“Not good at coming up with a better surname or escaping caves, apparently.”
I shrugged. “We survived, didn’t we?” She went to step inside, stopping when I asked, “How did you get out, Maddy?”
She smiled colder than I’d ever seen, her eyes practically black. My mind raced over the possibilities, none of them good, each of them worse than the last.
Maddy never answered.
I didn’t follow her, lingering outside while trying not to think of what she suffered through alone. Syrox didn’t kill her, but I bet he made herwish he had. Bastards like that didn’t run their crime syndicates because they were kind-hearted.
The nightmares would greet me if I didn’t get lost in something else. Luckily for me, I had a meet up to get to, one I needed more than ever. It took all my willpower not to run for the office.
Make me forget. Please.
In the habitat, Maddy was gone, and so was Roys. The others played on the viz, making up teams and having a match with the survey team. None took notice of my going to the barracks, through the halls to Roys’ office where I knew I could cease to exist in this reality.
With Roys, I could pretend life was more than what we were granted.
027
Roysdidn’tofteninviteme like this. Our rendezvous happened in the late hours when we were less likely to be caught. Although his office was a fair way from the communal area, I hesitated in the hall, double-checking no one followed. The doors opened. Inside, Roys sat behind the desk. The door buzzed, signaling the locking mechanism. Our eyes met. His were half-mast, tempting as endless open space. Much like our first encounter, I waited for him to change his mind. Roys would come to his senses and request we meet after the others slept.
“Come here,” he purred instead.
I was the type to risk getting caught, not him, but now he watched me with those hungry eyes, and I was a fool in many ways, but saying no to this wasn’t one of them. My long strides cut the space between us where he guided me onto his lap for a kiss heated from the start.
His dull nails scraped against my sides so he could relish my shivers. He sucked on my tongue with his palm rubbing me through my pants. When I dared to reach for his belt, he yanked my wrists onto the back of the chair. Our hips picked up from where we left off in the kitchen, heating the air between us. His hands cupped my ass, feeling me up while I clung to the chair, using it as leverage to grind.
When we retreated for breath, he growled, “On your knees.”
I loved when his voice got low like that.
I slipped out of his lap. His hand fell in my hair; the other perched on the desk. He leaned back, watching me tug him free of his trousers. I licked him from base to head over and over, watching his chest rise and fall with his growing pleasure. Then I kissed and sucked his ball, and the other, before returning to his cock, using my tongue to play with him. His grip tightened. He pushed down, and I obeyed. There I stayed, feeling him harden in my mouth and tasting him in all his glory.
“You’re such a good boy sucking off your captain so well,” he purred and shoved my head down harder. It was the caves all over again, and it had my heart racing. “And you like sucking my cock, don’t you?” His fingers dug into my scalp and yanked.
I gasped as he slipped from me. “Yes, sir.”
I drank the precome from his head before he had me bobbing my head at a speed that made my jaw ache. Hearing him groan made my hand drop between my legs.
“Stop,” he warned. “Focus on me.”
My eyes strayed up his heaving chest to those dark eyes watching me.
“You can come when I tell you to.”
I shuddered, and his lips parted in a low moan as my tongue traced the vein under his head. My arousal pulsed painfully. To stop from touching myself, I tested settling my hand under his firm chest and playing with his pecs. Roys leaned into the attention, and there I stayed, squeezing and sucking, my body humming with unrivaled need.
Then Roys wrenched me away and tugged me onto my feet. I leaned against him, savoring the way he ripped up my shirt so he could kiss a slow trail over my chest. His fingers ran down my back to spread my cheeks. His middle finger circled my hole, making my knees shake.
“Take off your shirt,” he said.
I did what he asked, shivering when he grabbed my arms and forced them behind my back, using my shirt to tie me up at the wrist. He forced me onto my back onto the desk and took his rightful place between my legs, licking his lips as his eyes roved over me. “You look so good like this, like you’re just begging to be fucked. Tell me you want this.”
“I want this,” I moaned. Then we were grinding, his hands on my ankles, his cock between my cheeks, teasing of what would tear me apart in the best of ways. “I want you to fuck me, Captain.”
He retreated to rid himself of his clothes, save those armguards that somehow made him even hotter. Hands on my ass, he spread me, spit on his thumb and rubbed my hole.
“Do you want me to use my fingers?” he asked, then leaned in to lick. I cursed and tried pressing back, but he held me in place. “Or my tongue?”
