Chapter 14
ALETTA
She tugged on his belt, her smile widening as he blinked at her with the most adorably confused look on his face.
Oh, she was going to enjoy this very much.
When he’d kissed her in the med bay, what felt like an age ago, she’d almost combusted on the spot. She’d known he had a good sense of smell, and hoped that he couldn’t pick up just how wet he made her.
Helping Lara find her way around The Lady took all her concentration.
Especially when she took her to the mess to find Gark standing there with his arms crossed, for all the world like he had no idea the effect he had on her.
The man was so built that his muscles had muscles, for god’s sake. He was a walking felony.
So she’d been thankful for the time to gather her thoughts while she watched Klath examine Lara.
She had nothing to lose by exploring whatever this was that she and Gark had. And she wanted to feel something other than fear and pain.
“What are you doing?” Gark asked, his hands settling on her waist as she tugged him closer to settle against her, hip to hip.
Or, more accurately, dick to stomach.
“Celebrating.” She slid her hands up to his neck, her fingers tangling in his short hair. The ache in her wrist was welcome, telling her she was alive.
Her heart thudded in her chest as she raised on her toes to brush her lips against his. He breathed in sharply at the contact, then groaned as her tongue darted out.
Between one moment and the next, she lost the upper hand as she was lifted into the air and lowered onto the bed. He was careful not to bump her hand as he came down on top of her, pressing her into the mattress with his weight.
“Yes,” she hissed before she dove back in, losing herself in the taste of his lips.
A sound like a purr came from his chest as he dragged his mouth away from hers to trail his lips along her neck.
“You smell incredible,” he said into her hair, his voice muffled as he licked up the side of her neck. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“I think I might have some idea,” she said as she rolled her hips against his, the insistent evidence of exactly what she did to him pressing into her soft belly.
He pulled back with a laugh, the sound warming her. She hadn’t heard him laugh before, and the twinkle in his lilac eyes was intoxicating. He dropped a kiss to her lips before trailing down her neck and throat, pushing the oversized shirt off her shoulder to nibble at her collar bones.
Every touch of his lips sent shivers over her skin, which were made more intense by the cool air blowing from the vent over their heads. Her nipples pebbled, making points under the soft fabric of his tee, and Gark buried his face in the middle of her chest.
He stilled, then pulled back with a grimace. She stiffened, hands coming up to cover herself as he pulled back to stand next to the bed.
She sat up, arms wrapped around her middle.
“We need to get cleaned up.” His voice was muffled as he bent down to undo the laces on his boots, pulling them off to land with a soft thud. He tucked the laces neatly inside and placed them, side-by-side, at the end of the bed.
Her lips twitched as she looked from his neatly lined-up boots to her folded shirts.
She went to stand up, but he tsked and she stayed sitting.
He went to his knees in front of her and undid the laces on her sneakers, repeating the ritual, then placed them next to his boots.
She was a pretty normal-sized woman, or so she’d always thought, but her shoes looked the size of a toddler’s footwear in comparison to his boots.
He offered her a hand, and she took it, letting him tug her into the tiny bathroom. She stood in the doorway as he shucked his socks and pants, answering the question of whether he wore underwear—he did not—and turned the water on.
“You’re staring.”
She jerked, her eyes darting up to his. “Well, that’s a lot of meat you’re packing there, buddy.” He had a very nice dick, which was saying something, since most dicks just looked weird. His was… pretty. She snorted at the direction her thoughts had gone, but it really was pretty.
Nice and thick, long enough to make a girl think twice, but not so long that she was in fear for her cervix. Mostly. Nobody liked a dick thrust to the cervix.
He frowned. “Meat?” He looked down at his crotch.
“Yeah. Your cock. It’s pretty.”
He snorted, looking up at her with laughing eyes. “Pretty?”
“Yeah,” she said, tilting her head to one side as she regarded the rapidly hardening length currently under discussion. “It’s not half bad.”
“Ah, I did find you with a full cock.”
What on Earth was he talking about?
Aletta shook her head. “What? You know what? Never mind.” She tugged her leggings and underwear off, tossing them out the door. Gark took his own clothes and picked hers up, folding them over the back of the chair.
She pulled the shirt off and dangled it from one finger. He turned from where he was placing the now-folded dirty clothes on the chair, and froze. His nostrils flared, and his eyes pulsed dark purple—wait, what?—before going back to their usual lilac.
She grinned and let the shirt drop from her finger onto the floor. He stepped forward, barely glancing at the discarded item of clothing as he stalked her. If he’d had a tail, she was certain it would have flicked impatiently behind him.
She took a step backward into the bathroom and into the water, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back under the spray of the shower. A smile danced on her lips as she heard the bathroom door slide shut, and then his hands were on her.
“Little minx.” He growled the words against her ear, and she giggled.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d giggled.
The weight of providing for Dylan and herself had been heavy, and it had been her responsibility since she was a teenager.
She wondered what her life would be like if she could just enjoy something for herself.
To not worry about where the next meal was coming from or how they would pay rent.
She opened her eyes to see his intense gaze on her, and every thought other than this moment fled when his lips touched hers. His hands traced her curves reverently as if she were the most precious of gifts.
“Aletta,” he groaned, cupping her hips and slowly lifting her onto her toes. The water washed over them, drumming against the tiled floor in a beat that sounded like rain.
Her hands gripped his arms, fingers sliding between the corded muscles of his biceps as if they belonged there. “I’m here.”
He reached for the shampoo, strong fingers massaging her scalp in soothing strokes that had her eyes closing. She groaned, and he pulled her head toward his chest to rinse the soap away. Then he took his time, ignoring his hard dick and focusing on Aletta.
She could get used to this, she thought as he kneeled in front of her to take one of her feet in his hands. She steadied herself on his shoulders, his head almost reaching her breasts. He was so much bigger than her, and yet not once had she felt in danger with him. Not like—
No. She would not think about anything else but Gark and this moment. Everything else could wait.
For once, she was going to have her cake and eat it too.
Or whatever that saying meant. If Gark were a cake, he would be one of those rainbow surprise cakes that looked like a regular cake on the outside, but when you cut into it, it was full of chocolate chips, cream, and rainbow-colored layers of sponge.
He put her foot down and reached for the other one, thick fingers pressing into the aching arch of her foot. All thoughts of cake comparisons disappeared.
“Oh my fucking god.”
He smirked, the fucker actually smirked.
“Up,” she demanded, waving her hand. “My turn.”
He stood slowly, letting his hands graze over her flanks until he was towering over her once more.
But all her good intentions of returning the favour flew out the proverbial window when the hot water suddenly cut off. Aletta squealed in shock and stepped out from under the spray.
“You’re laughing at me.” She pulled the towel from the hook and wrapped it around herself.
“Me? Never.” Gark had his head under the cold water, washing himself quickly.
He turned off the water and reached for a towel, pressing close to Aletta. She slid her good hand between their bodies and gripped his length, barely able to touch her fingers around him.
“Do that, and we won’t make it to the bed.”
“I didn’t say I wanted a bed.” She squeezed, and he groaned.
He lifted her chin, his eyes hot and serious as they met hers. “You may not want the bed, but you deserve to be worshipped, and it’s a little cramped in here.” He lifted an eyebrow, lips twitching.
Aletta laughed. “All right.”
She started to dry off, but Gark picked her up with a soft growl and carried her to the bed. “You’re starting to develop a habit of carrying me around.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” His laughing eyes met hers, warming her on the inside.
She liked this playful side of him. How often did he let his guard down and have fun? He took his responsibilities to the crew seriously, and she’d hardly seen him smile, until tonight.
He laid her gently on the bed, taking the towel to her hair and drying it gently. She’d always thought passion had to be fast and desperate, but Gark handled her like he had all the time in the world. Or the universe.
When he was done, he used the same towel to dry himself.
“That’s my towel.”
“I know,” he said, head appearing from beneath the plush fabric. “I like the way you smell.”
Aletta’s face heated, and she rolled her eyes, trying—and not succeeding—to brush off the remark like it didn’t make her all warm and fuzzy inside.
Gark took a step toward the bathroom, then, as if he’d thought twice about hanging the towel up, tossed it over the back of a chair with a curse.
Aletta bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. The uptight captain was letting himself go.
“Are you laughing at me now?” His voice was deep and husky as he turned to face her.
“Never.” She shook her head, damp curls brushing against her face. She leaned back on her hands and pushed her breasts forward. His eyes dropped to her chest, and she smirked in triumph.
Then he gripped his cock in one big hand, and her mouth fell open. He was the most erotic sight she’d ever seen. One big, bronzed hand wrapped around that beautiful cock, stroking it slowly as he watched her with hot eyes.
“We’re playing games, are we?” He took another step toward her, and she shook her head mutely. “No?” His hand stroked down, then back up, his thumb brushing over his tip and circling the head of his dick. His dick glistened in the low light of the room, a constant stream running over his hand.
He took another step, bringing him up to her, his knees nudging her thighs apart where she sat, legs dangling over the side of the bed.
“Lie back.”
She flopped back so quickly he barked out a laugh. She lifted her head to look at him down the length of her body. “I’m not stupid. Whatever you have in mind, I want it.” She made a circling gesture with her hand. “Carry on.”
He snorted and shook his head as he looked down at her, lips tilting in a lopsided grin.
He lowered to his knees, arms looping under her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the bed so her bottom was slightly off the mattress.
She would have fallen had he not lifted her legs over his shoulders, forcing her to put weight on him through her legs.
And then his hot mouth was on her, devouring her in the most delicious manner as his fingers explored her folds. She relaxed her legs, and he grunted, caressing her thigh with one hand while he slid a thick finger into her wet channel with the other.
She threw an arm over her face, shielding her eyes, groaning as time lost meaning. She was a panting mess, unable to care about anything but the pleasure Gark was delivering with his mouth.
Her breath came faster as she approached the edge of the ravine, ready to tumble into the most pleasurable oblivion—
“Oh no, not yet.” He pulled back with a gentle pat to her pussy, making her scowl.
“But I was almost there!” She pushed up on her elbows to scowl at him. The bastard was grinning as he licked her juices from his fingers.
Oh god. That was so hot.
“I know.” He stood, stroking his cock as his eyes flashed purple again. “You taste so good. I could spend eons licking your cunt.”
She jerked at the word, then huffed a laugh. “If you’re not going to let me come on your lips, it had better be because I’m going to come on your dick.” Her eyes dropped to his groin with a smirk as he grabbed his cock and squeezed, groaning.
“I would pay thousands of credits just to hear you talk like that.”
He climbed onto the bed, lying down with one arm stretched behind his head in a way that made his arm muscles bulge. He patted the space next to him. She ignored the gesture, instead crawling toward him and then straddling his hips.
Time to take the lead.
She lowered herself slowly, her dripping wet core settling against his hard dick, pressing his length onto his stomach. He drew in a sharp breath as she leaned forward, breasts brushing against his chest as she dropped a light kiss on his lips.
“My turn,” she said, lifting to grip his cock and line him up with her entry.
His hands gripped her hips, fingers tightening as she lowered herself ever so slowly down his length.
“Lady, help me,” Gark moaned, watching with wide eyes at where their bodies were joined.
She knew what he meant. Every nerve ending in her pussy was working overtime as his thick length stretched her in the most delicious way.
“Oh god. Oh fuck.” Aletta couldn’t stop herself from using every curse word she’d ever heard—and making up a few for good measure—as she seated herself fully.
She’d never felt so full.
He’d ruined her.
Gark’s fingers tightened as she rolled her hips, grinding her clit against him to send sparks of pleasure through her.
And then any illusion of control she’d had was shattered as he lifted her halfway off his dick, leaving her feeling empty and aching and wanting more. She mewled, embarrassingly, and tried to lower herself onto him, but his hands held her firmly.
“Patience, beautiful.”
She pouted. “I’m not patient. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick so bad, Gark.”
He looked up from where he’d been admiring the sight of her partially impaled on his cock. “Beg.”
She snorted. “I don’t beg.” She rolled her eyes.
He lifted his hips slightly, moving an inch in and out of her. It wasn’t enough. She wanted it all.
Fuck it.
“Oh god, please, Gark. I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me, let me have your gorgeous cock. It feels so fucking good. I need it. I need you. I need you.”
And then, with a growl, his control snapped.