The Natural (Afternoon Delights Book 1)

by Bethany Aan

  Hamm threw back his head and laughed, then hustled around the counter to do so. He handed his friend a cylindrical piece of ice, about three inches long and an inch or so wide. Christine shivered delicately as a drop of ice water hit her leg, rolling in a cold path down to the counter via her inner thigh.

  “What are you... what’s that for?” she asked, her voice trembling. She didn’t usually like cold. Hated it, actually. Drake caught and held her gaze, then lifted a hand to hold her hips in place as he pressed the ice between her nether lips. She cried out, trying to squirm away from the sensation, but Hamm was suddenly behind her, his big hands holding her hips perfectly still.

  She went rigid as Drake dragged the ice slowly over her hot, swollen flesh. It was cold, so cold. But at the same time, it did seem to be easing the ache from their attentions last night. Still... so cold. She whimpered a bit and tried to shift away once more.

  “That’s it,” Hamm growled, his hands sliding up to grip her breasts from behind. She started in surprise. “You will learn, missy, not to protest anything the Captain does, if I have to tie you up.”

  With that, he firmly levered her backwards, until she was lying on the counter like a banquet set out for the hungry masses. His eyes locked with hers, he leaned forward over her, holding her hands out to her sides, and took a nipple into his hot mouth. She cried out as his teeth gripped her, then his tongue began assaulting the tender nubbin. Her back arched up toward him.

  “That was inspired,” Drake applauded his friend.

  Christine felt him shift, felt the ice begin to penetrate her. The hot mouth at her breast warred with the coldness sliding into her, bringing her to peak almost immediately. She shivered and shook, thrashing her head back and forth on the counter.

  Hamm groaned and hit a button near her head. The counter moved, lowering a bit. Next thing she knew, his cock was dangling, hard and heavy, in front of her face. She sucked in a breath, and inhaled his scent. Masculine, hard, and a bit sharp. She stared at his cock for a long moment, sighing and sinuously writhing as Drake slowly slid the ice in and out of her hungry, swollen flesh. Hamm’s mouth worked wonders on her breast, rolling her nipple around and around, alternately nipping and suckling, drawing her deep and thrashing her with his tongue.

  She thought about what Drake had done last night, where he had kissed her, and wondered if it was allowed the other way. Could she kiss Hamm there? Licking her lips, she had to close her eyes a moment as Drake’s mouth joined Hamm’s on her breasts, both men drawing on her in harmony, as he drove the now minuscule piece of ice deeply into her. Then his finger penetrated her, testing for pain. It hurt a bit, but nothing she couldn’t handle, especially as they were inflaming her again. Passion overrode discomfort, and in a quick, inspired move, she raised her head enough to lick a path down Hamm’s cock, to his balls, where the enticing scent was strongest.

  “Holy hell!” he cried out, rearing up. His hips thrust toward her, as though attached to her tongue, and Christine couldn’t help the very feminine, husky chuckle that escaped as she dragged her lips down the side of him, then hesitantly took the swollen head into her mouth.

  “Salty!” she exclaimed in surprise, having encountered a bit of slick moisture.

  Drake laughed at Hamm’s pained expression, then watched avidly as Christine continued her exploration of the first mate’s shaft. Hamm was trembling and helpless in the small woman’s grasp, staring as she curiously stroked, looked at, and explored his hard cock.

  Finally, looking up at him with a question in her eyes, he watched as she slowly took him into her mouth again, her hand wrapping warmly around him. His hands went to her hair, gripping tightly, but not painfully, as an inarticulate sound of need roared out of him.

  “Stars above,” Drake said, his eyes wide as he watched. “The girl truly isa natural!”

  Hamm merely whimpered his agreement as she started sliding him in and out of her mouth. Finally, she let him go, staring up at him with delight in her eyes.

  “Does that feel as wonderful to you as... what you two did to me last night... feels to me?” she asked shyly. The hard, hot look Hamm gave her let her know that, yes, it was. She smiled happily, then cried out as Drake slid into her. She hadn’t been expecting it, hadn’t prepared for it, but suddenly she was full to overflowing with the velvety hardness of him. He spread her legs wide, holding her open as he slowly withdrew. Hamm groaned again, shaking his head.

  “Dammit, Drake... I’m about to burst, here!” he complained. Drake chuckled, then pulled out and stepped back, indicating to his friend that he could take his place. Hamm stood there for just a moment, trying to control himself lest he hurt the girl, then shook his head.

  “No help for it. Brace her, Drake. I can’t hold it back right now.”

  Drake moved to hold her arms down, and swooped down to distract her by sucking hard on a nipple as Hamm positioned himself, then slammed deeply into her. They both cried out, Christine arching nearly off the counter as her legs came up to grip Hamm tightly about the waist, holding him to her. His powerful thrusts jiggled her body, causing her plump breasts to sway and wiggle.

  Drake stared at them for a long moment, then grinned and made a bit of a game out of trying to lightly nip just the hardened tips as they moved enticingly below his nose. Christine gasped the first time he succeeded, then shuddered out a breath. His cock was now near her face as he bent over her breasts. Two could play games! Moving her head only slightly, she took him into her mouth and sucked deep, holding him captive as her tongue flayed the hood of his dick. She didn’t know why that particular spot tasted the best, or why her tongue kept coming back to it, but each time she did, the captain shuddered and let out a wonderful, very unmanly whimper.

  Hamm was pounding into her, drawing back slowly just to thrust as deep as he could, then grind against her clit. She felt herself nearing that delightful pinnacle they’d introduced her to last night, and held Drake in her mouth as she closed her eyes and allowed sensation to wash over her. Hamm cried out and bent over her, taking her other breast into his mouth and nipping tightly as he forcefully thrust into her over and over again.

  Finally, his body stiffening, she felt as though he would dig completely through her as he ground himself into her, pumping and throbbing. He sucked hard on her nipple, and she let Drake go long enough to cry out in ecstasy along with Hamm.

  The first mate pulled out after a moment, stumbling to lean against the counter to catch his breath. Drake whipped back around the counter to raise Christine up to a sitting position. He guided her arms up and over his shoulders, raised her legs to clasp his hips, then held her gaze as he slid into her as deeply as he could go. His eyes flickered with heat as he felt the hot, tight walls of her sheathing him. He watched as pleasure thundered through her, the last vestiges of her recent orgasm shuddering over her body. Then he leaned in and ground against her, before the orgasm could completely die.

  She sucked in a startled breath, her arms and legs tightening around him. He did it again and she whimpered, her mouth opening on a silent cry against his neck. Her hot breath heightened his need, and he pumped slowly in and out once more, making sure to stroke against that tiny nubbin the entire way. She shivered around him, her muscles drawing on him as another orgasm built.

  “I wonder how high I can take you, little one,” he murmured into her ear, holding her more tightly to him. He nudged her head back and took her mouth as he glided in and out of her, reaching for that special place inside her that would break her open and let her soar. She met his tongue with her own, greedily tasting, sucking on him, meeting thrust after thrust with her mouth, just as her hips were moving to meet his every powerful thrust below.

  It was too much. He’d wanted to prolong it, but she was just too responsive. Growling low in his throat, he shoved her onto her back and dragged his mouth to her breast, taking her nipple deep into his mouth and suckling it ruthlessly.

  She came, hard, crying out, sobbing, holding
him harder than he’d ever known. Her sheath suddenly spasmed, gripping him tightly and massaging him deep within her wet, hot depths. His own cry joined hers as he pounded into her, hitting it hard and fast and without thought to her comfort. But she was just as lost as he was, holding him as though she never would let go, her body shaking harshly in the grip of an incredibly powerful orgasm.

  “Oh, god, I’m going to come!” he gritted out, then thrust himself as deep as he could go, threw back his head, and roared his release.

  Minutes later, as all of their breathing gradually slowed to a normal level, Christine’s trembling arms and legs released him, sliding wetly away from him. She glistened with sweat and the traces of his and Hamm’s mouths on her body. She was beautiful, rosy, and smelled delightfully of a thorough fucking. Watching her, he pulled completely out. She whimpered softly, her thighs shuddering uncontrollably as her legs went limp over the edge of the counter.

  “Well, if she wasn’t too sore before,” Hamm said dryly, “I’m betting she won’t let us touch her again for a week after this.”

  Christine moaned something that vaguely resembled an agreement, and both men laughed. This time, when Drake touched a cylinder of ice to her aching, burning core, she didn’t protest, merely laid there and allowed him to do it. It took three more of the pieces to get her to where it didn’t hurt to move, but the look of satisfaction on her face when she finally sat up again was worth every moment of ministration. Drake grinned at her. She grinned saucily right back.

  “No shame,” he sighed. She blinked then tossed her tousled hair over one shoulder, giving him a knowing, smoldering look.

  “No shame,” she said softly.

  “So have you learned anything today?” Hamm asked, businesslike, as he tightened his belt. She gave him a lopsided, very female smile.

  “Yes, I have.”

  “And what’s that?” Drake asked, enchanted. She reached down and gently stroked his now limp cock.

  “That if I can get this into my mouth, a man is putty in my hands.”

  The men looked at each other and shrugged. Truth was truth, after all.

  Chapter Five

  The next few weeks were packed with surprises, most of them wonderful.

  Christine was surprised to learn that they had been truthful when telling her that her tutelage

  would include not just all things sexual, but also advice on current galactic fashion, politics, social graces among different alien societies, etc. She learned to cook basic meals, managed to make a passable dessert, which the men then industriously painted onto her naked body and licked off of her, much to their combined delight, and she laughed with them through dance lessons. She’d learned many years ago the dances of her own world, but was discovering new and wondrous varieties, movements. Some were very courtly and staid. Some were fun and boisterous. A few led to a breakdown of lust in the middle of the tiny recreation hall, with Drake pounding into her as Hamm clapped enthusiastically along with the music and watched.

  But for the most part, they didn’t command her sexually nearly as much as she’d imagined they would. Not the both of them. It was either one or the other, but not both. She wondered at that, but didn’t dwell on it. She was becoming accustomed to the attention, delighted in it, even.

  Generally, the men worked on rotating shifts. Hamm would sleep while Drake taught her to chart and program a hyperdrive jump. Drake would rest while Hamm showed her the best way to prepare Sector 7 Aphrodisiac Soup. Of course, then he had to sample it to be sure it was working. Then he had to get her out of his system first, so that he’d be fully depleted and give the soup a real test. She was giggling by the time he sternly told her not to distract him this time, that this was a scientific endeavor, and she should grant it the proper respect. She dropped to her knees and grinned slyly up at him as she showed him ‘proper respect’. He forgot what he was saying and weakly allowed that sometimes science wasn’t the best way to figure a thing out.

  Halfway through her second week in space, Christine was startled when the ship made a moaning sound and claxons began going off. Immediately, both men pelted toward the cockpit. Drake threw himself into his chair and looked over the controls and screens.

  “What the hell was that?” “I don’t know,” Hamm grumbled, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “But it slammed us out of hyper.”

  “Gravity well?” Drake asked, looking over the various screens. He punched a button and the alarms stopped, giving Christine’s ears a much-needed break. “No... Ah hell.”

  “What is it?” Christine asked.

  “Little one, I need to you go to your cabin and lock yourself in. Now. Do not open that door for anything. I will let you out when I can, but this is a delicate situation, and I need to you obey without question.”

  The gravity in his voice and the tenseness of his body relayed to her how dire the situation was. Normally, she would have balked at such a dictatorial order, but she’d come to learn that neither man would summarily order her to do something without a very good reason, not in that tone of voice.

  Nodding, though they couldn’t see her, she hurried to her cabin and did as he asked. The second day on board, they’d explained to her that her cabin was shielded from everything but the most deadly weapons. Basically, unless the ship was destroyed, no one could get at her unless they had the code. And only Drake and Hamm knew that code. Sitting on the bed, she tried not to worry too much as she waited.

  After a long while, the ship shuddered once more, and she felt the familiar smoothing-out of dropping into hyperspace. But still no Drake or Hamm. Another hour passed before they let her out, both of them looking more serious than she’d yet seen them.

  “What’s wrong?” she asked. They looked at each other, then looked at her and entered the room. Drake sat her down on the bed and took the stuffed chair beside her. He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, to talk to her.

  “Christine, we have a... development... that we could not have anticipated.” She swallowed. He sighed, leaning his head down to run his hands through his hair, gripping it tightly for a moment in agitation.

  “The people who just stopped us are... for lack of a better word, a cartel. They protect this area of space, and demand certain prices for safe passagethrough it.”

  “But surely you have plenty of credits,” she said, brow furrowing. Since they’d been teaching her finance and credit conversion to various systems’ monies, she knew that they were incredibly wealthy. So she wasn’t sure what the problem was.

  “No, that’s not what they wanted. Yes, we have plenty of money. Hell, we have enough black market goods on this ship to appease half the organized syndicates this side of the galaxy, not to mention ourvarious accounts and holdings throughout the galaxy.”

  “Then what in the world is the problem?” she asked, throwing her arms up in exasperation. Getting these men to come to the point was almost impossible sometimes!

  “They want you.”

  She blinked at him.

  “What?” she whispered. He grimaced.

  “Somehow, they found out about our having acquired a new ‘Trainee’, and their price is a chance to ‘help’ advance your Training.”

  “But...” the color drained from her face. “But... I don’t...”

  “This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be,” Drake said angrily, glaring at Hamm. “How the hell did they find out? There’s a reason that these dealings are kept private. The girls must be protected until they’re fully Trained and can handle almost anything!”

  “I think she’ll be fine. We have two days.” Hamm was firm, but she saw the concern in his dark gaze. “I think that someone let it out that a young, attractive, inexperienced girl was being Trained, and they gave out our designations. What I want to know is, who did it.”

  Drake raked his hands through his hair again.

  “I’d hazard a guess that her dear, loving ‘father’ is to blame,” Hamm growled. “I should have let you kill him w
hen we had the chance.”

  Drake met his gaze for a long moment, a silent message passing between the two men. Finally, Hamm nodded and left the cabin. Drake went down on his knees before her.

  “This has got to be your choice, love,” he told her softly, holding her hands in his. “I won’t force you to participate. But if you do, I can ensure that you’re not hurt, and that at the end of it, you’re in one piece and not overly traumatized.”

  She didn’t like the sound of that. The concern in his eyes, for her, was telling and rather alarming.

  “Why are you so worried?” she asked, just as softly, reaching up to smooth down his ruffled hair. He caught her hand and pressed a kiss into her palm. God, he cared for her too much already, and it was only the second week.

  “If we don’t pay the toll, they blow us out of the sky,” he finally said. She swallowed.

  “Then there’s really no choice, is there?” she asked, taking a deep breath. “Either I do what they want, or we die.”

  “Yes.”

  She looked down at their joined hands for a moment.

  “Will you be there to make sure I’m not harmed?” she asked in a very small voice. He ran a palm down her hair, dragging her against him and kissing the top of her head as he held her.

  “Wild gonags couldn’t drag me away.”

  “And Hamm? Will he be there to watch your back?”

  “Of course I will!” Hamm’s voice sounded from behind them. For a long time, she allowed herself to be cosseted, but finally pulled back and looked at Drake.

  “And will you prepare me, so that I won’t be hurt or... overly shocked?”

  He watched her for a moment, aching in his eyes, then nodded.

  “We’ll do what we can. But there are some things that this particular group of... people... enjoy, that we weren’t prepared to introduce you to for quite awhile,” he said apologetically. She trembled at that. Considering everything they had done, what in the world were they holding back? He squeezed her hands. “But we can show you, guide you, and teach you how to take it, so that it won’t hurt, and you might even enjoy it a bit.”