But it was his energy—raw and ravenous and electric—that made me gush. Clenching around an empty ache.
And then, with his free hand, he reached between us and wrapped his fingers around mine. Guiding me. Pumping the entire length of his shaft with long, sure strokes that twisted right at the end.
“Fucksakes, Mila,” he rasped, and brought my forehead to his. Bumping us together so he might look into my eyes. Trapping me there with a surge of pornographic need as we worked his cock together. And then, “Taste it,” he whispered. Unblinking. Wetting his lips, his breath a surge of heat that left me panting and unable to break away.
“I-I don’t—” Trembling, I shook my head, trying to clear it of the dense fog.
He nudged me back. Slid me down his thighs and back into the deepest part of the pool, moving with me as the water swallowed me up. Our foreheads still pressed together as he shifted back and spread his knees. His cock bobbing just above the surface, long and thick.
“A-Asher”—I swallowed, and released his girth as a sudden wash of terror spilled down my back—“I’ve never…”
Elite energy flooded my veins. Bold and pushy, the roar loud enough in my ears that I almost didn’t hear the growl that rumbled over his lips.
Instead, I followed when he sat back. When he drove me to sink into the water, one hand sweeping up to gather my hair in a loose tangle, the other tight on the back of my neck.
“Put your knees on the bench,” he murmured, low and desperate. Bringing one thigh up to jut well above the surface, he made room for me to obey. To tuck me between his legs. Kneeling. Half-braced and off center, I fell forward. Hands braced on his stomach, almost weightless as I floated and knelt. “Taste it,” he said again, and collected my fingers. Pulling them into the moist heat of his mouth, he sucked. Tongue laving at my digits a lewd suggestion—a direct line to the pulsing arousal weeping at my core
I couldn’t help it. With a whimper, I went. One arm stretched the length of his torso, I took him in hand with the other. Let him drive me into corruption, and succumbed to the flood of elite energy.
Submerged to the tops of my thighs, my back and bottom left above the surface of steaming water, I went to all fours between his knees. The tips of my breasts hung down, teased by the swirling heat as I stared at the instrument of my destruction.
It was an instinct to tip his cock back, toward my lips. Something alien and familiar all at once, defying rational thought with a hypnotic compulsion to open for the invasion.
I didn’t so much as blink.
Merely set my tongue to that flared crown and tasted the pearly bead.
Utterly consumed by the rumbling groan of a man on the edge, my heart a reckless tangle of thrashing confusion, I lapped at shining purple flesh and left him glossy.
He hissed, flexing under my command, disturbing the surface of the water in such a way that made me gape. My back arching, I panted as the waves bumped my core.
But I was already desperately wet.
Slick from something much more crude than simple water, my pussy hovered above the surface. I was tormented by gently lapping ripples that kissed those swollen, lower lips with a touch so light, so suggestive, it dragged a sob from the deepest part of me.
“That’s it,” he hissed, and set his thumb to my modified canines. Pulling my teeth apart as his fingers tightened in my hair. “Open for me, Mila. All the way.”
Drunk on his energy, onhim, I obeyed. Jaws sagging open, my cheeks flushed with the sort of heat I’d never known before, I let him in.
Allowing the taste of elite energy to wash away any hint of fight I might have possessed.
A breath whistled through his nose. Leaving me with the image of flared nostrils and a clenched jaw as he drove deeper into my mouth, painting the back of my tongue with a gush of salty brine.
It was a tight fit.
The shaft of his cock onlyjustfitting between my canines.
And then, with the hand not tangled in my hair, he stroked the length of my spine. Nape to tailbone. Stomach curling around the crown of my head, where he had me trapped and impaled in his lap. One fist anchored in my hair to keep me pinned, he reached for my ass. Took one rounded cheek in his palm and peeled me open. Probing slick heat with long fingers, the captain sank one finger inside. Past the second knuckle.
“Just as I thought,” he drawled. “Gushing for it. And to think”—he flexed his hips and sent the head of his cock deeper, nudging the back of my throat—“this was all your idea, really.”
I squirmed. Taking a desperate pull of breath through my nose, tongue swirling around his head when he pulled back. The cruel drone of his words blended into a cocktail of nonsense I couldn’t make sense of.
“After all,” he murmured, and forced my head down until I spluttered, “it’s so easy for me to infect you, isn’t it?” Groaning, he added another finger. Stretching me as he worked through the mess, inching toward the back of my throat. His hand an immovable weight on the back of my head. “But this?” he asked, and pulled his fingers free with a slurp that might have made me blush if it were possible for me to be warmer without combusting. And then, lifting me off his cock by his grip on my scalp, he straightened and showed me fingers that were slick and glistening. Took himself in hand and smeared his prick with cream. “Look how your cunt weeps for me.”
But he didn’t let me look. Not for long. Not before he was feeding his girth between my lips once more, making me taste the tang of my own undeniable arousal as he worked my mouth over his length.
“Mmm,” he groaned, and reached beneath me to pull at my nipples. First one, then the other. Fingers rolling, pinching hard enough to make me squeal when he bumped the tight ring of muscle at the back of my throat.
