36. Jessina
36
JESSINA
I waited until Turk left to let out a sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad at me! Even though he still thought I was a man, he wasn’t mad!
I never would have thought I’d have anything to thank Jerx for, but the idea he’d planted that I was from Cata Prime was really working to my benefit. I was able to use it to explain away both my appearance and my odd behavior.
Speaking of which, what had gotten into me? I never would have dreamed of doing what I’d done in the shower before. Yet I couldn’t help replaying it in my head, remembering the half-lidded expression on Turk’s face as he looked down at me…how gently he’d stroked my cheek as he thrust into my mouth and then how he’d gotten fiercer, gripping my hair and holding me in place so he could come down my throat…
Goddess, stop thinking about it! I told myself sternly. It can’t happen again! He might forgive what you did once but that doesn’t mean he’ll forgive you a second time. This was a one-time only thing—you can never do it again!
But I was uncomfortably aware that my throat was already feeling dry again and I couldn’t stop thinking of his secret flavor like candied bitter cherries… Goddess, what was wrong with me? Did this new craving I had for him have something to do with the fact that we were Fated Mates?
I didn’t know and there was no way to find out. I pushed the thoughts out of my head, closed my eyes tightly, and did my best to get to sleep.
I had mostly succeeded by the time Turk came back and got into bed with me. However, the feeling of his big, male body beside my much smaller frame woke me up again and once more I started to feel thirsty.
I ignored the thirst grimly, telling myself I couldn’t do what I longed to—there was no way I could suck him again. But then Turk, who had been lying with his back to mine, turned over and I felt something hot and hard pressing against my bottom.
I stiffened at once, wondering if he was poking me on purpose. But his breathing was even and slow—after a few moments I realized he must be asleep. What should I do? Should I get out of bed? But I didn’t want to do that—it was so cold outside the blanket we shared. Instead, I pressed back against him, enjoying the warmth of his big body.
Turk murmured in his sleep and pressed harder against me. I could smell his warm scent surrounding me, making me even hotter and thirstier somehow. What was wrong with me? Why couldn’t I stop craving him…and his seed?
I wiggled restlessly but Turk still didn’t wake. He just made a soft noise deep in his throat and pulled me closer. Goddess, he felt so good against me! I wished I could part my thighs and let the stiff shaft I could feel poking against my bottom slide into me. But there was absolutely no way I could do that—I would be blowing my cover for good.
But what if you sucked him again? whispered a naughty little voice in my head. He’s fast asleep—he wouldn’t even know.
Which was why I absolutely shouldn’t do such a thing, I told myself sternly. It was wrong to take advantage of Turk in his sleep, even if he was my Fated Mate.
But my throat got dryer and dryer and my nipples and pussy felt hot and achy—the Need was riding me hard, though I didn’t know it at the time.
I began to think about it more and more…to picture it in my mind. How I would slip my head under the covers and slide down the mattress until I was right at the level of his crotch. His sleep trousers had a slit in them—I could reach inside and just…
Just pull it out and suck it, urged the naughty voice in my head. Do it, Jessina—he’ll never know.
Before I quite knew what I was doing, I had my head under the covers and I was slowing making my way down. Turk stirred but didn’t wake as I slipped my hand into the slit in his sleep trousers to claim my prize.
His shaft was already semi-hard when I wrapped my fingers around its thickness. I drew it out carefully and rubbed it against my cheek. Mmm, his spicy scent was stronger here—wild and dangerous—it made me feel warm all over. And his skin was so soft, I loved the feeling of it rubbing against my face. But what I wanted was to taste it.
Slowly, carefully, I explored the broad crown with my tongue. There was a tiny slit where the seed came out. I poked the tip of my tongue in gently, tasting a droplet of precum that was salty and sweet.
I immediately wanted more. Moaning softly, I sucked the whole head into my mouth. At the same time, I stroked the thick shaft, trying to get more of his precum—my throat was so dry and I needed more! I needed?—
“Cass?” Turk’s deep voice was still sleepy but he was definitely awake.
I froze.
“Hey, what are you doing down there?”
He pulled back the blanket and I was caught—frozen in the act of sucking his shaft again to taste his seed.
For a long moment, I just stayed there with the head of his cock in my mouth, unable to move—unable to do anything while he looked down at me in the dark.
“Goddess, you really need it, don’t you?” Turk rumbled at last.
I let the head of his cock slip from between my lips and dared to look up at him.
“I got…got so thirsty,” I said softly. “I’m really sorry—I know I promised not to do it again…”
“It’s all right.” To my surprise, he didn’t seem mad at all. In fact, he reached down and adjusted himself so that more of his shaft was sticking out of the slit in his sleep trousers. Then he turned on his back, giving me better access.
“Turk?” I asked, looking up at him uncertainly. What was he doing?
“It’s all right—you can suck me if you need to, little one,” he murmured. Reaching down, he stroked my hair gently. “But I want to watch you do it. Lights low,” he said, speaking to the room at large.
The glows in the corners of the room, which had been set at the sleep setting so they barely gave off any light at all, suddenly bloomed to golden life. Looking up, I could see Turk studying me with half-lidded eyes.
“Go on,” he rumbled, stroking my hair again. “Suck me, little one. And take your time.”
I felt a shower of sparks rush through me as the Need set me on fire. In the shower earlier everything had been rushed—almost desperate because I wanted him so badly. But now there was time to go slow—to savor the sweet and salty and slightly bitter flavor of his cum and the feeling of his thick shaft gliding across my tongue. I could have him in my mouth as long as I wanted to.
I don’t know how long I took sucking him that second time—it felt like a hour. And all the time, Turk stroked my hair and looked at me with those burning bronze eyes, lazy with lust.
“Gods, you’re so good at that,” he murmured, stroking my cheek. “Look at you sucking my cock so well—taking it so nice and deep. Your hot little mouth feels so good on my shaft!”
I found that I loved the warm praise spoken in his soft, deep voice. It made my pussy even wetter when he told me how good I was at sucking him and how much he enjoyed my mouth. I never wanted to stop.
But though it lasted as long as I could make it, Turk did eventually come.
“Gonna shoot, little one,” he murmured, giving me warning. “If you don’t want a mouthful of my cum, pull off now.”
In answer, I took him even deeper, feeling the broad head pressing against the back of my throat. There was no way I was pulling off!
“Goddess! Yes, you have such a hot little mouth!” he groaned. And then spurt after spurt of delicious cream was running down my throat, coming almost faster than I could swallow.
Turk groaned again and gave me more praise which made my pussy ache with need. I swallowed every last drop and then sucked him for the last little bit.
“Enough, Cass,” he murmured. “Goddess, you really drained me that time!”
I laid my head on his flat abdomen and looked up at him.
“Are you mad at me? I know I shouldn’t have done it again. I just needed your seed,” I said, trying to excuse myself.
Turk cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“It’s your Catamite blood—you can’t help yourself, can you, little one?”
I liked his new nickname for me—it reminded me of when he’d called me “little bird” back home.
Shyly, I shook my head.
“I…I guess not. But I can try not to?—”
“No,” he interrupted me. “No, from now on, I’ll give you what you need. But only when we’re alone together at night,” he added sternly.
“Oh, of course,” I agreed eagerly. “Thank you, Captain.”
“Thank you ,” he rumbled. “I’ve never felt a mouth as soft as yours. And I’ve never been with anyone so eager to taste my seed.”
I could feel myself blushing again.
“I…I can’t help it. I just get so thirsty…”
“It’s all right—don’t be embarrassed,” he told me. “Just take what you need, when you need it.”
I nibbled my lower lip.
“You mean…whenever I get, er, thirsty, I can just…”
“Help yourself like you did just now?” He raised an eyebrow at me and rumbled laughter when I nodded. “Yeah, you can do that. Help yourself,” he told me.
“Thank you.” I wished I could crawl into his arms and hug him and be held by him. I wanted to feel his big body pressed against mine with nothing between us.
But then I reminded myself that I didn’t have my compression tank on—he would feel my breasts if I rubbed against him. So I contented myself by kissing his shaft as I looked up at him.
His bronze eyes went soft as he looked back at me.
“Gods, little one—what am I going to do with you?”
“Just let me navigate the ship,” I said honestly. “And…” I felt my cheeks get hot. “And let me suck you.”
“As often as you want to,” he assured me.
I bit my lip.
“And…the ship’s code of conduct?”
He sighed.
“We’re going to have to let it slide, just this once. I’ve heard that Catamites can get sick if they don’t get what they need.”
“Really?” I asked, surprised.
He nodded.
“I can’t have you getting sick on me—who would navigate the ship? I can’t trust Gurflug anymore—and besides, I’d rather have you steering The Illyrian.”
“Thank you,” I said, touched by his trust in me. “That means a lot to me, Captain.”
“You mean a lot to me, too,” he murmured and a troubled look came over his face. “Much more than I ever dreamed possible when I hired you.”
“Do…you regret hiring me?” I asked hesitantly.
“No, of course not.” He stroked my cheek again. “Why don’t you come up here and get some sleep,” he added, patting the pillow where my head had been. “Unless, you need more?” He raised an eyebrow at me inquiringly.
“Oh, uh, no—not right now.” I felt my cheeks getting warm with a blush. “But probably later,” I admitted.
“That’s fine. Lights sleep mode,” he called to the room at large. The bedroom was plunged into shadows again and he murmured. “Come here, little one.”
I wiggled my way back up to the head of the bed and carefully put my back to him. Turk didn’t seem to mind. He spooned me, curling his big body around mine and drawing me close to his chest.
With a contented sigh, he dropped off to sleep again. But though I was tired, I was also hyped up. I was still so hot and bothered from sucking him and being close to him, I was desperate to get some sexual relief.
Slowly, carefully, I slipped my hand down the front of my pajama bottoms and found my pussy. Parting my slick folds, I slipped a single finger in, sliding it around and around my aching clit.
But no matter how many times or ways I touched myself, I couldn’t find a way to make myself come. I was so close—right on the edge—but somehow I couldn’t tip over into orgasm.
It was incredibly frustrating—why couldn’t I come lately?
I didn’t know but at last I had to give up. Closing my eyes, I snuggled back against Turk’s broad chest and did my best to relax and ignore the sexual frustration that was growing steadily inside me.