Chapter 20 Tempting cargo should be locked in a secure location #2
She huffed, but her face gentled, and she rocked her hips, moaning softly. “Be quiet, cargo. I am thinking.”
“About?”
“I said be quiet.” She shoved my shoulders deeper into the mats with brutal force, and my heart pumped blood back towards my dick.
Was she stronger than before?
“I said I would fuck you, and I am still fucking you. This is a rest break. This is normal, is it not?” She glared, daring me to argue.
I steadied my breathing. “Sure. We can have a rest while you get your head around touching yourself for me.”
She scowled. “It is not that easy. It’s a huge insult in my culture. It… implies the male cannot please the female. He would lose dignity.”
“Believe me, I can relate,” I muttered.
Her stark, vicious face wore the most tender expression I’d seen, and her breath was like a caress. “I know, Garrison. And I do not wish to insult you when you are already aching, mitsha.”
My eyes prickled with heat. Right here, trapped in a situation more awkward than I could ever have imagined, this choking rush of emotion was more terrifying than having my balls in a literal alien flesh vice.
Somewhere, maybe, there was a parallel universe, one where we got to live happily ever after instead of going our separate ways.
In that universe, even when we got old, I’d still remind her of this moment, the one where I began to fall in love with her.
In this galaxy, though, it was a mere glimmer of an impossibility, a thought I couldn’t explore.
Shohari kissed me, a gentle press of her lips and sweep of her tongue, and sat up. “You’re going to do what I tell you, and you’re going to make me feel good.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She arched her spine, threw her head back, and brought her hands to her breasts, apricot claws indenting her skin.
I drank in the erotic visual. My dick twitched valiantly, and before long I was fully hard again.
“Skyk, yes. Fill me up.” She rolled her hips, sending flickering pulses shuddering up my shaft, her soft moans filling the air.
Not being able to thrust inside her was torture. Delicious, irresistible torture.
I didn’t dare blink. Her fingers teased and twisted her nipples, and I ached to touch her. I wanted to take my time with her—but I had to prove myself before her body would allow it.
Propping myself up on my arms, I tried to give her more friction as she ground the head of her clit against me. “You’re so beautiful,” I murmured. “I know you told me to do as I’m told, but I’m not used to doing that. It’s my job to make you feel good, and I have an idea. Let me sit up.”
It was an intimate position, one for lovers, not whatever this was, but somehow I knew it was the right one. We shifted clumsily until I knelt with her on top of me, our chests pressed together, her clit trapped between us.
I enfolded her in a tender embrace, the movement as natural as breathing, stroking the ridges of her spine.
Her drenched cunt was deeply ridged, and even the smallest movement drove me closer to the edge.
I wanted to cup her arse, to lift her, to plunge her down on my cock, but couldn’t deny how strangely turned on I was by the thrill of being trapped—by her, the entirety of my dick and balls engulfed by her tight body, relying on her alone to give me the stimulation I needed to come.
I trailed small, wet kisses down her ear ridge to the place it met her chest, ending in a curious point, which I tongued and sucked until she shivered.
“Tickles.” She pulled my head down to her breasts, the violet tips puffed up and glossy.
I couldn’t get enough of her gorgeous nipples or how responsive she was.
I suckled one till she was gasping, then sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, biting the soft swells, driving her to frenzied snarls.
Pinching her nipple, I switched my mouth to the other side, giving both equal attention, even though her pussy had started its undulating waves, and I didn’t have much time before I’d be chasing my own orgasm.
No, you have to prove yourself to her. I shifted my hips, hoping it gave her the stimulation she needed, as I couldn’t angle myself to catch the sweet spot inside, if that was even how it worked.
Her whole body shuddered, and was that a whimper?
Shohari pressed a hand between us, working her clit, our bodies slick as we moved together.
When I grazed her nipple with my teeth, her movements became frantic, so I pinched and twisted the other one, hoping I was reading her cues right, hoping the rougher play was what she needed.
She let out a keening howl, the sound raw and unholy, and I backed off, wishing I knew what the fuck I was doing.
Her sharp fingernails clawed into my shoulders. “Don’t fucking stop,” she snarled.
I didn’t fucking stop.
She purred between gasps as I bit and twisted. “Such a good human, look how good you are for me.”
My cock lit up with the start of another orgasm, but her damn curl squeezed tight, forming points that pressed into my taint.
My climax receded, even as she growled, “I told you to skykking wait.”
I hung over the precipice, clinging to her plump nipples with nails and teeth, while her pussy pulsed and rippled, my dick alight with sensation.
With a deep, low moan, she came.
Her cunt gripped me like a vice, shuddering and throbbing, wetness flooding between us. Her nails raked sharp pleasure down my back, her harsh cry filling the room.
Being held on the edge was the most exquisite agony.
Crushed tight against her breast, I struggled to catch a breath, but the pressure beneath my sac was cruel in its determination.
It was as if her curl was getting to know my body—and if I had more blood in my brain I could have grown to like the idea.
With the most beautiful gasp, Shohari relaxed in my embrace.
Her curl released me as her cunt squeezed and sucked, wringing an orgasm from me so intense I feared I might pass out.
I gripped her hips hard enough to bruise, still balls-deep as I pumped my cum inside her, not caring how high-pitched my moans were, needing her to know how good she made me feel.
Though we were no longer locked together, I was in no hurry to leave.
“You’re incredible,” I murmured.
I want to stay inside you forever. The words rose unbidden, spinning round my mind like so many gears, and I cranked them down. It was just the post sex haze. All pussy felt good; that was all it was.
Not like hers.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” I wiped sweat from my brow as Shohari shifted in my lap, letting my dick slip from her body.
“Yes.” She remained in my arms. Her head tucked on my shoulder like it had always belonged there, her fingers tracing the scratches she’d left. “I’ve hurt you.”
“You’ve marked me. I like it.”
“Good.”
“Yes, that was very good.” I was glad my brain hadn’t come back online properly because I didn’t want to filter my thoughts before I spoke. “But we need practice. Lots of practice.”
Shohari tensed, then softened. “Good idea, cargo.”
She nibbled my ear, and we stopped talking, just enjoying the now, because we knew it was all we had.