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She started kissing him before he’d finished his story. He probably hadn’t told her everything. But he’d told her enough for her to realize that he was an incredibly courageous man who dismissed his own bravery and feared her rejection. She covered his face with the warm press of her lips, trying to tell him without words how wonderful she thought he was and how much she admired him for what he’d done. At some point, the stiff line of his shoulders eased and he pulled her beneath him as he captured her mouth with his own rough, panting kisses. When he stopped, he expressed his relief and passion like a typical male. He hung his head, groaning. “I want to fuck you. Right now.”
“We have orders,” she murmured with a throaty chuckle, gazing into his eyes where greens and blues blended with yellows and browns. Reaching up, she pushed her hand through his tangle of gold hair. “You said that you thought Junkie was trying to get us together. Why would he do that?”
His rare smile made her heart miss a beat. Next to the jagged scar on his cheek, the boyish look of affection was so damn deadly. “Don’t you know?” he asked.
She answered him with a puzzled look.
“He’s probably following orders. The Alliance and Spaceforce want you to be happy.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because of your enhanced adaptability! I’m just guessing but I think those powers of yours make you a pretty valuable commodity.”
“Oooh,” she said slowly, her mind jumping swiftly ahead to the next conclusion. “So, the sooner Junkie can see that we’re happy together, the sooner we can escape from him?”
Jason chuckled as he rotated his hips and ground his erection into her belly. “Probably.”
“Good,” she exclaimed, her mind turning to the passionate eYonan who’d visited her the night before. “Let’s blow this joint, Lieutenant Orlov!”
“What’s your rush?” he mumbled, nuzzling his warm, damp mouth into the sensitive skin at the base of her throat.
“Because,” she said softly, running her fingertip down the straight ridge of his nose. “I have another man I want you to meet.”
As though he’d been commanded to freeze, Jason stopped nibbling her tender flesh. Without saying a word, he rolled onto his back. Slowly, he rubbed one large hand into the tawny spray of hair on his chest as he stared at the ceiling.
“Jason?” she murmured, rolling onto her side and propping her weight on one elbow.
“Lacey? Do you think there’s any chance that I might be enough for you? That maybe you wouldn’t need a second lover?”
“Oh, Jason,” she answered quietly. “Your love would certainly be enough for me if I could be sure it would last. Can you promise me you won’t tire of me? That you’ll never leave me?”
“You know you don’t have to ask that question,” he gritted as he pinned her with a cutting stare.
She responded patiently. “Can you promise me you won’t die before I do?”
“You know I can’t do that. My job—our jobs—are dangerous.”
Her hair fell down over one ear as she nodded. “I know that. I know that only too well.”
Reaching for her face, he tucked the long fire-lit strands back behind her ear then fingered her copper communicator while holding her gaze. Finally, he tightened his fist in the silken mass at her nape. “I don’t want to share you.”
“You’re sharing me now,” she pointed out gently.
“Not willingly,” he rasped then pulled her mouth down onto his and gave her lips the edge of his teeth. “Junkie’s my commanding officer. I don’t have any choice. But I don’t have to listen to you talk about other men,” he warned her with a sharp bite to her lower lip.
“Mmmm,” she murmured into his mouth. “You make a good argument, Lieutenant Orlov. I’ll…give your proposal some consideration.”
“And you’ll forget about this other man?”
“He shouldn’t be too hard to forget,” she offered, ignoring the wistful tug on her heartstrings. “I never saw his face and don’t even know his name.”
“Good,” he rumbled, eyeing her bottom lip for a few heartbeats before giving it another provocative bite which he followed with a short, crushing kiss.
“In the meantime,” she said, shelving her doubts for the time being, heartstrings be damned, “I think we should show our Lord and Master just how well we’re getting along.”
Tightening his grip on her hair, he pulled her head back as he gazed hungrily at her kiss-swollen lips. “He told us to wait.”
“But what if we couldn’t wait?” she suggested in a husky purr. “What if we were so hot for each other that we had to start without him? He’d be pretty impressed, wouldn’t he?”
“Maybe,” he allowed in a low voice, studying her mouth with intent interest.
Breaking away from him, she rolled onto her belly, pulled her knees beneath her chest and thrust her bottom into the air. She turned her face sideways and rested her cheek on the lace-edged pillow, her mouth open and panting softly.
“You’re tempting me,” he warned, his voice rough with lust, his avid gaze eating up the picture of her pretty rounded ass while his cock surged boldly.
“I want to do more than tempt you,” she murmured, watching his thickening cock and touching the tip of her tongue to her upper lip. “But I wouldn’t want to make you do anything you didn’t want to do.”
“Give me your hands,” he demanded in a thick growl, his voice aggressively male as he moved to his knees behind her.
With her cheek on the pillow and her breath dampening the white coverlet, she reached backward with her hands. Her back arched and her breasts pushed into the sheets, the crisp fabric rubbing sensuously against the sensitive flesh of her cresting nipples. His long, strong fingers closed around her wrists and, with one hand, he held them pinned behind her back. For several anticipation-weighted moments, he teased his fingers through her slit, across her hungry opening and through her cleft. Then, spreading his palm across her ass, he tugged her cheeks apart and penetrated her. Lacey moaned with pleasure as she watched the handsome blond airman, his knees spread wide, his burning gaze focused on his wide shaft as he drove deep and filled her pussy with hot, hungry cock.
Junkie’s voice quietly intruded into the room. “What’s going on here?”
Delaying his response for the length of a leisurely stroke, Jason watched his cock as he pulled back his hips and withdrew his shaft from her tightly stretched opening, his thick girth covered with a gleaming coat of her feminine moisture. “She provoked me, Sir.”
“Is that true, Lieutenant Meadows?”
“Yes, Sir,” Lacey responded, snuffing out a giggle. “Are you going to punish us?”
“No,” he answered, his voice a deep masculine purr. “I’m going to correct you.”
“Correct us?” she exclaimed.
“You’re doing it all wrong.”
“We couldn’t be doing it all wrong,” Lacey pointed out, staunchly defending her airman lover. “It feels too good.”
As if to reward her for her loyalty, Jason delivered another deep thrust to the mouth of her womb, his cock stretching her wide with every throbbing pulse that traveled the length of his shaft and vibrated along the walls of her vagina.
“Give her to me,” Junkie murmured, moving onto the bed and lifting her away from Jason. Lacey felt Jason’s heavy cock slide from her cunt, the wet head touching the curve of her ass. Despite the defiant words she’d spoken earlier about her wish to escape the arrogant eYonan, Lacey felt a hard spike of arousal roll through her lower body as he claimed her with the powerful grip of his strong hands. Lying on his side, he maneuvered her bottom into his groin then grasped the tender flesh of her thigh and pulled her leg far up his own, tucking her ankle into the small of his back. She moaned with a carnal burn of excitement as he held her spread open, exposed and vulnerable, for Jason’s devouring stare. As she watched the deep rise and fall of Jason’s chest, she felt Junkie’s massive erection, hot and hard, nestle
d between the cheeks of her ass. His long calloused fingers plucked at her swollen outer lips, revealing more of her dark sex to Jason. A delicious ache pooled between her legs as the eYonan manipulated her folds with his teasing touch and she saw naked desire flame in Jason’s hazel eyes. The next time Junkie plucked at her fat lips, his fingers slid on the gush of liquid that spilled from her opening. “Fuck,” he murmured. “She’s so hot. And so wet.”
Jason moved onto his side in front of her, the fever-hot skin of his cock head touching her belly and stinging her flesh like a brand. She gasped as his fingers slid into her pussy, alongside Junkie’s. For several spellbinding moments, their fingers moved together, sliding around each other and pulling pleasure from the folds high on her cleft, all the way down to the sensitive flesh that surrounded her clenching opening. She thought she would cry out loud from the pure indecent ecstasy of so many rough male fingers running through her fragile sex. When Junkie took Jason’s hand and guided it over her clit, she did cry. She cried and sobbed and writhed between the two men as Junkie rubbed Jason’s fingers gently across the sensitive bundle of nerves.
Moments later, she was calling them every filthy name she could think of as those calloused fingers deserted her clit and traveled down to her opening. Then, a few minutes after that she was blessing them out loud when both their long fingers dipped inside. Jason’s finger traveled deep while Junkie’s curled around to stroke the hungry flesh just inside her entrance. And all the time, Jason’s gaze burned sinfully on her open sex and the hands that worked her cunt.
“Kiss her,” Junkie murmured over the shuddering sound of her ragged sobs.
Jason gave him a sharp look then transferred his gaze to her face. “Is she going to come?”
“Oh, yeah,” Junkie breathed, nipping at her ear. “You’re going to come, aren’t you, baby?”
Lacey squirmed in his powerful hold, back to screaming obscenities as well as shouting for release.
“Shouldn’t I be inside her?” Jason grunted.
“Good idea,” Junkie answered, his voice rumbling breathlessly. “Her tight little cunt would probably appreciate something thick and hard to break against. Kiss her first, though, and give me your hand.”
As Jason opened her mouth with his tongue and forged deep inside, she felt Junkie guide his fingertips hard against her clit. As her pussy clutched, her body bucked at the very precipice of orgasm. Jason must have felt the fluttering of her cunt at his fingertips. A deep, savage sound of satisfaction was on his lips as he angled his head and his kiss turned roughly dominant.
“Okay,” Junkie muttered, his voice husky with arousal. “Get inside her. But go slowly.”
“No,” she screamed around the kiss that Jason forced against her lips. “Not slowly. Please. Not slowly.”
Junkie’s low laughter was a sin-rich rumble of sound. “Go really slowly or she’ll come.”
“Isn’t that the plan?” Jason rasped, pulling his mouth from hers and flicking his wet hair off his brow.
Junkie’s answer was darkly sinister. “Yeah, but I want to introduce something new while she’s in the mood.”
While I’m desperate, she thought with a moan as the sinful thickness of Jason’s cock started to stretch her walls and fill her from the burning lips of her vulva to the aching clutch of her cervix. She felt like a fish on the line, clawing at Jason’s shoulders as she tossed her head and whimpered. “Please, Jason. Please fuck me.”
Something cool pressed against her anus and she gasped, holding her breath as she stilled. As Junkie held her hip in his firm grasp and fed the lubestick carefully into the tight kiss of her ass, she didn’t know whether to put up a fight or not. She just wanted to get fucked. She didn’t care how it happened. And she didn’t want to do anything that might delay her release. Besides, the press of Junkie’s wide thumb sending the lubestick home was darkly arousing.
She’d heard that anal sex could be both painful and arousing though she doubted it would be very painful for her. Either her body would close up and reject the eYonan’s entry, or the tight ring of muscle would expand to accommodate him. As her body heat melted the lubricating stick inside her, she felt Junkie’s thick cock head prodding at her ass. Scandalously aroused, she shivered at the idea of that huge erection demanding entrance. “Fuck,” Junkie grunted, his hot breath scorching her flesh like a pour of fired brandy.
“What’s wrong?” Jason rasped, his hips moving slowly, his cock head touching her womb then sliding back an inch to repeat the action.
“I can’t get in,” he growled. “She’s locked herself up.”
“Don’t hurt her!” Jason shouted at once, the emotion in his voice startling in its intensity.
Junkie stilled at the command that sounded so desperate on Jason’s lips. “I won’t hurt her,” he promised soothingly. His tongue swirled around the shell of her ear, his humid breath puffing against her shuddering earlobe. “I’d never hurt her,” he whispered.
Lacey whimpered, the caring words catching at her heart.
“I won’t do it if you don’t want it,” he told her in a low murmur, his words tender though his tone was raw and edgy. His strong touch was soothing as his hand caressed her hip, the kisses he pressed behind her ear patient and worshipping.
A burning trail of liquid trickled from between her legs and through the cleft of her ass, wetting her cheeks, making her skin slippery where Junkie’s cock head touched her tightly clenched hole. Making her feel like a slut. Making her feel like a bitch in heat.
She wanted it.
With a sob, Lacey felt her muscles loosen.
“That’s my girl,” Junkie crooned, his voice rich and gravelly with satisfaction, his teeth nipping her earlobe as he slowly penetrated the ring of muscle, prodding deep inside, taking her ass in long, salacious inches. The pull and sting on the kiss of her ass was slight, everything considered, especially next to the wonderful packed feeling of being possessed by two men at once. Both men claiming her body was an intensely fulfilling sensation as together they pulled their cocks then drove inside again. Their harsh grunts and raw breaths were music to her ears as each deep thrust nudged her closer to the edge of orgasm.
One nice hard bang and she was going over.
“Let go,” Junkie snarled at Jason as he held her onto the massive erection penetrating her ass. “In the beginning you can’t be too gentle with a woman. But as she approaches orgasm, you can’t be too rough. Let go!”
Jason let go, shocking her with a brutal violence of thrusting hips and hammering delivery that sent her right over the edge. When she climaxed, it was the most excruciatingly hard orgasm she’d ever experienced. It lasted forever, her excited cunt grabbing and shuddering at Jason’s hard length while her ass tightened in spasms around Junkie’s broad width and all the time, they kept pounding into her, finally spilling inside her at the end of her climax, their hot cum filling her in long surges while Jason’s mouth claimed her lips again and again and Junkie groaned against her ear, his ragged breaths pelting her skin.
When Jason’s lips finally slid wetly across her cheek, she turned her head without even thinking, her lips questing thankfully for Junkie’s mouth. When she touched her lips to his, she could have sworn his heart skipped a beat before starting up again with a powerful surge. His heartbeat thundered against her back as she nudged her mouth against his and his hand came up to cup her chin. The poor bastard must have worn himself out because his fingers trembled as he cradled her jaw.
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Hours later Lacey woke on her side, tucked between her two lovers. Feeling thoroughly contented, she sighed as she wiggled her bottom, which was cupped in the damp curve of Junkie’s groin, his long fingers warm where they spread out on her hip. Jason’s hand was on her waist, his even breaths stirring her hair. Surely this was paradise. With a languid stretch, she pressed her open mouth to the hard angle of Jason’s jaw where his bronzed stubble scratched roughly against her lips. Despite the afternoon’s sensu
al workout, warm evocative feelings of desire immediately started to build in her lower body.
Closing her eyes, she let her feelings of arousal mix with the tenderness and love that expanded her heart. Jason was finally hers. With time, she was sure his injured heart would mend. Here, between these two men, she had everything she needed. Two lovers to slake her enhanced sexual appetite. Two lovers to hold her heart.
If only it could last. Together in bed, the men provided a carnal mixture of rough and tender that made her pussy throb every time she looked at them. She knew Junkie’s emotional strength would be a source of stability for both her and Jason. The commitment he’d shown in helping Jason consummate their relationship was touching and she couldn’t help but be moved to feelings of tenderness for the man who had brought about that amazing miracle.
But Junkie wasn’t in it for the long run. That much was obvious.
He certainly knew how to push her buttons, sexually. Too bad he acted as though he couldn’t care less whether he pushed them or not. Despite the pledge she’d made to consider a one-on-one relationship with Jason and to forget about the man Gray had brought to her room the night before, she couldn’t help but compare that man with Junkie. That man had needed her, had wanted her. He had handled her like a precious gift, making her feel special and treasured. It was clear that she would never be either important or special to Junkie. The tall, easygoing eYonan didn’t appear to need anybody.
As though confirming that was the case, Junkie rolled away from her, onto his back. She turned and gazed at him, sprawled out on the far side of the bed. His eyes were closed, his thick lashes fanning darkly on his cheek. As eYonans didn’t grow beards, his jutting chin was smooth and beardless. His rugged profile was all hard angles and chiseled planes, his mouth a deliciously wayward curve bracketed between two lines carved deeply into his cheeks. Despite the fact that she knew better than to let her heart anywhere near this man, she found herself attracted to him. She wanted to at least draw his interest if not his friendship or love.
She wanted to reach out to that cool, aloof heart.
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