Dreaming of Ayama

by K. A Knight

  He distracts me when he grips my hands tighter, bringing me back to the moment. The soft slide of his lips running down my face is so contrary to the brutal way he is twisting my hands, controlling me, so all I can do is lie under him as he teases and pushes me higher and higher until I’m panting, needing him so badly I might actually beg.

  “Barrott,” I warn.

  “Oh no baby, you don’t get to control this, I’ve been imagining this since I met you. I’ll have you exactly as I want you, and you will shut that pretty mouth and let me do exactly what I want to you, and you will fucking love it,” he orders, breathing against my skin as he runs his nose down my neck and around my collarbones, stopping at my chest to leave a gentle kiss there.

  He carries on his slow, torturous journey, nudging my tank top to the side before looking up at me. His eyes are hungry, his lips parted, and he watches me like I’m the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, even in a ripped, dirty tank top and cargo trousers. His eyes on me, he pushes the shirt down with his nose, before gripping the material with his teeth and pulling it down farther. I twist my hands, trying to help him, but he tightens his grip in warning. Moving to my left breast, he licks the skin just above my bra before his hand presses my hands harder into the blanket.

  “Keep them there or I stop,” he threatens, and he lets go of my hands, watching me in case I move.

  When he’s sure I won’t disobey, he drags his hand down my neck and throat, circling it before stroking down my chest to my bra. Pulling the material down slowly, he watches me as he exposes my breast and nipple to the warm air. When I only pant harder he grins, a full-lipped one that takes my breath away. His eyes still on me, he covers my hard nub with his mouth, sucking it before catching his teeth on it. Throwing my head back, I groan, needing to get away from his eyes. They see too much, right down to my soul, and it only amps me up more, making me almost shake beneath him. But he doesn’t allow that. Instead, he reaches up and grips my chin, tilting my head down until my eyes lock with his again.

  “No, you’ll watch me the entire time. You’ll know it’s me doing this, every time you think about it, you’ll see me,” he orders huskily, his fingers twisting my nipple the entire time.

  Eyes still on mine, he pulls down the other side of my bra and gives it the same treatment, my nipples hardening into diamonds and reaching up to the sky as I arch into his touch, needing closer, needing more. “Please,” I whisper, and he pulls away from my nipple with a pop, the cold air blowing where his wet, warm mouth just was, making me shiver.

  He sits back and I frown, but he grabs the bottom of my shirt and pulls it up. I arch up to help him and he drags it over my head, but stops at my wrists with an evil grin and burning eyes as he ties the tank around my wrists, binding them together above my head, and keeping them there until I am just in my bra, pulled down and exposed. His eyes drink me in, running across my skin until I can almost feel their touch. He doesn’t let any flaw, any stretch mark, any scar or freckle escape him. He maps them with his eyes and then his hands and mouth, learning my secrets, destroying every defence I have against him until he knows my body better than I do—until it’s his.

  His mouth trails down the middle of my body, licking around my belly button before tracing across my stomach and to the side. His hands trail across my ribs before running down my curves, the hard, rough skin of his palm against my softer flesh making me moan. He doesn’t seem in any hurry, no wham, bam, thank you ma’am, oh no, not Barrott. He wipes away the memory of anyone else.

  His hands glide up my stomach and cup my breasts hard, as he kisses my stomach to the skin just above my trousers, then he looks up at me and licks, following the waistline. Sometimes a girl wants soft, sometimes she wants hard and rough, but Barrott is a mixture of both. He uses them so effortlessly, and I feel that tightening in my lower belly, my pussy so wet it’s embarrassing. If he touches me right now, he would make me come before we even got started, that’s how turned on I am.

  He squeezes again before tracing his hands down my ribs, following the path of his mouth, where he flicks open the button to my trousers and pulls them down to my hips. I lift my arse, letting him wiggle them down my ankles. He leans back, crawling down my body, before unlacing my boots and pulling them off with my socks. He drags my trousers over my ankles and off my body, placing them on the blanket next to us and looking up at my newly exposed flesh. He groans, biting down on his bottom lip, as his hands trace my legs like he can’t help it, skating up past my knees to my thighs before circling back down, never stopping their stroke as he gazes at me.

  “Fucking perfect,” he whispers huskily, but I hear him.

  He kisses my ankle before kissing all the way up my thigh and starting on the next leg, ignoring everywhere I need him to touch the most, massaging my thighs and legs until I am soft and plaint, almost melting into the blanket, both so relaxed yet needy. He kisses the top of my thigh, on the edge of my underwear before moving back down again and I wiggle, trying to get his mouth where I need him.

  “Barrott,” I warn, and he grins up at me.

  “Here?” he asks, obviously understanding exactly what I need even while teasing me, keeping me on the edge. He drops a kiss on my thigh and I shake my leg. “Here?” he whispers against my skin, kissing my hip.

  “No,” I moan, and he moves across, kissing just next to my underwear. “Here?”

  I shake my head again and he drops an open-mouthed kiss over my underwear. “Here?”

  “Lower, fuck, Barrott,” I beg.

  He kisses over the same spot again before moving lower, he presses my thighs open, dropping between them as he kisses over my pussy through my underwear. His hands stroke my thighs before grasping the edge of my panties, just holding it there like a promise, while he kisses me over and over again through the wet fabric.

  Slowly and torturously, he pulls down my underwear, sliding them over my thighs before he drags them down my legs and lays them on top of my trousers next to me. Then, he covers my body with his like a blanket, kissing my mouth again as his hands span my hips, pulling me towards him.

  “This hardly seems fair,” I pout, and he smiles.

  “Want me naked?” he teases.

  “Fuck yes,” I reply, and he darts down and nips at my bottom lip.

  “What did I tell you about that word on your mouth?” he growls.

  So, naturally being me, I say it again…and again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck me.” I laugh but gasp when his hand covers my pussy, just holding it, pressing slightly and making me buck my hips to try and get some friction. He growls, his other hand circling my throat and squeezing as he licks at my lips. He flexes both hands, eliciting a groan from my lips, which cuts off when he presses my throat harder—it’s bliss. I’ve never really tried too much kinky shit before, but sign me up, all aboard the kinky train because I love it so far.

  “I warned you,” he whispers into my mouth, before he sweeps his tongue inside, his hold still hard on my throat, leaving me with barely any oxygen and my head going a little fuzzy. He pulls back, loosening his hold, and I suck in air, dazed, but holy shit, I am almost dripping. That was hot as hell.

  He moves down my body again, his hand still between my thighs, cupping me until he hovers there. He pulls his hands away, his eyes watching as he unveils my pussy, and I watch him lick his lips and groan. I gasp when he grabs my thighs and throws them over his shoulders, settling between my legs before rolling his eyes up to me.

  He lightly trails his fingers down my slit before putting them in his mouth and sucking them clean, making me inhale sharply when he closes his eyes in bliss before opening them and looking at me again. “Fucking delicious.”

  He glides his still wet fingers to my pussy again, circling my nub before moving down and pressing against my opening, just hovering there. I buck my hips, sliding them inside slightly, before his other arm comes up and presses down on my stomach and hips, holding me against the blanket, leaving me at his mercy agai
n, and letting me know I can’t force him.

  He kisses the top of my pussy gently, then his fingers slowly move inside, thrusting in until he stills them, his tongue darting out and circling my nub. Always moving around it until he presses down on my clit, his fingers curling inside of me. He nips, licks, and sucks at my clit, his fingers pulling out before thrusting back in, dragging along my sensitive nerves as I cry out, my stomach tightening, and fire racing through me. I can feel it growing, expanding through my body until I come with a scream, his lips pressed to my clit and his fingers buried inside me.

  But he doesn’t stop, oh no, he licks softly at my over sensitive clit before kissing across my pussy, nipping my inner thighs. He kisses around his fingers, licking them where they are still inside me, before pulling them out ever so slowly, his tongue cleaning them as they go. His fingers spread on my thigh, keeping me still as he tastes me again, his tongue thrusting inside before he starts to hum, vibrating my whole body, forcing me higher again. It feels like I’ve only just come down from my first high, but when he presses his fingers to my clit, his tongue buried in my pussy, I come again. I’m caught by surprise as the breath catches in my throat, an unintelligible noise escaping my mouth as I arch into his touch, my head pressing back to the blanket and the sun heating my face when he pulls away, kissing my pussy once more as if in thanks.

  He crawls up my body and tilts my chin down, only then do I realise I have closed my eyes. Fluttering them open, half dazed and melted into the blanket, I look at his satisfied face, his lips glistening with my juices. He goes to wipe them away, but I dart up with a moan and kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. He just made me come twice, but all I want now is him buried so deep in me that we don’t know where each of us starts and ends.

  He kisses me once before pulling away. Barrott sits back between my parted thighs on his knees and flicks open the button on his trousers, his eyes on me as he pulls the belt through his hoops, each slither of noise cranking my need back up. When he drags the zipper down, the sound loud in our private place, I pant. He gets to his feet and kicks off his trousers, discarding them carelessly—not like he did with my clothes—before lying back down on top of me, blanketing my body with his.

  “I love you, baby,” he whispers, and I raise my hands, wanting to touch him. Fuck his warning.

  I drop them, still bound, around his head, pulling him closer as I open my thighs and raise my legs, digging my heels into the blanket. He reaches between us and guides his cock to me. I feel his hardness pressed against my pussy, soft and strong, like velvet-covered steel, as he drags it down my lips, coating his tip in my wetness before prodding my hole, teasing again.

  I arch my hips, pressing him in slightly, and he growls. He grips one of my hips, kissing me as he thrusts, and he groans into my mouth. Struggling through my tight pussy, he works his way in before pulling out and jerking his hips again, working deeper this time. Each thrust is hard and deliberate, until he is seated balls deep in my pussy. He stops then, letting us both adjust as his thick, long length stretches my pussy, making me breathe heavily. Fuck.

  He leans up on his arms, his hands pressed to the blanket on either side of me, as he slowly pulls out. I look between our bodies, watching where we join as his hard cock pulls from my pussy, coated in my cream, before thrusting back in again. Groaning, I drop my head, observing him as I drag my legs higher, pressing my heels to my ass cheeks, letting him hit a new angle with every thrust.

  He doesn’t fuck me hard and fast, he makes love to me, refusing to speed up with each hard, slow thrust. I wiggle my hands in their bindings, wanting to touch him.

  “Barrott, please, I need to feel you,” I beg and he groans, his hips jerking harder, making me gasp as he bumps my cervix.

  I slip my hands over his head and press them between us, he quickly reaches up and undoes them, throwing my t-shirt to the side. I grab his shoulders, pulling him down to me and he goes willingly. I kiss him hard, my legs wrapping around his waist, digging into his thighs, urging him to go harder and faster. I skate my hands down his back and he shivers with my touch when I reach his ass and grip it, holding on. Feeling him flex with every thrust.

  I drag him closer, tugging him to me as I move with him, both of us finding our rhythm. He pulls away, burying his face in my shoulder and biting down on my skin as I press up, begging him to take me.

  “Baby,” he groans.

  “Fuck me,” I demand, and he growls into the crook of my neck.

  His thrusts speed up, fucking me harder and faster with each roll of his hips, pressing me into the blanket with his weight. Each time he pulls his cock from my pussy, he drags it across that bundle of nerves inside until I am nearly coming again, but I hold back, needing him so much that I don’t want this to end. Growling again, he rears back and grabs my hips as he goes to his knees on the blanket. He tilts my hips up, smashing into me harder and harder, losing his rhythm with each punishing thrust as I moan beneath him.

  His face tightens, his shoulders almost shaking, his arms bulging as his fights back his own release, so I purposely tighten my pussy around him. He groans, reaching between our bodies and flicking my clit, before reaching up and twisting one of my nipples. I tighten around him, coming again with a silent scream, shaking hard from my release. He growls, gritting his teeth as his hips jerk and he stills, his come filling me before he flops down on top of me, still holding himself above my body so as not to crush me.

  Ignoring him, I wrap my arms around his shoulders, my legs still around his waist, and drag him closer. He relents, collapsing in my arms while I hold him to me. Both of us are sweaty, but a massive smile covers both of our faces as he gently kisses me. “I love you, Indy Stewart,” he whispers, his voice raw.

  “We are so doing that again,” I reply, laughing breathlessly.

  He groans, burying his face in my neck. “Give me at least ten minutes to recover,” he begs, and I kick at his ass with my heels, giggling.

  “Fine, I wonder if Auden is busy…”

  I laugh when he raises his head. “Oh, you want to play like that?” he warns and I bite my lip.

  His hands come up to my sides and I narrow my eyes. “You wouldn’t—”

  He tickles me and I scream, wiggling beneath him, making us both freeze and groan before he slips from me.

  When we both look at each other, we laugh. His free and floating in the air, his smile big and genuine, and my heart fills so much it feels like it might explode. His smiles are few are far between, so each one means the world to me. Each one filled with private feelings and knowing, even more so now.

  “I better feed you now,” he says softly.

  “Yup, you should, get to it.” I lean up and spank him. He narrows his eyes on me in warning and I just smile innocently. “Food please!” I grin.

  The picnic was amazing. I cleaned up quickly and he helped me dress, stroking my skin as he did so until I ended up tackling him and kissing him again …who can blame me? When we eventually got around to eating, we both stared at the alien food in confusion, but what I had tried up until then was amazing, so I dug in. Barrott insisted on feeding me each little bit before he would eat, and yeah, it was all amazing. Fruits, nuts, and even some meat, but I won’t ask where they got that from.

  I finally point out we should get back, our little break having dissolved into a big break, and as much as I love spending time with him in our little sanctuary, I need to return to looking for survivors. I promised I would find Howard, after all, and I intend to keep that promise. He nods and kisses me softly as we both packed up. I take one last look at the beautiful view spread before us with a promise to come back here again, before we head back through the rocks like two giggling children.

  He drops me off outside the dome building with a sweet kiss and strolls away, whistling to himself, and yeah, you can bet I stood there and watched his fine ass as he walked away. Turning away with a sigh, I move inside and go back to work to find the rest of the survivor
s. I find Jolp combing through the jungle again, muttering about twats and muffins under his breath as I sit down next to him.

  Without even looking at me, he mutters, “Have a nice mating session?”

  My mouth drops open before I narrow my eyes. “How did you know, were you watching again, you pervert?”

  “You have dirt in your hair, unless you took a nap?” He side-eyes me like, yeah bitch, you weren’t taking a nap. Well shit.

  He looks back at his computer and I reach up, trying to discreetly get rid of the dirt.

  “Saw that,” he teases.

  Stupid fucking alien.

  “Yeah, well, you’re just an after cockblocker,” I mutter.

  He perks up at that and looks over. “What is a cockblocker?”

  I groan and then laugh, looking back at the screen as we start to work again. “I’ll tell you when you are old enough.”

  “Hey, I’m fifty-seven-cycles old,” he grumbles.

  “Well, fuck, if you don’t know by now I can’t teach you, gramps.”

  Ground Day Six

  I must be in a particularly annoying mood, or Jolp is, because after a couple of hours he glares at me and orders me to, and I quote, ‘leave him the muffin alone,’ and I do. My worry for Howard is making me irritable and moody, so I find myself wandering outside, unsure where to go or what to do. I want to be useful and I need to keep my mind busy, so I don’t focus on the fact we can’t find Howard anywhere. When the jinum spots me and heads my way, I sigh in relief at the distraction.

  “Sun greetings, Indy. May I have a word?” he calls and I nod.

  I meet up with him and then we walk in comfortable silence. I figured he would take me to the room I first met him in, but he surprises me by leading me to the floating platform that, I will admit, I have secretly been wanting to try. He steps up next to the platform and it must have a sensor or something, because it touches down on the dirt and freezes. The jinum steps on board and I hesitantly follow him. He waits until I am standing next to him before his voice rings out.