Chapter 3
Linc climbed the steep incline, reaching the top in good time. He dropped down, lying prone, and opened his pack. The timer dinged. He’d beaten the alarm. He removed a long scope he used to look through the windows of the enclosed glass courtyard where most of the girls ate. He spotted Gissandre in her usual seat. She laughed with her friends who had bleached their hair to look like hers. It didn’t have the same hue that natural hair did. It likely wouldn’t feel silky in his hand either, not the way hers had.
The memories of that night came crashing back as she leaned forward to say something to a friend with exactly the same open expression she’d had when he suggested he teach her about sex.
That night, she stood and rounded the fire on her toes, moving like an elite corp Linzen dancer. He caught the hem of the skin shirt and started to lift it, but she gripped his forearms and held off the movement. He glanced at her long, tapered fingers, fighting the urge to overpower her. She was right; her beauty tested his restraint.
“I’d rather stay covered. Please?” she said.
He nodded, though what he really craved was to have her naked beneath his mouth and hands. He set her on a smooth stone ledge and knelt in front of her. He’d never tasted a girl’s innocence. All the sexual encounters he’d had were after he was a warrior. Every woman he’d been with knew well how to spread her legs or part her lips for his hard cock. And his own mouth had never been a part of things, but he knew where the source of a woman’s pleasure lay. His crew, which included a medical man, had had plenty to say on the subject.
Her nervousness was obvious by the way she trembled and pressed her thighs together. His chest expanded as he took a deep breath. His heart thudded steadily, and lust drove that blood directly to his cock.
“Gissandre,” he whispered, putting her left leg over his shoulder. He lifted her other leg, holding her thigh in his hand and pushing it back toward her chest.
She let out a soft moan.
He smiled. Just having her legs open was new and exciting. He bent his head, inhaling the salty and sweet bouquet. She would taste like the sea at first, but then he would coax her body’s nectar onto his tongue, and he would know what she herself tasted like.
The springy curls tickled his nose as he pressed forward. His tongue licked between her folds. He swallowed the salt and sucked slowly on the insides of her delicate lips. Her shivering eased, replaced by movements meant to allow him deeper access. Her legs loosened and her back arched. He ran his tongue in slow circles around her clit, then laved it.
“Mythic gods,” she whispered, grabbing his hair and pressing on his back with her heel.
He dropped his tongue down to her littlest hole and pressed against it. She let him probe it with the tip of his tongue, trusting him in ways he hadn’t expected. What a pleasurable little treasure she’d be for her husband. Would she let her husband push her legs up and back, exposing both pretty holes to him, letting him choose where to insert his rigid cock for a deep fucking?
Lust roared in Linc’s ears. He sucked on the girl’s pussy, drawing out her luscious, tangy cream while she writhed and begged. He wanted to push his tongue deep inside, opening the petite hole into a wider passage, one a cock could stretch all the way open. He pulled away, blowing on her sensitive flesh, fighting to control his lust.
“Larsinc, please don’t stop,” she begged, pulling on his hair to bring his mouth back to her.
“No, I won’t.” He returned to her, licking and sucking, pushing her thighs wider apart so he could feast. When she came it was with a delicate scream that had precum dripping from the end of his cock.
He rose, sliding the shirt upward to expose her pretty breasts and their pink nipples. He wanted to suck on them until she screamed for him to put his cock inside her, but he would hold back. He couldn’t resist closing his palm over her mound and squeezing possessively. Her sighs escaped between half parted pink lips. Then her lids fluttered open.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“Are you ready to do that for me?”
“Yes, show me,” she said enthusiastically.
“Swing around, so your head is here,” Linc said, putting his hand on the end of the ledge.
She sat up and moved carefully onto her stomach. She kept the skin shirt pulled down, dragging the fabric over the stone. He knew it might snag or even tear, but he didn’t care. He would hold back a little riches from the piles he sent home. His work was lucrative enough to buy many, many shirts.
He loved her long tapered legs and delicate feet. He wanted to inspect and admire her ass, but didn’t touch the skin shirt. He would get there. If things had been less urgent, he’d have started by having her lick and suck his balls, but the need to come was raging through him.
“Here.” Larsinc rubbed the head of his cock over her lips, painting them with the fluid leaking from him. “Suck on the tip, then take me all the way into your mouth.”
She did exactly as instructed. He tipped his head back and groaned. Her tongue was sweet and clever.
“Like that?” she asked, amused.
“Exactly like that.”
She drew her tongue along the undersurface of his cock, then sucked again on the plump head. He gripped the stone to steady himself.
“Now more.” Pushing forward, his cock slid over her tongue.
She eased back, licking the slit and sucking the fluid from it.
