Those were the concerns that had held him at bay for the last eight years—right up until the point when he’d seen that drawing of Lacey. The wild yet vulnerable look on her face, captured on paper in Velvet’s sketch, had stirred something deep in his heart. Something he’d buried intentionally deep, so deep that he hadn’t expected to hear from it again in his lifetime. He was almost bowled over by his unexpected reaction. And when he’d first seen Lacey in the flesh, his heart hadn’t been the only thing that had stirred. He’d known then that he could no longer turn his back on the opposite sex.
He couldn’t turn his back on Lacey.
After working his way down to her hands, he took his time soaping each finger, drawing the moment out, making the experience last. On impulse, he lifted her hand to his mouth and rubbed his lips over their laced fingers, half expecting Junkie to put an end to the intimate moment. But, as his commanding officer didn’t seem to have any objection, he took his time, holding her startled gaze as he drew her soapy fingers across his cheek and down his jawline.
Eventually he turned and faced the eYonan.
“Turn her around and wash her ass,” Junkie said quietly.
Jason did as he was told, turning her so Junkie could see his hands sliding across the sweeping curves of her bottom.
“Lower,” Junkie ordered him softly. “Reach between her legs.”
With his heart in his mouth, Jason slid his right hand lower and reached carefully between Lacey’s thighs.
“Spread your legs for him, Lacey,” Junkie commanded and she widened her stance while Jason’s hands slipped through the cleft that parted her cheeks, across the tight bud of her ass and on down. Everything below felt so soft and delicate, like wet velvet. Jason’s heart thundered painfully as he explored her pussy carefully, terrified his rough fingers would tear the fragile ridges and hollows of her sex.
“Wash your cock at the same time,” Junkie told him, his quiet drawl drawing Jason into a trance of lazy, carnal sensuality.
The simple act of breathing hurt his chest as he reached for the soap and lathered both hands again then rubbed some of the white bubbles into the curls in his groin. Without looking at her face, he reached between Lacey’s legs again.
“I said your cock,” Junkie corrected him warningly.
Jason stilled, snorting out a soft, frustrated sound. Then, with an impatient nod, he slid his soapy fingers over his stiff erection. Predictably, his cock surged at his touch. Damn the bastard. Junkie was trying to make him come by his own hand. Jason had played this game before and it wasn’t one of his favorites. With a strong dose of cynicism he asked, “You want me to come, Master?”
“I’m not your Master, Orlov. I’m your commanding officer. When you address me, you’ll refer to me as Sir.”
Again he snorted. “Do you want me to come, Sir? Because if I keep stroking my dick like this, that’s what’s going to happen.”
“You’ll continue to stroke your cock. You will not come until I give you the order.”
“Right,” Jason grunted between clenched teeth as his cock throbbed inside the sliding grip of his fingers. Despite his resentment at finding himself subordinate to the eYonan’s commands, there was a certain degree of familiarity to what was unfolding in the shower and his body responded in predictable ways. Even the fact that another man was there sharing the experience lent a degree of comfortableness to the event. The setting and circumstances sent a message to his libido, suggesting that it was time for sex. Stirred by that promise of release, the presence of a naked woman was hugely stimulating. Standing close to Lacey and stroking his cock with long gripping pulls, Jason found himself more aroused than anything his past experiences had prepared him for.
As a Spaceforce lieutenant, Jason was intelligent enough to recognize that part of his pleasure lay in the fact that Junkie, either knowingly or unknowingly, was giving him permission to behave in a way that was natural to him while introducing a woman into the picture for the first time. It was hard for him to understand Junkie’s motive but it certainly appeared to be working in Jason’s favor.
“Turn her around for me and soap her pussy,” was Junkie’s next quiet order.
“Right,” he murmured, sliding his hands down toward the wet curls on her mound.
“No, Jason. On your knees, your eyes level with her sex.”
As far as orders went, you couldn’t ask for much more than that. With a wry smile, Jason slid to his knees and went to work, spreading the rich, creamy lather across the neatly trimmed curls on her mound and between her legs, over the incredible softness of her full pussy lips.
“Do you think she’s clean?” Junkie’s voice intruded in a soft rasp.
“What?” Jason asked, a pulsing haze of lust blanketing his vision, the blood pounding in his head and dulling his hearing.
“Do you think she’s clean?”
“Yes, Sir,” he answered hoarsely. “Yes. She’s clean.”
“Rinse her off and bring her here then.”
As Jason led Lacey across the bathroom toward the counter, Junkie slid to his feet and worked his stretchy white wrap up over his head then plucked open the button on his leathers and pushed his pants down his legs. As he undressed, Jason watched with a growing sense of envy. The deep white scars that slashed across the eYonan’s shoulders and arms were marks of the battlefield—proof of his heroism—while Jason’s scars were only signs of how completely he’d sold himself. He watched jealously as Junkie sat on the counter and spread his legs wide. “Turn her around,” he said.
Jason’s jaw clenched as he realized what Junkie’s next command would be, unwilling to have any part in it. “Don’t ask me to put her on your cock,” he grated. “Because I’m telling you right now, I won’t do it.”
Junkie’s laugh sounded a bit breathless. “I’ll put her on my cock,” he said.
At his words, Lacey’s eyes went wide with shock. Her previously resentful expression was replaced with one of disbelief and panic. But she didn’t bolt. “I can’t believe this is happening,” she moaned, pearly beads of water gleaming on her breasts as her chest rose and fell in quick, uneasy jerks.
“You haven’t been given permission to speak,” Junkie murmured, lifting her suddenly and spearing into her. As Jason flinched at the sight of another man taking what should have been his, Junkie’s eyes closed for a heartbeat, the muscles of his body going taut as he pushed Lacey down onto his cock. For a moment he seemed to forget Jason as a ragged moan escaped his lips.
“I need permission to speak?” Lacey cried as the eYonan impaled her on his long, dark cock. “You didn’t say anything—”
“I’m saying it now, Lieutenant Meadows. Not another word.” His fingers cradled her jaw, his eyes angled downward, his lips moving close to hers.
“But—”
With a rough gesture, he grabbed her chin and turned her face then covered her mouth with his. Her words of protest were muffled under the long ravaging kiss he forced on her, turning her sharp cries into helpless sobs. “Spread your legs,” he demanded hoarsely after breaking the kiss suddenly. “Spread them outside mine. And put your hands behind your neck.”
With a rising sense of anger, Jason watched a tear streak down her face. But again, she did as she was told, spreading her legs and hooking her ankles behind Junkie’s calves, locking her hands behind her neck which caused her petal-colored nipples to jut forward.
“Don’t look at her like that,” Junkie growled. “She hasn’t betrayed you. She has no choice in the matter. Her ass belongs to me, same as yours. You had a chance to stake your claim earlier and you blew it.”
The unexpected attack caught Jason off guard. If he had been glowering, it wasn’t because he was disappointed in Lacey. It was because he was angry with the man who held her, the man who’d claimed her pussy with his cock and had made her cry. But before he could utter a single word in his own defense, Lacey was talking. “What do you mean?” she asked, her gaze widening on Jason.
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br /> “I tried to arrange a three-way for us,” Junkie said, his voice accusatory. “But Jason wasn’t interested.”
“He thinks I’m a slut,” she whispered as she rubbed impatiently at the tear on her face.
“Why would he think that?” Junkie murmured, the hard curve of his lips moving possessively down her neck.
“He thinks it’s wrong for me to want two lovers,” she answered, her voice catching on the last word.
Junkie tsked as his hands moved over her body as though worshipping each round curve and praising each warm hollow. “You’d think it was a crime to have a healthy sexual appetite. Funny, but I don’t think of Pink as a slut, or Velvet, for that matter. You are pretty provocative, though, the way your cunt is swallowing my cock like there’s no tomorrow while your eyes are on another man, eating him up, inch by inch. I can feel you creaming for him while I’m filling you. If I were an insecure man, I might find that troubling.”
Lacey pulled in a ragged sniff then growled.
“Growl all you like,” he rumbled on a low note of laughter, one of his hands moving upward to pinch at the crest of her nipple, “but if you didn’t want me packed inside you, you wouldn’t have let me in. Your Adept traits would have closed you up tighter than a bank vault. Maybe you are a bit of a slut, after all.”
“She’s not a slut!” Jason shouted fiercely. Furious at Junkie and the whole situation that had been forced on him and Lacey, self-preservation finally kicked in. He started fighting back, hardly aware of what he was saying. “I didn’t want to share you, Lacey! I wanted you…for my own. I didn’t want to be just one of two lovers. Lacey, I never thought you were a slut.”
As he watched, her eyes filled with tender emotion and her lips parted. “Oh, Jason,” she started but Junkie cut her off.
“Well, you fucked up. Now I’m in command,” he taunted Jason. “And you get only what I let you have, only when I let you have it.”
“Yeah,” he gritted, glad now that he’d gotten his confession out as Lacey gazed back at him and they shared a moment of sympathetic understanding. “You’re in command. Don’t rub it in, eYonan, because you’re also way out of line, all of which will be in my report to Spaceforce at the end of this…so-called training.”
“Really? You’re going to report what we’re doing here? Are you going to report how much you wanted it? How much you enjoyed it? I might be giving the commands but I’m not forcing that hard-on you’re sporting.”
Jason answered him with a menacing growl.
“Now get back down on your knees. I’m going to spread her pussy lips and let you get a taste of heaven.”
Throttling back a snarl of resentment, Jason knelt and watched sullenly as Junkie carefully parted Lacey’s puffy outer lips. Stinging with rage at first, he was soon sidetracked by the sight of her exposed sex. Anger and resentment was replaced with the steady build of carnal desire as he gazed down on her dark, swollen folds, her clit a thick knot of hunger, pulled tight just above the point at which Junkie penetrated her. His mouth watered with the need to taste that ruby nub but there wasn’t more than an inch between her tightly stretched clitoris and the thick root of the eYonan’s cock. “I can’t do it,” he choked, his fists bunching at his sides, his vision going dark at the edges.
“I’m ordering you to lick her clit,” Junkie barked.
Jason’s fists were balled so tightly, it was a wonder the bones didn’t shatter. “I can’t,” he ground out.
“You can do it,” Junkie told him, his voice gentling the slightest bit. “Lacey wants this. Don’t you, Lacey? She’s always wanted you. Look at her. Look at her pussy, Jason. Her folds are swollen. Her clit looks ready to burst. She’s wet to the core—for you, Jason. She’s ready to come, her body aching for release. She just needs a lick and a kiss to get there. If you won’t do it with your mouth, I’ll have to do it with my fingers.”
“Do it, then, because I’m not putting my mouth that close to your fucking cock.”
“You agreed to follow my orders, Lieutenant.”
“Then give me a different order,” he shouted. “One that I can follow!”
Reaching behind his head with one hand, Junkie rubbed the back of his neck before yielding. “Come here and put your hands on my legs.”
Jason hesitated then finally moved forward, resting his palms just above Junkie’s knees.
“Now lean forward and open your mouth. Take one of Lacey’s nipples between your teeth—gently. Gently. Press down gently. That’s it. That’s it,” he murmured. “Did you feel that?”
“Feel what?” Jason asked, hardly recognizing his own tortured voice, his breath coming in laboring gasps, his cock aching with a need unlike anything he’d ever known as his teeth scraped at the pink, pebbled flesh. Junkie took Jason’s hand and guided his fingers into Lacey’s hot pussy. His fingers slipped on the wet, velvety flesh as Junkie pressed Jason’s broad fingertips against her clit. She was so hot and wet and soft, so perfectly, delicately female that it took his breath away.
“Bite her nipple again. Gently.”
Jason pressed his teeth together and felt a fluttering surge beneath his fingertips. Pressing harder, he dragged his rough tongue over her nipple then sucked sharply. Again he felt the throbbing pulse beneath his fingers. A moan rumbled in his chest as an unraveling bolt of potent urgency throbbed heavily at the base of his sex and threatened to explode up the length of his shaft.
“Do you feel that?” Junkie whispered. “She’s so hot for you she’s ready to come on your touch alone.”
“She’s so wet,” he mumbled, his words scraping with a raw hunger that almost unmanned him.
“She’s creaming for you,” Junkie rumbled, his voice husky with lust.
When Lacey moaned at their provocative words, Junkie buried his lips behind her ear. “You haven’t been given permission to speak,” he reminded her in a hoarse whisper. His black eyes glittered with passion as he returned his attention to Jason. “Take your fingers out of her pussy and taste her. Let her watch you lick your fingers.”
Tentatively, Jason touched his tongue to his fingers and tasted the sweet dew that coated his skin. Swept away by the eroticism of the act, his eyes closed on a ragged breath as he sucked his fingertips into his mouth. Opening his eyes again, he watched Lacey’s gaze follow his tongue as he scraped it roughly over his fingers and rooted for every last trace of that fine feminine flavor.
Junkie’s chuckle was low and heavy with sin. “Now tell me you don’t want to bury your face between her legs and make her cream right into your mouth.”
Jason groaned. He couldn’t deny it. He’d suck Junkie’s cock if it was the only way to get more of her sultry essence on his tongue. He wanted to lick and suck and nip at the fragile pink flesh between her open thighs. At the same time, he was afraid. “I…don’t want to hurt her.”
Lacey stretched and moaned, her body curving into an evocative arch, her nipples stabbing like rosy peaks toward his mouth. “You won’t hurt me, Jason.”
Jason snorted out a sharp sound of pain. “You don’t understand, Lacey. I’ve seen the dark side of sex. I know how much it can…hurt. You just don’t understand.”
“I do,” Junkie said, his voice quiet but strong. “And I won’t let you hurt her.”
Chapter Seven
Panting, Jason hung his head and stared at the polished stone that tiled the floor.
“I understand,” Junkie repeated softly.
Jason hardly knew what to make of the eYonan. Though some of his demands seemed harsh and unreasonable, the bottom line was that Jason was gaining ground. And, despite his prodding and taunting, Junkie seemed determined to help him. If the man did in fact understand what Jason was up against, it could only be because he’d learned of Jason’s dark history.
It had to have been Gray. Gray had promoted Junkie then put Jason and Lacey under his command. As hard as it was to believe, all of this was happening with Gray’s knowledge and Gray’s approval.
/> As he knelt on the cool hard tiles and fought for a breath while his throbbing cock ached for release, Jason was beginning to think all of the macho domination stuff was just some sort of act on Junkie’s part. This time when he lifted his chin and looked at Lacey’s slit, the temptation to taste and touch and experience more of her erotic flavor overwhelmed his earlier reluctance to put his mouth so close to Junkie’s sex.
As Jason leaned forward and placed his lips against the warm treasure of Lacey’s parted labia, he felt Junkie’s thick fingers threading through his collar-length hair. The light, steering stroke of Junkie’s hand seemed to direct his mouth against Lacey’s soft open sex while reminding him to be gentle. Jason took a breath and slipped his tongue into the top of her cleft and stroked down through all the warm, liquid softness, looking for the stiff knot of her clitoris. His chin brushed the sparse rough hair on Junkie’s sac but he hardly noticed as he made love to Lacey’s clit.
“That’s it,” Junkie murmured, his warm, rough voice encouraging Jason as Lacey shuddered and trembled, the skin of her thighs heating to burning, drops of sweat popping out in the crease of her thighs. “She’s almost there.”
Junkie’s grip tightened on his nape and urged his head closer to Lacey’s heated slot. With the eYonan’s strength guiding him and giving him permission to be a little more aggressive, Jason gave the sassy little nub a strong tug with his lips then sucked hard. When Lacey arched and sobbed, he wanted to shout with victory as a flash of confidence streaked up his spine and a delicious surge of acute arousal pulsed strongly along the length of his cock. Hunger rumbled on his lips as he felt Junkie’s long fingers tighten on his neck and press his face into her pussy. As Junkie crushed Jason’s mouth against Lacey’s spilling wet sex, he lashed her clit with his tongue.
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