SavingAttractions

by Rebecca Airies

  His hands tightened and he rolled her beneath him. She laughed. She should have known he’d do something like that. It had taken a little while, especially with how little they’d been able to do more than talk, but now she knew he’d accept any challenge she tossed his way. Apparently, he’d decided that that encouragement constituted a challenge.

  He came to his knees, his legs on the outside of hers. “What should I do now that I have all this to play with?”

  “Accept that you aren’t going to be playing alone.” She reached out and trailed her fingers lightly over the head of his cock. Jutting out as it was, it was simply asking for a touch.

  “Teasing again. I think you owe me a forfeit this time.” Jagger’s fingers circled her wrists and pressed them to bed as he leaned over her.

  “What kind of forfeit?”

  “I think that you should kiss my cock since you decided that you needed to tease me.” He smiled wickedly and his eyes locked on her lips.

  If that’s all he wanted, then he could have waited a few minutes, because it was definitely on her list. Deciding to tease him a little more, she simply waited silently. She smiled up at him. He continued holding her hands against the blanket and stared down at her.

  “Forfeit or torture?” His eyes narrowed and his mouth firmed as he watched her. His golden hair hung around his face, casting it in shadow, but she had no problem seeing the teasing light in his eyes.

  “What kind of torture? I really don’t get off on pain.” She licked her lips and looked up at him through her lashes.

  “No pain, but I’m fairly sure I can have you begging to do anything I want in very little time at all.” He leaned down until they were almost nose to nose.

  She thought he might kiss her. Not that she needed convincing, but it was fun to see how he reacted. His head lowered, but his teeth grazed her lower lip. Lifting her head, she returned the light bite, just a little harder.

  “I smell something sweet.” Jagger inhaled once and then again. “Someone’s enjoying this.”

  “It is a little tantalizing.” She couldn’t reach up and draw her fingers across his cheek as she wanted so she kissed it instead.

  “Trying to soften me up? Not going to work. You’ve teased one too many times. I need some attention.” He shook his head.

  “Well, I can’t give you more than kisses in this position. If you want that kiss on your cock, you’re going to have to let me go.” She blinked at him, giving him her best innocent look. There were so many ways she could tease him when she got her lips on his dick.

  “I’m not sure if you’re ready to give me the forfeit you owe or if you want to play more games. I’m going to give you an opportunity, baby.” His hands released hers and he moved off her and sprawled on the bed. “Give me some of those kisses.”

  She loved the lightness of the play now. Crawling over to him, she moved in-between his legs. She ran her hands over his thighs. The hair on his legs tickled her palms. His hand rested on her shoulders.

  “No more teasing.” He looked down at her, but she could see his anticipation.

  “Would I do that to you? She grinned at him before her head lowered and her tongue lapped over the darkened head.

  Salty and wildly musky, his taste drew her back for more. He stiffened and drew in a gasping breath. She opened her mouth over the tip and blew a hot breath over the rounded head. His fingers threaded through her hair. Oh, yes, he was definitely ready for more. She closed her lips around just the tip of his cock. Her tongue swirled around it and licked over it. The muscles of his thighs clenched beneath her fingertips.

  “You’d do it. But right now, take more of me into your mouth.” His hand pressed lightly on the top of her head.

  She lifted her head to respond to him, but also to give him a little torment. “I can do that.”

  She lowered her head and licked up the length of his shaft before taking it into her mouth once again. Teasing him held too much appeal to forgo, but she was also going to give him what he wanted. He groaned and his fingers tightened in her hair. Bobbing downward, she took his dick partway into her mouth before raising her head and swirling her tongue around the tip. She sucked at him, working at just the rounded head of his dick.

  His hips lifted. She gave him a little of what he wanted. Her lips slid down the length of his cock. He stiffened. She felt a little thrill at the response. He liked that. When the head hit the back of her throat, she swallowed and kept going until her nose nudged the skin at the base. Then she retreated and let his cock slip from her mouth.

  Gripping his shaft, she licked at the tip, collecting the drops of precum. His hips arched, pushing his cock against her lips. She took the hint and let the bulb slip into her mouth, but when his hips once again relaxed, she let it fall back out. Her fingers tightened around his shaft and she stroked as she flicked her tongue over the tip.

  “Ada.” Her name emerged in a deep rumbly tone that she felt as well as heard.

  Opening her mouth wide, she sucked at him, drawing him deep as her head descended. She reluctantly withdrew her hand. Teasing him was fun, but she thought she’d reached a limit for now. She let her hand slip downward and cupped his balls, squeezing as she sucked at his cock. She swallowed and backed off before taking him deep again.

  His hips lifted into her strokes and she could feel the tension growing in his body. His hand tightened in her hair, holding her still.

  “If you don’t want to swallow, you need to let me calm down for a moment.” He held perfectly still.

  She knew what he wanted and that was what she wanted as well. She drew her tongue over the head. A shudder ripped through him, a clear sign that she was close to tearing away the last of his control. His hand pressed her head downward. She followed his urging and took his dick to the back of her throat, determined to give him pleasure.

  Listening raptly, she heard a growl roll from his throat. His cock drove into her mouth. She sucked his cock and squeezed his balls. Working her mouth up and down his length, she focused on delivering as much sensation as possible. His hand pulled her head downward as his hips thrust up. He came hard, his semen splashing against the back of her throat. She swallowed and kept sucking, trying to draw out his pleasure, but the rush of her own nearly choked her.

  A shiver tore down her spine as heat swelled within her and burst outward. She held on to him desperately, needing something to hold on to as the bliss hit her. The sweet intensity rolled through her, leaving her weak and satisfied but strangely still hungry for more. His hips continued to rock up into her mouth for a few moments until finally he relaxed.

  She blinked as her mind tried to come up with a reason for that sudden orgasm. After a moment, she realized it was the re’kai, that transferred burst of pleasure. She had thought that it only happened during full sex. It was so good, but she hadn’t been prepared. He could have warned her of it when he was telling her to give him time earlier.

  She slowly drew her mouth up and let his now flaccid cock fall from her lips. Her fingers stroked over his balls. Now that she’d given him his kiss, she was definitely in the mood for more. She hoped he didn’t take long to get hard again.

  “Ada, I think you’ve drained the life out of me.” He barely lifted his head before it fell back to the bed.

  “You’re talking. You’re fine.” She laughed and patted his thigh. “Maybe I should give you a minute to catch your breath. I can entertain myself.”

  He laughed softly. She raised her brow. Maybe he didn’t believe her. She moved from between his legs but stayed near the end of the bed so that he could easily see her. She sat and spread her legs, bending one knee. Bracing herself on one arm, she leaned back so he could get a clear view of her pussy and what she was doing. She let her right hand rest over her mound for a moment before she slipped her fingers between the folds. His eyes locked on her. She swirled her fingers around her clit, teasing herself a little. It wouldn’t take much. Her thighs were wet with her arousal, but she
wanted him inside her when she came.

  She drew her fingers down to her entrance. Letting them swirl in her juices, she dipped two fingers into her pussy. He slowly rose to his hands and knees. His silver eyes burned as they followed her fingers. She decided to give him something to watch. Sliding her fingers deeper into her channel, she set a slow rhythm. A low growl rumbled from Jagger’s throat.

  “My pussy.” He rose to his knees and gripped her legs, pulling her up the bed.

  Letting herself relax onto the mattress, she didn’t struggle against him. Her fingers continued slowly pushing into her cunt in blatant disregard of his claim. He widened her thighs, moving between them. His hand closed around her wrist, pulling it away from her pussy. She groaned at the loss of sensation.

  He tugged her hand to his lips and drew her fingers between his lips. As he sucked at the digits, his tongue stroked from the base to her fingertips as if to gather every drop of her essence. Each drawing pull flowed through her body, seemingly connected straight to her clit and the aching mass of hunger settled low in her belly. She shivered and her hips restlessly moved in silent demand for some of that attention.

  He released her hand and moved up her body a little more. His hands stroked her thighs. He leaned down and ran his tongue over the slick juices that had leaked from her pussy. She tangled her hand in his hair.

  She wanted to feel his mouth on her pussy. The soft puff of his breath on her labia sent little tremors over her body. Anticipation built the hunger even higher. He braced on his elbow and his tongue stroked upward over her labia. He parted the lips and drew in a deep breath. Her skin was so sensitive at the moment that she felt the movement of the air across it almost as intensely as a physical caress.

  “Mine, Ada. You’ll come when I’m buried deep inside you. Hold on for me.” He looked up at her.

  She caught the glint of determination in his eyes. Lust flared even hotter in her. She gripped his hair and pulled him closer. His fingers parted her labia. His tongue lapped over her clit before moving downward to the entrance. His tongue pushed into her pussy.

  The push of his tongue into her channel added to the torment. It wasn’t long enough or big enough to do more than tease. Her hips lifted against his face and she tugged on his hair. His mouth moved up to her clit. His tongue teased the sensitive flesh.

  She moaned, amazed at the intensity of the desire boiling inside her. His mouth opened over her clit and he sucked it. The pulling tug almost sent her right over the edge. She drew in deep breaths and desperately tried to hold it back as he asked. He didn’t make it easy. Two of his fingers suddenly pushed at the entrance to her pussy. They slid into her but pulled back. Her inner muscles clenched around them, trying to pull them deeper.

  Shaking and hanging on to her control, she tugged at his head. “Jagger, I’m going to come.”

  His head lifted from her clit. She wanted to scream in frustration. He looked up at her and then straightened. He moved up the bed a little and rolled onto his back. She slowly got to her knees, unsure of what he was doing. She needed him.

  “Ride me.” He gripped her hips as she moved closer.

  Yes, definitely what I need. She smiled as she straddled his hips.

  Reaching between them, she gripped his cock and guided it to her entrance. The rounded head pushed inside. She closed her eyes and slowly lowered her hips, taking his shaft fully into her pussy. Shivers ripped over her body. She held completely still, not wanting to let it finish this quickly.

  His eyes gleamed as he looked at her. “Are you sure you’re ready? You seem to be rather still. Maybe I should help you.”

  “No, I don’t want to finish this yet. I need to make it last.” She placed her hands on his chest. The movement sent a shudder through her.

  “But I’d like to watch you find your pleasure.” His hips flexed. “I can’t do that if you’re trying to draw out the torture for both of us.”

  She shivered as his cock pushed slightly deeper into her pussy. Her nails sank into his chest. She couldn’t take any more delay. Her hips rocked forward. Still trying to go as slow as possible, she lifted her hips until only the head of his cock remained within her. She moaned as she tried to take it slowly on the down stroke. His hands clasped her hips and urged her hips completely down and then lifted her up again.

  “Fuck me, Ada. Show me how much you need.” His hands tightened and he continued with the guiding movements.

  She couldn’t resist his urgings and the call of her own hunger. Her hips rocked against his. As she picked up speed, one of his hands left her hips and began playing with her breasts. He lifted into her downward strokes, his cock driving into her even as she sought to take him. He pulled and tugged at the hardened peaks. She moaned, a tremor ripping through her. Her inner muscles clamped down around him, but somehow she didn’t completely go over the peak.

  Desperation built, and on each downward dip she ground her pussy against his pelvis, trying to take the pleasure she wanted. Her hips rocked fast and hard and her nails sank into his skin. His fingers squeezed her nipple as she pressed against him. The sharp sting swept her into the maelstrom. Her body clenched and tensed as sheer delight whipped through her body.

  Jagger continued to rock her body against his. His cock stroked deep and retreated. Each movement sparked a jagged flare of sensation to rip through her and mix with the pleasure still gripping her. She moaned low and held on to him, riding out the intensity. His hips punched up against hers. His body tensed as he came. His hands pulled her tight against him as his semen splashed inside her.

  As he came, another wave of bliss rose and slammed over her. She tensed and drew in a gasping breath. Her body shivered with the force of the release. She held on to him, her only anchor in the fierce storm washing over her. She nuzzled her head against his chest and drew in a shaky breath. That re’kai was so sweet, but it was going to kill her.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Ada strolled down the hallway with Keegan, looking for Lauren. Ada had gone to find her friend since Jagger had to go talk with his Achan. She suspected he was giving a full report of what had happened on the planet. While he was gone, he’d told her she could do as she wanted and showed her how to get to the section of the ship where the Setona’s crew was housed.

  He’d obtained a few more clothes for her. She didn’t know exactly where he’d found them, but the gray pants fit and the green shirt was closer to her size than what she’d worn while down on the planet. He’d said they’d stop by a trade outpost soon where she’d be able to get the clothing she needed.

  The Vigilant was on its way to the boundary to meet a United Systems ship that would pick up the crew and the captured pirates to take them to one of the bases. Ada knew that Jagger wasn’t about to let her go with the rest of the crew. The most confusing part to her was that she didn’t know if she wanted to go.

  Other than the fact that this was all so strange to her, she loved being with Jagger. Still, she felt unsettled and nervous. The uncertainty of her life here didn’t help much. She didn’t know what she’d do with these people or that much about them.

  Ada and Keegan talked softly as they walked down the hallway. Lauren was supposed to be coming back to this section and they hoped to intercept her. They wanted to go to the dining hall, get something to eat and simply relax. Ada planned to savor this time with her friends. She almost dreaded the day when they left. A little of it was fear that her relationship with Jagger was almost too good, but a lot of it was losing her friends.

  “So Jagger turned out to be a little more serious than you thought.” Keegan glanced at her.

  “Oh, yes, much more serious.” She smiled and nodded.

  Although she was uncertain and the future did worry her, she was confident that Jagger felt something intense for her. She simply wasn’t as sure as he was that it would last. The biological tie was all well and good, but what if they simply couldn’t get along at some point? They could make each other miserable.
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br />   As much as she feared being hurt or hurting him, she had to give this a chance. And not simply because Jagger wasn’t going to let her walk away. He’d been right about a few things. The pull to him felt so intense that she didn’t know if she could walk away from him. On top of that, Ada had to acknowledge she was a different person than her parents or sisters. If she and Jagger failed with the relationship, it wouldn’t be because she ran away from the commitment.

  “You don’t sound mad about it,” Keegan said.

  Ada looked forward as movement ahead of them caught her eye. Lucan walked slowly down the hallway. She watched him intently. He was one of the men suspected of being the last attacker. The thin black-haired man went into a room ahead of them. As soon as the door closed behind him, she focused her attention back on Keegan and their search for Lauren. As long as Lucan was behind that door, he wasn’t going to be a problem. She didn’t think he’d try anything here anyway.

  The chances of getting away with it were slim. If he attacked, he’d have to be blinded by whatever passion drove him, be it greed or loyalty to the person who paid him to join the crew. He wouldn’t get off the ship without being caught. There were too many opportunities to be seen or stopped here. There were more people, and this was an area where people came and went regularly, plus there was the video monitoring. They’d had security cameras in most areas of the ship even on the Setona.

  “No, I’m not angry about the relationship being more than I expected. I should have seen it, but even if I had, I doubt it would have changed anything. There was a definite attraction between us right from the first,” Ada admitted.

  It was a matter of perspective. She was fairly certain that she wouldn’t have handled it well if she’d known near the beginning that Jagger was her mate. She’d have tried to avoid any type of involvement with him. Not that it would have worked. She was honest enough to admit that she wouldn’t have been able to stop the desire from drawing them together. That was aside from the fact that Jagger had some ideas of his own about how the relationship would proceed.