Unlike the rest of his body, Link’s tongue is hot. As it licks a path from my entrance to my clit, I grab his hair without thinking, pulling at the strands.
“Fuck, Link, yes.” Thanks to the pillow, my voice is muffled, but he shushes me again.
“Lila, I’ll stop,” he warns, his voice rumbling against my core. I grit my teeth, not allowing the noises I want to make escape.
He licks and sucks before dragging two fingers through my lips, swirling them into my wet heat, his tongue skillfully teasing my swollen flesh, before plunging them deep into my swollen pussy. I whimper with pleasure, wanting to be unmuzzled and unfiltered like I normally am. Some girls like to do that quiet thing, and that’s great for them, but I’d much rather let it all out. He curves his fingers slightly so that he hits my g-spot with every thrust, and he has me writhing on the bed within minutes. The rising pleasure has my toes curling and my muscles locking up with delicious tension. He skillfully keeps me on the edge for what feels like hours but is probably only minutes. Tears leak from my eyes as my nerves are plundered by exquisite sensation. My chest heaves from exertion, but my ability to receive air is restricted by the pillow over my face. This kind of sensory deprivation only sends my pleasure shooting higher. The thought that anybody could be in the room watching what Link does to me is titillating to the extreme.
I beg him quietly, “Please, Link, I need it.”
“Tell me what you need, Lila,” he orders quietly but firmly, slowing his thrusting fingers. Another sob escapes my mouth.
“I need to come,” I plead, forcing the words past the pillow.
“Good girl,” he praises me, and when he does, something happens to his tongue and fingers. They both start to vibrate, and his thrusting speeds up until it’s just what I need to tip me over the edge. I can’t help myself. I throw my pillow back and scream.
“Fuck!”
When he comes running into the room to find me, legs splayed and the doc grinning with satisfaction between them, the look on Nurse Ratched’s face is priceless. Seriously, Doc has his own crazy skills, and if the pleasure bots are anything like that, it’s no wonder Pleasure Bot Industries are one of the richest companies in the galaxy.
After my orgasm, he helps me into a spare pair of scrubs, placing kisses across my shoulder in between telling me what a good girl I was for him. Fuck me, I like this good girl shit. It makes me tingle, but it also makes me feel proud that I pleased him. What’s with that?
The horny edge I’d been riding all day has finally eased, and Link runs a diagnostic of my translator. “I set it for Skarrian parameters, and I need to adjust it to cope with being a shifter. Not to mention if you’re going to swim in higher pressure atmospheres.” He holds up the same thing he used to implant it, but this time it just hovers over the injection site, beeping a few times before it stops
“All done. You should be good now. But if for any reason you end up with other mates who have unusual abilities, I can adjust it for you again.”
I jump down from the bed and grab his hand. “Right now, I don't want to talk about potential fictional mates. I’d really like to get to knowyoubetter. Come on, let’s go to dinner.”
I drag him out of the medical room, stopping at a frowning Nurse Ratched.
“Link will be off for the rest of the night. Only call him if it’s an emergency,” I tell him, and he crosses his arms.
“Who died and made you the boss?” he snaps out.
“Well, they haven't died, but her grandpas make her the boss,” Link answers for me, and he screws up his face in annoyance.
“That doesn't make her in charge yet.” He’s determined to fight us on it so I lift my watch and scroll down to William’s name, pressing the screen.
“Hi, Lila, how was your swim?” he asks me when he answers.
“It was great, but it messed up my translator. I had the doc fix it, and I'd love to take him to dinner, but his nurse has objections.” I smile as said nurse’s face pales.
“Well, why is he objecting? You’re the boss; you can do what you want.” His face pales even more when William’s annoyance practically leaks through the communicator.
“I’m not sure that everyone got that memo,” I reply wryly.
“Josa, if Lila says Link is taking the night off, then he’s taking the damn night off.” His voice projects loudly enough for everyone to hear him.
“Of course, sir. I was just worried about what to do if we had an emergency.”
“Well, you just call him if you do. Damn man works too freaking hard anyway,” he grumbles mostly to himself.
“Have a good night, Lila. We’ll see you in the morning for power training again.” William hangs up, and we leave Josa quietly fuming.
Link holds my hand all the way back to my room as we ask each other typical first date type questions: family, favorite foods, those kinds of things. I’m dying to ask him more, so much more, but I think those are more like second date questions. I’m also dying to repay the favor from before. My mouth practically waters at the thought of having this man at my mercy, but I have a feeling it might be the other way around. He seems to take pleasure very seriously.
We’re still laughing when we get to my room. I push open the door, but I freeze at what I find, my heart sinking to my stomach. Dylan has his arms wrapped around Caspian, and their mouths are fused together.
A sob escapes before I can stop it, and Link’s arm immediately wraps around my shoulder as Caspian pushes Dylan away.
