by Lili Zander
“It’s exactly right.” He smiles down at me. “I have you where I want you.” He goes back to kissing my nipples. Each pass of his lips makes my pussy ache.
“But I want to touch you,” I protest.
“Later.” His big hand grips the top of my thigh. His thumb is close to my pussy. I wriggle, trying to get him to touch me.
He squeezes my leg and a mini-shock of arousal detonates in my pussy. “Danek, I need you.”
“You have me. I’m right here.” He sucks hard on my nipple, grazing it with his teeth and soothing with his tongue.
Oh fuck. This is so good. “This isn’t fair,” I whine, though my words come out breathless.
“You can tie me up later.”
The image of Danek bound and at my mercy makes me still. “With this fabric?” I ask, intrigued. “Or with something sturdier?”
He grins at me. “We’ll think of something.” He goes back to sucking my nipples and squeezing my breasts, and then he begins to work his way down. Oh yes. Anticipation coils tight.
His lips graze my belly and his head dips lower.
“I—oh God—”
He’s kissing my mound and squeezing the tops of my thighs. My pussy tightens, ready for his touch. He rubs his face against my belly, breathing in my scent. He pushes my legs apart and stares at my wet entrance. Then he nips the inside of my thigh. Little pulses of pleasure explode through me.
“Oh my God,” I gasp. “Don’t stop. Do that again.”
“I’m just getting started.” Danek rises, making a lie of his words, leaving me on the bed with my bound arms above my head. I’m floating, too blissed out to realize what he’s doing. He returns the bed with a bottle and squeezes the contents onto his hands. A liquid of some sort. He puts his hands on me and they glide over my skin, leaving a silky sheen. Massage oil.
Gorgeous guy, giving me a massage. No complaints here. “You’re really getting into this,” I murmur.
“I’ve wanted to touch you for so long,” he says, and there’s something raw and real in his voice. Or maybe that’s just my imagination. “I’m making the most of this chance.”
And he does. He massages every bit of me. After a few minutes, I notice a slight tingling on my skin. He’s using a warming oil. As if I wasn’t already on fire.
He rolls me over. A fresh wave of anxiety strikes me. I have the body of a forty-year old woman. I certainly know what I’m doing, way more than when I was a clueless twenty-year-old, but nothing is tight and taut anymore.
Danek sweeps his thumbs over the tense muscles of my back. “Relax, Naomi.”
I can do this. I can let go. His palms glide down my sides, smoothing away kinks and kneading out my stress until I’m loose and warm. He even rubs my feet. I am well and truly turned to mush. “That feels soo good.” I sound blissed out.
His lips skim down my back and I practically purr, too turned on to worry about my far-from-toned glutes. He’s massaging my butt again and I part my legs, trying to entice him to touch me further. When a few minutes pass of him massaging and getting no closer to sexing me up, I’m ready to grab him, drag his fingers to my pussy, and tell him to get going.
“Get me out of this thing,” I growl, fighting with the bondage-lingerie. He strips it off quickly and I flip over and sit up.
“Everything all right?” he asks, his eyes concerned.
“Oh yes.” Now that my hands are free, I’m suddenly distracted by the gorgeous guy on display. I want to run my hands all over him. I snatch the bottle and pour the oil on my palm. “My turn.”
“Alright, Naomi.” He’s got that little smirky grin back. He stretches out on his stomach a little cautiously. Trying to be careful of the bulge in his pants? Too late, I already saw it.
I slide my hands over him, and he jumps.
“You have to stay still.”
“Make me.” He hides his smile in the blanket.
“I will.” I straddle him. I get really into it, rubbing all the valleys and planes of his muscles, admiring the sleek contours. I dig my thumbs into the giant knots in his shoulders and he groans. I pause. “Too hard?”
“No,” he mutters into the bed. “You can’t hurt me.” But his voice is taut. I scoot down, kneading his back as I go. When I get to his butt, I really get into it—can you blame me?—palming the rock-hard globes and kneading them. He only gets more tense, and I think I know why.
“Roll over,” I tell him.
He hesitates before doing as I ask. Yep, there it is, tenting his pants. Erection city. He can’t be comfortable, laying on that thing. There are smaller skyscrapers. “That looks uncomfortable. Maybe I should do something about it.”
I set my hand over the bulge and he shudders.
But he catches my wrist. “Naomi, I don’t—”
“Are you kidding me? After all you did to rile me up? If we don’t have sex now, I’ll explode.” I look up at him uncertainly. “Unless you don’t want to.”
“I want to. I just think—”
If he’s going to say something about going slow, I might deck him. I shrug off his grip and rub my palm over his cock. “I want this. Now.”
For a second, he stares at me, as if he’s assessing my need. Whatever he finds, it’s good, because he’s up and out of his pants so fast if I’d blinked, I’d have missed it. His cock springs out, standing at attention.
“Yes,” I purr, reaching for his thick, impressive length. Oh God, yes. My mouth is watering looking at him.
“Naomi—” he says, but I’ve already closed my lips over the tip of his cock. “Ah, Naomi…”
I’d answer but I was taught not to talk with my mouth full. His skin is heated and tastes delicious. His scent surrounds me—spiced with a burnt edge, like toasted cinnamon. I can’t get enough.
Danek threads his fingers in my hair, but when he tries to move me off his cock, I growl and grip his thighs tighter. Less of this ‘Naomi is a fragile, wounded doll,’ please. He takes a look at my expression, chuckles wryly, and lies back, sliding me closer so he can reach my pussy. His clever fingers dance over my folds. As I bob my head on his length, he finds the perfect spot right alongside my clit and rubs. I gasp around his cock, fighting to focus on sucking him. It’s a race—his fluttering touch tugging my orgasm nearer as I suck and moan and work to swallow him down. He’s so big that my hand can’t fit all the way around him. How is he going to feel inside? So good.
My climax hits me with the force of a punch, and I have to pull off him to catch my breath. His fingers don’t stop stroking. They work down to my pussy and slip inside, finding the needy spot inside me. Electricity shoots down my legs, turning them to rubber. I gasp and writhe, fighting the inexorable tide of pleasure to no avail. A second wave crests, then a third. And as I hang on to his thighs, he slides his fingers further down, delving into the crevice of my ass—
I rise up and straddle him. “I need you inside me.”
But before I can slide him inside me, he catches my hips and holds me still.
“Are you sure?” he asks, even as his face looks strained and his hands tremble. I get it, he’s being careful. Any other time, him treating me like glass might be sweet. But not now, not when lust hangs thick in the air.
Time to show him I won’t break.
“Give me your dick, Danek. Now. Or else.” I can’t think of a credible threat. Luckily, he takes me at my word. His hips align with mine and he pushes inside me.
“Ooooh,” I moan. His cock is so big it takes me a few tries to stretch around him. When he’s all the way in, I gasp again. His head rubs a spot that makes lights flash behind my eyes. Goddamn.
Then he starts to move. Slowly at first. I might be impatient because I grip his shoulders tight. He stops moving.
“Too much?”
“Fuck me harder.”
He chuckles in response.
“It’s not funny!” I’m seconds away from rolling him over and riding him when he starts to glide in and out in a smooth rhythm
. My eyelids flutter and my eyes threaten to roll back into my head. “Oh God.”’ I sound drunk.
“Good?” he growls.
Each thrust has me seeing stars. I dig my nails into his shoulder. “So good,” I gasp. “Keep doing that.”
He slows again, the contrary jerk. Argh!
I give him a death glare. His lips curl up in a slow smile, and he nuzzles the side of my neck. “Ready?”
“For what?”
“For this,” he says. Then he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back inside me.
I explode. My climax detonates like a bomb. Lights flash, colors dance. My shriek rings in my ears. My inner muscles clamp onto Danek’s cock, pulsing with aftershocks.
I’m still quivering when he does it again. And again. And again. Then he lets go and just pounds away. His cock slams into me like my pussy has called its virility into question and it has something to prove. It’s awesome. I might not be able to walk straight tomorrow, but I am here for it.
Walking straight is overrated anyway.
I lose track of how many orgasms I’ve had when he plants himself deep and fills me, triggering one final climax.
I collapse on the bed, aftershocks still running through me. I’m entirely spent. Completely sated. Utterly satisfied.
Eventually, I drag myself up. I’m covered in oil and I have epic sex hair—that crazy, standing-on-end hairstyle that can only be achieved through hours of sweaty, mind-altering sex. Or sticking a finger in a light socket.
“Naomi,” Danek murmurs. “You’re so beautiful.” The way he’s looking at me—awe and lust and... tenderness?—I don’t know how to react. I swallow, running a hand through my hair, which only messes it up worse. I back away and trip over something. The lingerie. I swipe it off the floor and hold it up. “I’m glad I packed this.”
“Where are you going?” he asks.
“Umm…” I wrinkle my nose. I don’t exactly look sexy right now. I’m pretty sure I look like something the floofs dragged in.
“You don’t think we’re done, are you?” He shakes his head. “Come here, Naomi.”
A wicked thrill runs through me. “Make me.”
He laughs, low and soft. Then he launches himself off the bed. Two hundred plus pounds of sexy Draekon coming at me. I toss the lingerie one direction as a distraction and dive the other way. He sees through my bluff and catches me, lifting me easily and carrying me back to bed.
We end up locked in a silly struggle. He’s bigger, faster, and stronger, but I’m small and slippery because of the oil. We wrestle, laughing as we grapple, careful not to accidentally graze any tender parts.
“Surrender,” he growls.
“Never!” I slide out of his hold and attach myself like a barnacle to his back. A horny barnacle with boobs. I might have taken the opportunity to rub myself against him. He whirls and flips me on my back. I scramble up, ready to attack but somehow end up grabbing his erection and hooking my legs around his hips.
And that’s how we end up having sex half-on, half-off the bed. Danek pumps inside me slowly, taking his time and grinding against me whenever he bottoms out. If he wanted to find an effective way to make me limp with pleasure, mission accomplished. By the time he comes again, there are nail marks on his back, and my throat is hoarse from screaming.
Oh wow.
I cling to him, tucking my head into the crook of his neck to avoid looking at him. When he came, I saw that tender look on his face again, and I don’t know what to make of it
Get up, Naomi. Sex is okay. Cuddling is not.
I clear my throat. “Maybe we should, you know, get cleaned up.”
He strokes my hair. “Okay.”
Disentangling myself from his arms. I stagger off the bed and step into the bathroom. “Holy hell.” My hair now looks like I was hit by lightning.
Oh well. I just came more times than I can count. A certain amount of sex hair is expected. And our bathroom is nice and luxurious. There’s a big area where we can stand under a spray of water. In fact, it’s big enough to hold two of us.
I stick my head back into the bedroom. Danek is still stretched out on the bed, his bronze muscles and impressive cock on display. He’s still half hard.
“Naomi?” Danek says, and I realize I’m staring. Let’s call a spade a spade: I’m shamelessly ogling him. I can’t help it. He’s completely gorgeous.
You can’t keep him. You know that.
I push that thought away and waggle my eyebrows at him. “Have you ever had sex in the shower?”
17
Naomi
Later, much later, when the dome moves to ‘night’ mode, we lie on the bed, next to each other, close but not touching. We’re silent, lost in our own thoughts. Outside the bedroom, Pumpkin, Plague, and Pestilence have finally abandoned their quest to persuade me to let them into the bedroom, and skitter around the house, their tiny paws clicking on the floor. In a few minutes, if I’m lucky, the three little critters will gorge themselves on sugar and fall asleep. If I’m not, they’ll jump on the kitchen counter and express their displeasure by pushing things to the floor. They’re very cat-like that way.
For a few minutes, I just lie on my back, staring at the ceiling. I’m thinking about Danek’s conversation with his brothers, about the fragments I overheard, about the hurt and anguish in his voice. I’m so curious about him. I want to ask him about it, and get to know him on a deeper level, but an instinctive caution keeps me from blurting out my concern. If he rebuffs me, it would feel like a slap. It would hurt.
I hesitate for a long time. Finally, I turn on my side to face Danek, propping myself up on an elbow. “You talked to the others. Did you learn anything more about the resonance sickness?”
“Yes,” he admits.
I swear to God, getting information out of Danek is like pulling teeth. “And?” I prompt. “What did Sixth say? Kenia said you had the strongest reaction she’d ever seen. Does that have something to do with the fact that you’re one of the first Draekons?”
He chuckles softly. “One question at a time, Naomi.”
I can’t see his face in the dark, but it doesn’t sound like my questions are unwelcome. I wait for him to gather his thoughts. Thirty seconds go by—I know precisely how many because I’m keeping count in my head—and then he answers. “Sixth told me that the resonance is causing damage to my central nervous system. As long as I remain here, I’m dangerously vulnerable. I will be able to function, and I can keep the worst of it at bay, but eventually, I need to leave Noturn.”
Fear stabs through my heart. I make an effort to keep my voice steady and even. “How long do you have?”
“I was hoping you wouldn’t home in on that,” he says ruefully. “According to Sixth, my natural immunity will work for two weeks.” He reaches out and squeezes my hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “You’re looking worried, Naomi. Don’t be. Mirak is on his way. He’ll be here in four days.”
“And we’ll leave then?” I ask hopefully. “You’ll let someone else do this mission?”
“Not exactly.” He exhales in a long sigh. “I can’t. The minute Mirak lands on Noturn, our cover is blown. Dariux won’t be able to get someone else in here.”
“So what?” I don’t understand. Does Danek not understand that he could die here on this horrible planet? I stare at the outline of his face, wishing for the Draekon ability to see in the dark. “You’re going to risk your life?”
There’s another long pause. “If you weren’t here, I might,” he admits at last.
“Well, that’s stupidly reckless and dumb.” I’m too annoyed to carefully choose my words. “The mission isn’t more important than your life. You’re surrounded by people that care about you. So many people would be devastated if something were to happen to you. Kadir, Alice, Mirak, Ruhan…” My voice trails away. I gather my courage and continue. “Me.”
He doesn’t respond to that, not with words. But he lifts my hand to his lips and brushes a kiss
over my knuckles. When he finally speaks, his voice has a note in it I don’t recognize. “I’m not going to do anything risky, Naomi.”
I blink back my tears before they spill down my cheeks and incriminate me. When the hell did Danek become so important? But I know the answer. He was my lifeline in the darkness. He anchored me to sanity, and he gave me room to heal.
He’s seen the worst of me. Now, I want him to see a different Naomi. Not the victim, but the woman.
I push away that fanciful, hopeful strand of thought. “What are you planning?”
“The mission parameters have changed. I don’t have three months anymore. But I do have fourteen days, and I’m determined. With any luck, there will be enough time to find out if Cindifin is building a prison on Noturn.”
“Here’s what I’ve been wondering. The prison, it’ll be in its own dome, right?”
“Yes, I think so. The way the buildings are set up inside the domes, it’s going to be impossible to hide a prison in any of them.”
“How is it possible to build a dome in secret?” I ask him. “You’ll need building materials, won’t you? And construction workers to put it together. If some of the workers aren’t in the mines, and are instead building a dome, won’t that be easy to detect?”
“Unfortunately, no. Domes are prefabricated in giant factories. You only need ten people to assemble it.”
“Great. It couldn’t be easy, could it?”
He laughs. “If Ruhan were here, he’d ask you where the fun in that was.” He shrugs. “It is what it is. I’ll have to do it the old-fashioned way. Investigation, crisscrossing the terrain. The only thing I have going is that they won’t put the domes too far apart.”
“And if you can’t figure it out in fourteen days? Will you leave anyway?”
“Yes.”
I can’t see it. I can’t see him walk away. It’s not who he is. “Really? You won’t risk your life out of some misplaced sense of heroism?”
“Me?” He rolls his eyes. “I’m a self-centered asshole. Ask anyone.”
