Love and Whiskers

by Olivia Myers

  The muscles in his thighs trembled, though he had not over-taxed them. It was nonsensical.

  He panted, his body craving more oxygen despite the fact that he lay supine on his bed. Internal diagnostics told him that both his core temperature and his heart rate were elevated as well.

  And it felt good. Like Godfrey had said, very, very good. Mack kept running his hands over his body, feeling the planes and valleys of the muscles of his chest and abdomen, the angle of his jaw.

  He dragged his fingertips over his own lips, surprised to find they were registering more sensation than usual as well. And all of it, every touch and caress, seemed linked straight to his penis.

  It had reached full tumescence, hard and throbbing. His testicles drew up tight to his body.

  Mack ran through everything he’d learned since the other night, trying to put facts to the feelings he was experiencing, but it was difficult. Mere words could not accurately describe them. Even the cool air of the apartment washing over that thin, sensitive skin made his whole body throb.

  Is this what the humans had felt in that storage compartment?

  The memory of that encounter made his penis twitch. Mack shoved his undershorts down to his thighs, freeing the trapped, aching flesh. It sprang up toward his belly, nestled in a patch of dark, curly hair. The bulbous head was smooth, flushed a deep red, and flared like a bell. Beneath that upturned ridge, the shaft was thick and traced with veins swollen with blood.

  As he looked at this new part of him, a drop of clear fluid welled at the narrow slit in the head, growing to a bead before dripping down onto the trail of dark hair just below his navel.

  He swiped a finger across the tip, scooping up that bit of moisture. The feel of his finger grazing that smooth flesh made him groan and bite his lip.

  The fluid — pre-cum, his BCI said — was slippery and viscous.

  Again, Mack pictured the scene on E deck, the man and woman. The lips of her bare genitals had been wet looking. With this fluid?

  His heart pounded.

  No, he remembered. Women made their own fluids as well.

  Jessa… did Jessa become slick like that?

  Mack slammed his eyes shut, not sure where that particular thought had come from. But it refused to leave, and though he knew it was wrong, he didn’t shut it down. Quite the opposite. He followed it further.

  She was naked now, just on the other side of the bathroom door. He could still hear the water running. Another long shower. They’d been growing more frequent since the storage room incident.

  The image of Jessa’s face as she had stared up at him that night filled his mind and finally, finally, Mack had a word for it.

  Aroused. Jessa had looked ‘turned on.’

  Elevated respiration, temperature, and heart rate… just like he was experiencing now. His research on the neuralnet had provided the other signs of female arousal, including lubrication of the vagina. Mack even knew all the slang terms. He quite enjoyed some of them.

  Jessa was wet.

  He groaned again, brushing his fingers up the length of his aching erection. Mack pressed his head back into the pillow and let his mind wander. It was not something he was accustomed to doing, but he was capable of it.

  Adept even, it turned out, as his BCI provided images of what Jessa might look like in the shower, hair wet down her back, water cascaded over the generous mounds of her breasts and the taut plane of her belly.

  His fingers wrapped around his throbbing flesh, squeezing and tugging as he imagined her small but capable hands coasting over her own slippery body.

  Blood thundered in Mack’s ears and pounded in his temples and groin and he slid his fist up and down his erect cock, twisting his wrist to rub his palm over the slick head before stroking down again.

  Behind his closed eyelids, Jessa’s pink lips parted, her blue eyes sparkled. She spread her long, toned legs to show him her sex — her pussy. It wasn’t completely bare, there was a triangle of blonde curls above, but below the lips were smooth and soft.

  Mack tried to imagine what she would feel like there, those delicate looking folds sliding against his oh-so-sensitive cock head, but he had no frame of reference beside his own hand.

  He could imagine, though, and he did.

  Thinking about it drew a tortured groan from his lips, loud enough that it almost drowned out the startled, “Fuck!” that rang through the room.

  Mack’s eyes snapped open.

  He had been so caught up in his new experiences that he’d failed to note the shower shutting off, or Jessa coming into the bunk.

  She stood in the doorway, wet hair combed back from her face, wearing her customary tank top and shorts, her mouth hanging open. Her wide blue eyes stared directly at where his hand was wrapped around his still rock hard erection.

  Mack blinked rapidly, his BCI slow to process the situation. When it did, all he could think about was the last thing she’d said. He licked his lips and tilted his head to the side, studying her.

  “Do you want to?”

  ***

  Jessa tried to pinch herself, but her arms refused to work. She was frozen, standing in the bedroom doorway, unable to tear her eyes away from…

  From Mack’s gigantic cock, her mind screamed!

  One small, still-rational brain cell was wondering how exactly he came to have such a thing, given that she knew cys weren’t made that way, but the entire rest of her higher function had become drooling mush.

  Clothed, Mack had been temptation enough to have her taking extra long showers. But Mack in nothing but a pair of boxers bunched around his muscled thighs, the rest of his toned, sculpted, perfect body on display?

  Jessa was on fire.

  She’d been chilly after getting out the shower, her damp hair heavy and cool on the back of her neck. But no longer. Flames licked at every inch of her skin as her gaze roamed the gorgeous man sprawled in front of her.

  He had a smattering of dark hair on his chest, she saw, whorling around two small, copper nipples. A faint happy trail began just below the dip of his belly button as well, running down between the ridges of his abdomen to disappear into the thatch just above the thick, long, drooling cock currently rearing out of the top of Mack’s large fist.

  She licked her lips and shivered as a strand of pre-cum stretched down to join a small pool on his belly.

  Saliva flooded her mouth.

  “Fuck,” she said. It came out a croak, her throat was so dry.

  Jessa’s legs trembled, almost spilling her to the floor. Her hand shot out instinctively, catching the edge of the small table beside her bunk. The metal was cold against her heated palm. She sucked in a breath and was bombarded by the scent of male lust, an earthy musk that made the blood pulse under her skin.

  Mack’s hand paused in its stroking and she wanted to cry, beg him to keep going, but he was speaking. Jessa tried to process the words.

  It took several long, throbbing seconds for them to make their way through the fog of desire drenching her brain.

  “Do you want to?”

  She nodded before she realized she understood the question. It didn’t matter. Her answer was the same once she did, anyway.

  “Yes,” she replied. “Yes, I really, really want to.”

  “Good.”

  Jessa couldn’t have agreed more. Mack used his free hand — and damn, she was in danger of melting into a useless puddle if she thought too much about what his NOT free hand was doing — to push himself into a half sitting position. He swung one foot down onto the floor, spreading his thighs and stretching the blue cotton of his boxers tight.

  “Take off your shorts,” she rasped.

  Gray eyes flared as they stared into her face.

  “Take off yours,” he said. “All your clothes. I want to see your body. I was trying to picture it but…”

  He shook his head. Jessa whimpered, her fingers already reaching for the hem of her tank top.

  “You were thinking about me
?” she asked.

  Heat pulsed through her veins. Her clit throbbed at the thought of Mack jerking off while thinking of her.

  He nodded, dark hair falling over his furrowed forehead, and bit his lip.

  “I didn’t mean to, but you…” His fingers tightened around his swollen shaft. He gasped. “You are fucking sexy.”

  The rough words in Mack’s deep voice were enough to make her whole body ache, but there was also that tinge of naïveté in his tone that she enjoyed. He was using those words for the first time, she knew, and something about it made her heart twist.

  “So are you,” she assured him, peeling her shirt over her head and tossing it onto her bunk. “So fucking sexy, Mack.”

  His mouth — that sinful, full-lipped mouth — curled into a smile she’d never seen before. Then, his eyes dropped to her breasts and grew wide.

  “Apollo!”

  Mack’s hand dropped from his cock and reached for her. He caught her elbow across the narrow space and drew her closer until his warm breath ghosted across the stiff, aching peaks of her nipples.

  Jessa’s hands slid over his shoulders, up the column of his throat and into the heavy black silk of his hair. She stared down into his eyes as she pulled his head to her chest.

  He moved instinctively, his mouth opening to suck her tender flesh. His hands, so big and strong, caressed the curve of her waist and the ridges of her ribs before cupping her breasts and kneading them.

  She moaned his name, arching her back and pressing him closer.

  Mack suckled her tentatively at first, but when her fingers tightened in his hair, his touch grew firmer. His eyes drifted shut, his lashes fanning against his hollowed cheeks as he drew on her nipple fiercely, pulling a cry from her throat.

  He released her breast briefly, murmuring her name against the heated skin of the valley between as he dropped a kiss there before taking the other nipple into his mouth.

  It was as his lips pressed against her sternum that Jessa realized she had yet to kiss him.

  “Mack.” She tugged gently at his head, gasping as his teeth scraped deliciously over the sensitive bud of her nipple. “Mack!”

  She pulled his hair harder, tilting his head back as he reluctantly relinquished his mouthful of flesh. Jessa didn’t give him a moment to complain. She bent to press her mouth to his.

  Her cy groaned at the first touch of her lips and wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

  Jessa nipped his full lower lip before licking him. Mack’s growl rumbled in his chest. She smiled against his mouth. As their tongues rubbed and flicked, Jessa’s knees quaked. There had been many kisses throughout her twenty-eight years. Some were more skilled than Mack’s, but none were more passionate.

  He lifted her off her feet and rolled her beneath him in a graceful move she wasn’t sure a human could ever pull off. She would have cried out in shock, but his tongue was in her mouth and he swallowed her sounds.

  “Jessa,” he groaned as he dragged his mouth down the line of her jaw to nip at her throat. “I didn’t know I could feel these things!”

  Her hands roamed over his back, feeling the shifting muscles beneath all that hot, smooth skin.

  “I didn’t either!” She laughed, her breath catching in her lungs as Mack’s strong hands tore away her cotton shorts.

  He tossed away the scraps of fabric without lifting his mouth from her skin. He seemed determined to lick, kiss, and nibble every inch of her. Jessa wouldn’t complain. It felt incredible.

  Mack’s hands joined his mouth, stroking and caressing her body. Every nerve ending tingled, thrilling to his touch.

  Her pulse pounding, she watched him slide down her body through half-closed eyes. Mack pushed her thighs wide apart, spreading her. She gasped as his hot breath tickled her sensitive folds.

  “Mack!”

  He rubbed his lips against her inner thigh, his eyes devouring her swollen, wet flesh. None of her previous lovers had looked at her so intently. There was a faint spark of embarrassment, but it burned away beneath the blaze of pleasure racing beneath her skin.

  Mack lifted a hand and slowly dragged a finger up her slit, collecting moisture. She squirmed under the touch. His gaze rose to hers and he smiled.

  “You are very aroused.”

  Again, she heard that shadow of wonder in his tone. She reached down and ran her fingers through his silky hair. “Yes.”

  His finger returned, probing her lips, gently stroking over the swollen button of her clit. Jessa’s hips jerked upward. She gasped.

  “Does that feel very, very good?”

  She would have laughed if she had the breath, but it was all stuck in her lungs and throat as Mack’s thick finger explored her folds and pushed deep into the tight, slick tunnel of her sex.

  “Yes,” she moaned. “Mack, yes!”

  “What about this?”

  His mouth joined his fingers. Jessa pressed upward, against the hot, slick tongue lapping at her. Her hand clenched in his hair. She threw her head back onto the pillow and cried out to the ceiling.

  “Good, yes! So, so fucking good!”

  Mack chuckled and the vibration rumbled through her belly, twisting the coil of pleasure inside her tighter. Jessa bucked and writhed, sweat coating her skin. Her hair, still damp from her shower, tangled and clung to her face. She shoved it away and reached down to grasp more of Mack’s hair, to pull him closer to her.

  His tongue swirled and flickered, stroked and pushed. She rode it and his fingers, undulating and pressing against them.

  It had been years since she’d been touched like this. Or never, she thought, because none of them had ever been Mack. None of them had ever had her back in a firefight, and played chess with her at night, and stroked her body like a maestro.

  Her skin felt tight all over, the nerves sizzling and jumping while the pleasure swelled and swelled in her belly.

  Mack pressed deeper, two fingers now, pumping in and out of her with a wet squelch. She dug her heels into the bed and strained toward him, angling her hips. When Mack’s lips wrapped around the nub of her clit and sucked, she shattered.

  Jessa called out his name, her throat rasping, as pleasure coursed through her. She shuddered and twitched on the sweat-damp sheets, her brain sending pulse after pulse of sensation along every nerve ending.

  Between her slick thighs, Mack slowed his pace, lapping gently at her quivering flesh. Her inner muscles continued to ripple around his intruding digits, the sensation decadent and delicious.

  “Come here,” she commanded, using her grip on his hair to tug him upward.

  He didn’t have to obey. They both knew he could easily overpower her, if he wanted. A fresh twist of desire curled in her belly at the thought of all his powerful muscle. He might be intimidating to everyone else, but Jessa knew Mack would never, ever hurt her.

  His mouth was hot, wet, and tasted of her when it pressed against hers. She sucked the slick, musky flavor from his lips and tongue and she ran her hands down the slope of his back.

  “You taste delicious, but I was unable to categorize your precise flavor,” he said against her lips.

  Jessa laughed and palmed his ass. She’d been staring at it for months, fantasizing, and now she had it in her hands and it was every bit as glorious as she’d imagined. She squeezed.

  “Oh? Do you need to?”

  She knew the answer to that and smiled a moment later when he said, “Of course. I’ll need to taste you again, though.”

  “Yeah, you will. But there’s something else we need to do first.”

  Jessa licked a line up his throat, tasting his skin. Though she knew it was dermaplas enhanced, it didn’t taste fake. He tasted of salt, and soap, and musk. She nibbled the muscle there while sliding her hands between them to finally grip the thick, throbbing length of his erection.

  Mack grunted and bucked into her hands, his own fingers digging into her shoulders.

  “Jessa!”

  She stared up in
to his flushed face, heart thumping at the pleasure and shock twisting his gorgeous features. Her own arousal began building again at the sight of his, and the feel of his hard cock sliding through her palm.

  Jessa caressed careful fingers around his sack, fondling the soft, tight flesh. Mack buried his face against her throat, moaning as he thrust his cock through the squeezing circle of her fingers.

  She could feel his mouth moving against her skin, hear the muffled murmurs, but not make out his words until he lifted his head to kiss her shoulder.

  “Jessa,” he chanted in rhythm with each flex of his hips. “Jessa, Jessa, Jessa!”

  The warm weight of his shuddering body against hers, the hushed sound of his voice, it filled her with such a sense of euphoria. Her head spun with it. She shifted beneath him, spreading her legs wider, bending her knees.

  Her lips found his temple. She pressed a kiss against the damp hair there.

  “Mack, baby.”

  Never in her life had she used an endearment, but like everything else she’d done since she’d walked out of the shower to find her cy jerking off, she went with her instincts. Releasing his testicles, she tugged his hip, guiding him up between her thighs.

  His hands stroked her shoulders and hair rhythmically as she pulled him into place on top of her.

  When the wide, bulbous head of his cock brushed the still-sensitive folds of her pussy, they both gasped. Mack finally seemed to realize what she was doing. He lifted his head and stared into her face.

  They were only inches apart. She could feel his breath puff against her lips. He kissed her again, devouring her mouth thoroughly before pulling back.

  “Are you going to put my cock inside you, Jessa?”

  His deep bass voice rumbled through her, making her shiver. Or maybe that was the words he spoke. The question. There was her Mack. She nodded.

  “Yes, baby. Yes. We’re going to put your cock inside me now.”

  He grinned, showing teeth and dimples in his cheeks she hadn’t even known he had until that moment. Jessa lifted her head, kissing the grin off his mouth and seating the head of his cock at her entrance.