by Mina Carter
“What…here?”
He nodded and leaned closer. His lips brushed her ear and he whispered, “Just a little kiss, kitten. Even though I’d like to bend you over the bar and fuck you right here, I’ll manage with just a kiss until I can get you someplace private.”
Lyssa bit her lip as a deep flush burned across her cheeks and travelled down the length of her body. “Why are you calling me that?”
“What? Kitten?”
She nodded mutely as he drew back to look in her eyes. Again that siren call of blue held her in thrall.
He smiled. The tiniest laughter lines crinkled at the corner of his eyes and reinforced just how much younger than her he was. Lifting his hand, he stroked gentle fingers along her cheek, under her lashes.
“You have eyes like a cat I had once. Mysterious and playful. Therefore…Kitten. Now stop hedging and kiss me. Or I walk away.”
Lyssa shivered at the hard edge in his voice. All her command training wanted her to dig her heels in and call his bluff. She wanted to doubt he would walk away, wanted to believe that this was all a power play, but problem was she didn’t know for sure.
Lifting on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips against his.
“You wouldn’t walk.”
* * *
Gods, she could kiss. Illicit heat and wild wanton lust exploded through JJ’s system at the first touch of her lips. Her lips were soft and warm, like silk. Not at all like the scales he’d been expecting. Like her skin, soft and warm to the touch with a hint of moisture…not dry.
She moved, brushing her lips over his softly. More of an exploration than the erotic exchange he yearned for. Still, it was enough to make him burn for her. With a moan, he pulled her into his arms and took over. His hand drove into her hair, scattering pins, so he could hold her head still. Tilting his own, he slanted his lips over hers and pried them apart with one deft, demanding sweep of his tongue.
She started in surprise at the change in his manner. JJ didn’t waste the opportunity and deepened the kiss. Sliding his tongue past her lips and into the silken recesses of her mouth, he almost lost it there and then. She tasted of heat and spice, of heaven and erotic temptation all at the same time.
When her tongue flicked against his, the forked tip he’d spied when she’d licked her lips earlier fluttering against his, he was lost. All he could think of was her pretty lips around him and that wickedly erotic tongue playing along his cock. Breaking away, he rested his forehead against hers and controlled his breathing. “Let’s find somewhere a little more…private, shall we?”
2
JJ all but dragged her through the corridors of the base toward the temporary quarters they’d assigned to him. Such haste was rather unusual for him. He preferred to stalk his conquests, watching and waiting until they were ready to yield to him. Then, he took his time, controlling them and playing them to both parties mutual satisfaction, whether or not he used the ‘toys’ he preferred. It was a rare woman who could handle all he could give, so most of the time he had to make do.
In fact, the last time he’d really been able to slip his leash and really play had been almost a year ago when he’d been assigned with two Altarians, twins, whose appetites were just as lusty as his. When one had worn out, he’d been able to turn his attention to the other one. His kitten, though…JJ slid a glance at the tall woman by his side. She seemed too delicate for some of the more…extreme aspects of his personality, so tonight was likely to be more vanilla than most.
Not that vanilla with her took away one iota of the excitement he felt as they turned the last corner. The doors to his quarters slid open as soon as he waved his hand in front of the access pad, activated by the ID chip embedded in his wrist. He couldn’t wait to strip her naked and bury his cock to the hilt in her delectable body. With the level of arousal and lust battering through his veins to energize every cell in his body, he might even forgo the stripping and just fuck her hard and fast against the closed door the first time. Yeah, they could go slowly the second time.
Sweeping her through the door with the sole intention of pushing her back against it and screwing her senseless, JJ was surprised by the firm hand against his chest. She smiled as the doors shut behind them. A little quirk of her lips sent his arousal into the stratosphere and beyond.
“My turn. You had yours in the bar.” With those words, so full of erotic promise, she pushed him back against the door and sank to her knees.
JJ sucked in a harsh breath as she made short work of his belt buckle. She wasn’t, was she? His fly was next and he swallowed a moan as she pushed his pants down his hips. His cock sprang free, desperate for her touch. JJ knew he was well–built, but the look of greed and admiration on her beautiful face stroked his ego yet further.
“Oh god, yes…” he murmured, trying and failing to swallow back the moan that wanted to break free. All he could think about was her hands around his length, her lips and tongue…oh god, that tongue… His cock jerked, a bead of pre–cum on the tip signaling his arousal, as if the damn thing standing at attention wasn’t enough of a clue.
“Impressive.”
Then her hands were on him and JJ couldn’t think anymore. She encircled him with gentle fingers, exploring the length and breadth of his cock until he thought he was going to explode. He couldn’t bear it, but there was no way he was moving. He reached up, arching his back to grab a handhold on the top of the doorway.
She stroked and the world exploded behind JJ’s eyelids. White, blue, green, orange, purple…the color of every star went supernova as she gripped him just right and pumped gently. Once, twice… He lost count in the maelstrom of pleasure that surrounded him. “Hmmmm…you like that then. Let’s see how you like this.”
He forced his eyelids open, pleasure and anticipation warring within him as she leaned forward. Her hot breath across his cock threatened the structural integrity of his knees. Scalding heat spread across his lower back and around, tightening across his balls and the base of his cock. He held his breath, needing the warmth of her mouth around him as much as he dreaded the loss of control that was sure to follow.
Her slender fingers smoothed down to the base of his cock and held him firmly. He was mesmerized as she opened her mouth and flickered the forked tip of her tongue directly across the bulbous, sensitive head of his cock.
Pleasure slammed into him at the same time she pressed hard behind his balls. He felt the climax rush up, gathering in his balls and stiffening his cock. But then it stopped like it had hit a barrier. Helpless groans spilled from his lips as she took her time with her tongue. It swirled and flicked over every inch of him, starting at the head and moving down. It curled around and under the sensitive crown and found all the hotspots on the way to his balls.
Then, when he didn’t think he could take it anymore, she started on her way back up to the tip. By the time she reached it, his knees were weak and his breathing was more compromised than a society virgin at an orgy.
She paused, her lips hovering directly over the purple head of his cock, and looked up at him. He groaned at the image she presented, wide amber eyes and her plump, pink lips mere millimeters away from his cock.
“Please,” he begged and yelled in release when she slid him deep into her mouth.
Humming in pleasure, Lyssa swallowed every drop of his cum as it poured down her throat. The salty–sweet taste was addictive and she made sure to catch every drop with the tongue he’d seemed to enjoy so much.
With a final lick along his impressive, still hardened cock, she stood up and smiled at him. “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I saw you.”
It was true, she’d always liked giving head and the feel of his erection as he’d pressed against her in the bar had only whetted her appetite to get his cock in her mouth. She hummed in pleasure again. Using the pads of her fingers, she wiped delicately at the corners of her lips. She looked up, half expecting to see the imprint of his fingers in the doorframe.
“Do you
need a little time to recuperate?” she asked as she sashayed into the main living area. Nice quarters, not as large as hers but a good size for a single man. He must be a career officer, labeled as one of the ‘up and coming’. Lyssa grinned to herself, she could certainly attest to both of those.
“Oh no…you don’t get off that easily.”
Lyssa jumped when his voice sounded right behind her. She could count the number of times someone had crept up on her in the last ten years on the fingers of one hand. Yet somehow this young officer had managed it.
His arms captured her in their embrace as he buried his lips against her neck. Closing her eyes, she relaxed back against him and arched her neck to allow him better access. She loved having her neck kissed. In fact, she just loved being touched, period. Breathy moans parted her lips as he moved up and found the sensitive spot below her ears.
“That…was amazing…you have such a clever tongue, kitten. I plan on using it again later.” His hands moved to her shoulders and started a slow at first exploration of her body. Down her arms onto her hips and back up her sides. His fingers skimmed the undersides of her breasts, making her arch her back in automatic response.
“I like your clothing.” He nipped lightly at her ear as his hand slid under the stretchy fabric, then laved the tiny hurt with his tongue. Lyssa tried not to whimper and failed miserably. His hand smoothed upward toward her breasts and he rumbled in approval as he discovered she wore nothing under the fabric.
“Oh yes, very nice. Do you like that?” He cupped her in one large palm, then tweaked her nipple with clever fingers.
“God, yes!”
She didn’t even try to contain the whimper this time as heat drew a line directly from her abused nipple to her clit. Her pussy clenched tightly, aching to be filled by the impressive cock she’d had in her mouth a few minutes ago.
“No, I’m not God, but feel free to call me that.”
His wicked whispers filled her ear as he played with her tits under the dark fabric, plucking and teasing at her nipples until she was ready to scream in need and frustration. She wanted more of his touch, arching her back and thrusting her breasts into his hands, but she also wanted him to be done with his teasing and fulfill the promise of his heavy cock where it pressed into her back.
He pushed the fabric of her top up, revealing the slight mounds of her breasts to the cooler air in the room. Goose–pimples raised instantly across her skin. She shivered. She didn’t like even a hint of cold. Any cooler and her scales would kick in to protect her body temperature. Something she was sure would send him screaming from the room.
He seemed to be able to read her thoughts because he pulled her closer into the heat of his body. “Don’t worry, Kitten, I’ll keep you warm. In fact, let’s up the temperature right now, shall we?”
Slow on the uptake, thanks to the pleasure numbing her brain, Lyssa didn’t realize what he was hinting at until one of his hands smoothed down over her body. Her pants were made of the same material as her top, but, unlike the top, she was wearing underwear beneath them.
“I’ll say again I approve of your clothing.” He kissed along her jaw as his hand slid under her waistband to explore. She was caught between shivering and moaning as one hand smoothed over her lace covered mound and the other tweaked and played with her nipples.
“Lace thong. Nice. Easy access.” His whisper was wicked as his fingers teased with the edge of the lace at the junction of her hip. They slid lower. With a deft movement, he hooked them under the lace and brushed his fingertips along her lower lips.
They both moaned. She was slick and wet. The scent of her arousal was strong enough that even a human could detect it. “You’re ready for me, Kitten. I had so much planned, but I can’t keep a lady waiting, now can I?”
Before Lyssa could answer, he turned them both and bent her over the table in the corner behind them. The heated buds of her nipples brushed erotically against the cold glass. She gasped as he yanked her pants and thongs down in one swift movement to expose her to the cool air.
“Part your legs, there’s a good kitten.” His order was rhetorical. As he spoke, his foot nudged hers apart, one after the other until her ass was in the air and her pussy on show for his approval.
She bit her lip, hardly able to believe what was happening. Was she really spread out over the table for some young human, ready and waiting…eager even…for him to fuck her. She closed her eyes and bowed her head as excitement thrilled through her.
Yes, she admitted. His orders and controlling manner really did it for her. Used to being in control in her day–to–day life, this was one area where she wanted to yield control. But only to a man strong enough.
“Hmmm, slick and wet.”
She shuddered as his fingers slid along her pussy lips again, collecting the juice of her arousal and spreading it around her clit in circles. He didn’t touch the sensitive nub, though. An omission that made her want to scream and demand he do something about the arousal hanging teasingly just out of reach.
“You’re very responsive,” he praised as he slid two large fingers inside her without warning.
“Oh! Oh god, yes. More!”
Her moaned demand was met by masculine chuckles. With slow movements he slid his fingers in and out of her heated pussy, fucking her with them. She whimpered and bit her lip, pushing back to get more of the delicious sensation. She needed this, needed him to fuck her. Not just fuck her, but take her hard and fast until all she could think about was him and his cock pounding inside her.
“You’ll get more…” He pulled his fingers from her with a wet ‘pop’. “When I’m ready to give you more. Right now, I think I want to see if you taste as good as you feel.”
Lyssa squeezed her eyes shut as he slid to his knees behind her. His large hands smoothed over her ass and parted the cheeks a little to allow better access to her pussy. A pussy that clenched tightly at the implication in his words.
“Please…” she begged as he leaned forward and his breath washed over the sensitive flesh of her sex. Her clit ached for the feel of his tongue against it and around it. Ached to be pulled into his mouth and suckled until she came apart screaming. She wanted to feel his tongue thrusting inside her cunt, fucking her as he had done with his strong fingers.
And…oh gods, his fingers. She wanted to feel them inside her again. Wanted to feel them against the sensitive spot hidden behind her pelvis, the one that always made her eyes roll back in her head when she pleasured herself.
So caught up in her fantasies of anticipation was she that the first brush of his tongue caught her by surprise. She keened at the brief hint of a warm, wet brush against her swollen lips before he pulled away again.
“No…” she complained. It wasn’t enough, she needed more, needed him to take her over the edge and make her come all over his tongue and fingers.
“Patience.” He slapped her ass with an open hand. The stinging burn and hard tone caught her by surprise. She gasped, wriggling as the burn on her ass settled into her veins and made her ache even more.
Before it had faded, or she’d had chance to assimilate the surprising discovery she wanted him to spank her again, his lips latched onto her clit. Rather than the slow exploration she’d expected, he parted her pussy lips with his tongue and located her clit in the same movement. Her ability to breathe disappeared as he attacked it like a starving man would a banquet.
He didn’t just lick. He nibbled and sucked. He lapped and flicked, then swirled his tongue around the tight little bud of pleasure. He didn’t let up there either. Whilst his lips claimed her clit, he thrust his fingers deep into her body again, thrusting in erotic movements that had her writhing and panting on the table.
Her arousal tightened until she could feel the coming climax in every cell. Deftly he played her body until she was begging in soft, wordless moans and whimpers. She needed to come. Needed it more than she needed air or water…
Her hips bucked as she got closer and
closer. Until she was almost on the precipice. Just one more lick, one more thrust of his fingers and she would go tumbling over the edge. She moaned deeply in anticipation, waiting for that touch and for the heavy promise in her body to blossom into the wondrous pleasure.
“No. You don’t come until I say so.”
He pulled away and stood up. Startled and beyond frustrated, Lyssa started to turn over. “What the…no! You can’t do this…I need—“
“You need what, little kitten?”
He was already behind her. The thick ridge of his erection fitted perfectly against the grove of her ass as the hard heat of his large body pressed her into the cool glass. He rolled his hips and dipped his knees. His cock rubbed against the slick lips of her pussy and her needy clit.
“You need me to fuck you, hmmm? ‘Fraid you’re gonna have to beg for it,” he whispered against her ear as he reached around her body. Her legs parted on automatic as he found her clit. His clever fingers drew maddening little circles around it. Touches that didn’t allow her arousal to abate, but also didn’t bring her any closer to the release she so desperately needed.
“What?” Her heart pounded at both the command and the control he had over her. Right now she’d have done just about anything to get his cock inside her. All her attention focused on that spot where their bodies joined and the slight motion of his hips as he slid his engorged member against her.
“Beg, kitten. Beg for my cock and I might give it to you. Beg me to fuck you hard and fast over this table until we both scream in release.”
Control games again. Games that heightened her passion until she was almost out of her mind. She nodded, her movement’s jerky. “All right, fuck me!” she demanded, “I want to feel your cock inside me. I want you to fuck me, hard. Now!”
She felt his grunt of approval, but in the next instant everything else was washed away when he slammed his cock home into her waiting body with a power that literally took her breath away.
