by Tia Wylder
And from somewhere deep inside a whirlpool of ecstasy, Tia moaned, “Yes…ooohhh, aaahhh… Yes…”
While pounding himself hard against her mound and banging his crotch hard against her, Jay pecked and sucked at Tia’s lips. “Yes… Oh, yes, you want this,” he groaned on. “You want this thing in you. I love sticking it in you, Tia… Mmm, yes…”
Tia tightened her limbs around Jay as if to squeeze the passion from his perfect, humping, pumping body. She drove him to hump her harder, faster, ramming himself all the way into her with every stroke. She felt as if they would both ignite, like the fire in the sunken hearth before them. Then Jay began to moan louder, “I’m coming, Tia… You’re making me come… I’m coming… UUUHHH…!!!” With one final, hard slam against her mound and into her depths, Jay brought himself to the summit of pleasure where he had taken her with his lips and tongue. Tia imagined something like a dam bursting from within him and knew, as their bodies locked together in a final prolonged penetration, that something very much like that was happening within her. Jay was pouring out the thick, white liquid tribute to their sharing of bodies, rewarding himself as he had rewarded her for their mutual surrender. For what seemed like an eternity they stayed locked together while Jay emptied every drop of his man-rapids into the riverbed of her no-longer-virginal womanhood.
They were so enwrapped in pleasure that the feeling of Jay eventually pulling out of her and lying beside her became a foggy sensation of skin sliding against skin. The room was quiet now except for the low crackling of the fire. They melted into post-coital touching and kissing, their fingers playing at the spent, slick wetness between each other’s legs. Tia glanced down Jay’s body at his flaccid but still impressive member, which was all the more impressive for what he had done to her with it. She smiled with a satisfaction such as she had never known. Here she was, touching a young man’s piece for the first time after having it in her. It was one perfect feeling among many.
Jay lifted her face to his and kissed her sweetly. “That was a good first time, then?” he asked.
“It was perfect,” said Tia.
“Was it everything you wanted your first lay to be?”
She sighed a bit and reflected on her answer. “I used to lie in bed by myself and think about how it would be: how it would feel to touch a naked boy, touch what’s down there, have him put it in me. You’re not really a boy anymore, but…what I imagined, it wasn’t even close.” She kissed him. “It was just so much more, having it for real.”
Stroking between her labia with one finger and making her wet again, Jay kissed her in return and said, “Take me to where you thought about it.”
They climbed off the sofa and bundled up their cast-off clothing, and Tia led Jay from the living room to her bedroom. They dropped their clothes, and they fell together onto her bed. Kissing deeply and urgently, they rolled back and forth on the bedspread, Jay putting himself on top and then bringing Tia on top of him. They grabbed and clutched at each other’s buttocks, pouring their need into every touch. Finally, with Tia on top of him and his arms tight around her, Jay asked, “You want to try going down on me this time? Want to try sucking it?”
Tia nodded yes. Jay relaxed his embrace and let her climb down the perfection of his torso until she reached the steely flagstaff of flesh that greeted her between his parted legs and the full pouch of berries at its base. She licked it up and down first, drawing a bead of pre-seed from the tip, which she lapped up with her tongue. “Mmm, yes,” he grunted. “Put it in your mouth now.”
Without hesitation, she did. She opened wide and descended three-quarters of the way down his shaft. It was so long that she could not take it all, and Jay did not seem to mind. She could sense his every muscle flexing and his toes curling. She began to move up and down his pole, savoring the way it throbbed against her tongue and the tremors of pleasure that rumbled through his body at her sucking. After long, long minutes of her devouring him, Jay said in a husky voice, “That’s good. So good. Now do my balls. Lick my balls.” Much as she hated to let his hardness pass from her mouth, Tia was eager for the experience of the softness that held his man-milk. She put her tongue to the task, tasting of his delicious pouch flesh, licking slowly and softly at first, then more hungrily, more voraciously. Jay grunted loudly with approval, spurring her on. She carefully took first one of his plums all the way into her mouth, letting it rest against her tongue, then the other. Jay’s bellows of pleasure reverberated off the ceiling.
He reared up on one elbow and beckoned her, “Let me screw you again.” Tia climbed up beside him and let him spread her legs and put them around his hips once more. Then he slipped his moistened rod back inside her and humped her with all the force and passion with which he had plunged himself in and out of her on the sofa. Tia clung to him, loving his body, loving his tool, loving all of him, taking all he had to give and giving her all of himself. Jay slowed down a bit and began to thrust more deliberately, seeking the one sweetest spot inside her. When she suddenly gasped and almost screamed, he knew he’d found it, as he had found it inside so many other girls before her. He kept his aim on that spot and banged away in and out of her with a rhythm steady at first, then gradually quickening, until Tia, laying under him and coiled about him, gave out a shriek of release that told him he had again gotten her where he wanted to take her. And at that, he released himself as well, pouring forth the milky celebration of their joining, filling her with it once again.
They wound up lying side by side on Tia’s bed as they had been on the sofa, kissing and fondling in the afterglow. Between one lingering kiss and the next, Tia said to him, “You made it perfect again, Jay. Thank you.”
“Thank you for letting me,” he replied, sealing it with another kiss.
They lay there cuddling and kissing, touching each other’s sex, for how long they didn’t know. Jay’s returning erection told Tia he was ready to be inside her again. But before he could put himself back on top of her, the glass covering of her desk began to trill.
She bolted upright on the bed with a frightened start, tearing herself from Jay’s embrace and kiss. Jay sat up beside her as she said, “That must be Daddy. If he’s on his way home… Oh no…”
Tia did not have to finish that thought for Jay. Though the Colony and its Chief, her father, had gone from treating him as a detainee to treating him as a guest, Jay could imagine Merrill Swift looking less than kindly on him coming into his home and deflowering Swift’s daughter. As Tia quickly got up from the bed and began to gather and pull on her clothes, Jay climbed off and began to do likewise.
Having thrown on her clothes, Tia sped to her desk, disregarding how disheveled she must have looked after everything she and Jay had done to each other, and tapped on the glass. She was careful to confine the display to 2D so that her father would not see the room around her and catch a glimpse of who was sharing it—and more—with her. “Daddy?” she asked, brushing a lock of hair from her face. “Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine,” said Merrill. “Are you okay? You look a bit…disturbed,” he added, for want of a better word.
“I’m fine,” she replied. “I just dozed off on the bed. I must have been dreaming when you called. Are you coming home?”
“In a little while,” Merrill said. “I was actually looking for Lieutenant Goodwill. We tried calling the place we assigned him and he wasn’t there. You haven’t seen him, have you?’
“No, Daddy, I haven’t seen him,” she lied, making her best poker face and hoping it didn’t show.
“He didn’t take a comm unit with him, which isn’t like a Stellarforce member. He should be in communication at all times. If you see him, let him know we need him to come in again. Interstellar Command has some news for him.”
“Okay, Daddy, if I see him I’ll tell him.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” Merrill said. “I’ll see you soon.”
The Chief cut off the link, and Tia settled down on her desk cha
ir with a long, loud inhale. Then, she looked over at Jay and felt a painful pang of longing at the sight of him fully clothed again. She still wanted him naked. She still wanted him on top of her, inside her. The wan-looking smile on his face told her he felt the same way. He held out a hand to her.
Tia got up from the chair and went to Jay, letting him gather her into an embrace and a kiss. “Looks like I’m going to have to go,” he said, his voice tinged with regret.
“I wish you didn’t have to. You’re probably going to have to leave Sigma Cygni, aren’t you?”
“I don’t want to,” Jay said. “I still want you. But I’ll have my orders.”
“Will you come back?” she asked.
“For you? To get some more of what I got tonight? Hell yes.” And he pulled her close into the deepest, hottest kiss of all, a kiss for all the light years they feared would soon be between them.
Chapter Seven
When Jay reported back to Interstellar Command, it was to learn the outcome of the conflict with the Dhurians—and the fate of those aliens who had nearly changed him from a protector of humanity to its foe. While Jay took Tia’s virginity and put her in a world of all-consuming pleasure, Chief Administrator Swift and the heads of the other Earth colonies had spent hours communicating with each other and Stellarforce Intelligence about skirmishes similar to the one at Sigma Pegasii and what Intelligence had learned about the enemy. The Dhurians, according to the findings of Intelligence, were a dying race. Their attacks on Earth’s stations and outposts were the last stand for them. They had depleted the resources of their home planet, their population had dwindled too much for them to harness the full resources of their home solar system in time for it to make a difference, and their attacks on human outposts were a last, desperate bid for survival. Stellarforce had met them magnificently, sustaining casualties among their forces and losing several stations. But the exosuit program and the officers trained to use the suits had met with success and quelled the invasion. Those officers who had been infected were being treated under maximum security conditions and were responding well. Human space was safe from the aliens.
As for Jay’s desertion, the circumstances had been considered carefully and no charges were being brought against him. In fact, he and the other exosuit officers who were not being treated were to go on furlough immediately until further notice and the issuance of new orders. Jay’s exosuit was to be returned to the nearest Sigma Pegasii, and for the time being Jay himself was at liberty. When he learned that Chief Swift was giving his daughter one last birthday gift of a trip by herself to anywhere she wanted to go in human space, Jay knew where he wanted to spend his furlough. He would meet her anywhere, on any planet, she decided to go. He would spend his days of liberty in bed with Tia, showing her how happy an interstellar fighter could make a young girl, lying on top of her between the sheets.
In the years to come, Jay and Tia would meet again and again as she went through college and he proceeded through his further Stellarforce career. Their shared bliss in bed would be a constant and a through line of their young lives. In time the two of them would marry, and their children would grow up in a galaxy that their brave father helped to keep safe.
Wanted By My Boss
Chapter One
I remember the day I died. It was raining, hard. Lightning temporarily added illumination to an otherwise overwhelming darkness. Thunder growled all around me like the inner demons that tormented my mind. I stood atop a stone tower in the concrete jungle of Hong Kong and looked out into a night illuminated by lights just as artificial as the people who made them. This was a world that would smile in your face while it stabbed you in the back.
I was once a part of this, an empire of deceit built on a foundation of lies and paved with the bones of the poor. Businesses in this world was nothing more than dirty warfare covered in a fancy pressed suit and tie. Careers and lives were made and broken as often as the tides changed. It made me sick thinking about all of it, but more than that, it made me feel like there was nothing I could do to stop it. I was once one of them, a shark preying on the weak and sleeping like a baby while families bled out watching their financial futures fall to ash.
In a world where no one cared about anyone but themselves, and anything could be bought for the right price, no one would be left standing when it all burned.
The suit I was wearing cost me over six-thousand dollars. That was the kind of money that could feed a family for a year, and I spent it on a piece of clothing that was currently being ruined by a torrential downpour of rain. We all have our masks that we wear: masks for the world to see, and masks to convince ourselves we're still human, deep down in our souls. My mask was broken, and I was forced to look in the mirror at what laid beneath. There was nothing, just an empty shell of a man.
The smartphone in my hand started vibrating. I swiped to the right and placed it to my ear.
“I’m here, are you on your way?” she asked.
“Yeah, I’ll be there soon. Just stay out of sight.”
I hung up and placed the phone in my coat pocket.
“Zhang Wu! Stay where you are!”
I knew the voice, just not the face. It didn’t matter; he was death coming to finish me off. It was time I paid for my sins.
I heard his footsteps approaching, and I felt myself deeply conflicted. There was a part of me that thought I deserved this, all of it. I told myself I wouldn’t run anymore, that I would face the consequences with honor. Then I saw her face, perhaps the last angels left in a world filled with demons.
You made her a promise.
Death was knocking at my door, howling my name.
Sorry, I can’t answer today, I won’t leave her alone in this world.
I turned and ran as gunshots roared through the night. The bullets passed by my ears, screeching like banshees. I approached the edge of the rooftop and looked down on the building adjacent to it.
Remember your training. Jump!
I leapt off the side of the building and passed over the city below. I tucked my legs into my chest and rolled as I hit the coarse surface of the neighboring building. The assassin behind me wasted no time in doing the same. He hit the ground as I climbed to my feet and ran to the edge of the rooftop.
The next building was too far. I couldn’t make it. I stood on the edge and looked down. There was nothing but darkness until the bottom.
“There’s nowhere else to run Zhang! Stand there and accept your fate!” the voice said.
I slowly turned around and looked my assassin in the eye. His face was all too familiar.
“You?”
He nodded. “They’re not stupid Zhang, they knew from the beginning.”
“I should have known. You’ve made a living out of stabbing people in the back,” I said.
He chuckled. “Don’t put this on me, Zhang, you’re the one who dug your own grave.”
“Better me than the rest of the world, don’t you think?”
He checked his gun and cocked it. His finger curled around the trigger.
“One last question for you, old friend: where’s the drive?”
I smiled and closed my eyes. “If you have to ask, you’ll never find it.”
“Maybe, maybe not. Either way, you’ll never know. Goodbye Zhang.”
He pulled the trigger.
Chapter Two
I hate my job. Most people aren’t very fond of their chosen careers or the ones they’ve settled for, but I hate mine. I get treated like a servant and tossed around like yesterday’s garbage. The last time I heard a “thank you” seemed like an eternity ago. I thought taking a job as a secretary for a major corporation would open doors for me, but it mostly just slammed them in my face on a daily basis.
Even with a pay bump, I was still struggling to pay my rent and bills. Brand new stressors like increased taxes and health insurance continued to cut into my paycheck like a psychopath on a war streak. I wanted to quit and walk out. After all, there wa
s nothing left for me here in this city. The closest thing I had ever felt to love walked out on me the second things started to get hard, and my mother drifted off one night while I was asleep without saying goodbye.
It was just me now, me and this empty city filled with hollow people. Today was the day. Yes, today I would finally tell my chauvinistic boss off and walk out those doors forever. I just had to wait for the right moment.
“Tanya, are you alive in there?” Anderson asked.
I looked up from my keyboard and saw my boss, Anderson Grey, leaning over my desk and ruining the organized piles of memos, business cards, and other assorted junk. He had beady little grey eyes and a fancy haircut, but his scrawny frame and thin jaw did nothing to make him look as intimidating as he thought he was.
“What can I do for you, Mr. Grey?” I asked.
“You can start by getting those spreadsheets done; I needed them an hour ago!”
I clenched my jaw. Not yet.
“Mr. Grey, you asked me to do them an hour ago,” I said.
He nodded. “Yeah, I know. Get them done!”
He stormed off and left me staring at a screen full of empty boxes. My heart was pounding and my palms were sweating. I wanted to follow him down the hall, corner him in his office, and tear him a new one. Not yet.
I went to work on the spreadsheet, mindlessly filling in box after box. Another hour went by as workers came in and out. Some had the common courtesy to say hello as they passed my desk and scanned their I.D. badges, but most of them just walked by like I didn’t exist.
