by T L Swan
“You want to see how I make myself come?”
My eyes drop to his cock and I nod, unable to speak through my arousal.
I feel like I am having an out of body experience. This stuff doesn’t happen to me. Men like this don’t happen to me. Am I dreaming?
He lies back and slowly opens the bottle of oil and begins to pour it over his cock and stomach.
My chest constricts and I feel like I can’t breathe. I lean up onto my elbow as I lie next to him, my eyes drinking in the visual sensation. He spreads his legs, and taking his cock firmly in his hand, slowly stokes it.
My mouth drops open.
He strokes again and the muscles in his stomach clench on the upstroke.
“What do you think about when you do this?” I whisper.
His hand slides up and down as he watches me. “Pussy. Wet, swollen pussy.”
My body quivers at his answer. Fuck. If this isn’t the best porn I have ever watched…
His strokes get harder and harder, and the bed begins to rock and I can feel myself thumping with arousal as I watch the pre-ejaculate bead on the end of his head. The sound of the oil slicking in his hand fills the room and he leans back and closes his eyes in pleasure as his hand jerks harder. Every muscle in his torso is pumping.
The sight of him there is too much. Oh God. He pumps harder and his hips begin to lift to meet his hand to the sound of his skin slapping.
“You need to fuck me,” I breathe. “I need you to fuck me now.”
8
He smiles darkly and bites his bottom lip as his eyes close again. The bed continues to rock. “I’m not joking,” I snap.
He rises from his lying position and kneels next me. “Touch me,” he whispers, his eyes fixed firmly on mine. “Touch me for real this time.”
Oh God.
I lean up and take him in my hand. I stroke him hard and he hisses in approval. Unable to help it, I dip my head and lick his tip and I taste the salty flavour of his discharge. My insides begin to quiver. He tastes so good. I take him deep in my mouth, and it’s not easy because he is so freaking big.
“That’s it,” he whispers approvingly as he places his hand tenderly on the back of my head. I suck hard and he groans deeply. “Good girl,” he breathes, making my eyes close in pleasure.
I take him again and again and he loses control, grabbing my head between his two hands as he really starts to ride my mouth. He’s panting, moaning in pleasure, and it only amps me up more. Each time he lurches forward, I can see every muscle in his torso flex in the semi-lit room. This is out of this world.
“I need to touch you,” he whispers as he jerks himself out of my mouth and stands me up in one quick movement. He turns me away from him and slowly unzips my dress.
“Do you have a hair tie?” he asks as his lips gently dust the back of my neck.
I nod as goosebumps scatter up my spine. “In the bathroom.”
He disappears and returns with my hair tie and stands in front of me as he softly pulls my hair up on top of my head and ties it up in a messy bun. Then he leans in, and with one hand on my jaw he kisses me long and slowly, his tongue dancing with mine as if asking for approval.
“That’s better, baby, now I can see you,” he whispers.
I frown. For some reason this seems crazy intimate. It’s not, I know it’s not. He’s not the intimate kind of man. But, Hell, it just does.
“Kiss me,” he whispers.
We kiss in the dimly lit room as we stand at the end of the bed. He is fully naked and I am fully dressed, and to be honest, if he just kissed me like this I would orgasm and be happy forever.
Anything after this kiss is a bonus.
For ten minutes we stay in this position as if time has stopped. There is no urgency to move on from this, and it’s as if he is enjoying it as much as I am.
“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he whispers in between kisses.
I smile, unable to answer.
“Do you know how many nights I have laid next to you in this bed imagining just this?”
My eyes close and I grip his muscular shoulders just that bit tighter as our kiss intensifies.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers again as if internally battling the decision.
“Yes, you should.” I breathe. “I want this. I want you like this.”
We kiss and I pry my eyes open to see his are firmly shut as he kisses me. He’s right here with me.
“Take my dress off.”
His eyes darken as he turns me away from him and slowly slides my dress down. He steps back and smiles as he looks me up and down.
His smile is contagious. “What are you smiling at?” I ask.
“You.”
“What about me?”
“You have absolutely no idea how fucking gorgeous you are.” He runs the back of his fingers down over my breasts as his eyes follow his fingers. “It’s like you were made from my favorite things catalogue… Just for me,” he whispers in wonder.
I smile and raise an eyebrow in question.
“I like dark hair. You have dark hair.” He touches my hair on top of my head. “I love brown eyes.” He bends and kisses me gently on the eyelids. “I like natural, full tits, and these are the best I’ve ever seen.” He bends and kisses each of my breasts in reverence.
My heart swells.
“I like curves.” He runs his hand down to my hips. “These hips are fucking kicking.”
I smile and kiss him gently. For a cold-hearted criminal this man knows exactly what to say.
He slides his hand in between my legs and rubs his fingertips through my flesh. “I didn’t know how much I wanted my woman tight.”
My eyes hold his. His woman.
“Until I met you, I didn’t even know I liked these things.”
“And now?” I whisper.
“I want to inhale them. I want to drown in your body and forget every bad thing that has ever happened.”
My breath catches. “How can I make you forget all the bad?” I whisper as I take his lips in mine.
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slide against each other.
“A gift?” I ask.
“Of making me forget where I am…Who I am.”
Oh, that is the most perfect thing anyone has ever said to me. Our kiss turns desperate and I grab the back of his head. “You need to make love to me. Please,” I beg.
He smirks sadly into my lips and his hands fall to my behind. “You will be sadly disappointed.”
I frown.
“I don’t make love.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how.”
“Why is that?”
“I’ve never felt it. I have no idea what I would need to do to make someone feel loved.”
My heart melts, I feel an affection roll over me like a freight train and I cup his face in my hand. “Can I tell you a secret?” I whisper.
“Yes.” His eyes stare straight through me as if he can see to my very soul.
“You have just made me feel more loved than any man ever has.”
A frown crosses his face as if not understanding.
“I don’t know if I have ever been loved, either, Mac.”
He leans in and kisses me and brings our foreheads together as if thinking.
“But I know I want to be here, doing this with you,” I breathe as I kiss him softly.
He lies back on the bed and pulls me over him and we start to kiss. Not the hard, aggressive kissing I was expecting. It’s tender, soft.
Beautiful and different to anything I have felt before.
“Ride me,” he whispers up at me. “Take me.”
Oh God. I straddle over him and run my body back and forth over his as his hands guide my hips. We kiss for a long time, and I’m swollen, wet, and ready. He rolls a condom on and grabs his base and holds it up. I have to rise on my knees to allow his entry. He guides himself into me and I stop still.
Ouch… fuck,
he’s big.
Sensing my fear, he whispers. “It’s okay, baby, you can take me.”
I nod nervously and move from side to side to try and loosen myself up as his hands gently guide my hips. We struggle for a few moments as he tries to calm me down.
It really is too big. “I don’t think I can take it, Mac,” I whisper in desperation as I fall onto his chest.
“Stace,” he whispers into my lips.
Huh? I pull back as my eyes search his.
“My name is Stace.”
My heart stops. “Stace?” I whisper.
He nods and his eyes search mine.
I smile softly as tears fill my eyes. He didn’t lie to me. “It’s nice to meet you, Stace,” I breathe against his lips.
He kisses me and grabs the back of my head as our arousal hits fever pitch. Unable to control himself any longer, his hand starts to drag me back and forth against his cock and I feel like he might just break me. Oh God, he feels good.
“Open you legs.” He half growls. “I want inside, now.”
I open my legs as far as they go and he grabs both of my hipbones and impales me in one hard pump.
“Ahh,” I cry out as my body lurches forward in shock.
“Shh,” he sooths as he kisses my cheek. “It’s okay. It’s okay.”
He stays still to let me get my bearings. I slowly lift myself and he slides out and then he slides back home. We do that slowly again and I am blessed with a rush of cream that loosens me right up.
“Fuck, yeah,” he whispers as he feels it.
He lifts me and brings me back down with force. “Good girl. You feel so good.”
I whimper as my whole body hums from his possession.
He quickens up the pace, and within a moment we are hard at it. His legs are spread wide underneath me and I am straddled above him. The bed is rocking hard against the wall and his jaw hangs slack as he watches me bounce above him.
“You look so fucking hot riding my cock,” he pants.
If I could answer him, I would, but I’m preoccupied dealing with the best sexual experience of my life right now.
“Oh God,” I cry out as my head rolls back. “I have to come already.”
“Not yet.” He reaches up, and in one swift movement I am underneath him and he is holding one of my legs up around our chests. His large cock is working at piston pace as it ploughs through my flesh.
“Fucking hell, Rosh,” he pants as he drives into me. “I’ve never had sex this good.”
“Oh God,” I pant. “Me neither,” I cry. This is absolute bullshit sex.
The burn.
The possession.
The coming apart at the seams.
“Fucking hell,” he screams as he lurches forward in a violent shudder.
“Stace,” I cry out as an orgasm rips me to shreds.
He slowly eases in and out as he completely empties his body into mine.
With my heart pumping hard through my chest, I fall back and he falls on top of me. We lie silent, panting, unable to speak. I am in shock at what just happened here in this room. He is silent because… I don’t know why.
What’s he thinking?
With one long kiss, he slowly rolls off me and lies on his back. We both stare at the ceiling and my heart is still beating at double speed.
After an extended time of silence, I break the ice. “I thought you said you couldn’t make love?”
His eyes flick over to me. “Yeah, well…” He pauses as he contemplates his answer. “You caught me in a moment of weakness.”
I smile and he slowly gets up and walks into the bathroom. I lie for a moment as I listen to the shower turn on. The beautiful intimacy we shared ten minutes ago is gone.
“You getting in the shower with me or are you sleeping in oil tonight?” he calls.
I slowly get up. “Coming.” I walk into the bathroom and he steps to the side in the shower and I get in beside him. He takes the soap and starts to wash me and without any words, he smiles down and kisses me on the lips.
I smile up at him and place my arms around his neck, grateful that even though the small window of intimacy is gone, we are still okay.
* * *
Stace
I sit at the table as I drink my coffee. I’ve come up to the common room for breakfast to clear my head. Rosh was still sleeping when I left.
I feel like I’ve been hit by a truck.
In the guts, in the balls, in the head.
Why did I tell her my real name? Why did I feel something last night that I shouldn’t have, and why am I aching to go back and do it again because it was just so fucking perfect?
It’s never been like that before. She is just so…
I run my hands through my hair in frustration. This was not in the plan. Focus.
I blow out a steadying breath, then I pick up Rosh’s breakfast and coffee from the kitchen to go, and I continue on my way back to the room. As I turn the corner back into our hallway, I notice Stucco walking ahead in front of me. What’s that fucker doing down here? His room is up at the other end of the ship. I hang back and duck behind the corner so I can watch what he’s up to. As he approaches my door, I peer around the corner I am hiding behind. Is he going to break into my room? I’m not in the mood for this fucking shit today. I can’t wait to put a bullet through this prick. Fuck, Rosh is in there. I stay still as I wait. The door to our cabin opens and Rosh comes out in one of my t-shirts and a pair of my boxers. My breath catches as I feel my protective instincts kick in. If he touches her, I swear to God.
He’s dead.
I peer around the corner as I watch.
She sees him and her eyes narrow. “What are you doing here?” she asks.
“Shut up, slut.” He sneers.
“Go to Hell,” he snaps and as she turns to go back into the room he grabs her arm. I step forward and then she pushes him hard and he flies back.
I wait to see what happens. She follows him out into the hall and pushes him again.
Huh? What the fuck is she doing?
She grabs him by the throat and rams him hard up against the wall.
What the…? I blink my eyes to see if I am imagining this. He grabs her around the throat and she quickly does some practiced move and flips him onto his back.
She slams his head hard up against the floor as she begins to choke him with her forearm across his throat.
He struggles as he tries to get up and yet she has him pinned down hard.
“What are you doing here?” she sneers.
“Go to Hell.” He growls.
“You have no fucking idea who you are dealing with.” She punches him hard in the face.
“I heard your little plan last night, asshole,” she yells as she bends and grabs him by the hair and slams it back on the floor. “This is your first and only warning. You go near Mac… You even think about Mac…” She pushes him again. “You even look his fucking way and I will kill you.”
“You’re crazy like him.” He growls as he tries to scramble to his feet to escape her attack.
She kicks him and he falls back onto the floor.
My eyes are wide. What in the fuck is going on here?
“I haven’t forgotten that cheap hit you laid on my jaw the first night I was here.”
“I will do it again,” he retorts.
She laughs out loud as she knees him hard. “Bring it.” She pauses. “Pussy boy isn’t so tough when he’s on his own.”
I feel my cock harden.
She pushes him forward and he falls back over. “I’m watching you.”
He scrambles on his hands and knees to escape her.
“Go near Mac and I promise, I will kill you.”
He stands and runs down the hall and up the stairs, and after running her fingers through her hair, Rosh turns and walks back casually into our room, closing the door behind her.
I stand still, my mind in overdrive.
Who the hell is she?
* *
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Rosh
I bend and wash my legs. I’m pissed off. When I woke this morning Mac wasn’t here, and I know for a fact he had the day off. Where is that gutless wonder?
He has run, scared stiff, all because we had a moment last night? It wasn’t even the sex. Mind you, the sex was fucking awesome. There was a ten-minute window beforehand.
I stare into space as I remember it
“I’ve never felt it. I have no idea what I would need to do to make someone feel loved,” he said. He’s never loved anyone.
Why?
“You have this gift.” Our tongues slid against each other.
“A gift?” I asked.
“Of making me forget where I am—Who I am”
Why does he want to forget who he is?
I roll my eyes in disgust at myself for feeling all attached this morning. It was just sex. Really, really great sex. It means nothing. I need to concentrate on the plan and not the monster cock I’m sleeping with.
The bathroom door opens and he comes into sight. “Morning,” he says as his eyes drop down my body.
“Morning,” I reply as I continue washing myself. “Where did you go?”
“I got you some breakfast.”
I smile. “Thanks.”
He leans with his behind on the bathroom cabinet and he folds his arms in front of him as if thinking about something. I continue to shower and my eyes flicker back to him. He has this air about him. It’s cynical and smart ass all rolled into one.
“Is something wrong?” I ask.
A cold emotion I am unfamiliar with crosses his face. “Why would anything be wrong?” he asks sarcastically.
I shrug. God, he’s acting weird. “You tell me.”
He continues to watch me and his smug attitude is starting to piss me off. “Are you getting in?” I ask.
He doesn’t answer.
“Look. You either get in with me or you can get out, don’t start your mind game bullshit.”
He stands in an outrage. “Mind game bullshit?” he snaps. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, if you have something to say, either say it or get out.”
“I’m not in here for a conversation.” He sneers.
