That tongue. Holy shit, his tongue.
He was talented and focused and ruthless. I was so needy that with a few well-placed flicks, I came. My back arched over his desk, toes curling as I cried out. If my mind wasn’t made of cotton candy fluff from what had just happened, then I’d wonder how a woman who’d never had an orgasm from a guy before suddenly came with a little oral. But I couldn’t process. I didn’tcare. I just needed more because it didn’t cut the edge of my need.
Pushing up on my elbows, I looked down at him–at the glistening wetness on his mouth and chin. That was me. I did that.
His eyes, so eager to please and fierce to fuck.
“I need more,” I practically begged.
“Fingers this time,” he said.
I frowned, but he didn’t explain, only showed. Two thick digits slid into me and found–
“RIGHT THERE!” I shouted as I rolled my hips. Holy hell, that felt good. What was that spot?
I might have heard him snicker, so I reached down, took hold of his silver hair and pulled his mouth right onto my clit.
He got the point and worked me up to a second orgasm in record time again with his fingers and mouth.
Then a third.
When I was a wilted, semi-sated mess, he stood, wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. His cock was even harder than when I had a hold of it. Angry and a dark red. Fluid wept from the tip.
“Fuck me,” I said on a growl.
He manhandled me with ease, flipping me onto my stomach so I stared at the cold, hard surface. My toes barely touched the floor. A hand settled on my butt and opened me, then a foot kicked my feet wide.
I glanced over my shoulder at him. He set a hand on the desk beside my head and loomed over me.
And thrust.
In one forceful motion, he filled me to the brim and then some, hitting spots and places I didn’t know existed.
“Yes,” I hissed, my eyes falling closed. He felt soooo much better than my vibrator back home. “More.”
One thing about this guy, he obeyed. He fucked me until I came, not once, but twice more, then went blind, then hoarse from screaming from the pleasure when I heard him growl, grip, then fill me to overflowing with his cum, then–
I passed out, only waking up who-knew-how-long later in his lap.
“Better?”
I blinked, breathed in his familiar, spectacular scent. “Wow. Um, yeah. Did I faint?”
“Mmm hmm.”
His big, warm hand stroked my back, bringing me back slowly. The feel of his pants against my bare thighs stirred my brain. I was naked. Completely naked. He was still in his uniform. I felt his cock, as hard as ever, against my bare hip. That was the only part of him exposed.
I’d come to another planet and the first thing I did was have sex. Amazing sex. This planet was worth staying on just for that.
No. I needed to go back to Earth. I knew nothing about this planet other than there were guys with guns after me, a big shot military guy knew how to fuck, and I learned I could come like a porn star.
“I sense your thoughts have shifted from orgasms to something else,” he said. His voice was a deep, reassuring rumble.
“Transport.”
“Ah.”
“I need to go back to the transport room,” I told him.
