by Shea Malloy
“Nick… Nick…” she gasped against his lips. She shivered as she came, sweet heat spreading out from where her walls gripped his thrusting fingers.
“I wish it was my cock you were coming on right now, baby.”
Oh, how she wished for that too.
He didn’t let up. He fucked her with his fingers until her climax ran its course, leaving her with pleasant tingles in her legs. The hovercar came to a stop, the doors opening automatically just as Nick withdrew his fingers from her and brought her skirt down over her legs. Mere seconds later, his assistant, Helen, peered in at them curiously, the two other men standing a few feet behind her.
“Is something wrong, sir?”
Nick stepped out, adjusting himself imperceptibly. “We’re good, Helen.”
Suri got out of the hovercar onto shaking legs, the sensation of Nick’s fingers buried inside her still tangible on her flesh.
Helen shifted a look of suspicion between her and Nick.
“You seem flushed, Princess Suri,” Helen said in blunt tones. “Are you OK?”
“I am well.” Suri smiled. “Nick and I had quite a lively discussion during our journey.”
Ignoring Nick’s smirk and the tingles between her legs from his touch, she led the group toward the first stop in their tour of Onhya.
—
After a long day of tours and exploring Omaron’s history with the group from Earth, Suri relished her simple after-dinner unwinding with Megan and Jillian.
“Dammit, why isn’t anyone noticing I’m not drinking any booze?” Megan exploded.
Both Suri and Jillian eyed Megan’s glass of water as understanding dawned.
“You’re pregnant!” They said in unison.
Megan rolled her eyes. “Yeah, your powers of deduction are so admirable, detectives.” Then she rubbed her stomach, her features proud and excited. “Yep. I got knocked up again!”
Jillian grinned. “The old-fashioned way this time?”
“The old-fashioned way is a lot more fun,” said Megan, smiling mischievously.
They laughed, hugging and congratulating Megan on her pregnancy.
Suri rubbed her hands together in glee. “Another announcement ceremony! I must start planning right away.”
Megan groaned. “Suri, isn’t your plate full as Mikaal’s ambassador? With the Earth diplomat here—” she broke off, her eyes glimmering. “Oh, yeah, a little birdie told me some juicy gossip featuring a pretty princess, a handsome diplomat, and a hot kiss that nearly set the gardens ablaze.”
Jillian laughed as Suri glowered.
“Is this birdie my treacherous brother?”
“As much as the Klar says he despises gossip, he always has the juiciest ones,” said Megan, her eyes shining with amusement. Then she leaned forward. “So, any spicy details you’d like to share with your sisters, Suri?”
Suri folded her arms, hoping the heat in her cheeks did not betray her.
“It was just a kiss.” When they stared at her expectantly, she pursed her lips. “It was a very nice kiss.”
“‘Very nice’?” Jillian shook her head. “Come on, Suri. Your face is totally saying, ‘The kiss was so hot, I felt like I was literally tongue-wrestling with fire.’ Also, we all know you’ve done way more than just kissing with Officer Thorne.”
Suri’s eyes widened. “How did you know?”
“We didn’t but you just admitted it!” Jillian and Megan cackled like the evil witches that they were. Suri glared at them but their smiles were so infectious, her lips curved with humour too.
“Forgive us, Suri,” Megan said, rubbing her shoulder fondly. “We’re just really happy to see you’ve found someone. At dinner the other night, I don’t think Officer Thorne heard a thing anybody said to him. All his attention was focused on you.”
“Plus,” Jillian added, “you guys make one hot couple.”
“We are not a couple,” Suri said, failing to hide the disappointment in her voice. “We cannot be together. He leaves in two days and it is doubtful he will ever return.”
“Hm,” said Megan, gripping her chin as her gaze turned skyward. Then she nodded and raised her finger. “I have a solution to your problem.”
Jillian raised an eyebrow. “Fuck his brains out so he’ll never want to leave?”
“Goddammit, Jillybean! You always steal my fabulous ideas!”
The security system interrupted their laughter, notifying them someone stood outside Suri’s locked doors. Issuing a voice command, Suri let the doors slide open. Nick stepped through, peering at the three of them with an uncertain smile. Just the sight of him made Suri’s heart thud harder in her chest.
“Speak of the devil…” said Megan softly, smirking.
“Am I interrupting?” Nick asked.
“Not at all, Officer Thorne,” said Megan in normal tones. As one, she and Jillian launched to their feet. “We were just leaving, actually.”
With devious smiles thrown back at her, the Landay sisters hurried out of her living quarters leaving her alone with Nick.
Nick strode toward her, his long legs covering the distance between the door and the table in seconds. His impressive presence occupied the room and arrested her attention.
“They’re not very subtle,” he said, amused.
Suri shook her head. “Not at all.”
Suri loved her sisters by law. For years all she’d had was Mikaal as a sibling, but he’d been so preoccupied with work and responsibility, she often felt like a single child. Now these lively, funny women were in her life and she loved them as much as if they were her blood sisters.
“Why have you visited me?” she asked, standing. This was the first time they occupied a private space together. A space with a bed prominent and inviting.
“I wanted to see you.”
“You saw me for most of the day.”
“I wanted to see you some more, then. Looking at you makes me happy.”
Suri’s face warmed. “I’m glad I can bring you such simple joy.” She fidgeted. “Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes, thank you.”
She went to the bar to grab a bottle of her honeyed wine. Well, it wasn’t hers, but the one she’d stolen from Mikaal. She didn’t need to physically retrieve it, but sitting still with Nick watching her like a predator in the presence of a buffet of livestock made her nervous and giddy. She shouldn’t be so excited to have him all to herself like this, yet there were countless flutters in her stomach. More so when she felt his presence directly behind her.
“On second thought,” he said, his voice low and smooth. “I want something else other than a drink.”
She faced him. “What do you want?”
“You.” Nick settled his hands on her hips and pulled her to him. “Only you.”
His eyes ablaze with lust, he brought his mouth down on hers. His tongue slipped past her lips, hot and demanding. Nick overpowered her effortlessly, snaring her into an intimate embrace.
He dragged his lips from hers to kiss her neck. His hand slid up under her top to cup and caress her breast. His big hand molded to her flesh, paying attention to both of her breasts, the roughened texture of his palm increasing her sensitivity. Nick squeezed and fondled her, eliciting soft moans from her lips with every pinch and tweak of her firm nipples.
He pushed her top up, exposing her breasts. She undid the clasp of her sash, removing her top, and her skirt. He intense gaze swept along her skin as he savoured the view of her naked body.
“You have amazing tits,” he said, his bluntness couched in reverent tones. “Every single part of you is perfect.”
He undressed as well. Suri licked her lips in anticipation when he removed his shirt. Gods, he really was magnificent. His front was nothing but hard, grooved flesh. His upper arms thick and powerful. When he stepped free of his trousers and underwear, Suri salivated at the beast rising up from between his legs.
He fisted himself, jerking up along his shaft up to the head.
“This is what you did, what you always do to me whenever I look at you.”
Suri reached for him boldly and he dropped his hand to let her touch him. His rigid flesh was hot and throbbing against her fingers.
It’s so big, she thought, her eyes wide as it weighed heavy in her palm.
She loved the sound of his groan as she stroked him, but when he embraced her again, she was forced to release him. He pressed light kisses against her collarbone and down her chest. By the time the warmth of his mouth finally wrapped around the hardened tip of one breast, Suri thought she might come on the spot. She delved her fingers into his hair, urging his head closer even though his hot mouth was already filled to the brim with breast. He sucked on her, wet and ravenous, his tongue lapping and curling around her nipple.
Gods, she couldn’t stop shaking. If it wasn’t for Nick’s strong arms wrapped around her, she might have already sagged to the floor. Nick lapped a path from the underside of one breast to the other, the gentle scrape of his teeth against her nipple inspiring more of the wetness between her thighs. His hands roved up her sides as he slowly released her breast from his mouth and reclaimed her lips in a deep, toe-curling kiss.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you right now?”
“You’re going to fuck me,” she said, the words breathy and eager.
“That’s right, princess. But I’m going to wet my lips with your pretty little pussy first.”
He turned her around and applied a gentle pressure on the middle of her back, ordering her without words to bend over the bar’s surface. The bar wasn’t high. Its edge came up just past her navel. When she bent at the hips, he dragged his hand over her bare flesh.
“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart.”
Suri did as he commanded.
“Do you trust me, Suri?”
“I trust you.”
“Good girl.”
Then his hand came down on her bare backside with a slap. Startled, Suri cried out.
“Did that hurt?” He massaged the spot where he’d spanked her, his fingers occasionally dipping between her legs and ghosting over her aching centre.
“No.”
“Do you want me to do it again, princess?”
Suri bit her lip, too aroused to be ashamed of the truth.
“Yes… do it again.”
He spanked her a few more times, the sting of each slap going straight to her core where her juices leaked liberally against the insides of her thighs. Her body burned with a desperation she’d never felt before, and as if sensing she was at the end of her tether, Nick dove his hand between her legs, his fingers parting her. He plunged two of his digits inside her channel, her slickness guiding them in with ease.
“You’re so fucking wet you might start dripping on the floor.” He groaned as he stroked her. Then he went to his knees behind her. “Don’t worry, I won’t let a drop go to waste.”
The heat of his mouth was the only warning she received before his tongue replaced his fingers. Firm and swirling, it was almost too much for her hypersensitive bud to handle. Suri whimpered, rearing up at the sensation of Nick’s tongue licking her. But he laid his palm flat on her back and pressed her down.
Her fingernails dug into the bar’s surface as Nick made a meal of her. His big hands grabbed hold of her cheeks and spread her open to him. If another man had done this, exposed her so vulgarly, she might have reacted negatively. But with Nick, she bent over even further, opened herself to him and invited him to take as much of her as he wanted. All of her if he wanted.
His expert fingers worked her nub as his silken tongue invaded her and lapped at her. Her legs shook with the effort to keep upright. The pleasure climbed and crested. She tossed her head, her long hair stinging her skin. Her body strained and rigid, she pushed back against Nick’s face as she came so hard her barely form words devolved into grunts.
“Gods…” she panted, shuddering. Nick got to his feet, clamping a possessive hand on her hip.
“I need to be inside you now, Suri,” he said, the rough, demanding quality of his voice arousing her. He pressed the head of his hard flesh against her entrance. “Tell me you want it.”
“I want it.” She wiggled her hips, working him into her just a bit. “I want you… please...”
He made a sound of satisfaction and surged into her, spearing her and rocking her forward. Suri’s gasp came out strangled. She’d never been entered so forcefully, filled so completely.
“Fuck.” He groaned as he withdrew and thrust into her again. He bent over her, smoothing his hands up over her ribcage to squeeze her breasts. He nuzzled her neck, teasing her skin with kisses. Then he moved his lips up to the curve of her ear and growled his filthy promise. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, your body will never forgot that it belongs to me.”
Dragging his hands to her hips once more, Nick set out to reinforce his statement. He pounded into her and Suri held onto the bar’s surface to withstand the force of his thrusts. He took her body for his own pleasure, his strokes setting her body afire.
Suri threw her head back, relishing the feel of his huge cock stretching her. He fisted her hair, holding her in place so she couldn’t escape his thrusts. He didn’t treat her delicately because she was a princess. He was rough and punishing, claiming and owning her body with each powerful retreat and invasion. She loved every single moment of it. Loved that she drove him so crazy with need that he took her hard with a frenzied desperation.
He slowed his pace, pulling out of her halfway only to drive himself all the way into her again, the slap of their flesh echoing in the room. Each time he did this forced a gasp from her throat, and pushed her closer toward yet another climax. With a low, tortured sound, he sped up, shoving into her, finally pushing her off that edge.
Suri whimpered his name, shaking beneath him. His thickness left little room for her inner walls to squeeze and the effort to contract around him intensified her orgasm. Heady from the heat spreading through her, Suri’s legs threatened to buckle.
“Suri,” he groaned. “Fuck.”
He bent over her, his damp forehead searing her skin as his climax chased after hers. He throbbed, sliding within her, spilling himself entirely.
Nick retreated from her, then turned her and lifted her into his arms. He carried her to the bed, laying her down and lying on top of her.
“That was fucking amazing,” she said, her eyes closed and her heart still slamming against her chest. It was rare that she swore, rarer she did it in a non-Omar language.
“I think you’ve developed some false assumptions, princess,” said Nick.
Suri opened her eyes to find him hovering over her, a devilish smile on his lips.
“What do you mean?”
“You think that was all of it? That I’m done with you?” He slid his hand over her hip and up the curve of her waist to palm her breast, his thumb circling her nipple. His touch ignited a new flame burning in the pit of her stomach. He lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers.
“Think again.”
4
Nick
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His drink in hand, Nick followed Suri’s movement around the lively room. This was a dinner party thrown for him and his team as they were set to return to Earth tomorrow.
How had the days flown by so quickly? He wasn’t ready to leave. The reason for his reluctance shone like a star in the darkness of space across the room. She smiled as she conversed with someone. Even if he wasn’t the direct source, he loved seeing her happy.
“Permission to speak frankly, sir?” asked Helen as she stood beside him.
“When have you ever asked my permission to wag your tongue, Helen?” he asked dryly as he sipped his drink.
“You’re stupid and your face is stupid,” she blurted out.
Nick’s initial surprise darkened into a scowl. “Why am I stupid?”
“Because you’ve fallen in love with the alien princess.”
“Don’t b
e ridiculous.”
Helen continued, completely ignoring his denial. “It’s a pretty idiotic move, sir. We’re leaving tomorrow and you’re never gonna see her again.”
“Helen, I rescind my permission for you to speak. Kindly mind your own damn business.”
“Fine, but you know I’m right.” She gave him a stubborn look and gulped down her drink.
Nick shook his head at her. He turned his gaze to where Suri stood and caught her looking in his direction. She gave him a deep, genuine smile that stole his breath and whipped his heart into overdrive. Grudgingly, he wondered if there wasn’t some truth in Helen’s words. In mere days, he’d stumbled to the floor, prone and helpless, at the princess’ feet.
All he’d thought about during his mission was when he could have her. He’d been so sure that sleeping with her would clear his mind and help him maintain focus. But it had all been pointless. Being with her only strengthened his need for her.
He needed her in his life.
Wanted her.
She was his.
She attempted to approach him, but the male guest she spoke with held onto her arm, restricting her as he continued to speak. He noted Suri’s discomfort as the male guest smirked at her.
Nick marched over. He didn’t need to say anything. A fixed glare with his hand curved possessively around Suri’s waist chased the asshole away.
Suri laughed softly. “You didn’t need to do that, Nick. I can rid myself of unwanted attention.”
“I know that, but I wanted him to understand you’re not available.”
Her lips curved. “I’m not?”
“Yes, you’re mine.” He gave her a cocky smile and intertwined his fingers with hers. Nick guided her through the crowd of people and led her outside. The sound of the music grew muted and the soft gloom from the night afforded them some privacy.
“What will your next mission be when you return to Earth?” she asked. There was an artificial lightness to her voice.
“I don’t know until I’ve been offered a new location. I doubt anything I get will be able to top this experience,” said Nick. “What about you?”
