A moment later, the performer emerged from beneath the table, wiping her chin.
CHAPTER 18
Nash loved a good hate fuck.
In fact, it was one of his favorite things in the whole universe.
At the moment, however, Fairchild seemed to be the one doing all the hating, and most of the fucking as well. She was riding him so hard, it felt like she was trying to kill him with her pussy, and her walls were squeezing so tightly around his cock, it felt like she was trying to rip it right off his body.
It felt fucking amazing.
Nash was lying on his back in the middle of the huge bed, with about a dozen cameras pointed in his direction—and Fairchild’s. Dutton was on the other side of the suite, fixing himself a drink at the wet bar. Reece, meanwhile, was sitting on the couch, speaking into the telephone, presumably making arrangements for them to participate in tomorrow’s competition. Nash couldn’t be certain, however, as he couldn’t hear a damn thing Reece was saying over the music Fairchild had turned on as soon as they’d gotten back from dinner. Some sort of electronic dance music with a heavy, throbbing beat.
The woman stopped her bouncing and dropped face-down on top of him, flattening her breasts against the muscles of his chest. She started to rock aggressively, grinding herself against him with an angry, violent rhythm. His dick felt as hard as polished stone, and it was repeatedly sheathing itself inside of her with every brutal motion of her hips.
“You’re a fucking dumbass,” Fairchild hissed, lips pressed to his ear so he could hear her over the music. “You’re the biggest dumbass I know.”
Nash gripped her hips and started rocking his pelvis in a rhythm matching her own, driving his dick a little deeper into her pulsing heat. God, she was so wet—wetter than he’d ever felt her before.
“Did anyone ever tell you you’re sexy when you’re angry?”
The question made her angrier. And sexier. She clenched her pussy even harder than before, probably with the intention of hurting him. Instead, she almost made him come too soon. Not that it would have mattered, he supposed. He could go all night long if he needed to—and he had a feeling he would need to. Back on the ship, Fairchild would have been able to vent her rage in the workout room, beating the stuffing out of one of the heavy bags. Maybe she would have even challenged him to another cage match. But here, with the cameras watching, she had to do it like this, with his dick inside her, and that was perfectly fine with Nash.Perfectly fine.
She rode him harder and shifted her lips to his other ear.
“This isn’t funny!” she snarled. “You could have fucked up the entire mission with that stunt!”
Stunt?
Shit. When this mission was over, Nash would have to take her flying with him, not onthe Allura, but on a real ship, something with a bit more maneuverability. Then he would show her some real stunts.
That business at the restaurant had been nothing. Okay, maybe he’d lost his temper for a second there. Flown off the handle just a bit. But he’d been justified.
With a grunt, he rolled Fairchild onto her back and took the lead in this little dance they were doing, ramming his dick into her hard and deep. A civilian woman never would have been able to handle thrusts such as those, but Fairchild took it like a pro, her body absorbing the impacts with pleasure. For a moment, her eyes fluttered back in her head, and her lips parted in a desperate gasp as a climax overtook her.
Nash savored the sight. What he’d said earlier was true. The woman was dead sexy when she was angry. But when she came… man, there wasn’t even a word for what she was then. Nash only knew it was something dangerous, and it made him want to do all kinds of crazy things.
Like grabbing her birth control pills and flushing them down the toilet, for a start.
As her orgasm eased, and she started to come back to her senses, he slowed his thrusting and leaned down so he could whisper into her ear.
“I wasn’t out of line back there in the restaurant,” he said. “Just because we’re supposed to be an open polycule, that doesn’t mean you have an obligation to please every dick that gets stiff at the sight of you.”
For a moment, Fairchild lay on her back looking up at him, her face flushed in the aftermath of her orgasm, eyes deep with feminine surrender. Overhead, the cameras were going wild.
Then her face tensed, and she rolled on top again, continuing to ride him.
“I get that,” she growled under her breath. “That doesn’t mean you had to go full caveman back there. And what was all thatminebusiness? I’m not anybody’s—”
Her words cut off in a gasp.
Nash knew part of the reason for that gasp almost immediately. At some point while he’d been on top, ringing Fairchild’s bell, Reece had stealthily climbed onto the bed with them, and now he had moved into position behind Fairchild, fully naked and, Nash assumed, fully aroused. How could he not be? The woman’s moans were enough to turn any red-blooded male within earshot into a sex-crazed lunatic.
Nash realized the second reason for Fairchild’s gasp a moment later when Reece tossed a bottle of water-based lubricant onto the sheets beside them. A split second after that, Nash felt the slippery stuff oozing down onto his exposed ball sack, and he did a little gasping of his own.
Reece was lubing up Fairchild’s other hole.
Nash could actually feel his comrade’s finger moving on the other side of her inner walls. Fuck, that was hot. So hot, in fact, Nash damn near blew his load then and there. Somehow, he managed to hold it in a little longer.
