Chapter 20
CHAPTER TWENTY
“Where are we going?” The shadows wrapped around them as Justyn pulled her down a narrow path through the trees. Desire was a hot, insistent thump under her skin.
“I have a cottage down here by the lake.”
She spotted a white-washed, domed building close by.
He paused a second to tug at the strings on her top. “This scrap has been driving me fucking crazy since I saw it.” Another tug and the halter top dropped to her waist.
As the cool night air brushed over her already hard nipples, the vague thought of being embarrassed flitted through Nissa’s head. Anyone could walk by and see them. But the hunger burning in Justyn’s steel-gray eyes obliterated it.
“Are you cold or turned on?” he asked.
“Do you really need to ask?” She grabbed his T-shirt, bunching it in her hands and yanking it up. He helped her pull it off. They stumbled along the path, tearing at each other’s clothes.
He tweaked one of her nipples and she moaned.
“With that cool blood of yours, I don’t want you getting cold. I’ll have to find a way to keep you warm.” He palmed her breasts. “Fuck. These are so perfect. High and firm.” He lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair. His hot lips were so good. Desire raced through her, pooling between her legs and soaking her panties. His cock was pressed against her belly, hard and insistent.
His lips slipped down her neck, teasing, his teeth nipping her flesh, and she dropped her hands. She found the zipper on his cargo pants and worked it down. His long, thick cock sprang into her hands.
“Nissa.” Part shout, part hiss. His fingers dug into the flesh at her hips. “I’m going to come right here if you touch me.”
“Really?” She gave him a long, hard stroke. His long groan was music to her ears. The Goddess had blessed him. Nissa was going to feel every inch of him going in.
“Payback’s a bitch, sweetheart.” With an experienced flick of his fingers, he had her trousers undone and off before she could blink.
Now she was practically naked, outside, pressed against a half-naked Justyn.
If her crew could see her now…
He kicked off his pants, and scooped her up. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips. His cock brushed her black panties and they both groaned. She moved against him, saw his eyes turn molten.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me. I’m going to slide right into you.”
She undulated her hips against him, that hard bulge rubbing across her swollen clit. “I don’t know, there’s, um, quite a lot of you to take.”
His teeth flashed in the darkness. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t be gentle, but I promise you’ll like it.”
“Rogue.” She bit his lip, but then his mouth captured hers. Their tongues tangled and sensation rippled across her as he stumbled toward the cottage, his fingers digging into her bottom.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll think of me every day for a week.” He whispered his dirty words in her ear and slammed the cottage door open.
Nissa had never wanted something so much.
Justyn had never felt this driving need, this overwhelming urge to possess a woman, to brand his claim on her.
But that’s what the hell he intended to do.
The cottage was one large room with a tiny, cordoned-off alcove for the bathroom. A small lamp beside the bed glowed, giving them soft light. The space wasn’t anything fancy, except for the view. Through the large glass windows, there was stunning view of the lake and the moons shining above it.
But all he could see was the way the light kissed Nissa’s fine skin. And the giant bed that dominated the room.
Don’t rush it. Don’t rush it. He wanted this moment to last forever. Not to rut on her like an animal.
He’d never been this out-of-control. Ever.
He set her down and scrounged to find a tiny scrap of control. He forced himself to sink into the nearby chair and not throw her onto the bed and pound into her like he wanted.
She watched him for a second, blinking.
“I want you to take off your underwear for me. Nice and slow, Nissa.”
She hooked a finger in the waistband.
“No.” He held up a hand and twirled a finger. “Turn around. Bend over as you do it. Give me a show that’ll make my already bursting cock harder.”
Color filled her cheeks, but desire burned hot in those yellow eyes. She turned, and he drank in the long length of her spine, the diamond pattern on the skin on her lower back. Sweet Jesus, that ass of hers gave him a hundred different fantasies.
She tossed him a look over her shoulder, a feminine grin flirting on the edges of her luscious lips.
Slowly, she bent over and dragged the underwear down.
She stepped out of the satin, and his gaze was glued to the succulent pink skin bared to him between her legs. He circled his cock with one hand and pumped.
This time it was her gaze that zeroed in on his movement. When she licked her lips, his cocked jumped against his belly.
“Are you wet for me, Nissa?”
“Can’t you see from there?”
“No. Come closer.”
She spun and sauntered toward him, her hands cupping her firm breasts, her fingers flicking over her nipples.
“Christ, Nissa.”
Only a meter away, she stopped and turned again. Her upper body flowed gracefully downward and she was once again bared to him.
She was so wet it was dripping down her slim thighs.
Justyn couldn’t hold back any longer. He gripped her hips, leaned forward, and pressed his mouth to her.
She cried out and seconds later was grinding against his face. He lapped at her, nipping at the swollen, needy flesh.
“Justyn! Don’t stop.”
He wasn’t stopping. Ever. He sucked on her, thrusting his tongue inside her. He felt her body tightening, her climax racing at her hard and fast. He slipped a hand around her thigh, thumbed her clit and tossed her into the orgasm.
She stiffened, her head lifting, and she screamed his name. If he hadn’t been holding her hips, she would have collapsed.
He tugged her back to him. “That’s just the start, Nissa. I’m going to make you come so many times tonight. Every way I know how.”
She moaned. “Be warned, Phoenix. I plan to do the same to you.”
She was still flushed from her climax, but there was his Nissa, always giving as good as she got.
“Didn’t expect anything less.” His fingers tightened on her hips, digging into smooth skin. “Are you protected, sweetheart?”
“Yes. I have a Namah implant. It’s mandatory for all Patrol crew.”
To protect against pregnancy and disease. “Good. Now, sit down and take my cock inside you.”
She hissed out a breath, but the way her breathing quickened, he knew she was already turned on again.
She sank backward and the head of his cock disappeared into her hot folds. They were both moaning and when he tugged her all the way down, he sank into her in one long slide.
“Justyn.”
He wrapped his arms around her. Finally, he’d claimed her the way he’d dreamed about on so many sweaty nights twisting in his sheets. She was so damn tight, fisting around him like a glove. “You feel so good. Made just for me.”
She shifted, the movement shooting sensation through him. “I have to move.”
“Ride me, Nissa, and make us both feel good.”
She braced her hands on his thighs and lifted up. His cock dragged out of her until just the head was left inside her, then she sank down.
Fuck. Electricity skated down his spine, gathering at the base. She started to rise and fall in a dance designed to bring a man to his knees.
He kept his arms around her, cupping her breasts. This was hot, but he wanted to see her face. See the emotions racing over it. He looked across the room and smiled.
“Look up, Nissa.”
She lifted her head. The mirror attached to the wall directly across from them reflected back the decadent picture of her riding his cock, his arms banded around her, his palms on her breasts.
She whimpered. “You fill me up.”
His control was in tatters. “Yeah, sweetheart, this pussy of yours was made for me.” He thrust up with his hips, meeting her own downward thrust.
She cried out. He started surging upward, no longer fighting the need roaring through him.
The slap of flesh against flesh melded with her husky cries and his groans. He slipped a hand down until he found the tiny, slick nub between her thighs and worked it with his thumb.
“Justyn. Please…fuck me.”
He surged to his feet, using his arms to hold her in place, his cock still lodged deep inside her. It was only three steps to the bed. He pushed her down on her hands and knees and then hammered into her.
She reared back, and one second later was screaming her climax. Two more pumps and Justyn drove himself to the root and unloaded his release inside her. Her slick channel clamped around him, milking every last drop from him.
When he collapsed on the bed, he at least had enough sense left to fall to the side and tug her with him.
Their chests were heaving, sweat gluing their damp skin together.
“That was…” Nissa couldn’t seem to find any words.
“Mind-blowing? Incredible? Out-of-the-galaxy amazing?”
She giggled. “All of the above.”
He pulled her closer, burying his face against her neck. A giggle. From Captain Nissa Sander. Damn if he didn’t feel like he’d won the Galactic Lottery. “Well, I think it’s time I show you how good round two will be.”
She looked over her shoulder at him, eyes wide. “You’re ready again? So soon?”
“Well, that’s a challenge if I’ve ever heard one.” He rolled her beneath him and before she could say another word, he slid inside her.
A choked cry caught in her throat and her eyes closed. “Okay, Phoenix. Do your worst.”
“Nissa? Sweetheart? Time to get that fine ass of yours out of bed.”
Nissa buried herself deeper under the covers and ignored the voice buzzing at her like an annoying Wylda fly. She was tired. And sore. She wanted to sleep. Her alarm hadn’t gone off, so her duty shift couldn’t have started yet.
A hand snaked under the covers and tweaked her nipple.
She yelped and opened her eyes.
Justyn stood beside the bed, completely and unapologetically naked, the morning sun streaming in and outlining every inch of him.
Every inch.
Eyeing his already hardening cock, she remembered just how well he’d used it last night. They hadn’t slept until the early hours, and by then she’d lost count of how many times she’d orgasmed.
She sat up, licking her lips.
He groaned. “No. Don’t do that. Every time you look at my cock and lick your lips, my brain short circuits.” He shook his head. “We have a meeting with the Memory Keeper in less than an hour. We have to bathe, and dress, and I’m going to make you breakfast.”
“You cook?” she asked.
He wrinkled his nose. “Not really. Dare refuses to call it cooking, but I want to try.”
That he wanted to try, for her, made her heart go soft.
She looked around, even though her eyes very much wanted to keep looking at every glorious muscle on his body.
“How are we going to get dressed? Our clothes are outside.” She felt a rush of heat to her cheeks.
Goddess, they’d stripped each other naked outside, in full view of anyone who could have been walking past.
A comical look crossed his face. “Shit. Now I’ll have to go get them…naked.”
She laughed. Being with him made her feel so damned light and good. She sat up straighter, the sheet falling away from her. His gaze zeroed in on her chest, his eyes glazing over.
“How long until our meeting?” she asked, voice husky.
“Fifty minutes.” He placed one knee on the bed. “We can’t be late, it’d be rude. Right?”
“Right.” She stared at that hard cock only inches away from her.
“Are you sore?” he asked. “We didn’t really stop much last night.”
No, they’d taken each other, over and over. She moved her legs, felt the aches that reminded her of him. “A bit.”
He squeezed his eyes closed. “Take a bath and I’ll grab our clothes.” He leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Plenty of time later for more of what I plan to do to that gorgeous body of yours.”
But it was already too late. She was sore, but desire was running hot in her veins again. She grabbed his arm to halt him. “I have another idea.”
He cocked his head. “What? You’re going to cook?”
She smiled. “No. Something I think you’ll enjoy a lot more.” She pushed forward, planted her hands on his chest, and pushed him onto his back. In one lithe move, she straddled his thighs.
His beautiful, thick cock was hard and straining upward against his ridged stomach. She bent down and licked at the head of his cock, loving the musky male taste of him.
His groan was long and loud. “Nissa…”
“Just close your eyes and let me say good morning.”
“No way am I closing my eyes. Watching you naked on top of me is a memory I’ll take to my grave. Right along with the one of you wrapping that sinful mouth of yours around me.”
She kept her eyes on his as she gripped his cock and lined it up. She sank down, feeling every inch of him stretch her sore tissues.
“Jesus, Nissa.” His hands gripped her hips. “You drive me crazy.”
And she did her best to do just that, riding them both to a hot, sweaty orgasm.