Chapter 20
“Must we do this here?” Roys asked between our eager mouths.
“Do what?” I kissed around his jaw. “I’m looking at the stars.” He groaned and gave another when I teased, “Are you scared?”
“Concerned.” His attention dared to stray to the flora beyond the shield.
I caught his chin. “Focus on me. I’m needy, remember?”
“I couldn’t possibly forget.”
I ran my fingers through his short brown hair, clinging to his neck already slick with sweat.
The heat of The Planet carried into the night, adding to the growing fervor between us.
His hands cupped my ass, keeping our hips grinding.
We savored the taste of one another, reveling in what we became together. Then I dropped to my knees.
I pushed up his shirt to kiss along the hem of his pants.
His hand twisted in my hair, trying to guide me to what he wanted me to taste most. He was so different when I was taking off his clothes.
I mouthed him through his pants like the other day, grinning against his cock hardening beneath the fabric.
Roys dug his fingers into the back of my scalp when I wouldn’t give him more.
Grinning, I fell back on the grass instead, legs spread, waiting for him to join me.
Roys didn’t hesitate, crawling over to reclaim my mouth.
He was nothing short of relentless, pouring every frustration, every desire to make me bend for him here when we both knew I would.
Trapped between him and the earth, all I could do was take the agonizing pressure of his hips and the fabric too tight for my growing pleasure.
My hands slid beneath his pants to take a firm hold of his glorious ass.
He growled and thrust harder against me when my middle finger slid between his cheeks to circle his hole.
“When you arrived, I jerked off thinking about you fucking me,” I whispered into his ear.
He laughed against my jaw, where he was currently occupied. “Are you serious?”
“Why would I joke about that?”
“Because you love to be an absolute torment, especially for me.” His hands crawled up my shirt, dragging dull nails over the skin he made so sensitive.
“True, but I won’t when we’re like this, so tell me, Captain, have you touched yourself while thinking about me?”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I’m going to take your avoidance as a yes unless proved otherwise.”
He settled himself on his elbows on either side of my head.
Grinning more charmingly than the bastard should be able to, Roys rubbed his hips, sending jolts of bliss straight to my core.
His eyes were deep pools of shadows, haloed by starlight.
“That evening I caught you in the showers with another man, I couldn’t stop imagining what it would have been like if I were inside you instead. ”
“Yeah? Tell me more.”
He sucked on his fingers before wrapping an arm around my waist. His hand slid behind me for his fingers to massage between my cheeks.
“My resolve always damn near breaks when you’re flying. You get this look, like you know only a fool would get in your way, and all I can think about is riding you until you’re seeing fucking stars.”
I hissed when he bit my bottom lip hard before soothing the wound with his tongue.
“You have the most lustful body.” He kept the pressure on me, hips grinding and fingers tracing. “How many others here have seen you like this?”
My hands ran up his back, under his shirt, wanting to feel more of him. All of him. “I thought you weren’t jealous.”
His hand left my backside to grip my throat. “And I thought I told you to answer me when I ask you a question.”
“I like it too much when you discipline me.” I whimpered when he squeezed.
He rocked against me, bringing our core heat together in a maddening friction. Planting my heels in the grass, I met his force. It was too much. It wasn’t enough. I wanted the clothes gone, to feel his body against mine, to run teeth and tongue over skin.
“Take out your cock,” he ordered. I fumbled off my belt. When my hand fell to please me, he intertwined our fingers to lock my hands beside my head. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself.”
I moaned from the continuous jerking of our hips, too slow and agonizing for my taste.
His shirt too, brushed my chest, making every part of me more sensitive for him.
He looked so good taking control of me in uniform, and me an utter mess in mine.
He brought his mouth to my jaw and then my neck, where he marked me, and I let him, craning my neck so he could do anything.
But he stopped, and I shuddered, cold without him.
Roys sat up, his hands dragging down my arms to my chest and waist, all the precome leaking over my stomach and my hips rubbing against him. I wanted him so badly, knowing what was hidden under those pants and how his cock could drive me wild.
“If I can’t touch myself, you better start or I’ll leave right fucking now,” I warned when his torturous knuckles merely grazed my cock.
“No, you won’t. Want to know why?” He laughed, far more smug here than anywhere else.
“Because you’re always so well behaved for me when I’m spreading your legs.
” He spread them now, holding my pants by the holsters and pushing.
He brought his hips against my ass, letting me feel his cock through the fabric.
“Such a good boy when you want something. Could you come for me like this?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good. Keep those hands up.” He rocked his hips, only ever letting me feel his length, hot and throbbing, through our pants.
My fingers tore into the grass, shaking, wanting to touch myself and wanting even more to touch him.
My attention strayed from his lustful eyes to our connection, where I saw how his hips moved, like they were inside of me.
“Do you want to see my cock?” he purred.
“Please.”
“If I see those hands move, I’ll stop.”
I whined and tore into my bottom lip when he let go of my legs. I was the one to continue the grinding, rubbing impatiently as he undid his belt. He touched himself, thrusting into his hand hard and fast, letting the precome spill over his fingers.
“Please let me touch you.” My fingers twitched, and his hand shot to my throat, still wet from him.
“You’ve been a good boy, but you came out here starting trouble, so consider this your punishment. After all, you said you wanted to be disciplined, didn’t you?” He brushed his thumb over my lips, where I tasted him. He ensured our eyes met, his a perfect reflection of me.
“Yes, sir.”
“Those hands stay up and eyes on me.”
He brought his body against mine. Grinding harder, faster while I pleaded into his mouth as he kissed me.
He squeezed my throat. The bliss rolled over me as he used me; leaning his full weight against me, his hand trapped between our bodies.
His knuckles brushed against my cock from his quick jerks. The friction between us was maddening.
My nails tore into the grass, vision lining white. “I’ll come, fuck, wait, Roys.”
“It’s okay. Come for me. Come just like this.” He sat up, one hand still on my throat and the other finally grabbing me. His thumb played with my head, and I shivered under his ravenous attention, overtaken by an orgasm that had me moaning his name.
“You look incredible when you come.” He crawled over me, kneeling above my chest with his cock in hand. “Open your mouth.”
I did so, moaning when he grabbed my hair to crane my neck so he could use my mouth.
He thrust between my lips, setting a desperate pace that made my eyes water.
My tongue traced the vein under his head when he slowed, and I sucked hard when he fucked my head into the ground.
Then I tasted him, felt him shudder, and licked the last of him from my lips when he departed, satisfied.
He clambered back between my legs to take up his favorite pastime of utterly ruining my neck. My body hummed in the aftershocks, leaning into calloused fingers drawing circles against my side.
“You’re going to force me to wear turtlenecks for this entire tour, aren’t you?” I craned my neck for him, regardless.
“That’s your choice.” He kissed down to my chest before looking up at me. “But if you’re really that worried, I could leave more elsewhere.”
He proceeded to leave many all over my chest down to my hips.
I lay there, reveling in the sensation of his mouth all over me, shuddering when he sucked my cock just because.
It was incredible feeling his hands all over me for no reason than to feel.
A quick tug and my pants were back on, and I still hadn’t quite come down from the high.
By the time he finished, I glanced down at my red-marked skin. “I look like an army of bugs laid siege upon me.”
“One bug,” he said. “And I’ve counted, so if any other bugs come around, I’ll know.”
“So you are jealous?”
Snorting, he fell to my side. He tossed an arm behind his head, our labored breaths steadying in the growing silence.
My mind was quiet, the world nothing more than us in a field under the stars.
It was oddly nice. I didn’t need to hear him talk, although admittedly, I kind of wanted him to.
I just didn’t know what to talk about. Ours never usually ended well and, for once, I wanted this to end well. To be different.
“It is pretty out here. You didn’t see this at your colony?” Roys whispered.
“Look through my record, did ya? That’s rude. I didn’t see yours.” I knocked my leg against his. He hooked his foot around my ankle like it meant nothing, like it was normal.
“I told you more than what is on my record.”
His touch felt like too much, even after what we did. I pulled my leg away and tugged at the grass, twirling the blades around my fingers. “Why? Aren’t I a bastard?”
“The word was invented to describe you.”
We laughed. His finger brushed mine between us. I wanted to hold his hand, to interlock our fingers and know what it would feel like just to have him there. But I laid my hands on my chest instead, where my heart refused to steady.
“You already know I’m from Earth. There’s no point hiding that, and it is quite clear I did not come from the wealthy part of Earth, so I figured it would be fine,” he said.
“What if I gossip about it to my friends?”
“I imagine you will. You are incapable of keeping your mouth shut.”
“I told you, I act out because I like when you get rough with me.” I glanced at him, a little surprised to find a smile on his face far more alluring than his frowning.
“Sure.” He shut his eyes. “All captains are given basic information about their troops. I don’t even know what colony you came from, if that is any consolation to you.”
I wondered how many were right in front of us, out there drifting through space, as invisible as the lives they wasted.
“Doesn’t matter.” I picked at one of my nails. “They’re all the same — cold, dark, disgusting wastes of space. The first time I saw the sky was when I left that place.”
Without my sister. Huddled on the Katlan, I was too terrified to move.
I sat there, curled up in a ball, staring in the dark where I saw Maddy, bloodied and broken, staring back at me.
I dropped my pack during the attack. Without food or water, I hardly had the energy to crawl off the Katlan once docked.
No wonder I was caught immediately. It wasn’t until I was a cadet that I had a moment to look out a porthole and savor the world beyond.
“Do you prefer this to the view from a speeder?” he asked.
“Yeah. I don’t know why.”
“Me too.”
We fell silent for a while before Roys started making up stories for the stars. Apparently, Earthers gave them meaning a long time ago, stories about constellations long forgotten, but some people tried to cling to the tales by making their own.
Roys thought a set resembled a horse, a type of Earth creature.
He saw pictures of them on adverts. Supposedly, there were a couple brought back from extinction being bred on Earth and, of course, sold as expensive rides for the rich and curious.
I pointed at a set that looked phallic, and Roys had a look of such disappointment that I laughed, and he did, too.
“Your mind is in a constant state of horny,” he said.
“I am surrounded by muscle-bound, sweaty men all day. How else am I meant to feel?” I slapped his chest to squeeze his pec. He really had an amazing body. I wanted to curl up against his side and awake to those arms wrapped around me.
He laughed and knocked me away. “So that’s your type — muscle-bound and sweaty?”
“I’ve been fucking around with you, haven’t I?” I yelped when he smacked my thigh. “You best be careful, you know I like that kind of treatment.”
“We were having a nice moment with the stars, and you ruined it.”
Precisely.
“You’ve ruined plenty of moments. You’re practically a known mood killer,” I replied.
He scoffed. “When?”
“You always try to discuss serious topics.”
“Ethin, I say this with the utmost disrespect, but compared to your usual discussions, most topics would be considered serious.”
I smirked, my chest so warm I feared spontaneously combusting. “Fair point.”
Roys’ commlink went off. Wide-eyed, he scrambled onto his feet. A new smile came across his face like I had never seen, his eyes bright, enthusiastic. He nodded toward the doors. “I have to go. Come back inside, please.”
“What’s the rush?” I had barely got the question out by the time he reached the door.
“Get inside or I’m teaming you up with Galya again.”
Then he was gone, though I heard his earth speak as the doors closed. I sat there dejected… and disappointed.