Her Commander: The Orion, Book 2 Page 5

  He had his mouth full and didn’t answer.

  She cupped his head in her hands, her fingers lavishing in his short, silky hair, holding him to her, pushing herself into his mouth.

  He pulled back, admired her wet, distended nipples riding high on the white globes of her breasts.

  “Mm-mm,” he approved. “Delectable. But now I want some of this.” He slid his hand down over her flat belly to cup her mons. She caught her breath as he stroked one large finger up into her labia.

  He made a deep sound in his throat as his finger slipped easily between the wet petals of flesh. He watched as he stroked his thumb over the thin line of downy reddish curls on her mound. She watched him watching and knew that if he continued, she was going to come in his hand, helpless to stop herself.

  “That’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he said deeply. “I want a taste.”

  And he simply lifted her and swept her around to lie on the bed, with her legs parted, and his torso between them. He sat back, looking down at her, his gaze running hotly over her, from her face to her bare toes and every inch in-between.

  He ripped his flight suit off with swift economy of motion, and before she could see more than a glimpse of his lean, muscular body, he bellied in between her legs, spreading her thighs open even further.

  Tessa leaned up on her elbow and gaped at him. What was he doing? Was he going to put his mouth there? Her toes curled into the bed at the delicate sensation of his face brushing her soft curls. She watched him in utter fascination as he drew back enough to look at her. Embarrassment warred with a heated, throbbing sensation, as if he were melting her with only that knowing, heavy-lidded gaze.

  “When we sparred, I could smell you…hot and sweet. And I wanted to do…this.”

  And he put out his tongue and drew it up the wet furrow of her labia. Tessa flinched, a small hiss of shock erupting from her lips. He grinned wolfishly at her.

  “Never had your pussy licked, sweet Tessa? Good—let me be the first. I guarantee you’ll like this kind of kissing the best.”

  He did it again, a deep sound of approval in his throat as his tongue penetrated her plump folds, probing inside her. She dug her fingers into the bed, gasping at the delicious sensation. Her eyes slipped closed, her lips parted.

  She shuddered with pleasure as he licked higher, teasing just beneath her clitoris.

  “Oh…oh, please!” she gasped.

  “Here?” He attacked gently, his tongue swirling over the magic knot of nerves, and she cried out to him, a helpless paean of pleading and then praise as she felt everything within her center there, where he was licking her, his powerful hands holding her up to his mouth like an offering. The pleasure built until she was arched in his grasp, pressing herself up against his mouth, and she came, pleasure imploding inside her.

  He surged up over her as she was still coming, and she forced her heavy eyes open enough to see him kneeling between her open thighs.

  “So responsive,” he praised. “I barely tasted you. I’m betting you go wild with a man inside you, don’t you, sweet Tessa?”

  She didn’t answer, her pleasure-glazed eyes full of him. He looked bigger, more dangerous without his sleek flight suit. Pale gold hair dusted his broad chest and swirled down into a darkening arrow across his flat belly to frame his cock in dark blond curls. She blinked, nervous for the first time. That was going to fit inside of her? It was massively erect, long and thick, the broad tip spangled with a clear drop of arousal.

  He palmed it, stroking up the turgid length, his gaze on her mons.

  “I’m glad you already came once, because I may not last long this first time. I wanted inside you the first instant I saw you.”

  She reached up to him, her fingertips stroking up over his smooth, hot skin, slipping her hands around his back to pull him down to her. She wanted all of him, every bit of this experience, no matter what.

  “I’ve dreamed of this, too,” she told him.

  He settled over her like a raptor landing over prey, leaning his elbow beside her shoulder, reaching between them with the other hand.

  “This is real,” he said. “No more dreaming.” He slicked open her still throbbing labia with his fingers, then guided the broad head of his cock inside her. With a shudder of pleasure, he thrust.

  Oh, goddess! She flinched at the heavy pressure, verging on pain. She had been right, he was huge. This was not going to work. She opened her mouth to tell him, her eyes wide as he forged into her tight channel, but his eyes were closed, his face taut, and he groaned with such obvious pleasure that she bit her lip and pressed her face into the curve of his shoulder, inhaling his scent and hoping it would get better.

  Finally he was deep inside her, so deep she felt invaded, taken over by this male organ, and yet…as he slowly drew back and then thrust into her again, she felt many things—his powerful body working in her arms, tight now around him, his breath shuddering in his chest, the hot damp silk of his back under her hands, the alien feel of his male body hair against her belly and inner thighs.

  And most of all, oh goddess, most of all his huge cock working inside her. The implacable motion worked a powerful friction in delicate tissues that screamed with sensation every time he thrust into her with increasing force as he became more and more excited.

  And she realized her body had been made for this. The sensation changed, building into a pleasure that caused her to gasp and dig her heels into the tensile flesh of his buttocks as she rose up to meet his thrusts and helped to intensify their power.

  “Yes! Ah god, like that!” He slammed into her, his hips battering her inner thighs, and Tessa cried out to him as another orgasm began to build inside her. Every thrust of his cock made it deepen, tighten, build until she could not bear the perfect pleasure, and screamed, convulsing around him, her body no longer hers, but his completely.

  Through the consuming pleasure, she felt him stiffen in her arms and heard his deep groan of completion. There was a drenching sensation where they were joined. His movements slowed and then stopped until he was still in her arms, only their deep, ragged breath moving between them.

  Slowly, he pulled out of her. Then he dropped his head into the curve of her neck, and relaxed—collapsed, really. He was heavy, and as hot as a furnace stone, and she loved that, too.

  A smile on her lips, Tessa let her own eyes drift shut. He was incredible. Much more than she had dreamt he would be. She and the captain were lovers…she could hardly believe it.

  Scala strode away from Yvene’s room, spoiling for action—a fight, or sex—it really didn’t matter. She was angry and willing to vent either way. Kicking someone’s ass would be as satisfying as fucking them.

  Her com-link beeped, and she hissed in displeasure. The last thing she was in the mood for was settling some piddling little shipboard dispute.

  “What?”

  “Come to Room 313.” Her eyes narrowed dangerously—her caller was a male attempting to be arrogant. He succeeded only in sounding nervous.

  “If you have a problem, passenger, contact the duty guard.”

  “W-we want you, Guardian.”

  She stopped in her tracks, ignoring the group of Earth II tourists approaching from the other direction. They eddied around her like lemmings around a stone and disappeared around a curve in the corridor, laughing and talking.

  “Who are you?” she demanded, even as she jerked her holo-vid tool from her belt. She aimed it at the nearest surveillance holo-link on the wall of the passageway, and an image of one of the ship’s passenger staterooms sprang up. Two Pangaeans blinked at the camera over glasses of green wine. One lifted his glass to gulp nervously.

  “You do realize you are talking to a member of the Ship’s Guard,” she hissed.

  “We’re sure you’ll want to hear our message,” said one of the weedy fellows. “It concerns your recent bargain.”

  Already in motion, she strode into the nearest elevator.

  The litt
le vegans would be sorry they had come to harass her.

  Scala stalked into the tiny stateroom and let the door shut behind her. She glared at the two Pangaeans and watched them register the danger they were in. One took a final gulp of green wine and set his glass down on the table with a rattle.

  She pointed her link at the holo-cam hanging in one corner. A faint crackle ensued—anyone trying to watch or listen would receive only static.

  “Who the seven hells are you, and why have you dared to board this ship and interfere with my mission?” she hissed. “You’ve increased the chances of discovery by a hundred-fold. Do you think the other guards are fools?”

  “I am Ggee, and this is Hha,” said the taller one, rising to face her. The short one slid behind his shoulder, peering at her. “Our employer is concerned that you have not communicated with us. The time is short to accomplish your task.”

  “Fools! Do you think I don’t know that? We land on Bartis tomorrow. I am merely trying to discover the best place to deploy the sleeping gas. If they find it before it can act, I fail. If I am seen planting it, I fail—and I am dead.”

  She narrowed her eyes at them. “And if anyone finds out you two are involved, and later realizes I met with you, I am dead. So that means…” She moved toward them with sinuous grace. “Perhaps the two of you should die now.” She did not really want to kill them, but they didn’t need to know that. Slither onto her ship and give her orders, would they?

  Their eyes widened, and they stumbled backwards as one, stopping against the small table.

  “Y-you cannot kill us,” the tall one stammered.

  “No? Who will stop me?”

  The door behind her hissed open. Scala whirled, weapon drawn, to see another guard enter the tiny room. He stopped just inside the door and smiled unpleasantly at her. It was Ssaar.

  “H-he will,” chorused the Pangaeans.

  Chapter Nine

  Craig woke reluctantly when the female beneath him shoved at him and demanded grumpily that he get off her. He obliged, and then showed his appreciation of her presence by pulling her with him as he rolled onto his back, so that she was on top.

  With a handful of silky ass cheek, and another of slender back, he woke enough to realize that it was the lovely young cadet, Tessa. Her breasts were pillowed on his chest, and her strong, curving thighs straddled his. The lights had muted automatically as they slept, being sensitive to respiration and movement, and in the twilight she was shadowed curves and tousled curls.

  He slipped one hand between the firm globes of her ass and guided his cock into her labia. Then he held her with his hands on her hips and began to thrust. He groaned with pleasure—she was still wet from their first encounter, and so tight and hot that it was like forcing his cock into a sensual vise.

  She made a noise of protest, and he gentled her with a slow kiss, savoring the way her soft mouth opened for him. She kissed him back eagerly, that butterfly tongue tangling with his, their breath mingling. He rocked slowly, soothing her with his hands, until he was where he needed to be, deep in her sweet depths.

  She wriggled on him, and his hand slipped between her ass cheeks. He felt the small opening of her asshole, and just for fun, he teased her by petting it, drawing wetness from her pussy on his fingertips.

  “I do not think…that I like to be touched there,” she mumbled, breaking their kiss.

  He grinned up at her and thrust gently inside her. Her expression was a mixture of sensual pleasure and pout. It amused and aroused him at the same time. She was a warrior, capable of taking a man out with one kick, and it was exciting as hell to tease her into letting him do this. He would no more dream of forcing her to do anything than he would of harming her, but if she submitted, that was sheer, raunchy fun.

  “Fuck me,” he urged. “Make us both come, Tessa.”

  He felt her shiver of excitement. She began to move on him, tilting her hips to let him slide out a little and then enveloping him again.

  He praised her with his mouth, and his hands, kissing her and squeezing her ass.

  Then, because he felt how she responded so beautifully to his every move, every touch of his mouth, and because it excited him to explore her everywhere, he stroked his fingers down between her rising and falling buttocks again, and as he kissed her deeply and began to move under her, driving up into her, he stroked her asshole and then worked just the tip of his finger into it. She closed around him like a little trap.

  She dug her nails into his chest, the sting in sharp contrast to the softness of her breasts.

  “Sshh, let me, baby,” he urged, feeling the pressure build in his loins as she rode him. “Feel me, Tessa. I’m inside you everywhere.” And he thrust his tongue into her mouth even as he gave her more of his finger and thrust his cock up into her in a piston-like rhythm.

  She whimpered, a soft sound of feminine surrender in her throat as she accepted his possession and began to come, her pussy milking him demandingly as she sucked on his tongue, engulfing it the same way.

  Her surrender was so sweet, so unbelievably sweet Craig felt his own orgasm roll through him like a laser charge.

  He held her tight, surging into her in wave upon wave of glory.

  Afterward, she collapsed onto him, and he lay there, comatose with pleasure, enjoying her feminine weight draped over him like a living blanket.

  “You liked that,” he murmured. “I’ll show you something else you’ll like when we wake.”

  She snuggled her face into the curve of his throat. “You put anything in my ass again, and I’ll show you something—a new cobra strike move.”

  He gave a snort of laughter. Physically, he was relaxed, his body replete with sexual satisfaction. He was content to lie with her, stroking her back, enjoying the damp silk of her skin under his palm. He thought she had fallen asleep, but she spoke, her breath puffing softly against his throat.

  “Why were you drinking the Earth whiskey? Does something trouble you?”

  There seemed no point in dissembling, here in their intimate cocoon of blankets and low light.

  “Every year on this night,” he admitted.

  “A memory from the wars?” she asked, her fingers a delicate caress on his biceps. “You were a great hero.”

  He grunted. “No heroic deed goes unpunished, little warrior. Remember that.”

  She lifted her head and leaned her chin on her hand, looking down at him. “Even as the captain of a great ship, you are not exempt from the wounds of war, are you?”

  He considered that. “Nope.”

  “Did you always want to be a captain? Of a cruise ship, I mean?”

  He traced the line of her spine absently. “Never thought I’d end up here. When I was kid, we lived on Earth I—crowded, polluted. My mother and I lived in the poor area of Port Seattle. I used to watch the fighters take off and land at the airbase there. They’d scream up out of the dirty air of the port, up where the air was thin and clean, and you could see the sunshine. As soon as I was old enough, I joined the Space Forces. Had my own fighter and the adulation of young boys, as I once was.”

  “And women, too.” Her sleepy eyes narrowed, her lips pursing. “I have seen the way they flock around fighter pilots.”

  Amused at her pique, he patted her bottom. “Even that palled, after a while. Then a buddy of mine got a job captaining a freighter. And I realized that a captain of a bigger ship rules his own little piece of space.”

  “It is true,” she agreed. “You are the supreme commander here.”

  “Only no one is shooting at me,” he said wryly.

  “Another great advantage.”

  “What about you? Always wanted to be a ship’s guard?”

  Her eyes glowed. “Yes. Since I was at academy on Serpentia, and Sirena came to speak with us. I like to use my body and solve difficult situations by using my wits, so…” She shrugged. “I signed on as a cadet. Soon I will be a ship’s guard, perhaps on one of the new LodeStar ships. I will protect
her from anyone who tries to harm her.”

  Charmed by her fierceness, he bit back his grin. “I’m sure you will,” he agreed gravely. Then he yawned and raised his hand just enough to signal the lights. He tucked the coverlet over her shoulders.

  “But for now, go to sleep, little warrior.”

  She relaxed with a sigh, and he let himself sink back down into the dark haven of sleep.

  Tessa woke as she felt movement in the bed beside her. She opened her eyes and smiled slowly at the man who lay watching her. He lay on his side, one arm crooked under his head, the other lax on the coverlet. Framed in the dark grey of the bedclothes, his eyes heavy, chiseled jaw spangled with blond whiskers, he was so gorgeous, so male, that her body reacted instantly, remembered pleasure and renewed desire rushing over her.

  She was absurdly happy. To think that if Izard and Yvene had not urged her along, she would have waited who knows how long for this. She felt a pang at the thought that the captain had only given in to his own sexual urges because he had been drinking Earth whiskey, but she pushed it aside. They were lovers now. That was all that mattered. They would get to know one another better as their relationship matured.

  His eyes narrowed slightly, his nostrils flaring, and she knew he had read her desire in her face.

  “Come here,” he said and swept back the covers. She caught her breath as her gaze traveled down his powerful body. He was fully aroused, his penis jutting out at her, the broad head spangled with a drop of arousal.

  Tessa slipped into his arms, and he pulled her against his body. His mouth came down over hers, his hand in her hair holding her for a kiss. As he kissed her, he pulled her upper leg over his, opening her to his touch, and worked one, then two of his large fingers into her pussy. He stroked them in and out, in and out, as he kissed her. It felt wonderful, even more so when he hooked them inside her, pressing them firmly against a magical spot, and began to circle her clitoris with his thumb. She whimpered into his mouth as the pleasure built and built, and then came, gasping her pleasure.