Chapter 30
“What’s with that chipper face?” Arana asked in the lounge.
“I’m not making a chipper face.”
Please. My cheeks hurt from all my grinning.
My mind had been to the filthiest recesses of the galaxy imagining Roys in all manners of compromising positions. It was easier to think about sex rather than the other sensations that reared their ugly head from time to time.
He trusted me. He meant what he said, all of it, since the beginning. Roys saw me in ways no one else did and no one else ever would.
I bit the inside of my cheek while Arana gave me the stink eye.
Behind her, Ryker argued with Lilea over what to watch.
We had time until lights out to enjoy a movie, which Roys chose to join us during.
He sat on the opposite side of the room when all I wanted was to drag him into my lap.
Which was weird because I wasn’t the cuddling type.
Sex was all I needed. That was all I would ever need.
Right?
Everyone agreed on a movie—meaning Zavir stole the remote and no one had the audacity to tell him no—and the survey team joined for a massive movie night. Maddy sat on the floor near me. When anything funny happened, she laughed and brushed against my leg.
Once, I took the chance to run my fingers through her hair, like she let me when we were kids.
I never knew why I enjoyed braiding her hair.
The braids were shit, but she let me, and I’d do it mindlessly whenever we were close.
She didn’t make me stop, though she glanced back once where I expected a glare or a warning that she’d remove my fingers.
Neither happened, but my hand still fell away.
Sitting there with everyone reminded me of the Colony, a memory I thought I had forgotten.
One where Mom, Dad, Pops, Maddy, and I sat on the old pipes high in the city to watch a film played across a giant screen across the way.
We didn’t have the credits to afford tickets, but Pops found a place to watch from afar.
We huddled together, me on Pops' lap and Maddy on Mom’s with Dad in the middle holding all the snacks.
Somehow, I had forgotten about that, or I didn’t want to remember a piece of good because I would never have it again.
But just then, I got a glimpse, surrounded by everyone, feeling Maddy near, like she wasn’t appalled by the mere thought of me, and catching Roys looking my way.
My heart swelled, and my eyes hurt. I wiped them with the back of my hand.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
When the movie ended, everyone went their separate ways. Roys went toward his room. He glanced over his shoulder before disappearing. I rubbed my stomach, which had been knotted for most of the movie and continued jumping after Arana went to bed. I lay on the bunk checking the time on my commlink.
Should I go see him? This was…
Things were…
Something changed. Somehow, someway, through everything that transpired, pieces of me changed.
Roys had too. Once our edges were too rough to do more than crash and spark.
Over time, those edges smoothed and clicked, fitting together bit by bit.
We weren’t the picture we once were. Something new had been created and that creation scared me.
And excited me.
Arana muttered nonsense in her sleep prior to releasing a snore that could frighten a supernova into submission.
My commlink signaled fifteen minutes had passed.
If I waited longer, he’d go to bed. We could slow this down.
I could stop it altogether. These escapades would be only that—escapades that entertained us in the late hours. All we had to do was stop.
I rolled onto my side to stare at the wall. When I closed my eyes, Roys laid there, smiling bright with his slightly crooked teeth that made him even more alluring.
Damn it.
I took off the commlink.
Roys had a private bedroom close to the office.
Getting there was quick and easy. Double-checking the halls were empty, I knocked, and the door opened.
Inside Roys had the same space, though with a larger bed against the furthest wall.
He stood in front of a plain dresser, where he stashed a freshly cleaned uniform.
He wore a pair of loose trousers and those needlessly attractive armbands.
Other than that, the room lacked personal effects.
He had a box of candy. Nothing more. How disappointing, although most of us either didn’t have personal effects or left them at base.
We were more likely to lose them if we brought anything with us.
“Were you really putting away laundry while waiting for me?” I asked.
“Figured I should keep myself busy.” He shut the dresser. “After all, I wasn’t sure if you were considering hanging onto your grudge.”
“Oh, I’m hanging on, but tonight will determine whether or not I let go.”
“I must be at my top performance, then.”
“Absolutely, and I’m a harsh critic.” That was entirely biased toward him, and he knew it.
Smirking, Roys took one tantalizing step closer at a time.
He held my waist when we kissed, refusing to allow any space between us.
He descended to my neck to perform his favorite activity of marking me.
I shivered thinking of seeing them in the mirror tomorrow and his sly little smirk when I had to struggle to hide them.
Though that never had me telling him to stop.
I fondled his chest, loving how my hands could never hold all of him. Roys had always been all muscle, firm yet soft, capable of lifting me up and throwing me across the room, if he felt like it. And if that wasn’t a huge turn-on, I wasn’t sure what else would be.
We stumbled toward the bed, fumbling with each other’s pants. I stepped on his foot. We laughed against each other’s mouth causing our teeth to hit. We laughed even more before kicking our worthless clothes away.
It was odd.
It was wonderful.
I never wanted this to end.
Roys fell onto the mattress, where he offered an astounding view.
His body lay open to me. His powerful thighs pressed against my hips.
I gripped the muscles of his legs, reveling in the sight of him beneath me.
His fingers flexed against the sheets. My attention drifted to them and the strain in his arms.
“Is something wrong?” I asked, stomach sinking.
He locked a leg around my waist. I stumbled and caught myself on the bed, hovering above him.
“Just wondering what you’re waiting for.” He grabbed his cock. I licked my lips, watching the way his hips rolled into his hand. “Touch me.”
“Yes, sir.”
I kissed everywhere he let me, across his chest, down his abdomen, around his knees all the way to his ankles.
Roys let out a quiet chuckle when I nuzzled my nose against the back of his knee.
During my quiet exploration, Roys got lube from under his pillow to coat his hand, and mine after I sucked his balls and gripped his base.
He groaned as I took over, quickening the pace until his hips couldn’t keep up with me.
“You taste incredible,” I said, my mouth moving around his hips.
I bit him, and he groaned, and then Roys caught me by the chin. Even like this, with his cheeks flushed and chest heaving, he grinned, knowing he had me completely wrapped around his finger. “Wait until you use that mouth on my cock.”
“Trust me, I plan to use my mouth everywhere.”
Roys took hold of his thighs, truly spoiling me in the eye candy department tonight.
He spread his legs wide, moaning from the quick strokes of my hand.
I couldn’t resist marking his legs, letting my teeth trail along the goose-feathered flesh before biting down hard.
His muscles flexed and I soothed the mark with my tongue.
My fingers soon slipped between his cheeks to circle his hole.
We shared a moan. Watching his pleasure was as good as having him do the same to me.
It made me hungry for more, anything he would allow.
Roys cursed when I sank my mouth onto his cock. As he hit the back of my throat, my finger massaged his rim, feeling every glorious shudder. His back arched, trembling as I brought him higher. When he fell away from me, I kissed his head and licked him to his base.
He watched, lips parted, eyes dark, pupils practically overtaking the blue. “Use your tongue to get me ready for you.”
“Anything you want, sweetheart.” I kissed him first, slowly, before pressing my tongue against his rim.
Roys’ hips squirmed when my tongue traced him. “That's a good boy, Ethin. Good, so good."
Hearing my name like that made my hand fumble in my pants.
I worked myself as my tongue fucked him, thrusting and curling the way he liked based on his pleasured gasps.
I departed to wet my thumb, using it to rub around his quivering hole.
Roys pressed hard against me, letting my thumb dip into him before I replaced it with my tongue.
My thumb rubbed around him in circles, my tongue fucking him fast.
“Wait, fuck, Ethin, stop,” he said, hips jerking back.
“Were you going to come?” I kissed those incredibly muscled thighs, taking the skin between my teeth again before nuzzling my nose against his dark curls. My hand fell still on my arousal, knowing I wouldn’t last and I’d much rather finish between his legs.
“Yes.”
“I want you to. Please.” I returned to tormenting him, moaning as my sore tongue had his hips squirming.
Roys twisted and groaned and tightened. One hand gripped his cock, lasting barely a few strokes before my name fell broken from his lips. He clenched around my tongue, riding out his orgasm with me ravishing his backside.
I wished I could have watched, although I would use that as an excuse to do this again.