Girl Fever (17 page)

“That remains to be seen.” His eyes swept over her, but his tone was as curt as hers was flirtatious. “Step this way.

“Wait,” I piped up. “I'll handle it. I saw everything.”

“You sure?”

I nodded and he relinquished his grip on Mina's arm. “She's all yours, Gibson.”

“But we were having so much fun—ouch! Not so rough.” She yelped as I dragged her away to the office, knowing she was enjoying every moment.

I slammed the door and rounded on her. “Dammit, Mina! What have I told you about coming to my job? I could get fired.”

“I missed you.”

“Next time, send a text.”

She pouted, her full lips poking out deliciously. “That's not very personal.” She leaned into me. “And you aren't being very nice. I went through a lot of trouble for you.”

“I. Am. At. Work.” I said it through clenched teeth, although the truth was that I was having trouble
focusing on anything except her luscious mouth and the soft breasts pressing so firmly against my chest.

“I just wanted to kiss my girl.” She leaned over until her mouth was a mere inch from mine. “But if you want me to go…”

Yes. Sort of. Not at all. “Now you're getting it.”

“Fine.” She sighed dramatically as she stepped back. “Go on and book me so I can go home. Alone.”

“Oh, hell, come here.” I grabbed Mina's face and kissed her.

“Again,” she breathed in my ear.

Sadly, that was all it took. I pulled her close, my tongue exploring her eager mouth. Our bodies melted together as my hands ran down her back and squeezed her ass.

“God, you're packing, aren't you?” When I didn't answer, she brushed her pelvis gently against mine. “I can feel your cock between my thighs.”

If she kept that up, I was going to come on the spot. “Cute.” Reluctantly, I released her. “You got your kiss. Now get going.”

“Feel this.” Mina guided my hand under her skirt and rubbed it against her bare lips.

“Mina—somebody might come.”

Mina gave me her best sex siren look. “They think you're hauling me off to Sing Sing. We've got time.” She pulled my fingers back. “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered. “It's all I can think about.”

“Then go masturbate,” I said as sternly as I could,
even as my fingers betrayed me and started to explore on their own accord. “You shaved.”

“Yep.” Mina inched her skirt up, giving me a fabulous view of her handiwork. “Took me all morning.”

My hand was full of her warm cunt and as I ran my thumb over her clit, her eyelids flickered. Decision time. “Wait here.”

Before good sense could intervene, I locked the door. The click was ominously loud…and a little satisfying.

“On your knees, prisoner.”

She sank down on the cold floor, every inch a queen on her knees. I practically ripped my zipper open, never taking my eyes off her face, and pulled out my cock. It was my pride and joy, six inches of thick, brown silicone; I sometimes wore it for confidence as well as utility.

“Suck my cock.”

She raised her eyebrow. “What?”

“You heard me. Suck my cock.”

With a loud sniff, she parted her lips and wrapped them firmly around the shaft. I loved getting head just for the visual and the sounds she made as the spit-covered dildo slid in and out of her mouth until I was creaming and couldn't wait another minute.

“Stand up.”

As she scrambled to her feet, I pushed her against the desk and kicked her legs open. I rubbed the cock against her slippery lips and thrust into her with one movement. She cried out, but bent until she was flat against the desktop, giving me full access to her dripping hole.

I wasn't gentle, pulling at her hips as I pounded into her, but she pushed back against me, her muffled grunts propelling me closer and closer to orgasm.

“Come for me, baby.” I reached for her clit with one hand, the other sliding under her shirt until I found a nipple. “Come on.”

I brushed my lips against the back of her neck, feeling her tremble beneath me, trying to keep my own orgasm at bay. Then finally, she stiffened and came against me, her release triggering mine.

When we could stand, we adjusted our now-rumpled clothes. “So, officer, what's my sentence?”

“Looked like an accident to me.”

She winked before leaving. I waited a beat before rejoining the party. Mina probably thought she'd won, but she was getting a hell of a surprise Monday at work.

 

 

 

 

 

I
wake up in pain, of course—but wet. Do I ask Geena, my personal care assistant, to bring me an oxycodone, or attempt to access nature's painkiller instead? My joints unlock just enough for me to slide a hand under the covers and stroke my clit. Endorphins it is.

There's a knock at the door. Shit! I yank my hand away, groaning as fire bursts in my shoulder. Where's a tissue? I need to wipe my fingers before Geena… Too late. The door opens—to Holly.

“Hi, cuteness,” she says.

I hiss, “Come in. And shut the door!”

She does, sitting on the chair next to my bed, her eyebrows raised.

“I was diddling,” I say. “I thought you were Geena.”

“No, she just left for the post office. She'll be back
in fifteen minutes. She asked me to check on you if you woke.”

I grin. “So you're here to see to my needs?”

“I'm not on duty long,” Holly teases.

“Do we need ‘long'?”

“I don't know. Do we?” Holly hops onto the bed. I wince at the mattress's movement jarring my bones. Holly ignores my grimace. I'm grateful. I want to have fun, not be Sick Girl.

Super quick, she whips back the covers and slides her hand under my panties, her middle finger parting my lips.

I moan. I'd forgotten how good that feels. We almost never touch because of my pain.

“Wow,” Holly murmurs. “You
did
start without me.”

I can't manage actual words after that, just sounds: A gasp when she dips her index finger into my cunt, a moan when she pulls it right back out. A melting sigh as she brings my juice to my clit and makes small circles.

Back and forth she moves from cunt to clit, dipping and circling. I'm lost in pleasure. She slides closer so she can reach my breast with her other hand, jostling me. I flinch.

“Oh, I'm sorry.” Holly pulls her hand away. “I didn't mean to—”

“Shut up,” I mumble. “Keep going.”

Holly chuckles and fumbles under my T-shirt, finding my nipple and gently squeezing it. The heat zings right
down to my clit. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” I murmur. Holly's hands go still.

“Hey!” I whine. Does she want me to beg?

Holly is frowning at my bedside clock. “Geena's gonna be back soon.”

“Fuck me now!” I say.

She doesn't need telling twice.

She slides her already-wet index and middle fingers into my cunt, and pumps in and out, using her thumb to ride my clit. It's exquisite, and I just hang in that bliss for as long as I can, until the waves become too strong. My cunt starts to flutter, and Holly squeezes my nipple, hard.

I give way, screaming and squirting, shoving away the thoughts about how I'll handle the aftermath with Geena. I buck against Holly's hand, dimly aware that normally such gymnastics would require massive pharmaceutical intervention. I know I'll pay for this later, but I don't care. I feel so damn good, so happy—for once—to be in
this
body.

Holly is still going, trying for a second round, but I can feel the spasms starting—the unfun kind elsewhere in my body. The immobilizing pain is coming.

“Stop, stop,” I say weakly. I crab-walk a hand to cover hers on my breast. I beam at her. “That was great, but I need to stop.”

“How about a cuddle—for afters?” She gives me puppy-dog eyes because we both know what my answer has to be.

“My afters is going to be a couple of Percocet.” I try to offer some hope. “I might be up for cuddling later.”

“Okay,” she says, still looking sad.

“C'mere,” I say.

She moves closer.

“No, closer!” If I had the strength, I'd pull her right against me.

When our noses are an inch apart, I take her chin and guide her in for a kiss. A long kiss.

“My goodness,” she says, when we draw breath. “How forward of you!” She bats her eyelashes.

“I thought I owed you that much, considering.”

“Considering I just gave you a screaming, ejaculating orgasm?”

“Yes, that.”

“Okay.” Holly stands up, looking out my window. “Here's Geena. I'll go tell her you just woke up in pain and to bring you your pills.”

“Wait!”

Holly pauses at the door, staring bemusedly at the big, wet cum stains on my underwear and sheets. She lifts her nose and sniffs like a rabbit. “Gosh,” she says, wide-eyed. “Did you know it
reeks
of sex in here? I'll ask Geena to turn on the air filter.”

“No, please!” Can she really be so vengeful? “Tell her to bring me a towel because, um…” I look wildly around the room.

Holly picks the water bottle off my nightstand and dumps it on my lap.

“Hey!” I shriek.

“Oh, dear,” she says, and slaps her cheek. “You knocked your water bottle over when you woke up! Should I tell her you need help changing and making the bed?”

“Ye-es,” my teeth chatter. “Th-thank you
s-s-s-so
much.”

“No problem,” she says sweetly, her hand on the doorknob.

“Holly?”

“Yeah?”

“You'll have to earn your ‘afters'—again—after that little stunt.”

“I'm counting on it.” She steps out the door, calling, “Geena, you're back!”

 

 

 

 

 

T
he airlock hatch bumps my shoulder, trying to close.

I swallow at the sight of Cyfal's asscheeks, bisected by the safety harness's straps.

She is naked and I already want her so badly that my breathing hitches.

The harness holds each thigh, her hips, ribs and shoulders. The single side of a
Y
-strap attaches to the bulkhead and the double side is clipped to her shoulder rings.

Cyfal started without me. Her hand is between her legs; her elbow moves in jagged circles. Perhaps she thought I'd chicken out. She is brash, volatile. Her come-on made my pulse pound in my cunt. I may be quiet and steady, but I want to see her explode when I fuck her.

I push into the airlock and float to her attachment point. The air lock auto-seals behind me and Cyfal jolts at the clang. When she turns, I unzip my jumpsuit from neck to crotch, exposing the safety harness against my skin, as instructed. The slick webbing slides against me, warm, when I reach for a tether.

Before I can clip in, Cyfal tugs her tether and shoots toward me. I catch her and absorb most of the impact. She settles into me, arms around my shoulders and one leg between mine, while the rest of her energy rebounds us toward the middle of the air lock. I restrain the impulse to grab for the attachment handle.

The girl is good in zero gee. We end up floating near the end of her tether. With her face above mine, I can tuck my lips into the hollow of her collarbone and inhale her smell, unmasked by perfume. It glows from her heated pores and floats, concentrated, from her cunt.

Cyfal says, “You came.” Her voice carries excitement and vibrates my lips as I kiss my way across her throat.

“Of course. I want you.”

“Have you ever been naked in vacuum?”

I lift her breast into my mouth and scrape her areola with my teeth, then suck. Scrape, then suck. Cyfal hums and stretches her arms above her head. My hand slides down the floating curve of her breast to her ribs and waist while I create a slow rhythm, pulling on her nipples. When she shivers and contracts, her hands shove at the shoulders of my jumpsuit.

I release her to pull my arms out of the suit. Cyfal
scrapes her nails across my back and I purr against her sternum. At the sound, she turns them edge-on and scratches me hard. I grunt at the sudden pain and bite the side of her breast.

Cyfal turns wild in my arms. She runs her hands and nails over my shoulders, around my waist, across my belly. She clamps her legs around my thigh so I can't drift off, thrusts one hand into my jumpsuit, and digs through my pubic hair to seek out my clit. The other hand pinches and twists my nipples. I twitch and moan. Too much, too hard, too quickly.

Cyfal squeezes my clit between two fingers and makes small, fast circles. An unexpected rush convulses me, a quick and dirty orgasm that flattens me with amazement. I push Cyfal down on my thigh, hard, both hands on her waist, and she lowers her head for a deep, sudden kiss. Our first.

We get to know each other's mouths until my back bumps gently against the air lock bulkhead. Cyfal pulls a double tether from an attachment point and clips it to her hip rings. “So. Are you a vacuum virgin?”

I had forgotten the question. “Naked?”

Cyfal's lips curl. “That's a yes.”

She clips the other ends to my shoulder rings and takes up most of the slack. I hold her to me by the strap around her hips and we press our lips together again. Breaking the soft suction, Cyfal raises her head. She rocks her clit against my thigh muscle, writhing in slow motion. I can smell my cunt on the hand she grips my
shoulder with. It mixes with her cunt's smell soaking the nubby fabric of my suit. The blend makes me breathe deeply, intoxicated.