by Tana Stone
“Are you sure?” I teased, humming and buzzing my lips against her swollen clit.
She twitched her hips. “I’m sure. I’m so close.”
“Beg me,” I ordered.
Her eyes darkened, and she dug her fingernails into my scalp. “Please.”
Her desperate tone made my cock swell. “Please what, Zoey?”
She blinked at me, her expression dazed as I swirled a tongue across her clit.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I commanded. “Beg me for it.”
She flinched, but I was already teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue, and I knew she wanted more—needed more.
“I want to come on your tongue,” she gasped.
I started moving my fingers in and out again. “And then?”
She arched her back, lifting her clit to my lips. “And then I want you to fuck me hard.”
“Beg me,” I whispered.
“Please fuck me hard,” she said between breaths. “I need your cock. Please.”
My cock was rock hard as I turned my attention to her clit again, sucking it for only a few seconds before her body clenched around my fingers, her hips bucking as she screamed. I waited until her legs were trembling to lift her off the bar and carry her to one of the lower tables.
Laying her on her back, I tugged my pants down and released my cock.
“Wait,” she said as I spread her legs. “Take off your clothes.”
I paused, glancing down at the pussy that was so wet and ready for me.
“I want to see you,” she insisted. “All of you.”
With an impatient huff, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped my pants. “I’m not removing my boots.”
She shrugged, her gaze moving across my chest muscles and down the ridges of my stomach. When she reached my cock, thick and long and jutting out eagerly from my body, she inhaled sharply. “Holy shit.”
I bent over her, my eyes locking with hers as I notched my cock at her opening. “You still sure you want me to fuck you hard?”
She loosed a breath, her gaze going molten. “I’m sure, Captain.”
“Kalex,” I corrected. “Say my name.”
She shook her head, her lips quivering. “I don’t think so. You’ll have to make me.”
Of course, she would challenge me, even when my cock was about to split her, and she’d just come on my tongue. Zoey still thought she was in control, even though her body was at my mercy. It was a misguided belief I looked forward to changing.
I dropped my head so that my lips brushed her earlobe. “Oh, I’ll make you scream my name,” I whispered as I drove my cock inside her.
Chapter Fourteen
Zoey
All the breath rushed from my body as Kalex filled me, holding himself deep while I fought for breath. His own breathing was shallow, and he raised his head, meeting my eyes.
“Are you still sure?”
Even though his girth stretched me farther than I’d ever been stretched before, I loved the feeling of being filled by him. “I’m sure. Don’t even think of going easy on me.”
My body pulsed as I clung to his back, my fingers slipping on his sweaty skin before finding purchase on the bumps that ran down the length of his spine. His nodes, I thought, remembering that Drexian males had bumps that heated and grew hard when they were aroused. If that was true, he was very aroused, because the bumps burned under my flesh.
The captain’s mouth quirked as he drew himself out, his gaze never leaving mine. “I’d never dream of it.” Then he stroked back in me, scooping his hips at the last minute and hitting all the right spots.
I tipped my head back and closed my eyes, savoring the feel of his body meshed with mine, our bare flesh hot. He thrust into me with a steady rhythm, each powerful movement making me gasp, then he dragged his tongue up the length of my neck, nipping my jawline and making me hiss out a breath.
“Eyes on me, Zoey,” he said, his commanding tone startling me enough that I opened my eyes. Our faces were so close our breath mingled, and I watched the pulse thrum at his temple. Even though it was hard to resist fluttering my eyelids closed so I could disappear into a world of intoxicating sensations, his gaze was pure power.
I put one hand on his cheek, my nails scraping his dark stubble and pressing hard enough for him to draw in a quick breath. His eyes flashed, and he drove into me even harder, heat skittering across my skin. I hitched my legs higher, crossing them behind his back.
“You want it deeper?”
Before I could think about whether I could handle deeper, he’d reared back and lifted one leg over his shoulder while he held the other leg out to the side. My ass left the table, and I moaned as the new angle penetrated me even farther. “Kalex!”
“That’s right,” he gritted out. “Scream my name.”
I clenched my teeth together to keep myself from crying out again. As incredible as he felt, I did not want the arrogant ass to think he could make me do whatever he wanted me to, even if he was buried balls-deep inside me.
I scored one hand down the intricate black tattoos that spanned from his shoulder to his wrist, watching pink marks bloom behind my fingers. “Why don’t you scream mine?”
He let out a low laugh, sliding his hand around so his thumb brushed against my exposed clit. My body jerked, the sensitive nerves already overloaded.
“Kalex,” I said, as he continued to pump into me, swirling his thumb over my clit while my body shuddered. “It’s too much.”
He paused his thumb but didn’t stop driving into me, the muscles in his neck straining and his shoulders bunched. “I thought you said you could handle me.”
I whimpered and arched my back. My second release would be faster than the first, but I could already sense that it would be fiercer.
In a single, fast movement, Kalex spun my leg over my body and flipped me onto my stomach, pulling out for a beat before he planted my feet on the floor, kicked them wide and drove into me from behind. I knifed up, throwing my head back as he grasped my neck and twisted my face around so that he could capture my mouth with his.
Now his pace was punishing, his cock hammering into me as his tongue fought with mine. When he broke away, he whispered urgently in my ear. “Is this too much?”
I shook my head so hard my vision blurred. “Give it to me.”
Kalex let out a guttural sound, pushing my head down and grasping my hips so he could angle my ass into the air. I twisted my head around to watch him, his jaw tight and sweat beading down his chest. His eyes were riveted to the place our bodies met, and he growled as he watched himself stroke into me.
“You like watching yourself?” I asked, my voice low.
He glanced up, cocking an eyebrow at me. “I like watching your tight, little pussy take me.”
“I told you I could take you,” I said, arching my ass even higher. “Everything you can dish out and more, Captain.”
He reached one hand around and found my clit again, teasing me as he continued thrusting. “Kalex.”
I managed to laugh even though my body began to spasm, wave after delicious wave crashing over me, my body clenching around his cock as I gripped the sides of the table and screamed. He returned both hands to my hips, hammering a final hard thrust into me before roaring his own release and pulsing hot into me.
I sagged onto the table as he jerked a few times and finally bent over me, gasping for air. He rested his forehead against my back, his warm breaths tickling my skin and sending shivers down my spine. When I could breathe enough to speak, I craned my neck around to look at him.
“Any chance of you letting me up?”
“If it means I have to pull out, no.”
A giggle escaped my throat. “Speaking of that, how are you still hard?”
He slowly sat back. “I’m still inside you. How could I not be hard?”
I shook my head in disbelief. I’d heard whispers about the Drexians—their size, their stamina, their skill—but no one had
mentioned that they stayed hard. Then my stomach clenched. “I’m not on any… We didn’t use anything.”
His brow furrowed for a moment, his recent orgasm clearly making his mind sluggish. “You mean a condom?” He made a face. “Primitive things. We don’t need to use them. Every Drexian is immunized for sexual diseases and given an implant. When we take a mate, it’s removed.”
“The males take the birth control?”
He looked at me as if my question was absurd. “We do cause fertilization. It only makes sense to put the responsibility on us.” His expression became serious. “I would never have put you at risk.”
“Thanks,” I said. It was a strange conversation to have considering he was still inside me, but it was also kind of sweet.
Kalex slowly drew himself from me, and I immediately missed the feeling of him lodged between my legs.
“There’s still the matter of insubordination,” he said, standing with his hands on his hips behind me.
I turned, leaning against the table so my legs wouldn’t collapse. “Insubordination?”
Even completely naked with his long cock hanging between his legs, he looked imposing and intimidating. Maybe even more so now that I knew what he could do with said cock.
He gave a single nod, his gaze raking over my body and lingering on my breasts. “You didn’t scream my name like I ordered you to.”
My pulse fluttered, and I crossed my arms over my chest, purposefully pushing my breasts up so the hard nipples were impossible to miss. “I told you I wouldn’t unless you made me.”
He licked his bottom lip as he eyed my tight peaks. “I guess I’ll have to be more persuasive next time.”
“Next time?” I teased. “That’s pretty arrogant of you to assume there’ll be a next time.”
He closed the gap between us, circling one hand around my waist and pressing it to the small of my back. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you again, make no doubt about it.”
Arousal heated my core, even though I wanted to be irritated with him. How had he flipped it around, so he was the one in charge? I dragged a finger down between his sculpted pectoral muscles. “You’re going to fuck me when and where I say you can, Captain.”
He cupped my face in his other hand, his gaze taking in my features before locking eyes with me. “I’ll agree to those demands.”
“I’ll bet you will.”
He dropped his head, his lips vibrating the shell of my ear as he spoke. “But I have some demands of my own.”
I pulled back, pushing him away with one hand planted on his chest. “Like?”
“That’s on a need-to-know basis.”
My fingertips traced a scar beneath his chest muscles, enjoying our verbal sparring almost as much as I’d enjoyed our sexual sparring. “And this?”
He stiffened, stepping back, and releasing me from his grasp. “Nothing.”
I watched as he gathered our clothes off the floor, wondering why the scar made the tough Drexian react so strangely. He tugged on his clothes quickly, glancing at me and then the door.
“We should leave separately.”
I didn’t look up as I buttoned my shirt. “You’re already dressed. You should go.”
He took a step then hesitated, looking back at me with a tortured expression that made my own gut lurch.
“Go,” I said. “It’s not like you’re going to walk me back to my door and give me a goodnight kiss. This was not a date.”
He held my gaze for a moment, then grunted and nodded, spinning and striding from the lounge. I finished dressing and released a breath, relieved that I wasn’t the only one who wanted to keep feelings out of it. This would make it so much easier when we both left.
Chapter Fifteen
Kalex
“Grekking hell,” I murmured as I stepped into my darkened quarters.
It was the first thing I’d said since I’d left Zoey in the officers’ lounge and strode silently through the dimly lit station, the corridors empty. I’d been grateful that no one had been wandering the halls late in the night cycle. I hadn’t been forced to acknowledge any Drexian salutes or speak to any warriors I knew. Which was a good thing since my mind was still a tempestuous mess after leaving Zoey.
I didn’t illuminate my suite, instead letting my eyes naturally adjust to the shadows, the only light coming from the long window overlooking space on one side, and a panel of inset purple light glowing high over my large bed. I preferred to stay in relative darkness as I kicked off my boots and quickly shed the rest of my clothing, tossing it onto the tightly tucked, steel-gray duvet.
I wasted no time walking into the bathroom—the motion-sensor ambient lighting making the room glow blue—and flicking on the shower, welcoming the sound of the water hitting the stone floor. There was only a half-wall separating the shower from the rest of the room, and all of it made of obsidian stone quarried from the Drexian home world, the shimmering rock seemingly embedded with a million tiny stars. Without waiting for the water to warm, I stepped under the stream, jerking from the cold but bracing my hands on the wall and bowing my head as the icy water cascaded over my head and down my back. My nodes were so hot I suspected steam would rise up as the cold water hit them.
“Grek,” I said again, the Drexian curse as comforting as the Drexian stone beneath my hands and feet.
What had I done? How many rules had I broken in one fell swoop? I groaned as I thought about my body entwined with Zoey’s, slick skin slapping on slick skin. We’d fucked like we fought—hard and desperate, holding nothing back. Even now, with frigid water sluicing down my body, thinking of her made my core heat and my skin prickle.
I shook my head, scraping both of my hands through my hair and tipping my head back so the water could run down my face. I was surprised my hot skin wasn’t sizzling as the water hit it, although the water was slowly warming, the shock of the cold morphing into a warmth that would soon fill the room with steam.
I’d hoped the shower would cool me off and banish the thoughts of the astro-architect from my mind, but instead, it made me think about her even more. I couldn’t stop myself from imagining her naked body curved against mine as water flowed over both of us. Now that I’d seen all her gorgeous curves, it was impossible not to imagine her wet and pushed up against the dark stone.
I curled one hand into a fist and pounded it against the wall, the impact jolting me back to reality. I couldn’t have Zoey in my shower. I couldn’t have Zoey again, period. Not only was fraternizing with the crew frowned upon by Drexian High Command, I was also her commanding officer, and captain of the station. I was in a position of power over her, no matter what she believed, and it was an abuse of my power to have any sort of relationship with her.
I flinched at the word relationship. It would be a big leap to call fucking Zoey on a table in the officers’ lounge a relationship. Besides, what she’d said to me before I’d left had made it perfectly clear that she wasn’t interested in anything more. The way she’d looked at me, I wondered if she was even interested in me.
I turned and let the now-hot water hit my chest, the droplets stinging my skin. I may have been inside the woman, my cock buried to the hilt as she’d bucked and screamed, but that didn’t mean anything had changed between us. Or had it?
I ran a finger along the scar below my chest muscles, recalling the feel of Zoey’s finger when she’d touched it—her soft skin almost buzzing against the puckered scar. Why had I gone cold when she’d asked about it? Why hadn’t I just told her about my illness as a child?
Because you didn’t want her to think you’re weak.
I squeezed my eyes shut, pain and fear from the past washing over me. Even though it had been so long ago that the memories of being hooked up to machines were hazy, I could still taste the sharp tang of fear. It hadn’t just been my fear, though. It had been my parents’ fear that had seeped into my bones, the look in their eyes that I was going to die from the rare illness. The sheer terror that they were going to
lose me. I never wanted to see that look on anyone’s face again. And I hadn’t.
I rolled my neck, pivoting so that the nearly scalding water hit the back of my neck and my tight shoulder muscles. After I’d recovered, I’d made it my mission to be tougher and stronger than anyone else. I’d pushed myself in the Drexian military academy and then moved on to Inferno Force, which only accepted the strongest and most daring warriors. I’d proved myself every step of the way—and proved to myself that I would never be afraid again. Instead, I ran headlong into danger, and beat it back every time.
No one feared for me anymore. Not that I had anyone who would worry about me now. My parents were gone, and though my Inferno Force brothers would mourn my death and drink to my memory, they would not be tortured by my loss. I inhaled deeply and sucked in a lungful of hot steam. It was better that way. Which was another reason why nothing could ever happen with Zoey again.
I flipped off the water, standing under the shower and letting the last streams course off me. Now that the water had cleared my head, I knew more than ever that I’d made a mistake. A big impetuous mistake that could never happen again.
I snatched a black towel from the nearby rack and rubbed it roughly over my body and hair before tossing it back on the rack. I’d been weak, letting my urges control my better sense, but I couldn’t let myself be weak again. An Inferno Force captain was never weak.
I strode from the bathroom and flopped on top of the bed, too hot from the shower to crawl under the covers. My newfound determination gave me confidence that I could make sure what had happened with Zoey remained a one-time slip-up. Drexian warriors were disciplined in mind and body. I could resist the temptation to fuck her.
I huffed out an exasperated breath as I glanced down my own body to where my cock jutted upward from my body, rigid and aching at the mere thought of Zoey. Now I just had to convince my grekking body.
Chapter Sixteen
Zoey