by Kyle, Celia
“We’re doing this,” she says, her voice brimming with desire. “We’re really doing this.” Breathing as hard as I am, she kicks her boots off and throws her pants to the side. Without taking my mouth from her breasts, I bring my right hand up and flatten it between her legs, my heart skipping a beat as I feel the drenched fabric of her underwear beneath my fingertips.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I grab her thong and rip it out from her body. I hear the fabric tearing and, just half a second later, Ilya gasps with anticipation. When I reach for her wetness and brush my index finger up the length of her inner lips, her gasp quickly transforms into a quivering moan.
“So good,” she breathes out, throwing her head back and closing her eyes. She thrusts against my hand, almost subconsciously, and I respond by draping my thumb over her clit. I start massaging it as gently as I can, but it doesn’t take long before I’m stroking it almost too fiercely, the fiery swaying of Ilya’s hips driving me absolutely crazy.
“I’m only getting started,” I tell her and then, before she has the chance to do anything about it, I go down on one knee in front of her. Placing one forearm over her waist, I pin her against the wall and stop her hips from moving. Slowly, I lean in and rest my lips against her inner thigh, the scent of her wetness unleashing the savage inside of me.
Unable to restrain myself, I slide my tongue over to her drenched inner lips, moving it up until I find her clit once more. She gasps, her whole body tensing up, and then grabs me by the horns. As she pulls me against her, eager to have my mouth pressed against her sweet spot, I respond in kind and wrap my lips around her clit.
“Fuck,” she moans, her sweet voice inundating the room. Closing my eyes, I twirl my tongue around her clit, enjoying the way her juices coat my tongue. I keep going until I no longer have any idea of how much time has passed, and only then do I decide to up the ante. Still punishing her clit with my tongue, I brush two fingers over her inner lips and start parting them with slow but deliberate movements.
Once Ilya’s ready, I push my fingers in and curl them upward, my heart drumming heavily as I feel the tightness of her inner walls. She is impossibly tight, and that makes me even more eager to be inside of her.
“Don’t stop,” she says all of a sudden and then raises one leg and places the back of her knee over my shoulder. Now with a better angle, I start moving my fingers in and out of her pussy, my lips and tongue working in perfect harmony as I unleash a storm of pleasure on her clit. Even though I still have my forearm over her waist, she fights against the hold I have on her and starts moving her hips once more, pushing herself against both my fingers and mouth.
It’s only a matter of time before she caves.
Her every single movement seems to inject more tension into her body, and the frenzied moans escaping her lips are proof enough of the feverish state she’s in. Somehow, her inner walls become even tighter around my fingers, squeezing them hard, and that’s all I need to know to go even harder.
It’s time to seize the moment.
Whipping her clit in a vicious manner, I push my two fingers as deep inside of her as I can, and then I just press them against the curved soft wall hidden inside her and hold my position. Just a fraction of a second later her entire body starts trembling, her muscles twitching as she finally surrenders to me.
“This is…this is…” Her words come out as half-whisper, half-moan. Her inner lips twitch almost imperceptibly against my knuckles, joining the seizure of pure lust that has taken over the rest of her body, and I can’t help but pull back from her and look up. She has her head thrown back, her eyelids fluttering softly, and I can see the white of her eyes as they roll back. The lines on her face have deepened—although in a way that makes her look even more beautiful—and her lips are pressed so tightly the red in them has gone pale.
When ecstasy finally starts receding from her body, all the tension from before deserts her, and her naked body goes limp without warning. Rising to my feet, I hold her up and smile, my eyes on hers.
“This is so damn good,” she finally manages to say, and then sucks in a deep breath. “I knew you’d be good, but I never expected you to be this good.”
“Like I said,” I whisper, “I’m only getting started.”
With that, I bring my mouth down on hers.
Chapter Twelve
Ilya
I offer no resistance.
Even though I feel completely spent, my body having just experienced a tidal wave of pleasure, I still want more. Something about Swipt makes me insatiable, a deep hunger for his body blooming inside of me.
I love it.
Parting his lips with the tip of my tongue, I melt into his embrace while both my hands dive straight to his waist. I push his shirt over his head, and then allow my fingers to wander over the chiseled contour of his abs and pectorals, the warmth of his golden skin sending a shiver up my spine. Wanting to experience him with all of my senses, I break our kiss and take a step back from him, my eyes immediately darting to his naked chest.
“Holy shit,” I breathe out, my brain struggling to process just how handsome he is. His muscles are so perfect that I’m tempted to believe he has been carved by a master sculptor. Every line, ridge, and groove create the perfect balance between strength and agility, the combination so damn perfect it only takes a fraction of a second for my body to respond. I become even wetter than I already was, my inner thighs slick with my juices, and the lust inside of me becomes so overpowering I can’t even think straight.
Relying on nothing but instinct, I place one hand between his legs and gasp. It seems like the rumors were true. The Kilgari do have more than just one cock. That alone should be enough to turn me into an anxious mess—how the hell am I supposed to handle something like this?—but the opposite happens. There’s no nervousness or hesitancy; instead, I a deep craving pushes me forward, a kind of desperate eagerness to experience everything Swipt has to offer me.
“I want you,” I say, my fingers working on his belt. I unbuckle it, pull it free from its loops, and then push his pants down. “I need you.”
“I’m right here, Ilya.”
Gritting my teeth, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs, the fabric struggling to contain his two hard members, and then yank on it. His two cocks spring free right away, their thickness and length making my insides clench, and my heart starts beating so fast I’m almost afraid it’s going to burst.
Slowly, I reach for him with both my hands and lay them on his hard flesh. I wrap my fingers around his hard cocks, the two of them throbbing against the palm of my hands, and then start moving my wrists. My fingers run up and down his length as I stroke him, and he lets a soft groan escape from between his lips.
“Fuck, Ilya,” he says, his eyes locked on mine. “I’ve been dying for this.”
“Yeah?” I find myself asking him, my words fraught with anticipation. “Show me.”
Not one to hesitate, he moves fast and picks me up from the floor. Carrying me in his arms toward the bed, he lays me down on the mattress and climbs up after me. Slowly, he grabs me by the wrists and pins me down, pressing his body against mine. Trapped in place, I don’t hesitate before lacing my legs around his waist to bring him even closer.
“I’ll be gentle,” he whispers as he leans in, bringing his lips down on mine once more. Slowly, he lowers himself until I feel his two hard members pressed against my aching pussy, and only then do I start wondering what I’m doing. Is he going to fit inside me? Is this going to hurt?
Yeah, he is that big.
Still, I’m not going to let that stop me.
As our tongues dance around each other, I free one of my hands from his grasp and slide my hand between our bodies to grip one of his cocks. I angle it down until the tip is pressed against my entrance and then arch my back as I mentally prepare myself for what’s about to come. As he finally releases my other wrist, I place my arm around his neck and relax, my inner lips slowly embrac
ing the tip of his cock. He takes his time as he eases himself in, going inch by slow inch, and I start kissing him feverishly as his thickness pushes my inner walls back.
“Yes,” I whisper against his lips, my whole body turning into a furnace as it adjusts to his size. Tightening my legs around his waist, I force him to go even deeper inside me, and I immediately throw my head back as a moan bursts from my mouth.
“You’re so tight,” he says, moving his hips gently. His movements are tender and kind, each thrust making my whole body relax, and I can’t help but be surprised by it. You’d never think a Kilgari would be capable of such tenderness. They look like warriors, and they act like warriors. Going by Swipt’s looks alone, wild savagery should be his modus operandi. The truth is, there are many layers when it comes to him. “You feel amazing, Ilya.”
“Right back at you,” I manage to say, my body subconsciously matching his thrusting motions. Guiding him with my legs, I force him to start moving faster and faster, and he’s quick to pick up on what I want from him. It doesn’t take long before he’s ravaging me in a savage manner, his entire length sliding in and out of me effortlessly. My eyes roll in their orbits as I try to process all the pleasure my nerve endings are shooting up to my brain.
Using one hand, I grab his second cock and start stroking it, the rhythm of my fingers matching that of his hips. I stroke him with only my fingertips, keeping his shaft pressed against my clit as I do, and that seems to give us both an extra edge.
“You’re perfect.” Leaning down, he takes his mouth to my breasts and twirls his tongue around my right nipple. “So fucking perfect.” He starts thrusting not only faster, but harder as well, and I have no other option but to moan like a mad woman. Remembering that we’re supposed to be hiding, I place my free hand over my mouth and try to muffle the sound of my moaning.
It’s almost impossible.
“I feel like...I’m going to explode,” I say between hard breaths, my lungs already working overtime to get the air in. My toes curl, my spine arches wildly, and even the stroking motion of my hand becomes erratic. Fireworks go off behind my shut eyelids, and the pressure rising inside me becomes almost unbearable. One slight push and I’m ready to dive head-first into a well of pleasure.
“Don’t hold back.” Thrusting almost too viciously, his cocks throbbing against my fingers and inner walls, he unleashes a thunderstorm of ecstasy upon my body. I forget all about the Frontier, the Ancestral Queen, Solace, and all the bullshit problems that have taken over my life.
For a moment, I’m free.
We come at the same time, a tidal wave of pleasure crashing against our naked bodies. Electricity shoots up my spine, flames swirl inside my mind, and every atom of my body seems to pop in and out of existence.
Moaning, I feel Swipt fill me up with his seed, his juices blending with my own as he continues thrusting. His second cock throbs against my fingers no more than a second later, and he explodes over my chest, ropes of white crisscrossing my naked breasts and chest.
For a moment, we say nothing, both our bodies still reeling from the experience. We just lie there in bed, in perfect stillness, while the warmth of our naked bodies keeps us sheltered from the real world.
I open my mouth to tell him how lucky I am, but exhaustion has already sunk its hooks on me. I feel my consciousness being dragged into the darkness and, before I can do anything about it, I slip into the world of dreams.
Chapter Thirteen
Ilya
It’s dark when I wake up. Swipt is still sleeping soundly beside me, so I allow myself a moment to look at him. I rake my gaze over his face, the strong cheeks and jaw, the way his lashes rest against his cheeks, and how he looks so damn peaceful and at ease. I’ve never seen his face like this and it’s definitely something I could get used to waking up next to every day.
I have to say, the events of the past day were quite unexpected. I didn’t think we’d run into much trouble all the way out here, even with the IHC now on our tail, but the more shocking events were the ones that followed. Not in a million years would I have thought Swipt and I would hook up in a ramshackle boarding house at the edge of the known galaxy.
At least we had a bed.
There’s always been something about him that I can’t—and don’t want to—resist. He’s been charming and kind since the first day we met, and even though I’ve never been overly forward with men, I always go after what I want. I’ve never been one to just sit back and let my life happen to me, choosing to be the mistress of my own fate. The moment Swipt closed the door and we were finally alone in this room...I just couldn’t control myself any longer.
And thank goodness for that. No one else has ever made me feel the way Swipt does. Never in my life have I ever come so hard that I’ve passed out. It was like he was born knowing how to touch me. Not once did I have to utter a word of direction. He lit my body on fire with a single touch.
My attraction to him is only heightened by how he makes me feel emotionally. Even though this mission went tits up pretty quickly, not once did I ever feel unsafe. I know I have nothing to worry about when he’s by my side. He’s never said as much, but somehow I’ve always known that my wellbeing is his priority. If it came down to it, I think he’d die trying to protect me.
And what woman wouldn’t find that incredibly sexy?
Almost as if he senses I’m awake, he stirs and catches me staring at him. I feel a deep blush creep across my cheeks and flick my eyes away. The weight of his gaze makes me suddenly very interested in taking in our surroundings.
He doesn’t do the same, choosing instead to take my hand in his and bring my fingers to his lips. “I don’t mind you looking at me, you know. You don’t have to pretend you’re not interested. I think we’re well past that now.”
I manage a laugh and nod slightly before returning my eyes to his. He cups my face in his massive hands and draws me in for a kiss. I allow him to cover my mouth with his, sighing as I feel his tongue slide against my own.
“This isn’t exactly where I pictured our first time together, but it’s better than continuing to pine over you. I’m glad it finally happened, no matter how it came about,” he says against my lips.
I sigh happily. “Me too.”
I run my hands over the smooth planes of his chest and stomach, making my way down to the indentations of his hips. Just as I’m about to take both his mighty cocks in my hands there’s a knock at the door. He lets out a short, rumbling growl but rises from the bed all the same, slipping quickly into his pants.
I don’t feel one ounce of shame as I check out his ass. Not even a tiny bit.
“Hello again,” he says in greeting to the owner of the boarding house.
The older woman looks nervous as she begins to speak. “I’m sorry to interrupt what sounded like quite the post-wedding celebrations, but I’ve got some bad news. My son called to tell me there’s trouble in town. A shopkeeper is claiming he was assaulted earlier today by a Kilgari and has just been lamenting the fact that he got robbed as he sat and drank at one of our local dives. Well, one of the other regulars mentioned that they saw a Kilgari heading here specifically. So now that shopkeeper is out finding some marines and coming here to see for himself. I don’t want to kick you out, but I have a business to run and a reputation to uphold. If there were any other way…”
“We understand. We’re grateful for your assistance,” Swipt says kindly.
“If they show up here, I’ll try my best to keep them at bay, but you need to leave now. Going out the front door would be too risky. You’ll need to exit through the back.”
“We’ll make it work. Thank you again. We owe you a debt.”
“You owe me nothing. seeing two people in as much love as you are reminded me of the love of my life and that’s payment enough. I hope everything works out for you both. Take care, and don’t get caught.”
She gives Swipt a wink and a smile as she turns on her heel, returning to the floor below
.
I’m already up and pulling my clothes back on when he closes the door. He crosses the floor and throws his shirt back on before heading to the window, I assume to assess the distance to the ground. Once I’m dressed, I grab my bag, ensuring the phase converter is inside, and join him at the window.
“It’s not too far, and it’s probably our best chance. I’ll go first and wait for you on the ground, just in case you lose your footing.”
“Is that your way of saying you’ll catch me if I fall?” I ask, hitting him with a megawatt smile.
“Always,” he replies with a grin of his own.
He presses his lips to mine one more time before climbing onto the small ledge outside the window. I watch as he uses the water pipe attached to the side of the building to steadily lower himself to the ground. It doesn’t look too difficult, but I feel anxious about doing it all the same.
“Don’t hesitate!” he calls up to me from the ground.
Taking his advice, I don’t waste another moment. I pull myself through the window and start shimmying down the pipe, relieved when I get close enough to the ground that he can reach up and put his hands on my waist. He assists me the rest of the way before depositing me on the ground beside him.
“I think I recognize this area. We should be able to make it back to the hoverpod relatively quickly. Let’s take this alley. Stay with me,” Swipt says.
I immediately reach for his hand. He threads his fingers tightly through mine and pulls me alongside him.
We stick to the alleys as best we can, weaving through their tight, winding passageways. We’re often pressed against one another as we navigate them, not that I’m complaining. Even though we’re quite literally on the run for our life, my body revels in our closeness.