Chapter 15 #3
Flack had seemed like a sweet talker, given his penchant for flirting, but he was as lost for words as I was.
Body tight with tension, eyes like mine locked on the place where our bodies were sliding together.
I rose, eased back down, and that made me take him deeper than I expected—still, more than half of him remained.
The bumps of white that lined the top of his shaft were a texture I could actually feel sliding against my folds.
They were a way to measure, too. Seven bumps to go, then six, five.
With three remaining, I felt so full I couldn’t possibly go on, and the pleasure began to edge into pain.
“This is enough,” Flack snapped through gritted teeth, his eyes flashing with something so close to fury that I began to shift away from him.
His elbow pinned my hand to his ribs this time, and he bared teeth far sharper than those of a human.
“I am too big, and now you ache. Enough! Let me pleasure you some other way.” A flush of warmth made me go softer, more relaxed around him, and in he sank another pretty white dot.
We both groaned. Flack was furious because he thought I was hurting myself just to pleasure him, but I wasn’t. I wanted this as badly as he did.
“If I could shift, I could adjust my size,” he said, perhaps even pleading with me.
“I could train your body to take all of me, slowly.” I didn’t want slowly, I realized—not when this could be my one chance at having this, my one chance to feel alive and full of hope.
So I bit my lip and, full of defiance, sank a little deeper onto him.
“Tikai!” His thighs tightened beneath mine, his head thrown back, tension cording the white-striped muscles in his neck.
Who was the one making noise now? I rose slowly, feeling the drag of him through my core, wet, thick, definitely tight.
When I came back down on him, he rose to meet me, and we collided in a sharp burst of pressure.
He growled. I slapped my hand over his mouth, and then I did it again.
“Who’s the one being noisy now?” I panted to him.
He laughed in response, but it was a low, husky sound that did not carry far.
His eyes twinkled with a combination of mirth and lust. My passage clenched tightly around him, milking his shaft as I experimented with how deep I could take him and how far I could rise.
“Ah, you sassy girl,” he moaned, but the mirth gave way to a look that bordered on possession.
A shift from trying to go slow, from letting me set the pace, straight into taking charge.
He proved he could control far more than I’d suspected, his body working beneath mine, hips moving steadily in a rhythm I could never keep up with on my own.
I took him easily now, wet from our combined pleasure, and getting wetter still.
The sight was stunning, and the sensations even better.
Letting my body fall forward, I rested my head on his shoulders and let him fuck me.
His hips pumped, my core receiving him with wet, sucking sounds.
Part of me feared the guards outside the brig really might hear us, but that only added to the thrill.
I came, pleasure bursting hard and fast, and then, on the heels of that orgasm, I rapidly came again.
I bit down on his shoulder to muffle the scream that wanted to escape, my legs going weak against the cot, saved from sliding off by the way his cock sank deep.
“Irena, blazing stars, Irena,” Flack groaned, his head buried low against my hair.
His cock growing thick and stiff, hips thrusting deeper and erratic.
Then he came. I felt the seed pump out of him, warmth, wetness, and sharp shudders and twitches.
For a moment his cock grew impossibly thick and I felt the stretch of it, but then the pressure eased again.
Gravity asserted itself in a rush, our combined essence dripping out of me along the side of his shaft and down our thighs.
I didn’t want to move, so I stayed there, tucked against his chest, astride his cock, until finally he grew soft enough to slip out.
Even then, I cuddled against him, our combined sweat drying on our skin.
He let me, nuzzling his face against my hair, until his heart stopped pounding beneath my ear.
“Sweetheart, I don’t want you to go, but you must clean up and dress.
Just in case. You understand?” His eyes flicked from my naked form to the brig’s entrance and back, possession stamped in every line of his face.
I was reluctant to move, but cleaning up was only more play, his cock twitching and thickening when I began wiping our combined essences off with a cloth from my bag of supplies.
My core was too worked, my thighs still trembling, for another round, yet Flack’s cock was rapidly growing firm beneath my ministrations.
I knelt, and, staring boldly into his eyes, I sucked him deep into my mouth.
He definitely made a bit too much noise that time, yet nobody came to check on us.
“Irena,” he moaned as I licked the head clean, then took him as far into my mouth again as I could.
“Flack,” I said around his cock, and then he definitely forgot about talking.