by Malcolm Moss
“Holy fucking shit,” came the words above her but she didn’t slow. Her lips slid along his length faster and faster, and then all of a sudden, slowly. A gentle suck on the head let her tongue dart across the sensitive tip.
Each trip along the shaft and back produced a surge of growth from the helpless cock. While he was still well below his full size, Alice let him slide in until her nose became buried in his patch of curly hairs and the head attempted to erupt out the back of her throat. To lessen the pain of it, she squeezed her throat muscles and massaged him with the motion. Weston reacted accordingly.
“God, I’m going to fuck you so hard for this.” Backing up his statement, he attempted to pull out his enlarged cock. Alice wasn’t going to have any of it; she let her teeth bare down just enough to make sure he knew who was in charge. Weston got the message and immediately aborted any action to get away. She had him.
Free to do what she liked with him, she set to giving him an insane, life-altering blowjob, just as he’d done to her a few short days before. Grown to his full, nearly-unmanageable size, Alice had to resort to the more mundane tactics of dick-sucking, at least to start. She didn’t want to bring out the big guns too early.
Her lips dove down as far as they could go and pulled back up to tease the head for a good ten minutes as water cascaded down her back and splashed them in a cool mist. Weston was powerless as he sank his shoulders onto the single glass wall of the open shower. Only when he was entirely hers did she move on to the more serious motions.
For the first time, she let her hand leave his muscled leg so that she could tease his balls as she continued her affront on his cock. Her fingertips lightly circled the delicate flesh before she massaged them in earnest. Weston’s only reaction was the bulge in his head as she maintained the sliding and sucking motions. He wasn’t going to make it much longer.
“Alice–”he called out, his voice possessing an amount of pleading she hadn’t expected from such a man.
She decided it was time for the grand finale. A single finger slid along the curve of his balls until it arrived at the ultra-sensitive perineum, but that wasn’t her aim. She only teased it for a moment before pressing on to find the wrinkled flesh around his ass.
Having arrived at her destination, Alice let her copious saliva slicken her movements around the edge. When she pushed the tip of her finger into him and began to work further inside, Weston’s cum exploded into the back of her throat. He all but growled as the release shook him.
As she worked to suck and swallow the ample liquid, her own fluids dripped down and mingled with the water that swirled around her knees. Spent of his cum and release, Weston attempted to pull away.
Again, Alice asserted herself and refused to let him go. She resumed stroking his softening cock gently as the nerves continued to fire. His strong hand fell to her head to support himself in the torrent.
While she knew it wasn’t necessarily the kindest thing to do, she found it hard to let go of him. She’d been sucking at him for another five minutes when the blood began to return. It was impossible to hide her smile.
A few quick strokes were all she managed before the cock disappeared from her mouth and the room flew by. Away from the heat of the shower, the water on her skin cooled, but she had no time for such complaints.
His bathroom disappeared and was quickly replaced by an ocean of cotton sheets. She’d barely hit the bed before Weston was on top of her and pressing into her.
The still growing cock slipped in easily and dove straight to the back until it hit the wall with more force than she’d anticipated. Alice had to call out in a fantastic mix of pain and pleasure. Before she’d even managed a complete groan, Weston’s lips crashed into hers. They easily parted and allowed her tongue access to the delicious man above her.
Alice thought she was being repaid for her unrelenting blow job as Weston thrust into her with a speed and force that threatened to steal the air from her chest. She’d never been fucked with so much intensity, but Weston had an entirely different punishment in mind.
To her disbelief, the fantastic fullness of the engorged cock inside her disappeared as Weston’s capable hands flipped her onto her stomach in an instant. Her face hit the sheets so fast she had to take a moment to realize what happened before she could push up onto her hands and knees.
Already, Weston’s cock pressed against her cunt and dove in. He’d grown to his full size in record time and clearly didn’t plan on taking it easy on her. Each thrust pushed him against the nerves that were usually so hard to access.
Alice’s wrists and elbows groaned when Weston laid his chest against her back and continued to fuck her. Teeth sank into the meat of her shoulder as he clutched for more of her. Too soon, he straightened up as a pressure arrived on her own asshole.
His finger flicked around for a moment before he bent around her waist and plunged it into the fluids clinging to her pussy. As if to torture her, he made several passes at her clit as he pulled back and refocused on her ass. Weston’s lubricated finger pressed in as her muscles clamped in a rock-hard orgasm.
Each stroke of his finger against her ass and his cock inside her pushed a moan from her throat. Never had she called out so loudly. Soon, her sounds were washed away by Weston’s matching groans. He pounded against her hips and ass in earnest as the squeeze of her muscles had been too much for him.
Alice all but collapsed forward onto the bed bringing Weston’s cock with her. When she recovered a few minutes later, she realized he was still inside her as he lay with his chest pressed against her back. She only complained when he slipped away.
“Hey, that’s mine,” she teased.
“You can have it whenever you like.”
“Ready for another round?” she inquired, more than a little impressed.
“Give me ten minutes. That shower bit did a number on me.”
“Liked that, did ya?”
In a more serious tone, he replied, “It was the single most erotic moment of my life.” As if to prove it to her, he kissed her eagerly, sucking at her lips and diving in with his tongue.
“Ten minutes?” she asked again.
“At least.” Weston’s easy smile returned as he stroked the skin across her ribs and torso.
“You’ve been with a lot of girls, haven’t you?” Alice found herself asking out of nowhere.
“Some would say that.” A moment later, he added, “Does that bother you?”
“Hardly.”
“Really?” His lips fell against the skin just behind her ear.
“Yeah. You like having sex. It’s fun. Life is about having good experiences.”
“Who told you that?”
“My mom.”
“And what about you? You’ve been with a lot of guys, haven’t you?” he threw her words back at her.
“Some would say that.”
“I’m pretty sure no one would accuse you of being a first timer. Even experienced girls won’t dare to touch a guy’s ass.”
“Well, I happen to like playing with your ass. I suggest you get used to it.” She winked playfully before getting lost in another heated kiss.
“You’re so much more than I ever expected.” Weston’s easy smile gave way to a more somber look as he kissed her forehead before pulling her in close to him.
Stunned into silence by his last statement, Alice lay lost in thought. The more time she spent with the engineer, the more she liked him. But she hoped that’s all it was. It was only supposed to be casual sex, an inevitability of the human condition.
Alice woke in the darkness, a heavy weight holding her down. When she felt Weston’s arm across her side, she remembered where she was.
Sound asleep as he was, it was easy to slip out of his bed and return to her own room. She pulled on a shirt and a pair of yoga pants, tucked her reader under her arm and headed for her new favorite room on board.
The door pulled shut behind her bloc
ked out the loudness of the LSS equipment and let the quiet of the garden permeate. Alice walked the rows for several minutes, letting her feet sink into the soil and her hands grace the edges of leaves. Over and over again, she dipped to inhale the fresh scent of flowers. It was her personal paradise.
Alice plopped onto her stomach on one of the grassy sections and let the blades tickle her skin as she read. It felt like a dream to take in the smells of the plants as she absorbed the words from her mother’s book, a truly magical experience after so many years in space outposts.
When her joints began to ache from stillness, she set down her book and began a few cycles of vinyasas to get her body moving. Again, the grassy platform for yoga was exquisite. Only the brief roar of LSS broke her concentration for a moment.
Weston found her with her hips and legs pressed into the ground and her chest and shoulders reaching upward in a delicious stretch.
“Thought I might find you up here.”
Alice turned her toes under and pushed back so that she formed an arch. Her heels moved toward the grass as her back pulled up to stretch the muscles at the back of her legs.
“Fuck that’s hot, babe.”
The engineer sat in the grass a few feet away and watched as she completed several cycles. He didn’t speak again until she finished, satisfied by the heat in her lungs.
“Where’d you learn that?”
“Delta Outpost. Most of the refugees are Indian descendants.”
“Right. You went to school there.”
Alice didn’t know if Weston’s research into her background made her uncomfortable or not. On one hand, he put together the garden based on her tastes. On the other, she knew far less about him than he did her.
“Can I ask you something?”
“Do I have a choice?”
“No.” She let a smile break before asking, “What do you envision happening between us?”
“I haven’t envisioned anything.” Weston pulled his knees up and rested his elbows on them as if bracing for the conversation.
“You think I believe that?” There was no way Weston’s years of working to get to this mission to meet her didn’t come with some sort of ideas as to what might happen.
“I hope you’ll believe me when I tell you the truth. There was no way for me to anticipate we would get along like we do.”
“But you went through all that to get here.”
“You’re upset because I worked hard to have the chance to get to know you?”
When he said it that way, it sounded petulant. She didn’t know why she was attacking him, and certainly couldn’t put it into words for him.
“If you want to stop, we can. Whatever you want. I got my chance and I blew it. I have to be satisfied with that, even if that’s not what I want.”
“What do you want?” Alice asked, glad to have the focus switched away from her.
“I want the chance to get to know you.” He was so sweet, she felt the pull to be near him again. The fear of an inability to refuse him ignited her next statement.
“And what if I don’t want to get to know you.”
“Fuck, Alice. What happened to you? What makes you turn away from this?” Weston pulled himself to standing so that he towered over her even more than usual.
It hit her like a baseball bat to the guts. Never had anyone even guessed that her past might affect her adult relationships. She’d worked hard to hide her secrets. How could he have figured it out so soon? “Nothing happened to me. I’m not a victim of some trauma. I just don’t want to date you.”
“Keep telling yourself that.” Without warning, he walked to the door and left her alone in the quiet. Lost as she was, she watched him go as she struggled to figure out what to say.
Alice flopped her back into the grass and wondered what happened. She didn’t know if she’d intentionally pushed him away like all the others, or if it had been an unfortunate side-effect from actually liking him. Either way, she needed to cool it with Weston for a while if she was going to survive the next two years.
She fully expected him to disappear into his work for a while, and really couldn’t blame him. He probably hated her and in truth, it might be for the best. Instead, he arrived at her office door in late afternoon as she crunched the day’s numbers.
“How about pasta tonight?” His easy smile was gone, but he was warm with her all the same.
“What?”
“Or we could do salad. There’s probably enough lettuce in the garden that should be ready.”
“Uh, I guess either is fine. I just didn’t think...”
“You thought you could push me away and I would just go?”
Alice didn’t know how to feel about such a statement. Was she happy he wouldn’t give up easily, or perturbed that he persisted?
“I came here to get to know you and that’s what I’m going to do. I can’t get to know you if you hide in your office.”
“I’m not hiding.”
“Then you’ll join me for dinner.”
Alice had to smile that she’d been caught so easily. “Fine. Salad then. With strawberries.”
Weston replied, “Sure thing, boss,” as he turned and walked away.
A half hour later, Alice sat at the hexagonal table and marveled at the crisp greens before her. A handful of almonds and some crumbled cheese mixed with the berries created the most enticing meal she’d had in years. Shamefully, she couldn’t help but dive in before Weston had even taken his seat.
“Any good?” he inquired.
“Amazing,” she mumbled through her stuffed mouth.
“What was your mom like?” As he asked, he started in on his own salad and began making the appropriate expressions. “It tastes a lot better than it looks. Lettuce, I mean.”
“It’s pretty boring on its own, hence the add-ons.”
“So, what was she like?”
“My mom?”
“Yeah, seems like you were pretty close.”
Alice didn’t know if she could get through the conversation. “Um, she loved the old ways.”
“That’s it?” Weston seemed unimpressed with her one line answer.
A deep inhale offered a little strength before she began. “She was the best mom. She was an artist, she painted. We lived in a tiny apartment on the Tau Outpost. Most of it was a garden.”
Weston smiled as he realized why his hard work meant so much to her.
“Every time she sold a piece, she’d buy a new plant, imported from Earth, the real thing. She bought as much authentic food as she could manage. When she couldn’t, she ate the rations and give me the real thing.”
“And she gave you books.”
A single tear managed its way out of the corner of her eye and rolled down her cheek. Alice attempted to wipe away the humiliation at crying in front of him.
“Alice, I–” Weston began when he saw her reaction.
“It’s fine. Sorry. Yeah, she gave me books. I spent my whole childhood reading in a garden. I didn’t know it was different from everyone else.”
“It’s as opposite from everyone else as humanly possible.” Once she had recovered from her momentary lapse in composure, Weston calmed as well.
“What about you? Where’d you grow up?” Alice was interested in changing the subject, but realized it would be nice if their knowledge of each other wasn’t so lopsided.
“I guess it was pretty average. My parents worked at the satellite fields at Sigma Outpost. I grew up in a tiny apartment on IGEA headquarters. They gave me a grant to go to school.”
With Weston’s admission, she realized what that meant for his future. “And now you’re required to have a career with IGEA.”
“It was either that or work in the satellite fields. I don’t regret it.”
Alice cringed to think of the life he’d have to spend under the IGEA thumb. “Will you always have to be on long flights?”
“As lo
ng as I’m eligible.” A wave of guilt crashed against her. By the time he was done, he would have given up years of his life just for the chance to get to know her, and she’d turned him away.
“I’m sorry,” came her paltry response.
“Don’t be. Like I said, I don’t regret it.” Finished with his meal, he stood to deposit his bowl in the sanitizer. When he returned to collect hers, he kissed the top of her head and said, “I’m glad we did this.”
“I was pretty sure you’d never speak to me again,” Alice replied honestly.
“I considered it.” While Weston smiled at his own joke, it was different somehow, as if something had broken within him. Alice decided it was probably the realization that he’d wasted so many years for nothing.
“Do you like movies?” she asked.
“Depends on the kind. What do you have?”
“A few action ones. Most are romances...”
“Action.”
“Okay. I’ll meet you there in five.”
The communal living space was complete with a relatively large screen, a crisp white couch, and an empty table. It was meant to be for meetings and discussions, but for the two of them, it would kill a little time during the flight.
Alice cued up the video file as Weston sank into the sofa cushions with a beer in hand. When she looked, his other hand held a bourbon for her.
“Ironic, don’t you think?” he asked.
“What?”
“There’s so little space for farming on Earth anymore, and the Outposts barely make up the difference. Even so, no one ever considered cutting back on the booze.”
“You want the human race to live without their vices? After everything that’s happened in the last few centuries? No way. We’ll happily go extinct if it means we keep our alcohol and cigarettes.” While she said it as a joke, it was true enough. Starvation was a real issue on at least three outposts, but the companies that manufactured alcohol were too powerful, even in space.
Once she had the video running and the lights off, Alice found a seat on the far end of the couch.
“Really?” Weston asked with a half-cocked smile.
