Shayiza gave a disappointed sign as Ryan withdrew his cock from her mouth. Ryan lay on top of her, his hard cock wet with her saliva, so near her hungry pussy. She started to grind against him, hoping he would relieve her desire. But she knew he wouldn't. Not yet.
Ryan rolled to the side, his body still pressed against her. Propping himself up with one hand, he took the other and turned her blindfolded head towards him. His tongue forced his way into her mouth, penetrating her. Violently. Lovingly.
His hand roamed down her body, stopping to roll her nipple between his index finger and thumb, then continuing down her naked form. His hand forced her legs apart. He ran his fingers in small circles along the insides of her thighs. Her body buzzed with anticipation. Her clit tingled at the nearness of his touch.
Shayiza pulled against the ties holding her down. She wanted so much to take him in her arms and feel him inside her. She wanted . . . no, she needed his touch to release her.
Finally, Shayiza felt a finger touch her swollen clitoris. He pressed against it softly, then harder. His fingertip touch became stronger, more intense. Faster. She bucked against his hand. She felt his cock twitch against her leg. Oh, how she wanted him!
Ryan moved his finger faster and harder against her sex, every now and then pausing to dip a finger inside her wetness. His tongue continued to assault her mouth, rough and tender at the same time.
Her lover's strong hand pressed against the nub of her sex, wet from her juices, swollen with excitement. She pressed her chest against him as best she could, frustratingly bound to the bed, desperate to feel as much of his touch as possible.
Ryan kissed behind her ear, at the top of her neck. She shivered with delight. A gasp escaped her lips as one finger, then two, penetrated her. His breath teased her neck. Ryan left a line of slobbery kisses down her neck to her collarbone, then he traced the same line and blew softly. The coldness made her shudder and she pulled again against her bonds.
"What do you want me to do to you?" he whispered in her ear.
"Fuck me."
"Not yet," he teased, rubbing her clit again. "What else?"
"I want you to eat me."
"Where?"
"My pussy," Shayiza moaned.
"How do you ask?"
"Pleeeeeaaasse," she wailed, pulling again at the ties. She needed to put her arms around him. She needed to force his head between her legs. She needed him to make love to her.
"Please, what?"
"Please eat my pussy, Ryan. Please, God, please," her voice became a whisper. "Please eat me. Please . . ."
Shayiza imagined the broad smile her begging brought to her love. Ryan pulled away from her, although his hand never left her sex.
What's he doing? she thought. What's he opening? It sounds like a cooler—
She cried out in surprise when the ice cube touched her nipple. She felt the areole contract and goosebumps covered her entire body. A shiver ran the length of her spine.
Shayiza squealed with delight as he moved the ice cube all over her breast, leaving a cold trail of water on her body. She felt his breath on her breast as he took the ice cube in his mouth and paid equal attention to her other nipple and breast.
All the while, he continued to massage her clit and sex with his hand. Rubbing, pressing, penetrating.
When the first ice cube was nearly melted, Ryan dropped it back in the cooler, got another one and took it between his teeth. She thought she heard him get something else out of the cooler, but the touch of the ice made her forget about everything except Ryan's touch. With the edge, he made a line down her belly, until he was laying between her legs. He pushed them further apart. She nearly fainted when the ice cube touched her clit. She imagined it turning to steam instantly. The heat of her body mixed with the cold of the ice made her shake uncontrollably. Shayiza felt her clit harden just like her nipples at the touch of the ice. In ecstasy, she rolled her head back and forth on the pillow. Shayiza moaned. Under the blindfold, she saw stars as the fireworks started.
Then, as quickly as the icy touch started, it was gone, replaced by the warmth of Ryan's mouth. On her clit. She reflexively tried to sit up, but her bonds held and she collapsed back on to the bed. Already super-sensitive from Ryan's earlier treatment, Shayiza's clit exploded with pleasure as his hot mouth enveloped her steaming sex, sopping up ice water and her wetness alike.
Shayiza cried out again as she felt something else cold enter her where Ryan's warm fingers had been. She didn't know what it was but made her head throb and she nearly fainted again. The object was almost as long as Ryan's cock, just as wide and ice cold. It had a bulbous head that aroused her insides while her lover assaulted the outside of her sex with his mouth.
She could feel him turn the thing in her pussy into a piston as he sucked and nibbled on her clit. Shayiza moaned and grunted in time with Ryan's tongue as it lashed against her, only to be replaced by his teeth raking against her sex.
"That feels so good," Shayiza moaned. "Oh, God! That feels so good . . . I'm about to cum, please don't stop . . . please don't stop . . . please . . ."
As he worked her pussy over, Ryan reached up and squeezed one of his lover's breasts. It sent her over the edge. With an ear shattering scream, Shayiza lost herself to the orgasm. It consumed her.
She bucked her hips against his mouth. She felt her pussy flood with cum, which Ryan lapped up and devoured. She pulled against her ties, wanting to pull Ryan's mouth harder against her, but to no avail.
Shayiza screamed. And moaned. She was in heaven.
Her orgasm subsided, but didn't stop. Ryan wouldn't let it. Still working the rod in her pussy, Ryan kissed his way up to Shayiza's face and kissed her. She could taste herself on his lips.
Her tongue entwined his. Their teeth knocked together and their lips bit and nibbled at each other.
She felt him climb on top of her. How she wanted to put her arms around him. The rod was removed from her pussy. Ryan pushed himself up until he was on his knees.
Shayiza felt something rub against her clit. His cock. Warm. Hard. She moaned with desire.
She tried to wrap her legs around his waist, as if to pull him inside her. But he pushed her legs apart.
Back and forth. Back and forth. Ryan's cockhead took over for his hand.
"Ryan," Shayiza cried out. "I need you inside me."
"You do?" She felt him bend over and his mouth locked on to one of her breasts. He continued to rub his sex against hers.
"Yes."
"How do you ask?" He slapped his cock against her clit.
"Please, Ryan!" she said, desperately.
"Please, what?" He slapped her again with his cockhead.
"Please fuck me," Shayiza sobbed. Her desire overpowered her. Her need was insatiable. Her voice was but a plaintive whisper. "Please fuck me, Ryan. Please . . ."
"Of course, my love." Ryan kissed her tenderly, wiping away the tears that fell out from under her blindfold.
Her mouth fell open as she felt his head push into her. She arched her back as his cock penetrated her ravenous sex. Slowly. It seemed to never end.
She gasped as she felt his cock all the way in her. He kissed her again, his tongue penetrating her mouth as his cock penetrated her pussy.
Again, she tried to put her arms around him, but she could not. She wanted to envelope him in her embrace. To pull him close. To give him the pleasure he gave her.
Ryan began to pump his cock in and out of her slowly at first, then faster. And harder.
Shayiza felt another orgasm begin to build. Or was it a continuation of her first one? She didn't care.
The tingling sensation increased. She could hear Ryan breathing hard and moaning. She felt his cock moving inside her.
In and out. In and out.
Ryan took her legs and spread them wide, then put her calves on his shoulders and began to drive his cock into her. With every stroke, there was a sharp slap! as the hilt of his hard sex connected with her and a shiver ra
n up her spine.
Shayiza pulled futilely against her bonds. Tears of desire and lust flowed down her cheeks as another orgasm cascaded over her.
She cried out in pleasure as her whole body seemed to catch fire. It started in her toes. Ryan pumped faster and harder. His hands went to her breasts. They squeezed and pinched. He kneaded them together. All the while using his cock like a hammer on her pussy.
Shayiza thrashed underneath him, overcome with passion. She tried to buck her hips against him. The ties held her down and Ryan steadied her, but she felt freed, released as she came all over Ryan's cock, buried deep in her sex.
Under the blindfold, she saw stars as she peaked. It was like having an out of body experience. She heard herself scream. She felt her heart pounding its way out of her chest. She felt her pussy throbbing, contracting. Wild spasms wracked her body. She cried out again.
With a final sob, Shayiza mercifully blacked out.
She didn't hear his final moan, nor did she feel his cum shooting inside her.
When she came to, she could only hear her heart still pounding in her chest. She felt Ryan next to her. She felt his hand running along her body. His touch was comforting.
Shayiza moved her arms. They were stiff, but Ryan had undone the knots. Finally released, she put her arms around him and held him close. Her body still tingled from head to toe.
She opened her eyes and blinked back the light. It was dark, the room only lit by the stars, but after being under the blindfold for so long, it still took her some time to adjust.
"Hello, lover," Ryan returned her embrace.
"How long?"
"Not long," he smiled. "Just a couple of minutes."
"What did you do to me? I can't move."
"Good." He kissed her tenderly. She closed her eyes. The musky aroma of sex permeated the room.
We made love slowly and deliberately. The next day no one contacted me. I spent the day on the net with Shayiza, using the haptics in the room. Days passed, and I settled into a comfortable routine. I went to the Crossfit gym on the station, spent long hours on the net, ate lunches with Hunter, and spent all night in Shayiza's arms. I grew comfortable. A part of me hoped it would last forever.
It ended when the Congressman came aboard the station.
NINETEEN
Hanna had been off-world maybe half a dozen times in her life. On each of those occasions it had been neccesary for one reason or another to meet face to face with some high ranking individual who felt paranoid about net communications, at least when it came to net communications for corporation business. She had never been as far out as she found herself now.
She had programmed the cryo-chamber to wake her up a week early, in order for her to prepare for Pailey's arrival. Looking at the numbers, now, she thought that had been a mistake. Pailey had dropped by double digits. So much so that he was now in third place, behind someone called Leejones running on the mutation equality ticket.
Hartman had held two debates with Leejones since Pailey had left for Chimera, always reffering to "my invisible opponent" or the "cowardice of certain parties." When he did so. There wasnt anything to be done. The trip to Chimera was supposed to be a suprise, so they hadnt announced it.
The realization was dawning on her that she had made a mistake. Had she simply fled after the disastrous debate, she might have found other work by now. Her executive level in the corporation would probably not have been damaged. Now it most certainly would drop. She would have to give up her apartment in the North American tower, at the very least.
They came in view of the Space Station and the AI woke Pailey up. He hydrated an enourmous breakfast, and gobbled it down by the time the ship was docking. He was dressed in his suit and ready to go by then.
Docking at the station went as expected. The press was already here, and there was a great photo op of Pailey and the troops shaking hands. He smiled and displayed leadership in that smile, in the firm grasp of his handshake. The newsfeeds went up, as expected. Still, the bump was not great.
The bump was pretty good at the medal ceremony. Pailey gave a really nice speech. It turned out that this was the first time this particular medal, something called the CMH, had been awarded for an off-world war. Pailey complimented the Marine, a Sergeant Ryan Sawyer, and all Marines. This brought him neck and neck with Leejones. A pandoran alien woman gave Sawyer an affectionate embrace. This was enough to put them ahead, in second place. This part of the story was going wild on the net: An alien woman with a Medal of Honor winner. Pailey had the opprotunity to make several comments on the situation, all of which helped them out. The corporation was also being helped out, corporate approval was jumping up everywhere, even in the outer rim. This would help her out in the long run. Even if Pailey lost, whats good for the corporation was good for her future employment.
Afterward, she was summoned into the office of someone called First Sergeant Tevepaugh. He was a short Marine, and gruff, with a high and tight bootbrush haircut.
"Your people told me." He said. "That you were the person to talk to, if there was a problem."
"Is there a problem?" She asked.
"There might be." He tossed her a data pad, with a memo on it. "This right here says you want to go down to the surface."
"Thats right." She said. "Weve sent the neccesary forms ahead of us."
"Im not concerned about the paperwork." He said. "What I'm concerned with, ma'am, is your continued well being. The surface of Chimera is not a visitor friendly situation."
"What do you mean?" She said.
"What I mean is this." He said. "Going down there is a good chance one or more of you could get killed or hurt bad, and I dont think thats a chance you would want to take."
A chill ran up Hanna's spine. She had known in a vague sense that there was significant danger involved, but no one had spelled it out to her in such black and white terms before.
"We need to get down there." She said. "At least to a base, behind the lines."
"Weve got one FAB left." He said. "On the surface. There is no behind the lines, as you call it. That base is attacked regularly by mortars and enemies probing the lines. The danger is scared."
"We know the risks." She heard herself saying.
"Okay, Ms. Chi." The First Sergeant said. "Lets not bullshit. Im talking about the risks to me. To my career. If I let the corporate candidate for the Terran Presidency go down to the surface of an active war zone, and he gets killed, I'm looking at a court-martial. A reduction in rank at the very least. And if I have this conversation with you," He held up a data stick "Which, in point of fact, I am currently transcribing, I can say that I tried. I cant stop you, but I tried."
An idea came to Hanna's mind. "Send us a Space Marine escort." She said. "Send Sawyer with us."
Tevepaugh burst into sudden laughter. It made Hanna jump back. Tears were streaming down his face. "Oh God." He said. "You fuckers. You unbelievable fuckers. He just got out of that shithole. And you want to send him back?"
"Its his job." Hanna said.
'You don't know what his job is." Tevepaugh said. "You don't know what any of our jobs are. Your another clueless civilian who wandered too close to the outer rim. But its okay." He pressed a button on the data pad. "Your about to find out, real quick."
She thought of the First Sergeants words all the way down to the surface. She wondered if he was right. If somehow she had made a drastic miscalculation. When the transport opened its rear hatch, and she saw the yellow sands, and mounds of black rocks, jutting from the ground like shards of shattered bone, she know the truth.
RYAN SAWYER WILL RETURN
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TERRAN MARINE:
the Chimera War book two
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