Desire's Prisoner (Planet Desire Book 1) (7 page)

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vena simmered. So,
the lout wanted her to find him a mate? She felt his cock lengthen inside her, and her outrage grew. The thought of all the
interviewing
he would have to do before he found the perfect
fit
must be arousing the bastard.

It galled her knowing his desire was ripening at the thought of “dipping his wick” into another woman’s well. And yet, she was getting turned on.

“Perhaps we should retire to your room to discuss this further,” he murmured.

Feeling his cock harden more, she squirmed and sank farther onto his rod. Tomorrow, she told herself, she’d get down to the business of finding him the perfect mate. Someone with black teeth and an ass the size of a Samureen cow.

In the meantime, she shivered and circled her hips around his cock.

“Enough. I’ll have a bed beneath me,” he growled and lifted her off him.

She bent to retrieve her suit, but he grabbed it from her.

“You won’t be needing that.”

Watching him stalk out of the galley, she could only admire the broad shoulders tapering to a lean waist, and the buttocks that flexed above massive thighs.

She sighed and followed. Everyone would be in the atrium. What did it matter if she chased down the hallway after a naked man?

“Captain McClure,” Calandra’s voice halted her. The guard stood at the door of the security surveillance room, her eyes wide as she looked from Adam to Evena.

When Adam tossed Evena’s reclamation suit over his shoulder and nonchalantly stood with his arms crossed over his chest, Evena could have killed him. His cock thrust straight out from the nest of dark hair, still glistening with their come.

For his part, Adam didn’t seem to notice anything unseemly about his nakedness or blatant arousal.

Evena cleared her throat and attempted a similarly nonchalant pose, hoping the guard would miss the blush that burned on her cheeks and chest. She needn’t have worried.

Calandra’s gaze was fixed on the pirate’s waving mast.

“Calandra.” Evena tried a second time to draw the woman’s attention.

Calandra blinked then turned to Evena. “Captain…”

“Yes?” Evena prompted.

The woman’s gaze slid from Evena to Adam. “Perhaps, this should wait,” she murmured.

Impatient with the woman’s fascination for Adam, Evena replied, “It’s all right, Calandra. What was it you needed to tell me?”

Calandra’s gaze returned to Evena.

Evena regretted the attention immediately when she realized she shielded her crotch with her hand. She straightened and tried to pretend that standing naked in a corridor, next to a man whose arousal was large enough to give a mare pause, was an everyday occurrence.

“Captain McClure, shift change is going according to schedule. As we speak, the guards in the atrium are switching out, and Tina’s here to relieve me. She’s already reviewing my logs.”

Growing more mortified by the moment, Evena crossed her arms over her chest, but uncrossed them quickly when she realized the move only pressed her boobs higher. “Good. Just remember the two-ale limit, in case there’s trouble later.” Evena felt a rough palm slide over her buttocks, a not-so-subtle hint they should hurry along.

Calandra’s lips pressed together to suppress her mirth. “I don’t suppose there are more like him at the party, ma’am?”

Ignoring Adam’s blatant attempt at distraction, Evena replied grumpily, “Nineteen more of the horny bastards are present. Don’t worry about being late. I’m sure they’ve exhausted their current partners.” That comment earned her a pinch on her already-inflamed buttocks.

Evena’s legs turned to jelly. A hand slid around her waist to steady her. Strangely, Calandra’s avid stare only heightened Evena’s growing arousal.

“Sure you wouldn’t like some company?” Calandra asked, her gaze fixed to the hardened pebbles of Evena’s breasts.

“Perhaps this would be an opportunity to begin our search?” Adam’s raspy whisper curled her toes. “I’ll let you do the interviewing—I’ll just watch.”

At first, she didn’t understand his meaning—but her body recognized the challenge immediately. Evena’s blood thrummed through her, engorging her nipples and clit, and releasing a gush of creamy response that began to trickle down her thighs. Her mind reeled with shock.
I want him to watch me with a woman.

Adam took charge.
Evena’s arousal was so potent his head swam. He’d bet his last
dinar
Evena had never made love with a woman, so strong was her body’s response to the suggestion. Shock and desire warred in her expression.

With a nod of invitation to the buxom blonde, Adam herded Evena down the corridor with one hand on her ass.

“Name’s Calandra, by the way,” the blonde said dryly.

“I heard. Call me Adam.” He glanced back at Calandra. “She’s never…”

Calandra grinned. “Not from a lack of offers, believe me.”

When they reached Evena’s room, Calandra entered first and began to strip immediately.

At his raised brow, she shrugged. “Don’t want to give you two the chance to rethink this.”

As the suit puddled around her feet, Calandra’s melon-sized breasts made Adam’s mouth go dry, and his cock jerk higher.
What will Evena be tempted to do? What are the secret fantasies she’s denied herself for so long?
He pushed Evena into the room, and then pulled a chair next to the bed. He straddled it backward and looked expectantly toward the women. He’d gotten them both here, the rest was up to Evena. He wondered if she’d have the courage to follow the desire he read in her flushed cheeks and avid stare.

Evena’s heart hammered
in her chest. Although no prude, she’d never before considered a sexual liaison with a woman. Strangely, Calandra’s “attributes” made her mouth water with the thought of taking her breasts into her mouth. She’d tease her nipples into hard points. The blonde hair covering Calandra’s mons beckoned her lower. How would woman-flesh taste on her tongue?

Let Adam squirm. He’d issued the challenge. She’d answer with one of her own. And something was deliciously wicked about going with the flow while Adam watched.
How quickly will he succumb to my seduction?

Somehow, the thought of sharing him with Calandra like this didn’t generate any jealousy. Perhaps the lack of that emotion had something to do with his relinquishing control. He probably didn’t understand how much control he’d given her.

Still unsure how to proceed, Evena knelt on the bed then lifted a hand to invite Calandra to join her.

The blonde knelt in front of her and flipped her long hair behind her shoulders, exposing her breasts to Evena’s fascinated stare.

Evena reached a tentative hand toward a large breast. The velvety texture of the peach-colored nipple invited further exploration. She leaned down and lapped at the nipple. The bud rose easily against her tongue, and Evena couldn’t resist giving it a flicker. Calandra’s gasp encouraged her to deepen the caress, so she swirled her tongue around the nipple, at the same time sucking it into her mouth.

Calandra dug her fingers into Evena’s hair and pressed her face closer. “More. Suck it harder,” she whispered.

Emboldened by her success, Evena widened her mouth to take more of the breast inside the cavern of her mouth and increased the suction until the woman’s nipple lengthened. At Calandra’s urging, Evena chewed gently on the distended tips.

Calandra’s breath hitched, and her breasts tightened.

Feeling powerful and infinitely sensual, Evena buried her face in the lush breast.
So, this is how it feels. No wonder men love to play with tits.

Calandra fell backward onto the bed, her arms open.

Evena followed, straddling the woman’s hips, continuing her assault on her nipples, alternately abrading them with her teeth then licking to soothe.

Calandra’s hips undulated upwards, her bush scraping Evena’s open cunt.

Both women moaned.

Flexing her hips, Evena met the next stroke. The flesh between her legs quivered with excitement.
How does a man feel when he blankets a woman?
Licking a path up Calandra’s neck, she aligned their bodies so they faced each other.

Calandra’s smile was sultry, her face flushed with excitement. Remembering they had an audience, Evena gave a sideways glance at Adam to gauge his reaction.

His cheeks were ruddy, his chest rising and falling rapidly. A single eyebrow raised—a challenge to see whether she would go on.

Evena looked down at Calandra. “He hasn’t suffered enough, yet.”

Calandra grinned and gripped Evena’s ass, pressing them closer, until they lay mons-to-mons.

Evena savored the moment. Soft on top of softer. Warm skin, spiced musk—they traded soft murmurs of appreciation. She lapped at Calandra’s tongue. “I didn’t know,” she whispered. “It’s so powerful.”

“I know. Empowering. I’ve been waiting to show you,” Calandra said, then licked over Evena’s mouth.

Evena forgot Adam’s watchful gaze. Instead, she couldn’t help the thought-consuming passion that kept her awareness glued to every inch of skin where their bodies pressed intimately together. Bush, tummy, and dear God, breasts. Evena’s mounds flattened against Calandra’s, her nipples stabbing the other woman’s breasts.

She circled her tits, all the while staring at Calandra’s lips. She’d never kissed a woman, but wondered how different her mouth would feel from a man’s when it was pressed to hers.

Calandra’s lips moved. “Shall we?” She again stuck out her tongue and drew a line along the seam of Evena’s mouth.

Eyes drifting shut, Evena gasped and closed her mouth over soft lips, deepening the kiss, her hands framing the other woman’s face. Her face, her lips. So soft, so hot. Calandra’s tongue dove inside her mouth, sweeping over her tongue and teeth. The kiss deepened, and liquid response trickled from Evena’s cunt.

Evena slipped a leg between Calandra’s, rubbing her thigh against the woman’s moist pussy. Calandra reciprocated, and Evena ground down, riding her leg.

Hands separated her buttocks, and fingers traced the path between. Small, slender fingertips rubbed a circle around Evena’s anus, pressing inward until the finger slipped inside.

Unraveling, Evena flung back her head and rocked, but it wasn’t enough. She pushed away, sliding lower, and Calandra caressed her shoulders, encouraging her to explore.

Evena sat up and cupped her own breasts in her hands, pressing them together, and then tugging on the nipples to harden them more. Then, with a hand guiding one breast, Evena bent, ass rising in the air, to trace the contours of Calandra’s body with her distended nipple—over mountainous breasts, pouting nipples, then lower across her downy belly, dipping into the concave well of her belly button.

When she reached the nest of dark blonde hair, Evena paused to part Calandra’s legs, and then knelt between them. She spread Calandra’s lips and rubbed her nipple over the hard kernel of the woman’s clit.

“Christ, you learn fast.” Calandra dug her fingers into Evena’s hair as she writhed, her hips pumping. “
Ohmygod
, eat me,” she pleaded.

Evena’s already-drenched pussy spasmed, producing a sucking sound. She smiled when she heard Adam’s groan, but she was too far gone to pay attention to him now. Calandra’s excitement was a drum beating a pulse and throbbing between her legs.

She sank her face down between the vee of Calandra’s thighs and rolled her chin and mouth around her sopping pussy. She tasted.
Salty, musky—like mine on Adam’s lips—but different.

“Yes, yes. Oh, Christ, eat me,” Calandra keened, pumping her hips so vigorously, Evena gripped her ass to hold her pussy to her mouth.

Evena’s own cunt moistened, pulsing as she licked along the seam of Calandra’s. Then Evena darted her tongue inside as far as she could reach. With her fingers, she pulled back the hood that protected the swollen clit and rubbed her fingers in vigorous circles.

Calandra thrashed on the bed, and then she cried, “Please, please, please. I need his dick inside me.”

Wanting to see that, too, Evena lifted her gaze to look at Adam. His head was lowered, his gaze as dark and intent as a raging bull. She lapped at Calandra’s pussy while she held his stare.
Will he break before I ask him to do it?

His jaw clenched, nostrils flaring. His hands clenched the back of the chair.

Calandra bucked. “I need his dick.
Now!
”

Satisfied Adam was leaving her in charge, Evena withdrew from the end of the bed. Looking down at him, she pointed toward the woman’s open thighs. “Check the fit.”

Adam’s gaze never left hers as he stood, his cock impossibly huge, a drop of pre-ejaculate glistening at the tip.

Evena reached a finger to wipe the drop from his dick, and then brought it to her mouth. “Mine,” she said, licking her finger clean, a warning in her eyes.

Adam’s cheeks grew redder, his chest and shoulders rippling as he clenched his fists. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded, his voice hoarse.

Evena mocked him with a raised eyebrow. “Fuck her doggie-style.”
Did I just say that?