He was huge. His thighs were the size of small tree trunks. Typical of most men, his legs were splayed wide and the bulge in his pants was too big to be real.
Holy shit, this guy was hot from the waist down. He smelled like the most amazing cologne I could imagine, so good I wanted to bury my nose in his thigh and snuggle in. His cock was huge. The muscles in his legs bulged beneath a form fitting uniform that left nothing to my imagination, not that I would have been able to come up with anything better.
What did he look like? A compulsion I couldn’t seem to control came over me and I shifted so I could peek up at his face.
He was freaking gorgeous. Drop dead, take-me-now gorgeous. White hair so bright it looked almost silver fell to his shoulders and framed a cut jaw, high cheekbones, and eyes the color of sapphires, eyes which were staring straight at me.
3
General Addan Natosi, Insuri Planetary Defense, Alpha Station
This was new.A female was on her knees beneath my desk. It was impossible not to get instantly hard at the way her blue gaze had been eyeing my cock like she was running hot, as if she needed to climb in my lap and use me for her pleasure.
She certainly wasn’t here to service me. It was my role as a male to service her. Unless this scenario was a fantasy of hers. Or perhaps she wished to take on a submissive role for once? A female’s burdens were heavy. They ruled the planet, governed, led learning institutions, places of business.
Perhaps this one wished to give over her thoughts to me. For me to carry any of her hefty responsibilities. My shoulders were broad. My muscles were sturdy enough to handle anything.
First, I had to know her intentions. I was instantly hard and ready for whatever her answer may be.
I pushed back with my feet, allowing my desk chair to shift to give her some room.
“Hello,” I murmured.
Her throat worked as she swallowed. “Hi.”
The one syllable was soft and the apprehension I heard in it matched the expression on her pretty face.
When she didn’t move from her hiding place, I crooked my finger and offered her a smile. “My lady, are you on your knees for a reason?”
Her blue eyes lowered to my cock again. She licked her lips and I felt that caress of her tongue in my balls. I stifled a groan.
“I… I–”
“You are drawn to my cock.”
Her eyes flared wide, as if my words were too bold. I only stated truth. She couldn’t seem to look away.
My hands slid up my thighs to the front of my uniform pants. The dark color did nothing to hide my desire. I took a deep breath, scented hers. “You wish to inspect it before you ride it?”
I pushed my chair back a little further, as if coaxing her out from under the desk, and perhaps of her shyness. I had never met an Insurian female so timid before. Usually, they were bold, brazen even, in slaking their lusts. If she wanted my cock, it would be in her hands, mouth or pussy right now.
Tentatively, she crawled forward so her head came out from beneath the desktop. Hair like fire caught the room light. Her features were delicate and soft, her bright blue eyes wide, her pale cheeks flushed pink. Perfect rosy lips accentuated the refined edge of her jaw. Without doubt, this female was of noble blood. Which would explain her boldness in being here.
“Who are you?” I didn’t much care what family she belonged to. She was beautiful and I had not been with a female in some time. I rarely left the building, too busy dealing with never-ending pirate attacks and other threats to our planet. The queen’s constant isolation of Insuri created problems I had not been able to overcome. Corruption was rampant and many ofour soldiers had joined the pirate crews. Better pay and far fewer rules.
I reached down and rubbed her bottom lip with my thumb. Fuck, she was as soft as she looked.
“Paige. My name is Paige.” A deep inhale stretched her blindingly bright top–a color I’d never seen in a garment before–across her ample breasts. I imagined cupping them, sucking on them, tugging or even biting to slake her desire.
I had not heard the name. Perhaps she was not noble, but a commoner. Irrelevant. She was a female in need, and I was willing to provide whatever service she required.
I opened my pants and with each inch that spread, her eyes widened further and further. Reaching in, I grabbed the base and pulled my cock free. I couldn’t stop the sigh that slipped past my lips at the relief of no longer being confined.
“Wait!” she squeaked, her gaze shifting away. Then back. Then away. I was big. Plenty for her to study.
“This is an interesting fantasy, my lady,” I murmured. “Playing the shy virgin?”
She huffed and the corner of her mouth tipped. No woman over the age of nineteen was a virgin, having partaken in a cock-servicing then, if not well before, that time. Sex was a primal need for a female.
