by Selena Kitt
“Your turn,” she murmured, sinking to her knees, grateful not to have to stand, still weak from her climax. His cock was fat and thick and she couldn’t get all of it into her mouth, but she tried. Drew groaned appreciatively, his hand cupping her head, guiding her mouth, using the length of her hair to control her speed.
“Don’t make me come,” he gasped, looking down at her. She whimpered, feeling how swollen he was in her mouth, wanting to taste him. “I want to fuck you.”
“Oh yes.” She stood instantly, putting her arms around his neck. “Yes, please.”
He laughed. “Not here.”
They got out of the shower and Drew toweled her dry, spending a great deal of time rubbing her down, going over every inch of her with his hands and his eyes. She felt the heat growing again between her legs, a slow burn. By the time they made it out to the bed she was on fire for him again.
“Easy,” he murmured as she straddled him, reaching for his cock. He let her stay in that position but slid further down on the bed so that her thighs were spread over his chest instead. “Play with yourself for me.”
She flushed, hesitating. No one had ever asked her to do that before.
“Do it,” he urged, watching her hands trailing over the hard buttons of her nipples, tickling down her ribcage. “Rub your pussy. I want to watch.”
She swallowed, closing her eyes, and let her fingers go where they wanted, parting her swollen lips. Finding her clit, she began to nudge it back and forth, teasing herself, sending shivers through her whole body. And by the time she began rubbing herself in earnest, it felt too good for her to remain self-conscious. Drew moaned softly and the sound made her open her eyes and look down at him. His gaze focused between her legs, but he had one hand on his cock, pumping it slowly.
“You really like watching me?” she asked, seeing that dark, hungry look in his eyes, knowing he did. She was rewarded with another groan when she used her other hand to spread herself, showing him even more of her soft, pink flesh, giving him full view of her clit.
“Oh god,” he whispered. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I want you to come for me.”
“Like this?” She rubbed herself a little faster, centering on her clit, a sweet wave rising in her belly.
“Just like that,” he growled, watching as she began to rock her hips, her nipples standing up even more as she grew closer and closer to climax.
“Oh Drew,” she moaned, the wet sound of her fingers rubbing her flesh filling the room, faster, faster. “So close…”
“Come for me,” he insisted, grabbing her thighs and pulling at her. “Kneel up in my face and come for me.”
She gasped at his rough grip but it sent her flying, her hips shoved forward, as if she could give all of herself to him, her body bucking with her orgasm. Drew grabbed onto her hips and ass, holding her as she came, hair flying, thighs clenching, tummy rolling, until she collapsed next to him onto the bed, still whimpering, as if in pain.
“Wow.” He nuzzled her to her back, kissing his way over her shoulder, her neck, all moist from her effort. “That was pretty incredible.”
She reached for him, eyes still closed, finding him even harder than before. “I want more.”
“Hungry girl.” He thrust slowly into her hand.
“You have no idea.” She gasped as she eased him down the length of her wet, swollen slit, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her, and this time Drew didn’t hold back. He let her position him before rocking his hips forward, giving her just what she wanted.
“Yessss!” She purred with approval, arching up to meet him, feeling the head of his cock buried deeply inside, almost to the point of pain. And still she wanted more. He stopped, looking down at her, searching her face and eyes for any indication and she encouraged him with her hips, rolling them in slow, wide circles.
“Oh Jesus,” he breathed, lowering his head to her neck. “Where did you learn to do that?”
“Summer camp,” she replied, closing her eyes and rocking.
“I shouldn’t have asked.” He laughed, his hips already taking over, his thrusts long and slow and oh, so very deep. She wrapped her arms around his neck, keeping him close, wanting to feel his delicious weight, the way his belly slapped against hers with every thrust.
“More,” she insisted, wiggling beneath him, spreading wider. “Oh Drew, please…”
“Harder?” he whispered, kissing her ear, her cheek. “Deeper? Faster?”
“Yes!” She gasped when he gave her what she wanted, driving her backward on the bed toward the headboard, slamming his hips into hers. His cock made a delicious wet sound between her thighs, the friction building to tremendous heights. Gretel moaned, her throat vibrating with his thrusts, her sounds a breathy staccato to match their motion together.
“Like that,” she managed, feeling the thick slide of his cock between her lips, stretching her so wide. “Yes! Oh, just like that!”
“You feel so good.” His breath was hot against her face, his lips soft, pressing into hers. “I don’t know how long I can do this.”
“Let’s see if we can come together.” Encouraged by his earlier urging, Gretel slipped a hand down between them, finding her throbbing clit. He propped himself up on his arms, watching as she rubbed herself off, both of them focused on the point where their bodies joined, his cock still easing in and out of her wetness.
“Oh fuck,” he whispered as she began to rub herself faster, lifting her hips, her thighs spread wide, the muscles taut. “Oh fuck I can’t—”
“Now!” Gretel felt her pussy clamp down over the swollen length of his cock, the sweet, rolling spasms clutching him again and again. He buried himself into her with a low grunt, feeling him filling her in thick, hot spurts as her climax went on and on, her pussy milking him with every contraction. He collapsed onto her in a sweaty, musky heap and she cradled him against her breasts, murmuring his name softly and kissing his forehead.
She didn’t know how long it was before he lifted his head and asked, “How did you get in here?”
“I stole Double’s passkey.” She grinned at the shocked look on his face.
“You really are a naughty girl,” he exclaimed. “Maybe I will spank you.”
“Promises, promises.”
* * * *
Hans was close, so very close. He’d easily recreated the experiments detailed in the report his grandmother had given him, with similar results. About half of all the sugar glucose molecules were being fermented in the process, but the rest weren’t breaking down fast enough for the sample to be useful. There was a time factor in using sugar cane as a biofuel because the product only retained its properties for a short amount of time after being cut. It had to be fermented quickly or it was useless. Which was the real reason they’d been docked for nearly three days off the coast of Rockhampton—so he could have access to recently cut sugar cane.
He knew he was being obsessive, but he got like this when he was working on a project. His science project in eighth grade—making his own version of an electrical generator—had kept him in his room for over a week. Gretel had brought his dinner to him on trays because he refused to stop working. Of course, as his grandmother kept reminding him, the stakes now were so much higher than they’d been in eighth grade.
He’d spent a few hours mingling at the party, but he couldn’t get his mind off the work. He’d thought about talking to Gretel. She didn’t understand the science part of his babbling, but she was a good sounding board and asked interesting questions that got him thinking in different directions that usually helped, but she’d been dancing with Andrew. Although he wasn’t sure what they’d been doing could be called dancing exactly.
“You bastard,” Hans swore, holding up the Petri dish where the organism they’d already developed was currently residing. He had been able to reproduce this particular bacteria without much trouble, but it only worked so fast and no faster. They’d already tried everything from removing molecules f
rom the sugar itself before the fermentation process—that had resulted in the artificial sweetener with the brand name Splenda—to splicing it with all sorts of DNA, from frogs to goats to soybeans, all with no successful results.
“We need to modify you, not the sugar, huh, guy?” Hans slipped a slide under the microscope and turned it on. They’d done that too, of course, slicing and dicing the bacteria, introducing all sorts of agents to see if it would increase its production, to no avail. He had a list four pages long of things they’d tried.
It had been Gretel bringing him a meal on a tray and sitting on a stool watching him that had given him the first breakthrough, although he didn’t like to admit it. He’d refused the sandwich and she had sat and watched, picking at the little pieces of crust on the side and lining them up on the lab counter.
“Would you stop making a mess?” He’d been irritated at his lack of progress and short with her.
“Just making crumbs for the mice.” She had nodded toward the three of them in their cage in the corner. “What are you doing anyway?”
“I told you—I can’t tell you.”
Gretel had pouted, sweeping the crumbs into her hand and then throwing them at him on her way out. He had been about to add something to the Petri dish and one of the crumbs had fallen in, contaminating the sample.
“Goddamnit, Gretel! You are such a pest!”
She’d just stuck her tongue out and left, slamming the door behind her. He’d set the sample aside and forgotten about it, but the next day, he’d remembered and had looked at it, just out of curiosity, before throwing it away, and had discovered something extraordinary—the organism was active. More active than it had ever been before!
But why?
The only difference had been the introduction of the bread crumb, but when he’d taken bread from the kitchen and tried to recreate the same experiment, nothing had happened.
Hans sighed, putting the Petri dish down and rubbing his eyes. He was tired, bone tired, sleeping only two or three hours a night. He felt like the weight of the world was resting on his shoulders. And maybe it was. He put his head down, going through the list of ingredients in his head—flour, salt, sugar, rye. It had been a Reuben sandwich, his favorite, piled high with corned beef and sauerkraut. He’d eaten it later, feeling guilty, and it was delicious, the bread toasted just the way he liked it.
“It’s homemade. The cook baked it fresh today!” He remembered his sister saying, pleading with him. “Come on, Hans, eat something, please? For me?”
“Fresh!” Hans lifted his head from the table, eyes wide. “That’s it!”
He had a feeling his little sister might have just solved the world’s energy problem.
* * * *
“I’m sooo dehydrated.” Gretel stuck her head out from under the covers, finding herself at the foot of the bed. She had no idea what time it was, but from the light coming in the window where Drew was standing, she guessed it was either early morning—or early evening.
“You need some more fluids.” He came over to the bed, sitting on the edge. He had showered and looked rather fetching in his boxers.
“What a brilliant idea.” She stretched across his lap like a cat, rubbing her cheek against his crotch.
He laughed. “That’s only going to make it worse.”
“Mmm, but it hurts so good.” She nuzzled him some more, feeling his cock beginning to stir.
She was surprised he had any fluid left either. They hadn’t left the room in two days. Drew had basically called in sick, having food left outside of his room for both of them. At least they had food and water. And as far as she could tell, no alarm had been raised about her disappearance on the boat. She’d wondered at that, but she knew Hans was busy doing—well, whatever he was doing. And her grandmother? The woman was shrewd. She probably knew exactly where her granddaughter was.
“You’re such a little minx.” Drew petted her hair, shifting to let her have better access.
“How long have you been awake?” she wondered aloud, unable to resist sliding her hand into his boxers. “How long have I been asleep?”
“A few hours.” He nodded toward his laptop. “Trying to get a little work done.”
His cock was only half-hard. She was going to have to work at it—but she was up to the challenge. “What time is it?”
“About dinner time.”
She laughed, kissing the head of his dick, breathing in the fresh-showered scent of him. “I think we’ve got our days and nights mixed up.”
“I think we need to forget days and nights altogether,” he murmured, pressing her head down, groaning as she took him deeply into her mouth.
“Good idea,” she said, but her words were mumbled, too full of cock for him to understand, and he wasn’t paying attention anyway. She worked her tongue around the mushroom tip, flicking, teasing, finding the spot underneath that made him bite his lip and squeeze his eyes shut tight every time she rubbed her tongue there.
His cock was almost fully hard now but she wasn’t done. Instead, she slid naked to the floor and he lifted his hips so she could take down his boxers, freeing him completely. She nibbled up the inside of his thighs, pumping him slowly in her hand, her tongue snaking underneath his balls, making his toes curl.
When she got to the head of his cock, he was leaking precum, and she licked it off playfully, round and round, her eyes never leaving his.
“No hands, just your mouth,” he urged as she went down on him. “Look up at me. Oh god, yeah, like that.”
She swallowed him nice and slow, taking as much as she could, even choking a little, her eyes watering, but he thrust up again anyway, aiming for the back of her throat.
“Put your hands behind your back,” he instructed, his eyes full of hunger as she followed his direction, her breasts jutting forward with the motion, his cock pressing past the pink spread of her lips, seeking the heat of her tongue. “Oh god, what a sweet little mouth.”
She practically purred under his praise, sucking him deeper, faster, whimpering as he fingered her nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight down to her already wet pussy. She couldn’t remember how many times he’d licked and fucked her, even just that morning after their breakfast in bed, yet she still wanted more.
“Stand up and show me your pussy.” He leaned back on the bed as she stood, used to this already—he loved to see her touch herself. She parted her lips, showing him pink, sliding a finger down into her slit. God, so wet.
“On the bed,” he said, his cock in his fist as he watched her. “Right over me.”
“Drew,” she protested, blushing, but she did as he asked, balancing a foot on either side of his body, moving her way up until she was standing directly over his head.
“Good girl.” He smiled, reaching up to touch her himself, sliding two fingers into her wetness, making her moan softly. She loved his fingers, so much larger and rougher than her own. “Spread it for me. Like that. Stay just like that.”
She bit her lip, flushing, holding her pussy spread wide for his gaze and his touch. He explored her moist pink folds with his index finger, teasing her flesh, avoiding the aching bud of her clit. Instead, he dipped his fingers into her, first two, pumping easily in and out. She whimpered and rocked with the motion, spreading herself even wider for him.
“Can you take more?” he wondered out loud, slipping a third finger in, making her howl. “Too much?”
“No,” she gasped, getting used to the sensation, more like his cock than his fingers, stretching her wide. “It’s good. Oh…god…”
“So tight,” he remarked, working his fingers in and out of her wetness. “Christ, baby, you make me want you so bad.”
“Me too.” She smiled, glancing down to see his cock clenched in his fist, the tip seeping precum for her.
“Get on the bed.”
She sank down to the mattress, letting him roll and move her the way he wanted, this time on her hands and knees, her ass high up in the air.
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“Reach back and spread it,” he whispered. She felt the heat of his cock pressing against her thigh and she couldn’t believe how much she wanted him. “Both hands.”
Her shoulders pressed into the bed, she reached back with both hands to spread her cheeks wide, showing him everything. Drew groaned, slapping the head of his dick against her pussy, teasing both of them.
“You make me want to fuck you so hard.”
Gretel cried out as he entered her, losing her grip as he buried himself deep, driving her forward onto the bed. He grabbed her hips and pulled them back, lifting her to her hands and knees again, using his thighs to spread hers as he began to thrust.
“Oh god yes,” she whispered, reaching underneath to rub her clit.
“That’s a good girl,” he urged, rolling his hips as he thrust, exploring every inch of her insides. “Play with yourself. Rub that pussy for me.”
Gretel did, circling her clit with her finger as he fucked her. She lifted her ass in the air, giving him an even deeper angle, making him groan in response and fuck her even harder. Her pussy was swollen and wet, their bodies slapping together every time he pulled her back into the saddle of his hips.
“That’s so hot,” he murmured, exploring the crack of her ass with his thumbs. “You’ve got a sweet little ass.”
“Drew,” she protested, feeling his thumb pressing against her asshole. The sensation made her shiver. “Oh, no, not there…”
“I thought you were a naughty girl,” he teased, pressing his thumb a little deeper, making her squeal and wiggle.
“Nooo,” she wailed, burying her hot face against the covers.
“Easy…” He chuckled. “I won’t put my cock in there. Not today.”
She gasped at the thought, her eyes flying wide in surprise.
“But you can take just one finger, can’t you?” he teased, pressing his thumb in deeper, to the first knuckle. She hissed and closed her eyes, but she didn’t move away or protest. “Oh god, that’s tight. So gorgeous. Such a hot little ass.”
Gretel moaned into the bed as he began to fuck her again, this time with his cock, deep into her pussy, and with his thumb, in and out of her ass. The sensation was almost more than she could stand, her thighs trembling in an effort to contain it.
