Chapter 14 #2
“I’d be more than happy to, Captain.” I sat up when he offered the lube, watching as I wet my fingers. Keeping one hand on the desk behind me, I knocked my legs against his hips and said, “But if you want a good show, you’ll have to help me out.”
He took me under the knees and lifted, watching for a reaction until my thighs touched my chest. He admired the view of me spread for him and the way my hand dropped. His eyes were dark, a reflection purely of me. When my finger brushed over my hole, he said, “You’re surprisingly flexible.”
“Years of practice.” I slipped a finger in, working myself nice and slow, the way I knew he didn’t want.
Roys gave a warning glance that encouraged my defiance further. “Do you want me to fuck you or not?”
“I do.”
“Then I suggest you behave, or you’re more than welcome to finish yourself off. Do you want that?”
“No, sir.” I moved my finger faster, shivering as he leaned away to watch. He licked his lips when a second finger joined, spreading me, and pressed his hips forward. His cock brushed against my hand as I worked.
“Faster,” he ordered, biting into my bottom lip. His hands gripped my legs tighter, bruising them. My hand worked faster. He settled his forehead on my chest, watching until he peeked up at me wearing nothing but a devilish grin. “Put me in yourself.”
My hands fumbled to find the lube behind me as he rolled his hips.
I enjoyed coating his cock, knowing that’d soon be inside of me.
With one hand still supporting me, the other guided him forward.
I moaned when his tip breached me and whined when he pulled away, depriving me of my desires.
He did that two more times, making my hips thrash before finally giving in.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. Roys didn’t take his time, burying himself in a swift thrust that had my eyes rolling. The scruff of his chin rubbed against my neck. The pleasure tore through me, a rage of sporadic nerves firing all at once.
The desk rocked as Roys fucked me. One hand still stabilized me, the other grabbed my cock, fruitlessly trying to touch myself in tune with his powerful thrusts. But anytime I got a rhythm, Roys slowed or stopped, leaving my hips jerking against him.
“Don’t fucking tease me.” I rolled my hips, trying to force him to penetrate me the way I liked it.
“You’re not the one giving orders here.” He dropped a leg to grab my neck. One squeeze and I was whimpering.
He shoved me hard onto the desk. The holo screen came to life, blazing a brilliant blue, reflected in the darkest recesses of his eyes. Like this, he fucked me with abandon, one hand around my throat, the other keeping my leg high.
“Is this the sex you wanted? To be controlled by me?” he purred.
“Yes, yes.”
He hit deep inside me, sending my hand scrambling for his hip where my nails dug into his ass. He squeezed my throat, and I shuddered, knowing he’d bring me to an incredible end.
“I can hardly believe how much you want this. Are you always this needy, or are you just a good boy for your captain?”
“For you. Just for you.”
“Are you lying?” He pulled out and let go of me entirely. My high drifted away, hips lurching to meet him for the end I craved. He shoved me onto the desk. I scrambled for my thighs, spreading them for him.
“No.” I just wanted him back inside of me, to be filled by him.
“You’re such an obedient thing.” He ran his hand down my neck, my chest, to circle my cock and then dipped a finger in my hole. He curled, and I twisted against him, needing more, needing him. “Tell me what you want.”
I pressed my hips hard against his hand. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Do I need to teach you your manners?”
“Please. Please fuck me, Captain. I want you. I want you so fucking bad.”
Smirking, he took my hips and gave me the reward I craved.
He was so hot, moving inside of me. I loved the way he looked between my legs, his gaze full of my same lust. I lay there holding myself open for him, calling his name, basking in the bliss he brought until it became too much.
His hand captured mine, stopping me from touching myself.
Roys slowed to pin both my wrists above my head.
“You’re going to get off just from me fucking you, so be a good boy and take it.”
“Yes, sir.”
Hit after hit brought me closer to that beautiful end. I squirmed and shook and thrust against him. A little more, that little push of his hand on my throat when he said, “Come for me.”
I did. The orgasm tore through me with a broken curse falling from my lips. Roys groaned, watching me come undone by him, pressing his thumb against my erratic pulse.
“Come inside of me,” I said, feeling his rhythm change, still reeling from my orgasm. His hands fell to my legs, holding them against my chest so he could move as he pleased. Then all went still, his eyes shut in bliss before he fell away, breathless.
Roys dropped my legs, letting me rest half on the desk. The sweat had my back sticking to the surface, freezing compared to the fire on my skin. He leaned against the wall, eyes shut, basking in the afterglow. Damn, I didn’t think I would grow tired of that even after three months.
Hands in my hair and chest heaving, I asked, “Got anything to clean up your mess?”
He searched the room as if that would change anything, then grabbed his ripped shirt.
He approached with the intention of cleaning up that mess.
The thought made me sick. I tugged the shirt out of his hand.
While I wiped off, Roys returned my clothes, also sick-inducing.
I tossed the ruined shirt at him. He scowled, and that scowl worsened when I pulled out a cigarette.
“Don’t smoke in here,” he said.
The cigarette hung out of my mouth. “You’re really denying me a smoke after sex?”
“I’m denying one in here. You are welcome to smoke anywhere else.”
I went to light up. Roys grabbed the entire pack. I scrambled around him as he held them both behind his back. “Oh, fuck off already.”
“No smoking in here, or I crush these, and we aren’t exactly stockpiling replacements.” He was right. Once we ran out, Corporate would be a pain about shipping more.
Setting aside the cigarette, I dressed and stashed the lighter. “Happy?”
He handed over the pack and got to dressing himself. I stared. A lot. Enough to get his attention.
“What?” he asked.
Leaning against the desk, I replied, “I’m surprised you agreed to this and that you’re open to another.”
“Who said I was?”
“Your enthusiasm.” I pushed off the desk to catch him by the hem of his pants. He didn’t pull away when I kissed him. A hand fell in my hair, drawing me away so he could mark my neck. I liked having his marks on me, knowing he definitely couldn’t ignore them or the memories that came with them.
Still, I teased, “Keep that up, and my team will have questions. I can’t promise I won’t share all the juicy details.”
“Do so, and this will never happen again.”
“You think you’re good enough to stop me from yapping?”
“I think you like playing around.” He released me to meet my attention. Though he was a tad shorter, I always felt small in his presence. “And you’d rather continue this game than end it.”
“You really are paying extra special attention to me to have all that figured out, huh, sweetheart? Same time and place tomorrow?”
“Sure.” He shoved me away and grabbed his shirt. “You head out first. I’ll wait.”
“Sweet enough to rot my teeth,” I teased on the way to the door where I stopped and looked back, feeling a question climb my throat.
Roys stood there, arms crossed, his gaze practically burning through the floor. It’d burn through me if I dared to ask what Earth’s like. While it was tempting, I was actually tired and I might get a good night’s sleep, so I left.
I was wrong.