Chapter 32
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Less Insolent
Garrison
SHOHARI WAS quiet as we embarked back on the Dorimisa.
I could only imagine the chaos inside her head.
Railroading her with my presence wasn’t how I wanted to do this, but I knew, deep in every fibre of my being, staying with her was right.
I didn’t believe in signs, but if I did, meeting the shaa’ith would have been a pretty obvious one.
Anyway, we’d made a drunken pact to save Airida together.
We slumped on the comfy sofa in the mess hall.
Shohari rested her head on my shoulder, then jumped up, paced, and poured herself a drink. “Do you want one?”
“Just water, thanks.”
“Suit yourself.”
She handed it to me, drinking her ale, her mouth twitching between sips, eyes darting round the room. Was she looking for the words themselves, or the courage to say them?
We sat in a nearly-easy silence until she drained her mug and placed it down with a distinct clack.
“The last time I asked for something for myself, I put my brother in danger,” she said eventually. “And I put a chain around my neck.”
Sensing she had more to say, I stayed quiet, waiting.
She plucked at one of her headspines, wrapping the soft stalk around her finger. “I appreciate you staying, Garrison. It means a lot.”
I nodded, not pushing it. Maybe daytime Sho couldn’t ask me to stay, but for now, she didn’t have to.
“The spare berth is free tonight,” she said, fiddling with the hem of her tunic. “But so’s the space in my bed. If you want.”
I reached for her and threaded her fingers with mine. “I do.”
Her bedroom was just how we’d left it, all rumpled sheets and smelling of sex. I’d have cleaned it before we got off at Vadias, except she hadn’t let me go back in.
I imagined my beautiful Shohari sat on the floor, surrounded by memories, alone and howling, and it killed me. If it ever looked like I was leaving again, I’d insist. For now though, fate had granted us a reprieve.
We undressed without touching, but when we got into bed, she snuggled into me, her back to my front. “This makes me the little spoon, is that right?”
I fitted myself to her, relief flooding me at being able to hold her once again, pressing my face to the soft part of her shoulder between her spines and breathing her in. “Yes. Even badass ship captains are allowed to be the little spoon sometimes.”
“I think I am more of a large spoon person,” she said. “But this is nice. With you. Today I can be the little spoon.”
I slid an arm over her waist and rested my hand on her soft stomach, tugging her closer, and she melted against me. “I’ve got you, Captain. Whatever happens, I’m in this till the end. I promise.”
Shohari
I LIKED being the big spoon, I decided.
It was too early to be awake, but I was anyway. My brain was too busy with too many things, and I pushed them away, anchoring myself to the warm, solid feel of Garrison’s body.
I was definitely a big spoon person—except when he fucked me. But now, with his lusciously curved backside pressed up against me, I wanted to fuck him like this.
I knew he’d not done it before, that most human males did not get fucked like this. But the way he groaned and gasped whenever I circled my stiff clit over the cleft of his arse? Well, that just confirmed he was not most human males.
“Good morning, beautiful,” he said, voice gravelly with sleep.
“It’s too early to be morning.” I nipped the top of his shoulder, rubbed up against him through my nightclothes, and was rewarded with those delicious, deep, breathy noises of his.
I slid my hand beneath his undershorts and freed his buttocks, squeezing them possessively before letting my fingers brush his stiffening cock.
“I want to fuck you,” I murmured, rocking against him.
He gave a low hum of assent. “Fuck yes. Turn over, sweetheart.”
I gripped his hip so he couldn’t move. “No.” I lowered my voice to a purr, and thrust my aching clit over his tight hole. “I want to fuck you.”
Gods, I loved the needy moans he made, even as his body tensed up.
“Will you let me?” My hand traced light circuits up and down the hard length of him, and the small undulations of his hips seemed almost involuntary.
“I want to fuck you here. I’ll make you feel so good, mitsha, so good.
” I worked his length as I ground against him, my slick clit sliding between his cheeks, the tip nudging for entrance.
“Tell me you want me inside you, Garrison.”
I peppered kisses over his shoulder and neck, nipping lightly with my teeth, and he pushed back, a rough sound in his throat.
“Please,” he gritted out.
I gave his cock an extra-firm stroke. “Can I get you ready with my fingers?” I examined my other hand, satisfied I’d cut my claws short and smooth enough.
He choked out a laugh. “You better had do.”
“Wait right here.” I grabbed the bottle I wanted from the shelf above the foot of the bed and dripped some of the oil on my fingers before circling them round his hole, and he rewarded me with another of his delicious moans. “Feel good, mitsha?”
He nodded, wriggling. “Mhm.”
“This is wreuni oil. It makes things stretch easier, does that sound good?”
In answer, he pushed back on my finger. The tip breached his tight muscle, and we both groaned.
“Okay?”
He answered on a fractured breath. “Yes. Different. But good.”
“You remember what to say if you want me to stop?”
“I remember. Don’t stop.”
I rumbled in pleasure, sliding my finger out, then deeper.
Gods, I’m inside him.
A surge of emotion welled up, seeping into my bones. Pride that I could make this strong, beautiful man come apart for me. Something else, something warm I wouldn’t, couldn’t, pay attention to.
I circled my finger, spreading him until I could press a second inside.
He took it with a hiss and started to move again, fucking himself on my fingers and into my hand.
My clit ached to join in.
I bit down on his shoulder. “I said I was going to fuck you, so you’ll be still and take what I give you.”
His cock bucked in my hand, a bead of precum slicking the tip. I shuddered, drinking in every twitch, every gasp, all his beautiful responses. “On your knees, cargo. Put that pretty arse in the air for me.”
“Fuck, Sho, you’re going to kill me.”
“If you don’t do as I say, maybe. But not before I fuck you. Move.” I pulled away, watching in delight as he moved into position.
Taut muscles rippled under his skin, and my breath caught at the way he gave himself completely to this, spreading his knees and presenting himself to me, the iron bar of his cock hanging thick between his legs.
“That’s better.” I gave his arse a satisfying slap, then dribbled some more wreuni oil over his hole.
I pressed both fingers back inside, twisting as I dragged them in and out. When I hit a certain spot inside him, he arched back with a cry. “Mmm. Is that the spot you were telling me about?”
He sounded almost pained. “Must be,” he gasped. “Fuck.”
“Feel good?”
His only answer was another desperate moan, pushing back onto me.
“Look at you, mitsha, fucking yourself on my fingers. You want my clit deep in that needy hole?”
He trembled, paused, and jerked his hips again.
I dug my teeth into the red bite marks on his shoulder. “Bad human. Answer me.”
He shuddered in a breath, muscles tensing up. “Yes.”
“Hmm, you’re so good at telling me what you want to do to me. Let me hear that dirty mouth.”
He groaned and blew out a long breath. “Please fuck me, Sho. I want you inside me.”
My vision swam, blood pulsing too loud in my ears.
I slid the fingers of my other hand inside my dripping cunt to slick them up, then reached round to grab his cock.
“I’m going to make you come before I fuck you, mitsha,” I purred.
“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers and milk your cock, and when you’ve come all over the bed like my needy little toy, I’ll fuck your arse with my big clit. ”
His voice came out with a ragged cry. “Please.”
He was impossibly hard, and I worked him quickly and roughly until he was coming all over the bed in long spurts, trembling and bucking under me.
Garrison sank down in a messy collapse. I stroked his back and flanks, telling him how good he was, how much I loved seeing him come apart for me. When he settled, I pulled out my fingers and fitted my throbbing clit to his hole.
Blessed Kri, I was doing this. He’s letting me inside him.
It wasn’t as easy as I imagined to press in, even with him prepped for me. But I was so hard he parted for me… then he sucked me in, clamping around me.
My eyes lost focus, rolled up to the gods. So tight.
I didn’t have nearly as much to use as a male did, but half my clit stood proud from my body, reaching for him, and I straddled his hips, leaning over his back to press as much of my shaft as I could into his hot, tight body, my hand resting above his hole to stimulate the rest of me.
Garrison moaned in rhythm as I used his body to get myself off. It was so easy to get lost in him, and I sank into the bliss, the joining, the exquisite pleasure.
I came so hard white stars exploded behind my eyes, my release spilling down my thighs and into his eager hole.
We collapsed onto the bed, and I lay on top of him, wishing I could stay there. Wishing we were guaranteed so many more moments like this. But my breasts were pressed against his back, my cheek nuzzling up against him, and for now, it was enough.
“Was that good, sweetheart?” He sounded fuck-drunk, and it was a good sound on him, rumbling through his back and into my chest.
“So good. You were incredible.” I pressed a kiss to his warm skin. “Was it good for you?”
He laughed softly. “I’m hard again. That felt way better than I imagined. And I imagined a lot.”
I shuddered with aftershocks. “Let me look after you then.”
He groaned. “Could you…?”
“You want that sweet spot tickled again?”
“Yeah.” His voice was rough, slightly uncertain, slightly incredulous, and I loved that I’d made it that way.
“Do you wish I had more here?” I circled my hips, my eyelids fluttering with the promise of more pleasure. “I can get more. You’re not the only one who bought toys, you know.”
I cleaned up in the convi, brought us back mugs of water, and unwrapped one of the toys.
He was still lying where I’d left him, in a puddle of cum, and he shifted round to sitting with a groan. “You bought a cock sleeve. Clit sleeve. I like it.”
My lips twitched. I’d chosen this one with him in mind; it worked as an extender as well as a solo stroker, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck this into him. “Get back on your hands and knees for me.”
“No.” He gave me a slow, insouciant grin and grabbed the sleeve from my hand. “I haven’t touched your clit since yesterday, and I’m going to have fun putting this on you.”
Whipcord fast, he flipped me onto my back, kneeling on my outstretched thighs, and slid a lazy pair of fingers inside me. “Fuck, your cunt feels good. Now I want to fuck you.”
“Don’t you dare,” I said, but my sternness ebbed as he crooked his fingers to graze a sensitive spot. “Put that on me.”
“Here?” He stroked around my clit, still hard and ready for more.
I shuddered. My muscles were primed to throw him off, to do it myself and give in to the urge to claim him. But his hands on me were always welcome, and resisting his touches was harder than it should have been.
“Yes, there,” I growled. “But I don’t want to come until I’m inside you again, so hurry up.”
He groaned. “I want that too much.”
The sleeve sucked onto my clit, tight and secure. When he gave it a test stroke, I gasped, all my sensitive nerve endings lighting up.
“On your knees,” I said. “Now.”
As he did, I slipped the other part of the toy over the length, the ring over the base holding it secure as I pulled the attachment to my cunt and pressed it inside, where it could stimulate me as I moved.
I fed the fake cock into him in slow, shallow strokes. Each time I drew back, it tugged on my clit, and shifted the toy inside me.
This was going to get me off way too fast unless I focused on him. “Is this okay?”
Garrison hummed in assent, but his nod was stiff.
I paused, already further inside him than my natural length, but still a way to go. “I’ll go slow, mitsha.”
“Just… need to get used to it. It’s… a lot.”
I bared my teeth. “You mean you don’t wish I bought a bigger one?”
His laugh pushed him back further onto my clit, and he caught his breath before answering. “No, this is fine. But we’ll need to work up to more.”
My chest clenched in the momentary stillness. If only we had that chance.
He exhaled hard. “Fuck me, Shohari. I want it. Make me feel it.”
I gripped his hips and slid all the way home with a snarl.
His long, drawn-out moan as he collapsed in slow motion onto the bed might have been my new favourite sound, and as I pulled out to thrust deep again, the tug on my clit dragged a skykking mewl from my throat.
It took a minute to find both my rhythm and the right angle to catch the spot inside that drove him frantic with need.
Once I did, my first climax ripped through me.
When one wave subsided, a new one built, and I drove into him, chasing my own pleasure as he babbled and cried beneath me, the motion rubbing his cock against the bed.
He gasped and groaned his release until he was whimpering and begging me to stop. “If you keep going, I’ll… come again, and I… I don’t know if I can take it.”
Oh. “Is that so?” I fucked him with lazy thrusts. “You know what to say if you want me to stop.”
“I know.”
“So do you want me to stop?”
“Please.” But his hips nudged back as he said it, and his needy whimpers told me everything.
“You’ll say ‘stop, Captain’ if you want me to stop. Or you’ll lie there and take my clit because you’re mine.”
His entire body went lax. “Shohari… god, yes, I’m yours, I’m all yours.”
His words whispered into my bones and I growled the sensation away. I fucked another orgasm out of myself, hips stuttering, chasing yet another one as I made sure I hit that spot inside of him that made him come apart so messily, so beautifully, so perfectly.
Sobbing, he came again, body locking up, my name on his lips a prayer, whether of thanks or supplication, I didn’t know.
I shuddered through another climax and slumped on top of him. “I love it when you put up a fight,” I breathed, tasting the salty sheen of his sweat. “But I love it most when you surrender completely.” I love feeling like you’re mine.
He just murmured, reaching back a hand to twine my fingers with his.
As we drifted back to sleep, I hoped somewhere the threads of fate could weave us a safe tapestry. There were still too many things able to tear us apart.