectly fine.
She rode him harder and shifted her lips to his other ear.
“This isn’t funny!” she snarled. “You could have fucked up the entire mission with that stunt!”
Stunt?
Shit. When this mission was over, Nash would have to take her flying with him, not on the Allura, but on a real ship, something with a bit more maneuverability. Then he would show her some real stunts.
That business at the restaurant had been nothing. Okay, maybe he’d lost his temper for a second there. Flown off the handle just a bit. But he’d been justified.
With a grunt, he rolled Fairchild onto her back and took the lead in this little dance they were doing, ramming his dick into her hard and deep.
A civilian woman never would have been able to handle thrusts such as those, but Fairchild took it like a pro, her body absorbing the impacts with pleasure.
For a moment, her eyes fluttered back in her head, and her lips parted in a desperate gasp as a climax overtook her.
Nash savored the sight. What he’d said earlier was true. The woman was dead sexy when she was angry. But when she came… man, there wasn’t even a word for what she was then. Nash only knew it was something dangerous, and it made him want to do all kinds of crazy things.
Like grabbing her birth control pills and flushing them down the toilet, for a start.
As her orgasm eased, and she started to come back to her senses, he slowed his thrusting and leaned down so he could whisper into her ear.
“I wasn’t out of line back there in the restaurant,” he said. “Just because we’re supposed to be an open polycule, that doesn’t mean you have an obligation to please every dick that gets stiff at the sight of you.”
For a moment, Fairchild lay on her back looking up at him, her face flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm, eyes deep with feminine surrender. Overhead, the cameras were going wild.
Then her face tensed, and she rolled on top again, continuing to ride him.
“I get that,” she growled under her breath. “That doesn’t mean you had to go full caveman back there. And what was all that mine business? I’m not anybody’s—”
Her words cut off in a gasp.
Nash knew part of the reason for that gasp almost immediately.
At some point while he’d been on top, ringing Fairchild’s bell, Reece had stealthily climbed onto the bed with them, and now he had moved into position behind Fairchild, fully naked and, Nash assumed, fully aroused.
How could he not be? The woman’s moans were enough to turn any red-blooded male within earshot into a sex-crazed lunatic.
Nash realized the second reason for Fairchild’s gasp a moment later when Reece tossed a bottle of water-based lubricant onto the sheets beside them. A split second after that, Nash felt the slippery stuff oozing down onto his exposed ball sack, and he did a little gasping of his own.
Reece was lubing up Fairchild’s other hole.
Nash could actually feel his comrade’s finger moving on the other side of her inner walls. Fuck, that was hot. So hot, in fact, Nash damn near blew his load then and there. Somehow, he managed to hold it in a little longer.
He wanted to wait til she had two dicks inside her before he gave her the goods.
He wouldn’t have to wait long. Fairchild collapsed on top of him moaning as Reece started to shove his cock into her from behind. Nash could feel more slippery lube dripping out of her. Then he felt his team leader’s heavy, naked balls resting against his own.
Reece lowered himself onto the woman’s back and scowled into Nash’s face, speaking low so the cameras wouldn’t pick up what he was saying.
“Fairchild is right,” he said. “You shouldn’t have done that. Your actions didn’t just jeopardize the mission, you put your teammates in danger.” His look was piercing. “You put Fairchild in danger.”
That last part got through to him.
It wasn’t that Nash didn’t care about his other teammates. They were like older brothers to him. It’s just that he knew he didn’t need to worry about their safety. Any one of them alone would have no problem fighting their way off this rock if need be. And all three of them together? Hell.
But with Fairchild, things were different. It didn’t matter that she was a Merc like the rest of them. She was their woman. They had to protect her, no matter what.
In a way, that was what Nash had been trying to do back there in the restaurant. He just hadn’t gone about it the right way.
“Luckily,” Reece went on, starting to thrust in and out as he spoke, “Fairchild was able to salvage the situation with her quick thinking. Good work.”
Nash shifted his attention to Fairchild’s face to see her reaction to her team leader’s praise.
She didn’t seem to be listening. Her eyes were rolled back, and her mouth was gaped wide as she took her teammates’ two cocks, one in her pussy, and the other deep in her ass.
God, she looked so sexy like that, totally lost in the pleasure she was receiving.
It was all Nash could do to keep from exploding inside her, but somehow he held back.
He wanted to wait for Reece, so they could both give it to her at the same time.
The doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it,” Dutton called from the wet bar, where he had just finished mixing his cocktail. He headed toward the door, drink in hand.
Nash gave Reece a subtle, questioning look. He didn’t have to use words. Reece knew exactly what he was asking.
We expecting room service?
Reece answered with a slight shake of his head, accompanied by a look of his own. Keep calm and carry on, that look said. They couldn’t go getting jumpy at the sound of a doorbell. Slayn might be watching them through one of the many cameras hanging above the bed.
Dutton could handle whatever was at the door. If he couldn’t, he would let them know. Until that happened, they would stay in character and continue to share Fairchild’s body between them.
Reece picked up the pace of his thrusting, and Nash matched his tempo, sliding his hard dick in and out of Fairchild’s tight, wet heat. She started to come again, and her walls gripped him even tighter than before. He couldn’t hold back any longer. It felt too good. She felt too good.
Nash hollered as his release came gushing out of him, flooding Fairchild’s pussy with his hot, thick cream.
He could tell by the way her eyes suddenly widened that Reece was coming inside her too, shooting his cum deep into her other hole.
She let out a single sharp cry of pleasure as her own climax reached its peak, then she collapsed on top of Nash’s chest, trembling and whimpering as he and Reece continued to pump her body full of their seed.
“So much,” she murmured. “There’s so much…”
Nash finished coming just in time to see Dutton returning from the door of the suite. He was pushing a small, hovering room-service cart.
“What’s that?” Nash asked.
Dutton parked the cart beside the bed and let them have a look. There was a bottle of champagne nestled inside a silver ice bucket, a long-stemmed rose in a glass vase—and a letter. Dutton picked up the letter and offered it to Fairchild, who was just beginning to recover from her last orgasm.
“It would appear you have an admirer,” Dutton said.
Fairchild took the note and looked at it. Nash watched her face as she read. He didn’t need to ask who it was from. He already knew before she turned it around for him to see.
Eagerly awaiting your performance tomorrow night.
–Victor Slayn