by Naomi Lucas
A cool spray misted over her skin, sending a shiver through her. It dissipated quickly. She was watching Jack throughout the whole process, unaware of the tiny needles that appeared on the opposite side. Her body jerked when a series of tiny pricks ran down her undamaged arm. It was over before she could move, her hand ran down her arm, rubbing away the uncomfortable sensations.
The glass barrier lifted away and vanished into the wall.
Allie sat up and reached for Jack, wrapping her arms around him. She was uncomfortable with the medical bay, needing to feel connected to him again. His arms snaked around her body and lifted her into a tight embrace. “I don’t like being in here.”
“You’ll never have to be in here again if it was up to me but the medical bay has its uses. I would prefer you healthy and safe than in pain and damaged.”
“I don’t want to be alone, Jack.” She whispered. The last time she was in a medical bay had been an unpleasant experience.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart.”
She burrowed as fiercely as she could into his hard form.
His arm moved away and touched the screen. The room around them shut down soon after. He lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the small white room, the panel sliding shut behind them and hiding its entrance into the wall seamlessly. They headed for the central table but instead of being set down, Jack cradled her in his lap and held her. Their breathing synchronized and she felt herself relaxing.
“You’re going to need to eat and drink more liquids, the scan still indicates that you’re deficient in many nutrients and minerals. I’m sorry I did not warn you about the pricks but now you're vaccinated to many of the common viruses found in space.” She felt goosebumps over her scalp as his fingers tugged on her hair. “Your ankle is healing but at a slower than normal rate which is to be expected, under the circumstances. I’ll be able to remove your sutures in several more days, possibly sooner if we continue to massage the medicinal salve over them.” He breathed, “there are more readings if you would like to know more,” trailing off.
“What else did it say?”
“Your body is going through withdrawal from something on this planet, a food source perhaps. I believe it may be the wurms.”
Allie knew she felt sick when she didn’t eat them on a regular basis but she had been so distracted she hadn’t noticed the usual twitch. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to go through the effects with Jack present. Her cheeks burned hot with embarrassment. “It’s the wurms.”
“Most likely. You have probably started going through the process but with the incredible amount of blood loss, the overuse of the medicinal salve and all the rest of the random shit that has happened, it may have had a chemical effect on you.”
“I have some in my cave and my pouch if you haven’t discarded it at some point. I’ll eat one tomorrow.”
“What the fuck, Allie? Of course you're not eating that shit again, being dependent on something is not healthy.” He raised his voice.
“I need to eat them. They're my main source of food here besides the roots.” She raised her voice to match his.
“You’ll go through withdrawal. You’re never eating that shit again.”
“You can’t decide what I do and don’t do. We’re not beholden to each other and we’re not friends, we made that clear.” She pushed away from him but his grip tightened on her.
He stopped her struggles and cupped her chin, lifting her head to look up at him, slamming his mouth against hers. The kiss was desperate and rough.
When he had ravaged her mouth completely and all of her struggles had stopped, he whispered over her lips, “I always get what I want. I always fucking get what I want. And I think we are beholden to each other. You’re never eating a goddamned bug again because you see sweetheart, I’m taking you off this Hell-in-Space; whether you like it or not.” He picked her up roughly and carried her into a passageway, past the storage unit and down a corridor she had not explored before. They entered a room that looked much like the captain’s quarters and she was placed on a bed.
He tore her blanket off and threw it through the door.
Allie curled up onto the soft material beneath her, anxious from the violent look in his eyes. “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He grabbed her wrists and tied them together with a strap he unbuckled from his body armor. When she didn’t answer, he answered for her. “I’m going to fuck that little hole of yours, the one that has been wet and screaming for my dick for the past week.” He stared at her core, where she held her thighs tightly together, feeling the wet heat he was talking about. Her wrists held tight in one of his hands outstretched between them.
She watched as he ran his other hand through his dark hair to rest at the back of his neck.
“Jack,” she whispered.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I crash landed here over a week ago. I smelled your cunt on that first fucking day. You can’t get enough of it.” His voice was hoarse and she could see his hard-on tent his armor. He snickered at her when he noticed what she was staring at. “You naughty girl, staring at my crotch. You’re so far gone from what I’m saying I can taste you in the air.
He leaned forward slowly, menacingly and placed a chaste kiss over her pouted lips. “Tell me you want it.” He breathed softly over her mouth.
She swallowed on her words, acutely aware that her face was flushed red; she curled her toes in anticipation. “I want– I want you. I want everything, everything you’re willing to give me.” Allie felt the confession come from her pounding heart.
Jack pulled away from her but didn’t move far. Before she should process her thoughts, his hand had let go of hers and were both now on her thighs, pulling them apart. “Tell me to stop.” He groaned. “You’re broken, tell me to stop.” He demanded. He had, had his demands met at every turn, this time she wasn’t going to give him what he thought he wanted.
Instead she lied back slowly, opening herself up, laying her hands loosely above her head.
***
Jack was the one going crazy. He was between her long lithe legs with her body begging and stretched out on his bed before him. I need to stop, turn my humanity off, walk away. But he couldn’t, he was a selfish man.
He knew he should let her heal; body and mind. Let her rest, eat, and recover but he was a selfish man and right now he wanted reassurance that she was alive more than anything else in the universe.
With a full view of her pussy, he watched as she contracted her muscles– opening– trembling and wet. She was becoming uncomfortable with the vulnerability of her position, her breaths increasing with each second but he couldn’t look away. She wiggled her hips to prompt him but instead he found himself enraptured by her movements when her wetness was spread all over.
“Jack.” She whimpered, pushing her butt up in the air, urging him to move. He placed a hand on her hip to stop her.
“I’m enjoying the view.” Her face blushed an even deeper rosy pink. “If you knew all the things I want to do to you, you would run, you would keep me from you.” He confessed, picturing his cock sliding into her.
She moaned, the sound weak yet encouraging. She is encouraging me, how could I deny her? She was so willing.
“I don’t want you to stop.” She moaned, subtly pushing her hips toward him again. “If you knew all the things I wanted you to do to me. You wouldn’t be hesitating.” Her eyes closed. “I want you.”
Her words burned him, shot through him like a spray of bullets. His reaction much the same in both situations. Violence, passion, retaliation. He dropping onto his knees between her on the bed and roughly penetrated her with his index finger, watching it get lost in her, any remaining tension of anticipation melted away.
“Do you feel that, sweetheart?” He pressed hard into her, flexing it, plying her sheath to open up. His finger preparing her tight cunt for his stra
ining cock.
Jack heard her whimper yes.
She was so willing and receptive, it made it difficult to stop himself from succumbing to his baser instincts. He ensured his dick remained buckled in his pants to stop himself from doing anything rash.
Her brow glistened with perspiration as he pumped his finger into her core, flexing his thumb to rub her clit. His hand was coated in her dripping essence.
“Do you like my hand, Allie?” He groaned.
“Yes,” she gasped, her hands coming forward to hold onto the arm that was currently fucking her pussy, increasing the pressure between them.
“It really likes you.” He released her suddenly, pushing his finger between her soft lips. “Taste yourself.” He demanded, grinding his teeth together as she hummed, her tongue swirling around it; licking it. Her pretty lips puckering around him.
“Good girl.” He drew his finger out with a pop.
He leaned over her, covering her body with his and kissed her deeply, pushing his demands onto her pliant body but ever careful to not hurt her, pressing his hips between her until his cock was grinding heavily over her pussy. He wanted to have her scent over his pants again, rubbing along her as they warred with their mouths.
Jack liked that she had a tendency to bite his scarred lower lip. His breath hissed when her hands ran down his armored body and reached for his cock, nearly losing himself in the process; lifting up to watch her struggle to remove his pants. He smirked at her efforts.
“It’s nice to know you want it as much as it wants you.”
“Jack, please stop talking and help me.”
He burst out in laughter, nuzzling his face into her hair, overcome with the scent of desperation all the while he could feel her pull at his crotch.
With a groan, his laughter died away, he reached down between them and unbuckled his pants. Her hand eagerly slipped between him and the material until she found his shaft. Warm fingers wrapped around his length and tugged it free. Allie’s breath hitched as he sprang free, seeing him unhindered, his hard-on haloed by the dim white lights of his ship.
He was full of himself, he knew what she was thinking at that moment as her hand cupped his girth. That he was ramrod straight, that he was as hard as hell was hot, and that it was pointed right at her. His genetics had made him perfectly endowed.
His shaft was pushed upward as his pants and buckles rested around his hips, tight over his sack. Liking the pressure it caused he left it there, instead pushing his hips forward to glide his length between her legs. Her hand moved with him, the grip erratic as it splayed around his length, innocently exploring as it went from soft caresses to abrupt tugs. Her velvety skin moved over his beaded head, peeked with precum, and down its base.
Jack allowed her to explore him while he settled his forearms on either side of her head and captured her supple mouth. His fingers tangled themselves in her hair and tugged it with need.
She was weak and willing beneath him as he continued to run his hard-on over her, feeling his length get slick with her arousal.
The body lying under him opened up, becoming a beautiful vessel for his pleasure and his own personal Hell.
Lust clouded his brain as she tilted her head to the side and broke their kiss. Allie’s breaths deepened as her chest pulsated from each heavy lungful, her breasts pressed into his chest with each gasp. He moved his mouth down her chin, over her beating pulse, briefly latching onto her protruding collarbone to give it a light bite. He felt her body twitch from the strange sensation.
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered, licking his way down to her perky nipples.
Instead of responding, she moved her locked hands and tangled them in his unruly hair, urging him on. His cock was sad to lose the heated grip of her hands.
“Your tits remind me of raspberries.” He moaned right before he latched onto one and sucked it into his mouth. His thumb and forefinger caught the other one and rolled the hard peak.
“I’ve never had raspberries.” She moaned.
Jack looked up at her face as he ran his tongue along the underside of her breasts, his hands on both sides cupping them together, squeezing them. He watched as every time he pinched one of her hard tits, her teeth would bite down on her bottom lip; it was driving him crazy.
He veered up on his knees to look down at her flushed body, taking in every inch of her form until she opened her eyes and met his gaze.
The world around him shattered when she gave him a soft, sated smile.
“Jack,” she continued to smile up at him, killing him. “I would do anything for you.”
He narrowed his eyes at her confession as an unusual feeling pulsated through his system and it made him want to shudder as if he could shake it off. Possession strangled his heart.
Below him her core burned, the muscles quivered, making the soft lips of her pussy pulsate. He lifted her legs up and settled them around his waist and he pushed the head of his cock in her, his precum spread over her tight entrance. Mindless with wanton desire, he watched her little hole take him in, squeezing the life out of it as it demanded submission.
He looked up at her face before he took her completely. “We’re both idiots.” He whispered as he thrust the rest of the way into her.
Her body arched off the bed in a breathless gasp, her face scrunched up in pleasure and then winced in pain. Jack could read her body easily in such close proximity, he had been unconsciously transferring his cybercells over her and knew it was her bruised ankle that was the cause. He rounded his hand under her knee and held her leg out from their joined bodies as he slowly, deliberately thrust into her and preventing it from moving with his steely grip. Her discomfort quickly eased and the tensed muscles of her restrained leg went lax.
He pushed into her with every whimper, fueled by her body’s sinuous writhing.
“I need to know you’re alive.” He ground out, his eyes narrowed on where they were joined as he pulled out and vigorously thrust back in. With his free hand he rubbed her glistening clit; desperate to feel her body climax under and around him.
“Please.” She cried, her hands clawed at his chest, grasping his armor.
“I need to feel you, sweetheart.” He tweaked her nub. His fingers pushed her lips apart while his middle continued to rub her, needing to watch her stretched tight around his shaft. The connection meant everything to him at that moment.
He drove into her several more times before she tensed up around him, her legs moving wildly as she pulled herself upward. Her grip strengthened on his weapon’s straps, riding the waves of her orgasm over him.
When her body stopped quivering and her hold loosened up, Jack gently pushed her back down into the bed, keeping his hold steady on her leg. He fucked her fast and hard as he leaned over her breasts and bit down on a bouncing nipple; climaxing in her yielding cunt a moment later.
Jack pushed up and kissed her swollen, bitten lips. Her eyes were closed and her breaths heavy from their frantic lovemaking. He buried his tongue into her mouth while he continued to pump into her, unable to break their link.
It wasn’t until he began to feel her body loosen up with sleep that he unmounted her, careful of her leg and the worst of her bruises. He tumbled onto his back and pulled her sleeping form close.
Chapter Fifteen:
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There was something beneath her that was soft and warm and it felt alien to her. Her body was cushioned from head to toe on every side, as if she was suspended inside a fluffy cloud.
She snuggled deeper into the soft warmth, pulling her legs up and twisting her arms into silky, cool blankets a her naked body took in every square inch of comfort. She could smell Jack in the cloth; a mixture of metal and man with a hint of the crisp sterilization of the ship. If she had a choice, she would never move again.
If I could wake up in clouds every morning, my life would be a good one.
Allie knew she could not stay though and force
d her weak, aching muscles to wake up, quickly realizing that Jack was not lying next to her. She became consumed with thoughts of the frenetic joining the night before; wanting him all over again but she was alone.
Her eyes snapped open. Jack was taking her off this planet.
She sat up, her now freed hands rubbing over her wrists, the straps he had tied around them gone. The panel door was wide open across the space, alleviating her abrupt fear that he might keep her with him against her will.
If she was going to contemplate escape, it would be extremely difficult with a man like Jack. He seemed to know everything. He probably knows I’m awake. His confession alone that he knew she had been watching him when he had first arrived was proof enough. She hadn’t known what he was then and even if she had she still would have watched him; but maybe not have entered his ship.
Why am I not frightened?
Did she want to leave this planet? Yes. Was she comfortable assimilating to a new world? Depends. Did she want to be alone? No.
It was settled. A weight lifted off her shoulders because she would stay with him and she would leave with him. Maybe he’ll let me choose where I’ll end up.
Allie looked around the cabin. It was simply decorated with dim lights that wrapped around the exterior walls and the room had a similar circle light ring on the ceiling like several of the other rooms on this ship had. The bed she was sitting on was connected to the wall like the one in the medical bay and there was a large transparent screen that blipped numbers and letters directly across from her. Above the exterior light ring was a large line of shiny chrome shutters that were tightly closed. She wondered if they opened up to a viewing glass.
I wonder what it would be like to lie on the cloud-like bed and stare out at the stars.
At the end of the shutters there was a closed panel door down a short flight of steps and on the last wall, where the open door was located, stood a white-metal shelf divided into large squares; each of the squares housed a strange assortment of items.
