Sex or Suffer [Dark Colony 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

“Will you put your cock inside my pussy and fuck me?” The question purred from her lips as if another personality had taken over her body, mind and soul. Perhaps it had. Did she ever recall what she’d said during the “sexual episode” later on? He’d have to remember to ask. After not touching for two solid hours, she suddenly had her hands down his pants before he could agree to her demand.

“Yes,” he said officially, although it didn’t look like she would take no for an answer.

“Excellent.” She put her face at his throat and licked a wet path from his jaw to his chin to his mouth. “I burn for you.” She planted her mouth over his as if he needed more convincing.

Gray slid his pants down and kicked them away as she tore off her meager clothing.

“Do you remember my experiment?” he asked.

She launched herself at him without responding. The animal instinct to mate overrode absolutely all other reason—especially when it hurt not to copulate. One hand grasped his cock, and the other slipped around his neck to hold him tight for an aggressive, scorching kiss.

Gray sunk his hand between her legs and stroked her clit once, but she pulled her hips away as if he’d done something wrong. He grabbed her into his arms and placed her gently on her bed. Pulling her legs apart quickly, he mounted her seconds later, and his stiff cock thrust deeply into her several times. Concentrating on the tight fit and wet slick nirvana of her pussy, Gray watched the expressions on her face and the utter raw arousing idea of the act as he came as fast as he could.

It was actually an odd experience to climax so fast inside a woman during sex. Not exactly counting the strokes, but knowing he fell way short of twenty, Gray released with a guttural sound and sprayed her womb with his seed. He’d broken every speedy teenaged sexual record he’d ever remembered, but at least this time she didn’t cry or writhe in pain by the time he’d finished.

Quickie sex to the rescue. He hated it. Sex should be languorous and completely unhurried in his opinion. The moment after his orgasm spilled into her pussy, and he recovered a bit, Gray kissed her mouth. He removed his dick and placed his hand between her legs again. She didn’t resist as he lowered to capture a nipple into his mouth. She tasted like heaven. Rolling his tongue over the hardness of the peak, he heard a low sound from her throat. She moaned when he stuck two fingers deeply inside her pussy. Her near growl of approval at his actions in what sounded like pleasure warmed him. He continued fingering her clit until she soon arched her back and called out his name. That was nice. Something he could certainly get used to hearing.

“Gray.” The shy sound of her voice saying his name in a whisper of gratitude touched somewhere deep inside his soul.

He kissed her mouth and buried his face at her neck.

“So I guess my limit is three and a half hours.” The heart wrenching tone of her voice would have put him on his knees if he’d been standing.

“And I can’t touch your clit or make any effort whatsoever to bring you any pleasure during the act until I come inside you.”

“Not surprising. I can’t imagine the barbarians who developed this would care if their victims were satisfied or pleasured.”

“Do you remember the detailed events of the…act afterward?”

“Somewhat. It’s like a red haze fills my vision and fuels my compulsion until it’s all over. The second you climaxed, I woke up, so to speak.” She sniffed once and the sudden tremble of her body signaled she wept. He knew she hated the emotional impact of the disease. Pulling her close, Gray kissed her face and tried his best to comfort her.

“I’m so sorry. It’s not awful being with you, but this disease is so terrible I don’t think I can stand it much longer.” She sniffed and another sob broke forth followed by yet another on its heels, until she cried with deep shuddering spasms wracking her body.

“Shh. Yes, you can. I’ll help you. I’ll increase power to the ship’s engines and get us to your destination even faster.”

“Thank you.” She inhaled and then the fight seemed to leave her body and moments later she was sound asleep. “You know what I hate most of all?”

“Yes. You hate to cry.”

A watery smile of gratitude lit her features. “That’s exactly right. Thanks for understanding.”

She woke him a couple of hours later and he made love to her once more. Soft, sweet, leisurely and just exactly how he liked intimate encounters, Gray was fast becoming very infatuated with the lovely Dr. Drake.

Penelope slipped into another sleep shortly afterwards and he held her close until it came time for his shift to begin. He pulled away from her slowly to keep from waking her. She only sighed in her sleep as he collected his clothing. He set the room cleanser program on a delay to run a minute after he left. He didn’t want any residual scent of his to linger behind to make her suffer later on.

Gray knew he should take care not to get too deeply involved with Dr. Drake, but knew in his heart it was already too late for that now. There wasn’t anything he wouldn’t do to help her.

Angelica waited only thirty minutes after Cahill’s shift ended before approaching his room. On a personal mission for intimate knowledge of Cahill and his luscious body, a spring in her step made the journey very fast. Her first six hours off duty after he’d relieved her on the command deck were spent pacing in her room.

Should she make the first move? Or not.

She never chased men. They in fact chased after her most of the time. But not Cahill. He was Mr. Regulation. This transferal of pursuit wasn’t comfortable. Not at all.

Standing before his quarters, Angelica paused and reconsidered her actions. The worst he could do was turn her down. The best scenario, and the one she hoped for, was that he would take her into his room and…well, take her. Repeatedly would be nice.

Before prudence could stop her, she pressed the signal to buzz inside.

The door slid open before she could change her mind or run in panic. Jeremy Cahill, fresh from a shower and wrapped in only a towel fastened at his hips, grinned and beckoned her inside with a tilt of his head.

Angelica took one long step and entered his private sanctuary. Once inside, the door whooshed shut and they were finally alone. He was close, so close she could smell the fragrant soap from his shower still clinging to his muscular body. Seeing him shirtless for the first time made her insides melty and her outsides vividly aroused. She took a step forward, and they were toe to toe. If he was surprised she currently stood in his room, he hid it well.

“What brings you here, Lieutenant Brice?” His voice never failed to instigate a spike in her pulse.

“I came to ask you a question.”

His gaze pierced to her core. “Ask.”

“What would it take to get you interested in me enough to take action?”

“Depends on the type of action you’re looking for.” His lips curved upward at the ends ever so slightly. “Besides, what makes you think I’m not already interested enough to,” his gaze slid down her body quickly, “take action.”

Tilting her head to one side she pierced him with her most interested gaze. “I guess the fact I’m inside your room for the first time since we met, we aren’t touching yet, and I’m still dressed.”

His bark of laughter took her off guard, but not as much as when he grabbed her tight, lifted her up and slung her around until she lay flat on her back on his bunk with his half naked body covering hers.

“Is this more in line with the kind of action you’re looking for?”

“Sort of. It’s a nice move and everything, but I’m still not undressed, and we’re only barely touching.”

“Patience, Angelica. I’m not a man who hurries this sort of thing.” He lowered his face until he almost kissed her, but didn’t.

“Kiss me.”

A grin surfaced across his lovely mouth slowly, and he shook his head. “Not quite yet.”

Cahill shifted on the bed, but his towel remained firmly attached to his body. He had a great chest. The alpha-numeric markings denoting his former rank and battles tattooed across his chest and upper arm were a major turn on she hadn’t anticipated. Slowly, and with methodical care, he peeled Angelica’s clothing off until she was completely naked. He then dropped his towel and climbed on top of her.

Warm and a little damp around the edges from his shower, Jeremy Cahill finally kissed her for the first time and with the first touch of his lips to hers, Angelica knew she’d remember it forever. Gentle at first, exploratory next and powerfully arousing for the finale, Cahill certainly knew his way around a soul searching French kiss.

“Nice,” he murmured and kissed her lightly once again.

Angelica wrapped her arms around his neck to hold him in place as if he might leap up and run from her. It was silly. Being beneath a large attractive man she’d spent so much time thinking about for so long made the reality a little bit unbelievable.

Pressed to his flesh from shoulders to toes and also completely naked was very sudden and very exciting. She’d dreamed of being naked and pressed to Cahill’s masculine length for so long the quality of this moment seemed dreamlike in its intensity.

Was she in her room having yet another wicked dream? Would she wake from this dream with her fingers buried in her pussy or rubbing her clit? Would his name rest on her lips ready to burst forth once gratification satisfied her longing even during her restless sleep yet again?

Maybe she should pinch him to see if this were really happening.

“Am I dreaming?”

He sucked her lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently before releasing it. “God, I hope not.”

“Tell me something. If I hadn’t initiated this by showing up in your room, would you have ever come to me?”

“I’d like to say yes, and I certainly had the desire, but not the will to ruin my career by revealing my feelings if you weren’t interested. Why do you ask?”

Angelica smiled. “I just wanted to make sure this wasn’t a pity fuck.” She pushed at him playfully as if to dislodge him from her body, but he didn’t budge.

“I’m about to ravenously enjoy someone in a very carnal fashion who at worst outranks me part time and at best is still a fellow peer. Either way I should likely keep my hands to myself. But I can promise you no pity will be involved in what is about to happen between us.”

“I see. Maybe we should stop and talk about the possibilities and problems.”

Cahill pushed a kiss onto her cheek and murmured, “Do you really want me to stop?”

“No. I just didn’t want to be with someone who wasn’t interested in me in return.”

“Oh. I’m interested. But I didn’t feel like it was up to me to make the first move.”

“But you wanted to?”

“Since the second I laid eyes on you, honey. Believe it.”

A warm rush washed down Angelica’s insides. She
did
believe it. And time was wasting. “We only have six hours, and I’ve talked enough. Do you have any questions?”

“Tell me, Lieutenant, what is your end plan?”

“End plan? Explain.”

“Is this going to be one time, many times or as many times as it takes until you’re tired of me?”

“No promises after this one, but I’m open to further…engagements, if all goes well tonight.”

“Then I’ll make sure it all goes well.”

This time he lowered his head and fastened his lips to hers. Mouth parting gently, he licked between her lips with tender persuasion until their tongues touched. Hot, wet, and likely the most seductive and arousing kiss she’d ever experienced, Angelica slanted her mouth over his and opened all the way. He wrapped his tongue around hers in a lazy satisfying fashion, not too demanding, but aggressive enough to make her heart pound just a little faster.

For a second kiss, it rated in the top five she’d ever received in her life. The top of the list was the first one he’d given her only moments before. He sucked her tongue into his mouth and growled a little as if he also didn’t expect it to be so wonderful and shuttled
this
kiss up the list to number one.

So busy with the hot, sizzling touch of his lips, she didn’t realize his hand had snaked down her body until his thumbnail skimmed over one taut nipple. The electric zing of pleasure from the small touch sent a racing pulse of vibrant sensation all the way to her clit.

Angelica wrapped her arms around Cahill’s back and scratched her fingernails from his shoulder blades to the small of his back. She paused a moment, and then sent her fingertips exploring the firm muscles of his sculpted ass.

His cock was lodged between her legs, but not close enough to where she wanted it. Inside. Deep. She wiggled her hips hoping to convey her interest in joining their bodies soon.

Cahill broke from the kiss long enough to whisper, “What’s your hurry?”

“I’ve waited quite a while for this opportunity. You can even say I’ve dreamed about this moment…repeatedly. I’m simply anxious.” She pulled one of her legs from beneath his and wrapped her calf across the back of his thighs to force his body closer.

“Give me a few more minutes to play, Lieutenant. I had something else in mind.” He kissed her chin, slid his body down a little and kissed the base of her throat at the collarbone. He licked his way to one nipple and pulled the sensitive bud in between his lips. Tugging it into his warm mouth, he sucked until she arched her back. A wash of moisture coated her pussy.