That was all she needed to hear. Maddison stepped back, intent on getting clean as quickly as possible. Havoc did the same, both of them laughing as they fought for space beneath the shower of now tepid water.
There were no towels, so Maddison sacrificed a shirt for the cause. She was still damp and her hair was dripping when Havoc caught her by the wrist and led her over to the bench. He shoved the rest of her neatly folded clothes to the floor and pointed. “On the bench. Hand and knees. Now.”
If anyone else had said something like that to her, she would have run away. But it was Havoc, so she simply laughed and did as he ordered.
“You could try saying please sometimes. You know, just to be different.”
“Not when I’m about to fuck you,” he said, his voice barely more than a growl.
She gripped the side of the bench with one hand and placed the other hand palm-down to help with her balance. Then she shifted her weight
forward and her knees as far apart as she could manage.
“Yes, like that.” He moved behind her and gripped her hip with one hand as he reached between her legs with the other. His fingers caressed the seam of her pussy before pushing inside. She arched her back and moaned, rocking against his questing fingers until he found what he wanted…the place she needed him to touch.
Her swollen clit throbbed as he circled it with a callused finger. “Please,” she whispered, needing more.
“There’s that word again. Tell me what you need, little star.”
“I need you to fuck me. Make me forget everything that happened today.” She turned to look over her shoulder at him. “Show me who I belong to.”
“That, I can do.” He worked her clit between his fingers, stroking her faster and harder. She lowered her head, her ass high in the air as she rode his hand, chasing release.
He took her to the brink and then stopped. Shegasped when he pulled his hand away, her pussy aching with need.
His cock replaced his fingers, pressing against her opening with slow, steady pressure. Her body gave way to his, her arousal making it easy for him to slip inside.
He didn’t stop until she felt his balls press against the back of her legs. Then he withdrew just as slowly, the ridges of his cock making every second an exquisite torture.
He stopped when only the tip of him was still inside her. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.” The word flowed off her tongue so easily, a truth so profound it changed everything.
“Always,” he growled as he thrust deep inside her. They fell into a rhythm then, a wild give and take that sent them both to new heights. Each new wave of pleasure lifted her higher as her world shrank down to tiny details. The warmth of his touch. The raw need flowing through her, the growls of her lover as he laid claim to her body one stroke at a time.
“Five minutes until take-off. Please take your seats.” The AI’s voice announced.
“Fuck!” Havoc snarled.
Maddison laughed, her joy blending with the bliss of this moment. Havoc moved faster, his cock swelling as his control began to break.
Every stroke brought her closer to orgasm, and she raced him to the finish line.
She climaxed first, her orgasm blooming like a firestorm that consumed everything it touched. She lost herself in pleasure, milking his cock as she came.
He followed soon after, coating her womb with his seed. When his cock swelled, she was ready, even eager, for the sensation. His ridges flared, locking them together and sending her into the throes of another orgasm.
“Two minutes to departure.”
Havoc growled. “I hate that thing.”
She laughed, the vibration triggering an aftershock of pleasure. Neither of them were ready to say it aloud, but she already knew. He might hate the AI, but he loved her. And she loved him, too.
They managed to throw on a minimal amount of clothing and make it to their seats before lift-off. Once they were underway, they both had time to think.
“Should we try to contact Bysshe?” she asked as soon as the idea formed.
Havoc shook his head. “We can’t risk someone intercepting the message. There have to be more teams on the surface. If any of them are still alive, they can’t know we have one of their ships.”
