by Elin Wyn
“Brush some of that livoel oil on the bread,” Sars instructed. “Not too much, you don’t want to soak it.” I did as he said. He’d already gone ahead and added an array of savory herbs to the oil. The kitchen smelled fantastic.
“Let’s load up the tray,” I urged. Sars had one tray on wheels. I planned to roll it right into my cabin as a surprise for Aryn. Sars helped me carry the large dish nearly overflowing with freshly boiled noodles, a bowl of balled meat, and the platter of warm seasoned bread. The last to make it onto the table was a bowl filled with the red sauce.
“Does this stuff taste good?” I asked him.
“Shenna told me it was one of her favorite foods in the Terran System. It’s not exact, but according to her, I’ve got the flavors close.”
“That’s good enough for me.” I clapped Sars on the back. “Ready to wheel this thing?”
“One final touch.” Sars ducked back into the kitchen and reappeared with a bottle of dark spirits and two flutes. He set them on the table with a satisfied smile.
Together, we slowly and carefully rolled the tray out of the dining hall and down the corridor that lead to my cabin.
“I’ll get the door,” I offered when we approached. I opened the door to my cabin as quietly as I could. Aryn was still in my bed, fast asleep. Her flaming hair completely covered her face. I propped the door open and motioned for Sars to be silent as he entered.
“Thank you,” I mouthed. Sars slipped out and closed the door behind him. I approached the bed.
“Aryn,” I said softly as I brushed the hair away from her face.
“Hmmm,” she moaned softly. I leaned down to kiss her cheek. I kissed her over and over again until she opened her eyes and laughed.
“That’s the opposite of a rude awakening.” She looked soft and sleepy with her tousled hair and the neckline of my shirt slipping over her shoulder. Seized by an irresistible urge, I leaned in and bit the tender flesh between her neck and shoulder.
“What’s that smell?” Her voice was throaty and warm as I worked my way up her neck.
“Sars helped me make dinner for you,” I hummed against the hollow of her throat.
Dinner was just about the last thing on my mind, then. I was a whole lot more concerned with what now flowed up and over me—that intoxicating scent of hers, filling my head with an overwhelming need for her.
I dragged my tongue slowly from the hollow of her throat up to where it turned toward her chin, trailing off in a faint lap at the sensitive spot just beneath her jaw. I could feel her heat, her quickening heartbeat, her excitement as I gave another long, slow stroke there, sending a shudder through her before my body sent one to join it.
Her natural fragrance, laden with more compounds and pheromones than I'd likely ever understand, settled in a fog over my mind. What I did understand is how it made me feel. I needed her more than anything when it hit me, and before I had a moment to even consider my next move, I found myself atop her.
Aryn just giggled and raised her arms above her head in a clear go-ahead, and with a flourish I pulled her shirt—my shirt—up and away before tossing it out of sight.
I sat up and looked her over, my knees sinking into the bed at either side of her hips. Her skin was so beautifully pale, prominent nipples standing out like flowers inexplicably flourishing in a field of snow.
I ran my hands down her sides, firm and taut until I reached her hips where she softened, her skin beginning to flush a gorgeous pink beneath my touch. I watched as it spread over her chest and cheeks, her boldness seeming to slide a bit toward bashfulness.
After shifting my hips down a bit, I leaned in and wrapped my lips around one of those perky nipples, suckling eagerly. A little laugh of surprise passed Aryn’s lips, but it trailed off into a breathy moan.
I squeezed idly at the other breast as I worked at the one I’d claimed, kissing and licking here and there at the burning hot flesh, watching her chest rising and falling more and more rapidly the longer I went on. I then leaned in to lavish attention on the other nipple, and she brought a hand to the back of my head and to stroke at my hair.
When I moved to pull back a bit, intending to shift my attentions to her other breast, it became clear that her stroking wasn't exactly to encourage me. Her hand tightened a little, a faint pressure holding me in place. It was an unconscious, desperate sort of measure, her body utterly consumed with the sensation if the look on her face was any indication.
I brought a hand up to her wrist and eased it away and down to her side, and that seemed to break her reverie.
Aryn blinked and shook her head slightly. "Ha... sorry about that. It just felt so good." The flush at her cheeks deepened, her gaze averted as she spoke.
I shot a wink up to her. "Oh, don't worry. I just wanted a little more... free reign."
Before Aryn had a chance to question my meaning, I brought my lips to the bottom of her sternum, working my way down over her belly. Each kiss seemed to cause her to tighten and writhe just a bit, somewhere between ticklish and pleasure-dizzy, the laughed moans returning in full force as I worked my way down to the line of her hips.
I gave a few soft kisses at her mons before drifting back out, leaving her panting and trying to follow me with her hips. The same hand that had sought to hold me in place returned to the back of my head, gently urging me with a faint pressure back toward the joining of her thighs.
Her legs were still closed, but they strained at the inside of mine to open. Only once she seemed truly desperate to have me there did I finally relent, lifting one leg at a time to allow her to spread hers.
I brought the kisses back to her mons and was immediately taken by her sweet fragrance. As much as I was relishing the teasing and the uncharacteristic little mewls it drew from her, I couldn't help myself anymore.
I placed a hand behind each of her thighs and slid them down to hook behind her knees, pressing them up to her chest as I worked my way down the bed. I settled there between her legs, the position feeling somehow right in a deep sense, as if I was meant to be there. Laying as I was, prostrate in reverence to the treasure laid before me, I felt the desperate need to claim it swelling.
Any restraint I might have been holding to fled. I was driven forward hard, immediately and inextricably joined to her, lost in her heady scent and divine taste. My tongue darted over her of its own accord, lapping up every bit of sweet nectar that had gathered already, unconsciously following the motions of her body and the subtle exhortations of her breaths and whimpers.
I settled in at her clit, suckling almost madly until she jerked her hips back a little, laughing and panting wildly. "N-not so fast! It'll be over before it's even had a chance to start!"
I could feel my own cheeks flushing with a sort of strange embarrassment. I knew how utterly transparent my need was, but I couldn't help the sense of vulnerability that came with being so utterly wrapped up in something—in someone.
Instead, I nodded my assent and let her legs descend back to the bed, settling instead into a series of long, loving laps from her opening up to her clit, twisting and flicking my tongue at the top of each and watching her lovely reactions.
Aryn’s body seemed to be pulling her in two directions, between closing her eyes to fully lose herself in the bliss of it all and keeping them open, trained on me, watching. She switched between them more and more, and the closer she came to climax, the less she seemed able to control that or anything else. Her hips bucked wildly against my face, unashamedly carnal in her desire, and when her hands came down to tangle in my hair, I didn't make any move to urge them away.
Her moans picked up in intensity, and all at once, she seemed to lock up. Her eyes shot open, fixed suddenly on mine, mouth dropped open in what seemed like shock, or a silent scream of a moan. Her chest seemed to vibrate with trapped energy, her legs quivering as I wildly lapped and suckled at her clit.
All at once, Aryn released my hair and her body went rigid. She thrashed back hard, her hips
leaving the bed completely, though I followed her close and kept the stimulation quick and intense as she rode the wave of her climax. Her whole body thrummed with that same intensity, and when she went slack, it was with a scream of pure ecstasy, hips beginning to buck against my face hard once more.
Three times over, each orgasm coming quicker and more violent than the last, taking less and less stimulation to drive her over. I watched intently, loving every second of her unbridled show, her hands twisted up tight in the sheets as she held on through the ride.
Aryn’s body stilled for a long moment before she managed to raise her head, catching my gaze. “That was... fucking incredible. You're incredible."
I gave a low, soft laugh before sliding up to join her where she lay. I was more than content to let our fun end there, considering how exhausted she seemed to be.
Aryn had other plans.
She rolled toward me, and after resting her head on my chest to catch her breath, she brought a hand to my thigh.
I pulled my head back just enough to look down at her, a brow raised. "That's an awfully... suggestive sort of touch for someone so worn out." I was painfully hard, and I knew she could see it the moment her hand began drifting inward and upward.
She only gave a quiet, smiling sort of affirmative sound before bringing her fingertips up to slide along the length through the thick fabric of my pants. I fell quiet, watching her intently. As she tightened those fingers, gripping near the base, she shot me a mischievous little look. "Isn't it?"
Her intent was more than clear, but more than that, I could feel a new kind of smirking energy in her words. She seemed to be drawing energy from somewhere new, and as she began stroking my cock with her fingertips, her breath quickened.
I hurriedly sat up and slipped out of my pants, almost desperate to feel that warm touch.
Though I intended to finish getting undressed, Aryn let out a soft little gasp that stilled me completely. Her eyes settled between my legs, and I'm sure I would have felt some kind of pang of self-consciousness if a look of overwhelming hunger didn't immediately overtake her surprise.
She brought her hand back and gripped the base of my cock with almost shocking speed and strength, as if she'd been given some kind of present. After sidling down a bit and sitting halfway up, she squeezed and slid her hand up along the length until she had the tip in her palm, her breath picking up more.
Where the bright flush had begun to fade after her climax, it returned anew—and maybe even stronger, now. Never taking her eyes off the dual lengths, she moved up to her knees and leaned over me, one elbow positioned between my now-parted thighs, the other hand sort of sneaking toward the second length with feather-light touches along my skin.
Her tongue darted out over her lips, and before I had time to say or do anything else, she leaned down to slide the thick tip past those plump, warm lips of hers.
It was a feeling like nothing else. A buzzing sort of heat spread through me, simultaneously driving me toward both relaxation and tension, a primal urge somewhere deep inside urging me to bury it deep and quick. I managed to hold it back, if only to prolong the sight of her slow exploration.
Seeming to sense my tension, she adjusted her angle and slid down the length, mouth open wide. She was hardly able to get halfway down before seeming to bottom out, but the feeling of her lips stretched tight around me as they passed over each ridge was utterly overwhelming. Or, at least, I thought it was until her free hand came to grasp the upper appendage, sliding from base to tip in a long, firm stroke.
A shudder ran through me and I reflexively jerked my hips up, suddenly breaking through whatever resistance I was up against. The whole of my length up to the thick base slid deep quickly, and her eyes widened before shooting up to mine. It almost looked like panic, but the slight curl of those lips and the smile in her eyes told me it was a kind of pleased surprise.
She lingered there, pumping her head a bit before coming back up and taking a hungry, desperate sort of breath, panting and grinning madly up at me. She seemed proud of herself, and I might have been too if I wasn’t so overcome with the need to have her down to the base immediately.
When I brought a hand to the back of her head, she let out a soft moan and opened her mouth just enough to make her assent clear. She wanted to be taken, and I was more than happy to oblige.
After positioning her just right, I pressed my hips up in a long, firm stroke, passing through the now-slight resistance at the back of her throat, my eyes rolling back as soon as I’d seen her lips move just enough to take in the flared base as well. Every inch of the primary length had been taken in, and the growling demand from deep in my chest broke through my reservations to command my hips.
With every upward press, I pulled her head down to match, pumping her throat, pace rapidly quickening as I felt her tongue swirling around the length and teasing at the base each time I bottomed out. Her hand tightened and stroked in time at the appendage, and we seemed to lock into a perfect pace, though I wasn’t sure how long I could possibly keep control of myself under the tempestuous waves of pleasure that crashed against me from all directions.
The look in Aryn’s eyes was clear—she may never have seen a man before, never been with a Shein, but she was a quick learner. Only when her chest heaved for relief did she give a light tap at my thigh, desperate to take that next precious breath. The moment she had, she was teasing the tip with her tongue again in anticipation of being pushed down the length once more.
Her eyes rolled back as she bottomed out, a half-stifled moan vibrating up from her chest and through me, seemingly in just as much ecstasy as I was. The sight of her so desperate, loving every second of having her throat pounded… it was unbelievable.
Along with the intense stimulation there and what she gave me with those wild strokes of her hand, I found myself digging my heels in to keep from being thrust over the edge. She seemed to know, pulling up for one more breath before leaning forward to swallow my cock, her eyes now fixed on me.
The slavering beast in my depths was unleashed, and it seemed like I was just along for the ride. My hips slammed up wildly, pounding her for an endless instant before I felt the immensity of the orgasm focus down to a point before exploding out like a supernova.
I could feel Aryn’s throat pulsing around me as I filled her. My eyes shut tight, muscles turning steel with the intensity of it all, mind desperately holding on like a passenger white-knuckle on the exterior of the ship as it hurtled through space.
When my senses returned to me in a retracting flash of sudden, visceral reality, I found her nestled in at the crook of my arm, those gorgeous green eyes watching me with no small amount of pleasure, a satisfied little smirk on her lips.
We laid panting in each other’s arms. Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted the forgotten tray of food.
“I think our dinner’s gotten cold,” I joked.
“Worth it.”
Aryn
“It’s nice to wake up without the looming threat of discovery,” Kovor sighed in my ear the next morning. We were in his bed, still naked from the night before. My back was curled against his chest. His arms were around me, holding me as close to him as possible.
“I’ve never slept more soundly in my whole life,” I sighed dreamily. I twisted in his arms to kiss him. I felt him grow hard against my backside.
“You’re utterly maddening.” He planted a trail of kisses from my shoulder to my jaw. “It’s going to be very difficult to leave this bed.”
“Who says you have to leave?” I purred, rocking my hips back against him.
“My daunting responsibility as the owner of this ship,” he replied. “This is the longest I’ve been away from the Rogue Star. Things are bound to be in shambles.”
“I thought you trusted Dejar to handle all that.” I guided his hand up my belly to grasp one of my breasts.
“I do, but he needs my signature for certain things,” Kovor attempted to explain to me despit
e the many distractions I supplied. Now that I’d been with him once, I wanted more. I was addicted to the feeling of his skin against mine. I was addicted to his mouth, his hands, and the wondrous tool between his legs.
“Dejar said to take the day off,” I argued.
“You may not remember, but he’s not actually my boss,” Kovor chuckled. “And here I thought you liked me for my personality.”
“I love you for your personality,” I corrected him. “But I can still like you for the things you can do to me.”
Scenes from the previous night flashed through my mind, and I realized that what he could do to me was just as much speculation as it was experience. We’d worn each other out so thoroughly that I hadn’t had a chance to really have him inside me.
The second I realized it, I felt a sudden rush. Not only was there more to do, more to experience, and more to explore—there probably always would be. Rather than lingering on the memories of last night, my mind began spinning and buzzing with all the things we might get around to doing, whether right away or sometime much later.
That wasn’t what mattered, though. All I could think about then was what he was about to do to me. I wiggled my hips a little against him, looking over my shoulder.
Kovor leaned in and brought his lips to the lobe of my ear, suckling with just enough pressure to leave me whimpering and rocking my hips in earnest. “And just what would you have me do to you, hm?” There was a distinct growl in his voice—one I’d only really heard a little of the night before, right before he climaxed. I could feel something caged in those depths of his, and the more I could draw it out, the happier I’d be.
Being such a swaggering playboy was one thing, and as much as his confidence turned me on, the fact that he had hidden depths of all kinds turned me on a lot more, and in more ways than one.
I wanted to explore him and explore every dimension and depth he had. I knew he felt the same, though maybe in a more literal and explicit sense if the growing hardness against me was any indication.
