She hesitated, the scientific part of her brain trying to launch logical arguments. But this time her body wouldn’t listen. Micco’s passion for her was undeniable. He liked her, he liked fucking her.
Her mouth missed his cock, hitting his hip, and she instantly slid her parted lips to the flaccid shaft, drawing them along its length. She drew the tip between her teeth, sucking the mushroomed head. Micco sighed in his sleep, shifting beneath her.
Rena angled her body, positioning her knees beside one hip and her hands beside the other. The shaft stirred in her mouth, growing, and she brought it deeper. He tasted so good, smelled even better. She worked her mouth up and down in excitement. Micco’s hips shifted, as he made a weak noise.
“Ah,” he jerked, as if coming to full awareness. His movements changed from sleepy stirrings to full thrusts.
His hands delved into her hair, pushing her down. His cock thickened to full potency and she couldn’t fit him all in, so she brought a hand to grab the root, splaying her fingers over his balls.
“Fuck me!” he exclaimed in surprise, the words more of a stunned affirmation than a command. “Ah fuck.”
Rena moaned, letting him hear how much she liked it. She sucked harder. His hand ran down her side to rest on her ass. He squeezed the cheek hard before giving it a light smack. Her pussy jerked in approval and she gasped around his cock. She cupped his balls, letting her finger hit the sensitive flesh just behind them.
“Oh yeah, suck me, don’t stop,” Micco urged, flexing his hips. He spanked her again, slightly harder and more fully across her ass. Rena cried out as the vibrations hit the bottom curve of her cheeks near her pussy.
She’d never been so turned on her in life. His sexual energy wrapped around her—from his potent, masculine smell to the intense heat of his body. Her breasts swayed, the nipples aching for an attention they wouldn’t get. Shifting her weight, she let go of his balls and placed a hand against his stomach. Her fingers followed the trail of hair up, across his stomach to his chest and back down again. His skin was as smooth as silk and as hard as marble.
She felt him tense. His cock twitched in her mouth. He came, the salty taste of his release filling her mouth. She swallowed his cum, drinking every last drop.
* * * * *
Micco gasped for breath as his limbs fell weakly onto the bed. At first, when he awoke to the intense pleasure on his cock, he’d thought he was dreaming again. He almost reached down to take care of the problem himself until the reality of warm lips finally broke through his hazy brain.
Rena purred like a sexual temptress as she finally let his cock free from her delightful mouth. “Mm. Delicious.”
He was too stunned to answer. Never had he thought something like this would happen between them—her waking him with a blowjob, her very proper mouth initiating such an intimate act. Sure, he’d hoped, even fantasized, but to have it happen…
Micco groaned. “Had I known an apology would have worked so well, I would have given it to you years ago.”
“I hope you don’t mind,” Rena said. There was a huskiness to her voice that he hadn’t heard before. “I couldn’t seem to stop myself.”
He cleared his throat. “No, of course not. Anytime you want to, ah…”
“Suck your cock?” she offered.
“Yeah, anytime you want to suck my cock, by all means.” He gave a light laugh.
“And what if…” she paused, sliding a leg over his chest. He wished he could see her in the dark, but it was impossible. All he could do was listen and feel. She straddled his chest and leaned over. He realized she sat backward on him, facing his feet. She slid her pussy up toward his mouth. “What if I wanted you to fuck me with your mouth?”
Rena kissed his stomach. The smell of her cunt filled him as she backed up, hooking her knees under his armpits. Micco unthreaded his arms, moaning as he realized what she wanted. He grabbed her hips, jerking her pussy to his mouth. He kissed her deeply, licking and biting before fucking her with his tongue.
Rena bit his stomach and dug her nails into his thighs. She circled her hips, grinding against his face. He didn’t care if she smothered him. What better way to go? He felt his cock shift, as if coming awake from its last release to see what was happening.
Her clit rubbed his whiskered chin and she cried out in pleasure. A flood of cream rewarded his mouth as she came. Weakly, she fell forward, her parted thighs by his cheeks. He let her catch her breath, but the second he felt it slow, he said, “I want to fuck you.”
Her hand slid to his cock, as if gauging his interest. It was half erect. She stroked it a few times before sliding off him. “How do you want me?”
He groaned, finding it nearly impossible to answer that question. He wanted her so many different ways.
“Any way you want it,” she urged, her words tinged with excitement. “I’m yours to command.”
Finally, he said, “Get on your hands and knees. I’m going to ride you.”
The bed shifted and he rolled up, blindly searching for her. He touched her thigh. She’d obeyed.
Micco placed himself behind her. He cupped her pussy, testing its wetness with his probing fingers. He stroked her, pressing up against her sweet spot. “I want to ride you hard.”
“Yes,” she gasped in approval, encouraging him to go on. “Ride me hard. I want you to.”
“I want to pound my cock inside you.”
“Yes, pound me. Do it.” She wiggled and pressed back into his hand. Cream wet his fingers.
“I want to cram your pussy so full you can’t walk tomorrow.” He withdrew his hand and smacked her hip.
“Yes, yes!” she cried.
His cock ached. He wouldn’t have thought it possible after coming twice already, but this woman tempted him like no other had. He drew himself to her pussy, wetting himself along her slit before he took aim.
“Give it to me, Micco!” she ordered.
He smacked her hip again before grabbing hold. He slammed his hips against her ass, filling her completely. She gasped and arched. Micco didn’t slow as he fucked her hard, pounding into her in a fast, beating rhythm. He leaned forward to cup her breasts, using them to urge her forward and back on his cock. He pinched her nipples.
“Give it to me,” she cried louder. “That’s it. Punish me. Spank me. Make me yours.”
The naughty demands nearly made him lose control. Never would he have thought Rena would say such things. But who was he to deny her? He let go of her breasts and spanked her hard. She cried out for more and he did it again.
“Is that it?” he asked, grunting at the effort it took to keep up the wild pace. “Are you a bad girl?”
“Yes!” Rena panted. “Don’t stop.”
Micco rammed hard, not sure how much longer he could hold back.
“Ah!” She stiffened, her muscles clamping down on him as she came. Micco fought his release, not wanting to stop for fear he’d wake up and find it was all some torturous dream. He didn’t move, gasping for air as he managed to stave off ejaculation.
When she would have fallen forward, he held her hips fast. “I’m not done.”
“But…?” She pushed up in surprise. “You didn’t…?”
“You said I could have it any way I wanted.” He pulled out of her pussy and drew his wet cock up the cleft of her ass. He pushed insistently forward into the soft cheeks until his cock head met the tight rosette buried there. She stiffened. “I want this.”
She made a weak noise. “But, I haven’t… Uh, I mean, no one ever…”
“Mm, good.” The thought of being the first nearly made him lose it all over the backs of her thighs. “Virgin territory. Don’t worry. I’ll break you open slowly.”
She again made a weak noise, but he didn’t stop, couldn’t stop, not unless she ordered him to.
“Relax,” he soothed, prying her open. The tip of his cock dipped past the tight barrier. He groaned at the almost painful grip. “Let me in. Oh baby, that’s it.” He slid
slowly deeper. Her harsh breath echoed around them, mingling with his. “Mm, this feels so good, so tight.” He withdrew, keeping his progress agonizingly slow. “I can’t believe no one has ever taken you here. Your ass is so sweet, so firm. I’ve wanted to fuck it from the first moment I saw you.” He pushed deeper. Halfway there. “I can’t believe I’m…ah!”
He came, his cock jerking as he spilled his seed into her ass. He’d only managed to fit himself halfway in, but it was more squeezing than his body could handle. He jerked several times, as wave after wave of cum jetted out of him. With a loud cry he pulled out of her, shaking as he fell back on the bed. His heart pounded hard and he couldn’t catch his breath.
* * * * *
Rena couldn’t speak as Micco’s large cock stretched her anus. She’d never felt anything like it. As pleasure started to build, he came. Her orgasm followed, a sweet, new rush of sensations. He fell back on the bed. Maybe anal sex was more for the man than the woman. She’d come three times and could hardly find room to complain. Rena stretched next to him with a tired yawn.
“I’m sorry, I couldn’t hold back,” he said.
Punish me. Spank me. Make me yours.
Rena blushed, realizing what she’d said. She’d never acted like that in bed before. Thankful he couldn’t see her face in the dark, she tried to think of something, anything, to say.
“Are you disappointed?” he asked, almost shyly.
“Not at all,” she answered, just as soft. “Are you?”
He laughed, tiredly slapping her hip. “Hardly. I’ve never been so fulfilled.”
Chapter Three
Days lingered on like never before and work became tedious. Rena could think of little more than ending her day and getting home and into the bed of her virile husband.
Husband. The idea still seemed strange. As did the knowledge that she had a man waiting for her at home. Well, he’d be home later, after work.
Looking into the microscope for the fifth time, she studied the new specimen for a moment and then leaned over to record her findings. By the time she lifted her pen, she’d forgotten what she was going to write.
“I see you’re not cursing your luck anymore,” Darcy laughed halfheartedly, walking into the lab. “I swear the entire city is having sex but me.”
Rena blushed. She couldn’t help it.
“Don’t tell me,” Darcy continued, sidling up to her. She peeked into the microscope and whispered, “He’s hung like a stallion and fucks like a Greek god.”
Rena’s blush deepened.
“I really hate you right now,” Darcy said.
Rena frowned, suddenly concerned. “Is something wrong? Is Dr. Von Sibenthal that bad?”
“Never mind,” Darcy said. “It doesn’t matter.”
“If your husband is mean to you, I can get Micco to change your marital assignment. Last I heard there were twenty-six couples officially applying for reassignment. Oh, and one who claims they’re not married because of religious beliefs.”
“Yeah, that last one would be my darling husband,” Darcy answered. “Apparently, my hair color is a bad omen and I make funny noises when I sleep. Between us, I think he’s just gone a little crazy on this base. He sleeps in the bathroom, and I’m pretty sure he has some kind of strange romance going with the shower stall.”
“Oh, Darcy, I’m sure—”
A loud blaring sounded, jolting them from their conversation. Rena jerked, accidently knocking her hand into the microscope. The specimen tray slid onto the floor, but the equipment remained bolted down. Rena gasped, rubbing her sore hand as she looked around her laboratory. The room pitched to the side at a sharp angle. The sound of breaking glass and falling implements rang out seconds before people began to scream. The overhead lights flashed red. Rena slid into Darcy, unable to get a good foothold on the smooth metal floor. They slammed into the wall.
“We’re sinking,” Darcy said, gasping for breath. Tears came to her eyes. “This is it.”
“Stay here and lock down the lab. I have to get to the pit. It’s my turn on safety rotation.” Rena rolled against the wall toward the door. She held onto the doorframe as she slid into the hall. “Something’s wrong. If we stay on our side, we’ll lose pressure. I need to get to the pit.”
Pressing her hands along the wall, she braced herself as she walked. She tried to listen past the frantic beat of her heart, tried not to let fearful thoughts race through her head. Looking behind her, she hoped Micco was all right. She wanted more than anything to check on him.
Micco. Strange how in such a short time things seemed to matter so much more. She had a reason to live, to fight.
She quickened her pace, feeling a cold breeze whispering over her, smelling of salt. Seeing a man from the pit coming up the hall in the opposite direction, she asked, “Peter, what’s happening?”
“We’re taking on water,” Peter answered. His hair dripped and his clothes were wet. “Protocol Twelve.” Then turning to look back, he yelled, “Come on, Jack! We have to get to the top!”
Peter pushed over her as he passed. Cold water dripped on her arms. Jack was right behind him, saying as he moved by, “Stay out of 4A. It’s underwater.”
Rena nodded, continuing down.
* * * * *
Micco knew he should head straight down to the pit. Reports had come into his lab that someone had tampered with one of the pressure control units. After locking down his section and his people, he ran the best he could up the sharp incline of the hall toward Rena’s side of the base. This way he’d pass by her lab on his way down.
His heart hammered in his chest. Rena’s name had flashed up on his screen as the alert went out. It was her three-month shift on safety patrol. Out of all the months when something could happen, why on her shift? She’d be the first one down there on the front lines—putting out fires, jumping into the black ocean depths, whatever was required. They all knew the stakes. They all knew they’d have to be ready to sacrifice themselves for the whole, should it come to that.
“Rena!” He pulled around the hall toward her lab, running along the wall. Reaching the door, he yelled again, “Rena!”
“You missed her,” Darcy answered, pointing the direction that would take him down. “She left me here to lock up.”
“Damn it,” he swore, rushing after her.
* * * * *
The base shifted, leveling out. Rena stopped moving. Water rushed over her boots, wetting her calves. Deep sea fish skittered past her, their ugly bodies flopping against the metal. She shivered, the cotton material not offering much protection against subzero temperatures. Her heart pounded. Even though she was terrified, she surged forward into the water. Something brushed by her ankle, but she couldn’t see what it was.
“Don’t bite me, don’t bite me,” she chanted softly, thinking of the sharp-teeth sea creatures they pulled from the depths. She forced her legs to move. The water rose to her upper thighs.
“Valve seven shut!” someone yelled.
“Valve seven,” Gregory acknowledged. He stood on a platform just out of the water, coordinating their efforts.
“Valve six shut!”
“Valve six,” Gregory repeated.
“Dr. Gates here!” Rena yelled. A violent shiver ran over her spine. Water flooded the lower level, lapping up against the walls. Mentally, she measured where the pit would be in the room, not wanting to accidently fall through the bottom of the city into oblivion.
“Valve five jammed!”
“Gates, five,” Gregory yelled.
Rena obeyed, her arms flinging as she pushed her way to help.
* * * * *
Micco’s heart skipped a beat as he reached the pit. The base swayed back and forth, making it hard to stand in the waist-deep water. Lights flickered.
“Hold on!” a man yelled to his right.
“Man under!” a female screamed to his left.
Micco headed left, scanning the room for Rena.
Finding a wom
an frantically swimming in the water, he dove in and began feeling around. Freezing water stung every inch of flesh. His hand hit hair and he pulled, dragging the downed man by the head. The water was much deeper when he surfaced and he had a hard time staying afloat.
The woman surfaced with a gasp. Micco pulled the drowned man up. She swam for them. “Careful, jellyfish.”
“Take him up,” Micco ordered. “I’ll stay.”
“Valve five,” she said, before hooking her arm to help the unconscious man. “It’s been tampered with. We can’t stop the water.”
Micco swam for valve five. A loud gasp sounded as someone surfaced. Instantly, he saw Rena’s face. Her brown hair was slicked back.
“Rena!” Micco went for her. “Get out of here.”
“Can’t,” she gasped for breath. “I have to get the valve—”
“We need breathers,” he said.
“They’re damaged. Someone smashed them.” Rena’s eyes looked into his.
“Go up!” Micco ordered. “I’ll get the valve.”
She actually glared at him when he made a move to reach for her. Her lips were unnaturally blue from the cold. “I will not abandon…duty.”
Before he could stop her, she went under. Micco cursed, swimming after her. Lights flashed beneath the surface. As Rena went toward them, a man pushed away and swam for the surface. She grabbed a crowbar wedged in the grates and started to pull. Not knowing what they were doing, Micco lent his strength to the task. His lungs began to burn and it became hard to feel his fingers.
Rena braced her feet and pulled. Suddenly, the grate gave, the metal shutters closing. The base pitched. The crowbar sliced through the water to the floor. Rena’s body was flung back. Her arms flailed and her head hit a metal cabinet. Bubbles filtered past her lips.
Help came from the surface, going toward the valve. Micco grabbed his wife, pulling her behind him. His gut tightened. She wasn’t swimming. He should have dragged her out of the water and made her go to safety.
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