Six Months Later
I never would have imagined that six months after my rather eventful thirtieth birthday, I would return to Earth.
After I had said goodbye and told my family that I would be traveling with my new boyfriend—who they were very taken with, of course—I assumed it might be years before we returned to the familiar blue ball I once called home.
Now Cair and I lounged in the oversized, delectably comfortable, bed in the main bedroom on his ship. No, our ship.
“Is this runner worth your time?” I asked, a throwback joke about how we met.
Back then, Cair had confided to me that he had wanted to turn down Vadhea’s assignment to retrieve Xelthar Zarnoth.
Naturally, he was just as glad he originally couldn’t say no as I was, since otherwise we never would have met.
And I never would have learned how turned on I was by sexy interrogations. Who knew?
Cair faced me in our shared bed. The slight lift of his upper lip was the only acknowledgement of my joke as he answered seriously about our new case. “He is. Another Brakian, though.”
“Again? They really are a troublesome species.”
Cair laughed. “You are not wrong, Emily Nichols.”
I bit back my own laugh at his full use of my name. It had taken several months for him to adjust to not using it. The convention on most planets seemed to be to use both. Less chance of confusion, which made sense. He usually just called me Emily now. But sometimes he still slipped.
A chime sounded. “We are three hours from Earth,” Cair informed me. “Would you like me to engage the hyperdrive for the remainder, or…” His question trailed off suggestively.
“Interrogate me again, Cair Anas,” I whispered.
“As you wish.” Cair stood from the bed in all his naked glory, my eyes drawn to his improbable cock, curled against his body protectively. The ultimate grower-not-shower, I’d commented the first time I’d seen it uncurl.
My indecent thoughts froze the moment Cair picked me up and held me to his chest, every muscle taut beneath my hands. He carried me naked through the empty ship—the benefits of traveling without a crew.
I barely noticed the cold metal of the ship as we passed through the halls, though a tingle of anticipation surfaced when the brig doors whooshed open before us.
Cair set me down against the far wall and offered a wolfish grin. “Raise your arms and spread your legs.”
I complied, and he lifted a metal circle to my wrists. A moment for me to wonder when he had grabbed it before a glowing ring encircled both wrists. In quick order, he also fastened both of my legs to the wall behind me.
His fingers cupped my chin before his hand glided over my neck to rest on the swell of one breast. “Had you met the runner before today?”
Reminders of Xelthar Zarnoth did not enhance sexual pleasure, so, of course, in our sexy-time playing, we changed it to an anonymous runner scenario. “No,” I answered, my voice already breathy.
Cair’s left hand continued its descent, his hand covering my right breast. “Why did you interfere with my apprehension of the runner?”
“I didn’t mean to interfere,” I continued our role play. My nipple jumped to attention as Cair’s fingers rolled over it. He cupped my tit, massaging the fullness.
“That is not an acceptable answer,” he whispered into my ear. His right hand joined his left at my chest, and he gripped both bare breasts tightly.
The tiny ache between my legs sparked brighter. “It’s the truth,” I responded, going off script.
Cair’s right hand released my breast and glided past my ribcage, along my waist, squeezed my hip, and then his hand slipped between my legs and clasped my vulva.
My breathing became more ragged as I locked my brown eyes onto his amber ones. A rush of need rolled over me from the combination of his gentle ministrations, the restraint against the metal wall, and the coolness of the brig’s air on my skin.
“I believe it is time we tried something new.” A single finger pushed against the folds of my pussy and entered me. I moaned in response before his words registered.
“That isn’t new,” I reminded him in a surprised, shaky voice. He’d gone further off-script than I had.
A second finger joined the first inside me.
I panted from his fingers’ movement, unable to stop myself from pushing my hips against his hand to deepen the penetration.
Then an emptiness as Cair withdrew his fingers and held them up for me to see. His heavy-lidded eyes and the now-uncurled spiral cock told me he was already as turned on as I was.
“What next?” I asked, both because that was next in our role-play script and because it also fit naturally after his off-script remark.
Cair ignored my question. He stepped closer to me and leaned down to wave the disc over the glowing restraints around my ankles.
The metal rings withdrew into the wall this time.
Huh, that was new. Before I could ask how I’d missed that for six months, he stood tall again and lifted his hand with the control disc to the restraints around my wrists.
Simultaneous with the wave of the disc, he placed his hands on my shoulders and spun me around to face the wall.
Before I could utter a word, the restraints were back, glowing around my wrists.
His hot breath at my ear ratcheted my need. “What next?” he repeated my question. His hands encircled my waist from behind, and he pulled me closer to him. This resulted in my ass becoming more freely available to him.
Oh.
I felt the slickness of my own pussy juices as he ran his fingers between my ass cheeks. “I will take you to the next level,” he whispered. “For not answering my questions to my satisfaction.”
This was about to be the best off-script role play ever. “I understand. I’m ready for you.”
One of Cair’s hands gripped one globe of my pert ass. He caressed the skin, alternating between roughly kneading and lightly petting. Fingers on his other hand found their way back into my pussy. I moaned with delight at the joint play. In and out, his fingers found their mark, my lust soaring.
He withdrew the fingers and rubbed them first along my crack before inserting one slowly into my asshole.
I squirmed against the entry, feeling a mix of fullness and pleasure.
He placed one hand on the swell of my butt.
“Relax, Emily.” A second finger joined the first, easing past my sphincter muscles.
Fingers on his other hand released my ass and slid into my dripping cunt.
With fingers on both hands moving in concert, Cair coaxed me higher in preparation to receive his corkscrew dick in my ass.
My body throbbed as I edged past wish to need.
I needed him inside of me. I arched my back to lift my bottom, and Cair understood the message.
He withdrew his fingers from my ass and cunt, then used one hand to better expose my asshole.
Soft, downy skin brushed against my ass as he rubbed his cock in the crack.
I moaned as his tip entered my hole. The electricity in my body kept me from tensing as he pushed, his alien member entering me.
A riot of sensations flowed over and throughout my body.
The feeling of deep penetration from the combination of the soft downy skin with the ridged edges and rigidity within Cair’s cock left me panting with a need for release.
Cair slid his corkscrew cock in and out of my ass, the waves of pleasure causing my fingers to curl, trying to grip the cool metal wall at my front. He grasped my hips to match our tempos, allowing even deeper penetration than I ever thought possible. I knew the moment he hit my G-spot.
A scream tore from my mouth as a powerful orgasm spasmed through me. The scream rolled along with the waves of my peak. Cair grunted in response before holding himself against me as he emptied his hot seed in my receptive ass. Beads of sweat obscured my vision, and I blinked them away.
“That was—” I stopped. No words could capture that.
Cair pushed against me so that we stood together, his arms still encircling me.
Cold air shocked me when he released me, leaning down to retrieve the metal disc he’d dropped to the floor.
I didn’t see him lift it to my wrist restraints, but I lifted my gaze to watch the glow snap off and the metal rings withdraw into the wall.
Cair wrapped his arms around my torso and rested his head on my shoulder. “Are you satisfied, Emily?”
I tilted my head so our lips could meet. “As I’ve ever been.” I kissed him hard and fast. “But let’s turn on the hyperdrive. I’d hate to be late for dinner with my parents.”
Cair laughed and did exactly that.