by S. E. Smith
”Got it, Trig. Goodbye!” Destin grumbled.
“It’s a lot more fun with a willing…,” Trig’s voice faded when Destin turned around and glared at him. “I’m at the end of the corridor. Let me know if you go anywhere,” he finished with a nod of his head. “Councilor Ikera.”
Sula murmured a greeting in a barely audible voice. Her hand slid across Destin’s back, enjoying the feel of the muscles rippling under her palm. While she was embarrassed by her behavior, she was also thrilled that Destin was as happy to see her as she was to see him.
She stumbled back when he suddenly twisted, his hands splaying against the wall behind her. Her head lifted and their lips connected again in a long, heated kiss before he finally pulled back to gaze down at her. She swallowed at the intense expression in his eyes.
“Destin,” Sula whispered, lifting her hand to touch his face.
“Come with me,” he murmured, glancing at the camera.
Sula nodded, dropping her hand and hugging the tablet against her chest when he pushed back from the wall and turned to pick up his large green bag. Sula slipped her hand into his when he held it out. Two doors down, he released her hand long enough to press his hand against the door panel. It slid open with a slight swishing sound. Destin nodded at her to enter first.
Sula stepped inside and turned. The moment the door closed, he set his bag on the floor and she placed the tablet on a small table nearby before she threw her arms around his neck and captured his lips again.
Destin’s arms wrapped around her, sliding down to her backside to press her against him. Their breaths mixed in a heated exchange. She was vaguely aware that he was moving forward, so she moved backward with him, refusing to break their kiss. At least, she didn’t until she felt him gently lowering her to the bed.
She sank back, pulling him with her. Her gaze locked with his, her breathing just as fast as his. Her lips parted when he pressed his knee between her legs.
“Destin…,” she whispered, reaching up to cup his face.
“I can’t stop thinking about you. When I stepped off the lift and saw you coming down the corridor…. Damn it, Sula, I don’t think I’ve ever wanted a woman as much as I want you,” Destin muttered, bracing his arms on each side of her. “All I could think about was kissing you to make sure you were real.”
Sula chuckled. “I feel very real,” she whispered, touching his face. “You make me feel very real.”
“Hallelujah for that,” Destin muttered, gazing down at her. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you, I am the Councilor Select for Earth. I have been reassigned to your planet. It was one of the reasons I was so upset yesterday morning,” she admitted, caressing the smooth skin of his jaw. “I didn’t want to deal with a certain arrogant human man who refused to even say two sentences to me the last time I was there.”
Destin’s lips twitched and a mischievous twinkle appeared in his eyes. “Who said he was going to be doing any talking if you came back? Maybe a few moans and groans,” he murmured, lowering his head and pressing his lips to her throat.
“I… I could… I could… deal with a few… a few… Destin!” Sula moaned when he pressed his knee up against her. “Yes!” she hissed out, wrapping her legs around his and pulling him down to capture his lips.
Chapter Eight
A soft moan escaped him when he felt Sula’s response. Not only was she moving under him, her hands were unbuttoning his shirt. The muscles across his stomach clenched when she ran her soft hands along his skin.
His tongue swept between her parted lips. He could feel Sula writhing against his knee and knew that if they didn’t stop now, they would not be able to later. Pulling back, he pressed a series of light kisses along her jaw down to her ear.
“If we don’t stop now, I’m going to make love to you,” he whispered against her ear, pressing another kiss just behind it.
Sula moaned and tilted her head so he could have better access to her throat. She moved against him and her fingers threaded through the dark trail of hair along his stomach. A shudder ran through his body when she gently tugged on it.
“Stopping is not an option that I am contemplating at the moment,” she informed him, dipping her fingers under the top of his jeans. “Removing your clothing is an option, though.”
Destin drew in a hissing breath and pulled back to study her face. She returned his gaze with one that showed she was not in a haze of uncontrolled lust, but very aware of what she was saying. A grin tugged at his lips. This was the serious, no-nonsense woman who knew how to control a situation.
His eyes widened when her hand slid farther down the front of his pants. The fire that she tried to hide from the rest of the world blazed in her eyes. He pulled back, and her hand slid out of his pants when he sat up.
He rose from the bed, shrugged off the shirt that she unbuttoned for him, and tossed it across one of the chairs near the table. Sula’s blue eyes darkened with desire when he bent and untied the lacing on his boots. Straightening, he toed them off and kicked them under the bed. His hands moved to his belt.
“Let me,” Sula requested, suddenly sitting up and reaching a hand out to stop him.
Destin dropped his hands to his side and waited. An expression of intense concentration settled over her face. He reached up and tenderly touched her chin.
“Enjoy it,” he murmured, running his fingers along her cheek. “It is amazing how sensitive the tips of your fingers are, and how much pleasure comes from touching someone else. I enjoy the feel of your skin against my fingers – each caress makes me want to touch you more. Making love is more than about the act, it is about the experience and the connection with your partner. I want you to enjoy touching me as much as I’m going to enjoy touching you.”
Sula gazed at him while her fingers lingered against his hard, flat stomach near the waist of his jeans. He saw her swallow and her pupils dilate with desire. His breath hissed when she ran the tips of her fingers along his skin near the opening of his jeans. Perhaps he shouldn’t have told her that, he thought when he felt his body reacting to the sensual caress.
“Like this?” Sula asked, tilting her head back and smiling at him.
“Oh, yeah, like that,” Destin muttered in a strained tone. “Maybe… a little… lower….”
Sula’s warm breath feathered against his flesh, heating it even more. Destin gritted his teeth and swore that she was enjoying herself far too much at his expense. He would have to show her that payback could be a bitch once it was his turn to undress her. He had a feeling the foreplay was going to drive him to the edge of madness and the loving part was going to take him over that edge.
His fingers flexed when she finally unbuckled his belt. They itched to help her, but he wanted to give her this time to explore. He watched, entranced, as she undid the button of his jeans before she pulled the zipper down with an agonizing slowness that had him mentally cussing.
He came damn near to losing what little control and resolve he had when she ran her fingers under the waistband of his underwear before gripping the side near his hips.
“I thought you said you’d never done this before,” Destin gritted out between clenched teeth.
Sula’s lips twitched. “I said ‘with a man’. Virtual vidcoms are plentiful and I’ve watched my share over the years,” she chuckled. “They are very…,” She pressed a light kiss to his belly button. “very…,” she murmured, teasing his flesh with her tongue. “very…” This time she nipped him, causing his hips to jerk toward her. “…good at teaching ways to pleasure each other.”
Destin closed his eyes and swallowed. “Now she tells me,” he groaned when he felt the cool air against the heated flesh of his ass. “Sweet Mother of….”
His voice faded on a hoarse curse when she ran her nails along the crack of his ass. If he thought he was only near the cliff, he was vastly mistaken. He had gone over it and hadn’t even realized it. Something told him he was about to achieve a level
of pleasure he had never experienced before. That thought was confirmed a second later when his throbbing cock was surrounded by the moist warmth of her mouth.
His hands reached out to grasp Sula’s shoulders and his eyes popped open in time to watch her slide his throbbing length – his barely-hanging-onto-his-self-control, throbbing length – into her mouth. His hands rose to tangle in her long hair and he gently rocked his hips back and forth. He could feel the slight scrape of her teeth along his sensitive flesh. A shudder went through him and he knew he had better stop her before he came. Her pleasure came first, then… then, he would find his own release.
“This is going to be amazing,” he groaned, releasing her hair so he could pull away from her and kick his jeans and undershorts off. “Now, it’s my turn.”
Heat burst low in Sula’s stomach and spread lower between her legs when Destin wrapped his arms around her and pressed his lips to hers. She could feel the slick moisture starting to flow and her body ignited with the need to mate. This was a new experience for her, but not one that she was ignorant about.
She had found moderate enjoyment in the vidcom files she told Destin about. It was a standard education for all Usoleum youths. In fact, being the only girl and the youngest of the group, she’d had plenty of opportunities to pillage her older brothers’ collections that they carelessly left lying around.
She remembered the first time she’d observed the vidcoms. Her mother had explained the necessity of such education and encouraged her to ask any questions she may have regarding the use of it when she’d started her fifteenth year of life. Sula always prided herself on being more observant, more studious, and a much faster learner than her brothers, especially Sirius, the youngest male sibling who was a mere five years older than her.
During her time on Earth, she had witnessed some of the humans’ strange behavior and actions. Her new friendship with Chelsea had proved very valuable in learning more about the human culture and their habits. It wasn’t like she’d had much else to do since neither the Trivator commander nor Destin would let her get on with her job. So, she’d spent her time learning about the humans. That learning had included their mating habits.
She had been fascinated the first time she witnessed Chelsea and her mate, Thomas, pressing their lips together. When she asked Chelsea about it, the dark-skinned female had burst out laughing and took her by the hand. They had retreated to a break room where Chelsea explained something known as The Birds and the Bees to a fascinated Sula.
Later that night, Chelsea had delivered a large number of round, silver disks called movies and plugged a box into a large black video screen on the wall of the room Sula had been assigned to. She’d told Sula to have fun and to let her know if she had any questions. Sula had spent the next two Earth weeks binging on romance movies and the educational movies called PORN that Chelsea had dropped off. She had truly enjoyed the romance movies the most, but had saved several of the others for her brothers as gifts.
Now she appreciated the need to view both. The feelings and reactions from her body when Destin touched her made her think of the reaction of the women in the romance movies, but with the intensity of the humans in the educational files. Her breath caught and she briefly wondered if she had forgotten how to breathe when he remained still and she finally worked up the courage to pull down his leg coverings.
His penis was hard and moved up and down. From her vantage point on the edge of the bed, she could see the veins had filled. Her gaze locked on his ‘mating stick’ as her brothers called it. The memory of one of the women in the educational file leaning forward and swallowing the mating stick flashed through her mind. The man had immediately stilled, his expression twisted with pleasure, and he had encouraged the female to continue.
Licking her lips, Sula gazed at Destin. Her hands moved back up his legs and around the cheeks of his buttocks. A sense of delight washed through her at the feel of hair on them. Her hands caressed them, moving upward to the divide between them before she pulled him closer.
His eyes closed. Opening her mouth, she imitated the movement of the woman that was in the file. A wave of pleasure flooded her at the taste of him and she eagerly opened her mouth wider to swallow more of his length.
Flashing a glance up to his face to see his reaction, she was shocked to see him gazing down at her with a fiery intensity that threatened to scorch her. Her hands instinctively tightened on his backside, her nails scraping against his tight cheeks. He jerked forward before his hands tangled in her hair to keep her from releasing him. Holding her head steady, he began moving his hips back and forth, a guttural groan escaping him. That sound, combined with the grip he had on her hair to hold her to him, and the intense enjoyment of sucking on him, made her body react in an astonishing way.
Sula could feel her nipples harden and the moisture between her legs increased to the point she could actually feel the liquid soaking her underclothing and leggings. In addition, not only did her breasts ache for some unknown reason, but so did the area of her womanhood. A soft cry of protest escaped her when he suddenly pulled all the way out of her mouth, holding her hair so that she couldn’t stop him.
His faint, harsh words barely penetrated the dazed fog of need threatening to drown her. She tilted her head, staring at him when he stepped back and kicked the clothing wrapped around his ankles to the side. Blinking, her hands rose to stroke her aching breasts as his words finally sank in.
“Now, it’s my turn.”
Sula wanted to protest that she was far from done, but those words faded when he stepped forward and pulled her top over her head. The cold air of the room felt almost painful against the throbbing tips of her hard, dark blue nipples. She had seen in the files the men stimulating the women by stroking them, but when Sula tried it on herself, all she felt was irritation. Now, they throbbed to the point she felt if Destin did not touch them, suck on them, do whatever needed to be done to take the ache away, she honestly thought she would scream.
How can something so small suddenly ache and throb so much? she wondered, lying back when Destin gently pushed her back against the bed.
Her hips rose instinctively when he reached down to grab the sides of her leggings. Instead of just ripping them off as she expected, he leaned forward with his hands under the edge much like she had done to him. Confusion swept over her for a brief second before a hoarse cry escaped her. The world around her dissolved into mindless pleasure when he leaned down and captured one of her aching buds in his mouth and sucked hard enough that she arched upward into him, her arms wrapped around his neck, and threw her head back in ecstasy.
The fluid between her legs pooled and she desperately tried to seek relief from the heated agony starting to build inside her. None of the educational files from Earth or from her world had prepared her for the intensity of the need that pulsed through her. It was painful to the point that she did not know if she would be able to control herself.
“Destin,” she whimpered. “The other one… Please, it hurts… I need… more!”
Almost immediately, she wanted to scream. He had turned his attention to her right breast now, but her left one, bereft of his warm mouth, the slight sting of his teeth, and the deep pressure of his sucking – protested being abandoned. That feeling faded to be replaced by the growing ache between her legs when his right hand released her hip to slide between them so he could pinch her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She cried out, writhing on the covers.
Destin released her breasts and moved down, pressing tiny, moist kisses along her heated skin as he worked his way down her body. Her hips rose again when he gripped her leggings and pulled them down. Sula’s hands dropped to the bed and her fingers tangled in sheets, clawing to hold onto something when he paused to press a kiss where her womanly core was on fire.
He nipped her, causing her head to jerk up to stare at him. A mischievous grin curved his lips and he opened his mouth to run his tongue along his
upper lip. She knew her own mouth had to be hanging open at his torturous teasing.
“I ache,” she snapped in confusion. “You are making my body do things that were not in the files.”
“Honey, we are going to be doing and feeling a lot of things that weren’t in your files before the afternoon is finished if I have any say in the matter,” Destin promised.
Sula’s eyes widened and her curiosity grew. “I would like to experience that,” she said, her eyes turning a darker blue at the thought. “Will the ache go away?”
“Not for long if I do it right,” Destin teased and pulled her leggings off. “Will you trust me?”
Sula tilted her head when he paused, holding her leggings in his hands. She studied his intense expression for several long seconds before she nodded. She wanted to experience it all – with him.
“Yes,” she whispered. “I will trust you. Can I make you ache like this as well? I think I would enjoy torturing you.”
“You already have,” Destin chuckled.
He tossed her leggings onto the pile of their clothes, never taking his gaze off of her. A shiver of need ran through Sula. His gaze was hot enough to burn away the vestiges of her control.
Her breathing accelerated when he rose up on his knees between her legs. She could see every proud inch of him. She could also see the scars that marred his darker flesh. The scars did not detract from the beauty of his body. If anything, they made her curious about how he received each one of them. She wanted to explore him and kiss each mark in reverence of his ability to survive so much. Sula knew she had led a sheltered life. That knowledge was one of the reasons she fought so hard to break free of the glass bubble her parents tried to cocoon around her. Destin was cut by the glass of the bubble he was born in. Each jagged scar was a testament to the challenges he had faced and overcome.
