Chapter 6 #3
“Thank you, but you guys don’t have to buy or build me things… I don’t need gifts to keep me around.”
“That’s not why I did it. But it’s nice to hear you say that you’re not going anywhere.” I tip her face up. “Are you sure it’s not because we’re the first men you saw?”
She snorts, and it turns into a laugh.
“I look at Sian men most of my work day. I study your bodies and look for what I think is the ideal every human woman is chasing… and then I also look for the ones that will pull the outliers in, but the point is… I have seen every possible form and shape you could be.” She smooths her palm over my chest. “And I cannot imagine finding anyone who would take my attention from the three of you.”
“Is it the scars?”
She rolls her eyes, but she smiles. “You don’t have any scars.”
I lift my shirt up. “Did you forget about this?”
Scowling, she brushes her fingers over the puckered flesh left behind by a pipe turned projectile.
“Why don’t you have other scars?”
“Because I know where the cavrinskh are going to strike as soon as they do. It’s… not impossible for them to get me, but it’s highly unlikely anymore.”
“And this?” She traces the jagged outline.
“A long time ago, I had a choice. I stepped in front of something that would have killed Arc. His life in exchange for some replacement bones and pints of blood… I’d make that trade again.”
“Good.”
I tip her face up and smile so she smiles back. “If it’s not the scars, what is it?”
“Maybe…” She takes a step forward, closing any and all distance between us, and I don’t move back. “Maybe it’s the way you smile at me. Maybe it’s the way I woke up in one of your beds and knew this is where I belong.”
“The saints told you that?”
She nods. “Now it’s your turn to tell me something, Risk.”
“Anything.”
“Am I going to stop until I find a way to have all three of you?”
“No.”
“Thanks for confirming what I already knew.” Her gaze falls to my lips and she bites hers.
“You don’t have to ask to kiss me again, Chrys.” I lean close, whispering the words against her mouth. “Anything you want from me, you can take it. Now, tomorrow… until the end of both of our universes.”
“Careful what you give me permission for… I will do it.”
“Good.”
She bites her tongue and smiles at the same time, popping up onto her tiptoes and pressing herself close.
But she doesn’t kiss me. She doesn’t get the chance. I meet her lips first.
I’m unable to resist her.
The little mewl she lets free makes me want to crush her against me. But she pulls back, looking at the “cat tree” and says, “You deserve a reward.”
“I don’t, really.”
“Well, I want to give you something in exchange for this structure.” She turns and pats one of the platforms. “Sit.”
When I do, she goes to her knees and her fingers peel open my pants, freeing my cock and stroking. The contented sigh makes me want to offer her anything on either of our planets.
“Arc wouldn’t let me do this last night, will you?”
“Yes.”
“Good boy.”
Those words zing through me, and my cock bobs in her hand.
“Do you like that?” she asks, stroking me.
“I know what it means.”
“That’s not a yes or a no.”
“I think I do.”
Her mouth is sweet and warm and she toys with my ridges with her tongue as her piercings put pressure on the undersides. I have to hold on to the bars to keep myself from falling backward.
I’ve never been quick to come before. But she’s never sucked my cock either.
“Chrys, I’m not—” She sucks harder, and my eyes cross.
Our bodies come quicker—or cum is more copious—when we are with a woman we want to bond with. Jessica proved that weeks ago, but now I get to confirm it firsthand.
I come before I mean to… before I want to, but Chrys doesn’t flinch away from it. She moans against my cock and keeps sucking me down until there’s nothing left of that first round.
She laughs, looking up at me as my dark cum falls from her lips, marking her face like a new tattoo. Her hands only catch so much and the rest drips onto her chest, her thighs… sliding down to her knees.
“I hope your cleaning robots have a taste for cum,” she says with her mouth full before slurping what’s left down and swallowing. “I do, but with the three of you, there’s no way I can swallow it all.”
“Lucky for you, I like it too. We can share.”
But she lifts her fingers to her lips, sucking them. “The Agency likes to use how sweet it is as promo material. But I think I need to rewrite that copy.”
She hums, and I ask, “Am I not sweet?”
“Oh, you’re as sweet as can be.” Swiping up more, she sucks her fingers again. “But the ads they run make it out to be like honey.”
She holds up her fingers, and this time, I’m the one who sucks the cum from them. I don’t know what it is, but I say, “Simple syrup?”
Nodding, she licks the bubble at my tip.
“One more time?” Biting her lip, she looks back to where her hand—also covered in cum—still works at my cock. “Let’s see if I can beat my first try at setting a record.”
She wraps her lips around me again, and I think I might die from the ecstasy of it all, but then she draws back. “Oh!” and then, “This is probably a really bad idea.”
She pulls me up to standing and pulls off her sweater. It’s warm enough in this room, I don’t tell her not to… even though I know Arc would want me to.
Her shirt and bra fly onto the couch after them and I cross the tips of my tongue squeezing tight as I look at her…
her stomach and chest and arms and throat are covered in little black images—only the shadow of bruises remain.
I want to learn them all, but she pulls my shirt off too and this time, I do say her name in a warning tone.
“We’re not going to have sex,” she tells me; she’s not lying. “But take your pants all the way off.”
I hesitate, because Chrys pulls hers off, socks too. I need a moment just to take in the sight of her.
Every part of her body except her face is covered in those tattoos.
She doesn’t tell me to ditch my pants again as she climbs up, hooking her legs over two of the bars, low enough, and wide enough apart…
“Why is this a bad idea?” I ask, finally understanding what she wants to do.
I know a moment before she tells me that she can’t stay this way for long because the blood is going to rush to her head.
“I’ll work fast.”
My pants land on top of her clothes and I go to her, helping her guide me into her mouth before I bury my face between her legs.
I wrap my arms around her hips, making sure her weight is on me and not her legs, and then I feast, pinching her clit with my tongue.
I tasted her last night and knew I wouldn’t get enough of her. Tasting her again today only confirms it.
I am determined to feel her pussy squeeze my tongue while her mouth squeezes my cock.
My fingers grip her butt cheeks, and another black line image peeks out—a squid curling along the lower curve.
When I chuckle, she asks, “Did you meet my little friend, Squish?”
“I like him.” But he’s not why I’m here.
Delving my tongue into her, I redouble my efforts.
She’s not sweet.
My mind doesn’t give me a name for the way she tastes. Maybe it’s indescribable.
The suction of her mouth is heaven, but I’m only half as desperate as I was for her before, which means I win our little race.
She cries out around my cock and jerks, her legs losing their grip entirely, but I hold on to her, and when she finally stills, it’s only for a moment and all I can do is hold on.
She sucks my cock so deeply, so frantically, I’m done for in moments. She presses me deeper into her mouth and I have to pull her back.
“Do you want it to come out of your nose?” I ask as I turn her upright and set her on the platform on her knees.
Her hair and face are covered in cum and she just smiles at me like she’s gotten everything she wanted. “I’ve never tried that before. Maybe I’d like it?”
I don’t think she would, but I don’t know, so I kiss her and then let her lick the cum that had smeared on my face.
“I need to shower,” she says.
“We both do.” And then, because I already know what she’s about to ask. “Separately.”
Her lips tug to the side, but it’s a smile. “Spoil sport.”
SHOCK
Looking at the scattered wreckage of the ship that brought Chrys to us leaves me feeling… cold. At least, that’s what this feeling has been described to me as.
The Zone here is littered with pieces, some of them still burning, others already covered in a blanket of snow. If someone hadn’t put her in that escape pod and punched her out when they did… Chrys would be just another lump under that metal.
A man I don’t recognize makes his way down from Breaker’s outpost, and I watch him follow the zigzagging path cut out by the CSS crew that came through earlier.
“It’s horrific from above. It’s downright sinister up close,” he says as he stops and greets Breaker. “I was told you’d be warned of my coming.”
“You make it sound like you should be considered a threat,” I say, still looking out at the debris. He’s harmless.
“Not in the way you would think.”
I glance back, and Breaker, standing far enough away that he won’t touch either of us, says, “He has friends in high and low places.”
“Don’t we all?”
“This is Noa,” Breaker says, motioning to the other man. “He owns the company that made this ship twenty years ago.”
“It’s nice to meet you, but I don’t know why you’d need to come all the way out here.” I turn to look at him fully, and his future plagues me. It leaves me sick to my stomach, but I’ve seen too many horrible things to show this man something is wrong.
“I’m a hands-on person when it comes to my business… and I’ve always wanted to see the Zone. It’s a gruesome opportunity, but when the chance arose, I jumped at it.”
“Then let’s get walking. There aren’t any storms on the readout, but you never know.” I do know. The skies will be clear the whole time, but the sooner we get this over with, the sooner I can go home.