by Jill Myles
He grabbed her free-floating ponytail and pulled her close. “Kiss me again.”
But she slid away from him, locking her fingers around his belt and sliding down a little in a suggestive move that even zero gravity couldn’t ruin. “If you do a few exercises, I promise to make it worth your while.”
And she tugged at the belt in a suggestive manner, grinning at him. She was pleased when his eyes focused on her, his gaze losing that panic, replaced by lust. “You ever made love in Zero-G?” he asked her, the words jerky.
“Once,” she said with a purr. “It’s fun. I think you’ll like it.” And she grabbed at his uniform, climbing up his body and grinning when their twined forms bounced into one of the walls again. “Want to give it a go?”
His hand moved to the zipper of her jumper. “Take this off. I want your legs around my neck.”
“Now you’re talking,” she said, a shiver of pleasure moving through her body. “But first... basic exercises.” Zoey slid around his back and then twined her arms around him from behind. “Think you can work with me crawling all over you?”
“I’ll give it a try,” he said, a low laugh forced from his throat when she reached out and tweaked one of his nipples through the uniform.
Good. If she was distracting him, then he wouldn’t be thinking about how freaked out he was. She dug her nails into Kaden’s uniform absently as he began to slowly move through a series of basic drills—movement drills, stretches, and reflex coordination. Their interlocked bodies tended to bounce around the room a bit more than usual, but she didn’t mind—the walls of the Zero-G room were thickly padded in anticipation of such bounces, and Kaden seemed to be moving through the exercises, even if he was a bit stiff. That was fine. He was doing it, and that was all that counted.
When he’d finished a set of drills and she noticed his movements becoming a bit more erratic—a sure sign that he was thinking too much about their surroundings, she grasped his belt. When he lifted into the air, she flipped under him and slid up to the front of him between his legs, her head resting close to his crotch, her ponytail dancing in midair.
He gave her a startled look, and she rewarded him with a catlike grin. “You’re doing great. This calls for a reward.”
“I get to leave early?” he said, but there was no accompanying chuckle this time.
“Not exactly,” she said, and began to unbuckle his belt with an impish grin on her face. “I had something else in mind.”
Their bodies began to spin in the anti-grav and Kaden instinctively reached out for her head, bracing himself. As soon as he realized what he was doing, he moved his hands to her shoulders.
“You had the right idea,” she teased, swishing her ponytail in his direction before tossing his belt aside. It flipped through the air in slow motion, moving sensuously through the air like an old earth sidewinder. Once it was free, she moved her hand over the zip of his uniform and dragged it downward.
His uniform fell away, revealing that broad, tattooed chest she found so incredibly lickable. She tugged the zipper down farther, to his briefs. As she tugged them down to expose his now-straining cock, she felt his other hand twine into her ponytail. That was more like it.
Zoey moved forward, nuzzling at his erection. “Your cock is even more gorgeous in Zero-G, Kaden.”
He gave a snort of disbelief, but when she put her hands around it and gave the tip a swipe with the tip of her tongue, he groaned low in his throat. “Are you instituting a reward system here, Science Officer Maldonado?”
She rubbed the tip of his cock between her lips, purring low in her throat. “Maybe. Is it working?”
The hand fisted in her ponytail pushed her head forward, pushing his cock between her lips and into her mouth. “You have my full cooperation.”
Excellent.
She pulled him deep into her mouth, sucking at the thick length of him. Kaden’s cock was large enough to stretch her lips, but not so large that she’d gag at his size. Perfect. Even as she took him deep into her mouth, her fist curled around the base and she pumped in time with the stroke of her mouth, which elicited a soft curse from Kaden’s lips. He liked that. He liked that very much.
She liked the view of him from here, too, his big body looming over her, just a hint of tattooed chest up above. She could glance up and see the exquisite tension on his face. It also put her so close to that flat plane of muscle just below his belly button—the one with the tiny trail of dark hair. With her other hand, she raked her nails over that patch of flesh possessively. It was sinful and decadent how much she enjoyed touching him.
Her legs began to float away and she wrapped her leg around his ankle, even as their twined bodies began to spin slowly in the air through the force of their motions. “Zoey,” Kaden warned, his voice strained. “Maybe we should—”
“Hush,” she said after pulling him from her mouth with a pop, and then rewarded him with a flicking lick on the head of his cock again. “This can’t hurt us. If we spin, we spin. You’re safe with me.”
He panted for a hard moment, and she wondered if he’d tell her to get off him. But he gave a jerky nod and pushed her head back toward his cock. Her throaty giggle wrapped around the crown of his cock and she rubbed her tongue along the underside of it, pleased.
His big hand planted on the back of her head and she felt his hips flex, pushing his cock deeper into her throat. He was beginning to fuck her mouth, even though it was making them rotate slowly in the Zero-G. She hummed her response of pleasure and was rewarded with his groan of her name. Kaden began to pump into her mouth faster, his hips jerking, and she felt the length of him swelling even as she stroked him deep in her mouth and worked her fist around the base.
“Zoey,” he gritted out after a moment. “I’m going to—”
She pulled away, giving the tip one last lick.
He took his cock in his free hand, the other still wrapped around her ponytail, gave it a few violent jerks, and then groaned out her name as he came.
His seed spilled, little creamy spheres bouncing and floating through the air.
“Ah, shit,” he began. “I—”
His words died as she moved her head and caught one of the white globes on her tongue, letting it burst into her mouth and swallowing it.
“Goddamn, Zoey,” he said, sounding utterly fascinated by her. She moved and caught the next bit of the stream, pursuing and catching each pearl in her mouth. It tasted musky and strong—like Kaden. She liked it.
“A reward’s a reward,” she told him softly, grinning just before she caught the last pearl from midair and swallowed it down.
“And turnabout is fair play,” he said with a wicked glint in his eyes. And he grabbed her leg, hauling her hips up to his shoulders.
Zoey gasped in surprise, her hands going to his head to anchor herself, her fingers twining in his thick hair. He tugged at her uniform. “You’re wearing too much clothing.”
She wriggled in his grasp. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Well, I could lick you through the uniform,” he said, and put his mouth on her pussy, pressing his tongue against her.
She gasped, feeling the heat of his mouth, the press of his tongue, even through the clothing. “You could.”
“But I think it might feel better if I got to put my mouth on your skin,” he said softly. “So how about you take off that uniform and let me demonstrate?”
Her fingers went to the zip of her jumper, then hesitated. “This was supposed to be about you.”
“Oh, it’s still about me,” he said, his voice husky. “Right now, I’m enjoying the thought of burying my face between your thighs and watching you claw the ceiling.”
A quiver shot through her body and she shimmied out of the jumper, spinning in the air with the force of her movements. He’d let go of her so she could undress, his own uniform still unzipped down to his thighs, his cock still half-erect and jutting from the vee of his zipper. Tattoos danced along his gorgeous ches
t. He was so raw and masculine that she shivered.
Zoey snapped the elastic of her panties and watched them careen through the zero gravity, soon followed by her bra. She grinned at him and pulled her hair free of its ponytail, letting the locks tangle around her face and float in the air. “This better, XO?”
“You are fucking beautiful,” he said and sprang forward, grabbing her by the ankle as she drifted past and hauling her close. “Come here.”
She squeaked in mock distress as he hauled her forward, and when he pulled her hips toward his mouth again, her breath caught in her throat. “Kaden, you don’t have to—”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Science Officer,” he said, and pressed a kiss to the inside of one trembling thigh. “You know how a command from an SO just makes an XO ornery.”
She shivered, her fingers moving back to tangle in his hair again, her body tensing in reaction.
He nuzzled at her soft flesh, his big hands clamping on each thigh to anchor her in place, straddling his face as the two of them floated, weightless. His breath was hot on her bare pussy, and anxious heat flared through her body. He seemed to be waiting for something, and that was making her squirm.
“You are exquisite,” he said, and leaned in to press a light kiss to her mound.
She shivered. “Thank you.”
“So proper, too,” he said with a wicked grin. And as she watched, he leaned in and licked her long and hard, his gaze on her face.
A bolt of fierce, intense pleasure rocketed through her. Her fingers dug into his hair, and Zoey moaned. She didn’t know what was more erotic—his tongue on her pussy, or the way he’d watched her response as he’d tongued her.
He nuzzled deeper, and she felt his tongue press up against her clitoris, swiping over it in a quick, teasing motion that made her entire body pulse with need. She was unable to stop the whimper that escaped her throat, or the way she bucked against his mouth when he did it again.
Kaden chuckled, and she could feel it on her sensitive flesh. “So wet already. You must have enjoyed tormenting me with your tongue.”
“I did,” she breathed, and then he leaned in to suck on her clitoris. She moaned, forgetting that she’d wanted to tease him back. Instead, she was rocking against his face, sending the two of them spinning. She twisted in his grasp when he began to stroke at that sensitive spot repeatedly, the sensation an overwhelming cascade of feeling. “Oh god, right there,” she moaned.
And to her dismay, he lifted his mouth, only swiped at her with his tongue. “Right... where?”
Her hands pushed at his head, pressing him against her flesh again. “Please, Kaden, I need—”
He licked her again, a long, tantalizing stroke of his tongue that ended over her clit.
“That.” She moaned again. “Oh, I need that. More of that.”
They bounced against one of the walls in the room, and she pushed off it again, returning her hand to his head, coaxing him. But he seemed to be taking his sweet time, instead nibbling at the slick folds of her in a ticklish, teasing caress that felt nice, but not nearly as earth-shattering as when he’d had his tongue on her clit, and she told him as much.
He chuckled. “You’re quite bossy for someone that didn’t want to do this in the first place.”
And that made her flush in response.
One of his big hands lifted from her thigh and she felt it graze along the entrance of her core, mere moments before his mouth found her clitoris again, and he sucked hard.
She screamed, bucking against him, just as he slid a finger into her warmth. The dual sensation made her whimper, made her ache to feel him deep inside her again. When his finger thrust into her again, she rocked against it, grinding his face against her pussy.
When she shuddered, he raised his head, eyes dark as he watched her. “That’s it, Zoey. Fuck my face. Want to feel you come with my mouth on you,” he told her, even as she felt him slide another finger deep inside her and thrust again. Then he stopped talking and began to lick at her clit again, hard, rasping licks that teased and tormented her flesh even as he thrust into her with his fingers.
They were bouncing off the walls now, careening from one side of the small room right to the other, and she didn’t care. She simply clung to his head and rocked her hips in time with the thrusts of his fingers, moaning his name with every flick of his tongue. “Oh, Kaden, please,” she panted when he began to circle her clit with his tongue, changing the strokes. “Need you...”
He growled against her clit, startling her, before adding a third finger and then beginning a fierce, relentless stroke of his tongue against her clit. Faster and faster, pressing hard in time with the rocking of her hips.
And she came, her entire body clenching with the force of the orgasm, her pulse pounding from her head to her toes. Her gasping cry echoed against the walls of the room, and she bucked against his hand as he continued to thrust his tongue against her clit, drawing out her orgasm as it rocked through her over and over again.
She gasped for breath when she had control of her senses again, a sigh of intense pleasure escaping her as he tugged her down for a kiss—a wet one that tasted of her own flesh. She curled her arms around him, deepening the kiss, even as she felt his hand move to her thighs, guiding her down. She felt the hard press of his cock against her thighs and opened wide, needing him deep inside her.
When he thrust inside, she wrapped her legs around him and held on, twined against him as he thrust deep inside her, his own breathing harsh with need. When he came a few moments later, he shouted her name and then stilled.
Without their frantic movements, they glided in the center of the Zero-G room, twined around each other, their bodies damp with sweat. She watched a droplet launch off her arm and glide into the air, and just tugged his body tighter against her own.
“That,” he said, panting, “was not a terrible lesson.”
“How are you feeling about Zero-G?” she asked him.
“Exhausted,” he said with a grin at her. “But I think we’ll need a lot of practice before I’m ready for the real thing.”
“I think more practice is a very good idea,” she teased, running a hand along the exposed skin along his collar. “We’ll have to do this often to ensure you’re in the best shape possible.”
“I completely agree.”
#
Kaden pulled Zoey into bed, dragging her tired body over his.
She was incredible, he mused quietly to himself. A real trooper. Despite his chickenshit fear in the Zero-G room, she’d taken the time to walk him through every step of every drill, every exercise, ensuring that he was comfortable and at ease in the strange environment. She’d never chided him for his ridiculous fear, never made him feel stupid. And then she’d rewarded him with the best blowjob of his life.
It was a shame that he’d only truly had her in his arms now, when they were so close to the end. He rubbed a hand down the length of her back, admiring the curve of her body against his.
“Mmmm,” she said slowly. Her eyes were closed, her head pillowed on his chest. “Every muscle in my body aches.”
He pulled her tighter against him, enjoying the sight of that long, dark ponytail falling over his arm. “Did I wear you out?”
“Not entirely,” she said with a lazy smile, her fingers circling around one of his nipples. She dug her chin into his chest, propping her head up, and grinned at him. “I’m sure I could find the energy for another round in Zero-G if you insist.”
He’d insist that they skip the Zero-G and stay in bed, he thought to himself, but wouldn’t say it, because he knew that wasn’t what she wanted, and what Zoey wanted was suddenly very important to him. He tugged her close and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “Thanks.”
Zoey wrapped her arm around his chest and burrowed close. “Don’t thank me.”
“I mean it,” he said. “I know my fear is a problem—”
“It’s not a problem,” she said, sitting up in bed and l
eaning over him, her ponytail sliding over her shoulder and dangling to touch his chest. “We’re going to practice. A lot. And by the time we get to Titan 34, you’ll be old hat. And I’ll be at your side the entire time.”
He gave her a skeptical look.
She sighed. “I’m serious. We have nothing to do for the next two days but wait for the ship to arrive at the asteroid belt.”
“Nothing?” he asked, and rolled over in the bed, rolling her underneath him. His hips flexed against hers, showing her that he was quickly getting hard again. It wasn’t difficult, given that the Zero-G was no longer destroying his erection and warm, delicious Zoey was cuddled up against him.
“Well, maybe one or two things,” she said in a teasing voice. Her hand trailed over his tattoos. “A very small thing.”
He growled. “You didn’t think it was so small earlier.”
Her eyes opened wide, mock-playful. “I didn’t?”
“Guess I need to show you again if you forgot, huh?”
“Guess so.”
And Kaden kissed that impish smile off her face.
#
Day 5
Zoey rested her bare feet on the nav panel and curled up in her robe, a cup of coffee in hand as she stared out the starboard viewport. One of Titan 34’s rings covered one entire side of the window, and she could see a fraction of the blue planet behind it. Off to the right, she stared at the wreck of ships that made a ship graveyard.
The Yokohama. And the Cephalon. Very close. She sipped her coffee, staring at the wrecks with an odd mix of anticipation, disappointment, and reluctance churning in her gut.
Anticipation, because they would soon be heading out to the wreck to salvage what they could and repair their own ship.
Disappointment, because this should have been an archaeological expedition, and she wouldn’t get the chance.
And most of all, reluctance. Reluctance that they might get out to the Yokohama and find her stripped of parts thanks to a space pirate. Or worse, that the parts were somehow unusable and Kaden’s diagnostic had been incorrect after all. And, she admitted to herself, reluctance to move on from their cozy pairing.
