He smiled and those cute, crooked teeth of his made it all the better. “Don’t worry, we’re in no position for me to torment you much longer.”
“Why do I sense like you’re lying?”
Roys slapped my thigh. “Turn around.” I didn’t, and he bit my hip, growling, “Turn around, Ethin.”
My name actually sounded kind of hot when he said it like that.
I obeyed and fell forward on the desk, resting on my elbows when Roys’ hands spread me. He kissed both of my cheeks, dragged his teeth between my thighs, then brushed his tongue over my rim. A curse escaped me, more when his tongue made slow work of me like we did actually have all the time in the world. My hips pressed back hard, wanting to feel more. His thumb soon joined, pressing over my hole, circling me, helping to loosen me for his tongue to wiggle inside. I cried out.
“As much as I love those noises you make, you better keep it down or I might have to stop." His tongue curled and he grabbed my cock. Neither of which would help silence me.
I bit my knuckle to stifle my cries as the double stimulation brought me closer to that glorious high.
Not going to torment me, what a fucking liar. Everything was agonizingly slow. When I squirmed, when I felt myself falling over that edge, he stopped. I'd be left on the desk, panting, feeling his sly smirk against my ass where he took the flesh between his teeth. There he would stay as I caught my breath, as the high slowly trickled away, before he resumed. My eyes drifted to the door, wondering how long he had been making an utter mess of me. It felt like eternity. It felt like we had only just begun. Part of me never wanted him to stop, another needed this to end, to let me slip over that edge he loved to tease me with. My cries grew more and more desperate, hardly stifled and Roys, though he shushed me, would curl his tongue or quicken the pace of his hand just to hear me struggle.
"So close, fuck, Roys, let me come, please,” I panted, my knuckles bone white against the edge of the desk.
"Why? Aren't you enjoying this?" He chuckled and I felt the pressure against my hole where he languidly licked and sucked. His thumb smoothed over the head of my cock, circling it with the same rhythm of his tongue. I wasn't sure how much more I could take. I was so hard it hurt, my body feeling tooheavy, too much, like I'd burst.
"You know damn well why, damn, sweetheart, I need it."
His answer was the growing pace of his hand and the eager flicks of his tongue. I covered my mouth when I came so hard I had to bite my tongue to bite back a cry, pushing back to feel Roys’ tongue delve deeper. His mouth didn't stop until I was spent, listless on the desk, feeling like every ounce of energy had been drained from me.
"That's my boy." His pants hit the floor and the head of his cock brushed between my cheeks.
I looked over my shoulder. This time it was my turn to watch. His calloused fingers worked himself fast, the other slid up my spine, further and further where he dug his fingers into my hair. He looked incredible, eyes dark, lips and chin wet, flushed from his neck to the tip of his ears. I pressed back, rubbing against him while he played with his balls. He was close, hips thrusting into his hand, lips parted and my name on his tongue, as he finished on my back.
“You got off just like that? Unfair,” I said while thoroughly appreciating the glorious view.
"I don't think you're actually complaining." He leaned down for a kiss, lingering for so long that my neck started to ache.
“I need to get going before someone comes searching,” I said, ignoring the slight drop in my stomach. I would rather stay here… for another round, obviously.
Humming, he stood and we cleaned up using the towels he had been stashing in here for us. I stared at his ass for the few moments I could. He had been severely overdressed. I made a mental note to never allow that to happen again. After I put my clothes on, I gave him a halfhearted wave and made for the door, but Roys caught my hand. He brought me in for a kiss before I could ask what he wanted. When hethoroughly deprived me of all thoughts save what more he could do to me, even if it was agonizingly slow, he whispered, “I did really like that you cared enough to check on me."
“I… I told you it wasn’t like that.”
"Right, of course."
I pushed away and went for the door, hating that I looked back to catch him chuckling with the lightest shade of pink on his face that I’d ever seen. I gave him the finger and left.
024
Thefollowingcoupleofdays were uneventful for us, and barbaric for Zavir.
The droids went on vacation due to Zavir taking over every duty imaginable. Do the laundry. Wash the dishes. Scrub the toilets and the floors and the walls and the ceilings. Extra laps, extra everything, mostly under Roys’ harsh scrutiny where he pointed out Zavir’s every flaw.
The poor guy returned to his bunk every evening twitching and passed out the moment he hit the mattress. It was utterly hilarious, and admittedly, a huge turn-on. Apparently, I liked Roys in ultra-commando mode, so long as he directed that persona at anyone other than me.
The survey team soon had a routine, creating monotonous days that were made better by the late nights I spent with Roys. There probably wasn’t a surface in his office that we hadn’t fucked on. The botanists spent time in their lab studying specimens previously acquired, while the geologists and mineralogists talked Roys into taking them to the cave system we accidentally discovered.
Because of our “experience,” Roys and I tagged along. Why they counted our being lost in the caves as experience was beyond me. The geologists weren’t as talkative as Galya, though. They directed mostquestions at Roys while taking scans to discover how deep the cave system went.
We were exceptionally grateful for our rovers. The scientists brought a scanning device, nearly too large for the rover, that Ryker thought was a drill until Korb, one of the geologists, explained, “This is a Photon Scanner with a depth and width of 20 clicks, though we are uncertain if it can map out the entire cave system, considering the disruption to your commlinks. Something about Illionxonah-14356 interferes with our equipment, which we are theorizing is within the minerals themselves.”
“We’ve been struggling to keep scans of our smaller samples too,” the other geologist muttered.
Korb spun his torso around the drill, stretching higher to inspect that everything was in working condition. Sckocks were the flexibility champions of the universe. I wasn’t entirely sure they had bones, and with abnormally long limbs, their bodies reacted like stretchy putty. All of them had four eyes, similar to Zavir, except in entirely different colors and two drooping ears, rounded like a rabbit’s with varying colors denoting a variety of information about themselves. None of which I could recall.
