Sex or Suffer [Dark Colony 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Lara Santiago

  The dim light of his room didn’t afford him the detailed pleasure of her nipples, but since she’d started strolling to his bed, he imagined he was about to see them up close and personal in mere seconds.

  “Is this a joke?” he muttered as his cock, already stiff with after-slumber arousal, pulsed, hopefully.

  “No. And we need to hurry.” She hooked her thumbs into the barely-there scrap of panty fabric covering her mound, bent at the waist and shucked those off as well. Her body popped straight again and those perfect breasts bounced closer and closer, making his mouth suddenly water.

  “Why do we have to hurry again?” Gray flipped his legs over the side of his bed as she took the final steps to meet him in all her nude glory. And she was glorious.

  She lowered her beautiful face until it was even with his. “Because I burn for you. Please. I need to fuck you. Right now.” Her eyes stared straight through him, but the glassy sheen gave her aqua gaze a distant aura. As if she didn’t see the view directly before her eyes.

  Gray stood carefully as she straightened with him remaining very close. He grabbed her slim shoulders as she proceeded to press the full length of her delectable body against him. In the next instant, her fingers unerringly found the stiff length of his cock and squeezed her fist around him like some seductive test of endurance. Even through the fabric layer of his clothing, unabashed pleasure spiked from his shaft, and urgent desire rippled outwardly to every part of his body.

  He grunted, “Wait.” The prickle of desire she elicited in his cock almost overrode his level-headed danger signal of a strange woman being in his room ready to fuck his brains out.

  “I can’t wait.” She gripped his cock tighter through the flight suit he hadn’t bothered to take off before falling into bed. With her titan grip on his cock, he didn’t notice her other hand had located the zipper. Not until he heard the sound of the opening zipping down his front and felt the air on his chest.

  She released her hold on his cock only to slip her hand beneath the fabric of his now wide open flight suit to grab his shaft with the most unbelievably soft hand he’d ever had caressing his privates.

  “God almighty!” A roar followed those two words, wrenched from his lips when she fell to her knees. Gray got a millisecond of warning before her hot, wet mouth closed over the end of his cock and blissful suction progressed. He lost feeling in his legs at the utterly delicious sensation of oral sex being performed to perfection.

  Legs wobbling, he lost the connection of her mouth when he fell backwards onto his bed. Undaunted, she crawled up his body and straddled him. She grabbed his cock again and aimed it between her legs.

  Gray was known in some circles as a man with very powerful sexual needs. Due to the recent extended mission, he hadn’t been with a woman in an unusually long period of time. Even so, sex with a stranger who’d invaded his room in the middle of the night was not his style. He should at least find out her name, although he suspected exactly who it had to be given this “special” trip and his limited crew.

  With gargantuan restraint, Gray grabbed her hips and lifted her off his body. His cock had brushed the wet slit of her pussy and demanded to be put back. But he had standards and the most basic of information included the name of any woman he stuck his dick inside of. He rolled on top of her, held down her arms and legs and effectively trapping her to his bed. A few questions needed answering before any pleasure commenced.

  “Please,” she cried. “We need to fuck. I’m burning for you. I’m going to die if you don’t put your cock in me.”

  “Trust me. No one ever died from lack of sex,” he heard himself say and mentally shook his head at the most ridiculous statement he’d never imagined uttering in his life. She struggled beneath him and part of him wanted to let her up to escape, but he was fairly certain based on her earlier actions, she’d just leap on, slip his cock inside her hot body once again and go for it until she had what she wanted.

  “Who are you?” he asked again as she lurched and wiggled against his hold. “At least tell me your name.”

  “Penelope Drake.” A mournful cry wrenched from her lips.

  “Dr. Drake?”

  “Yes. Now please fuck me. I need you. I’m desperate. It hurts so much.” Tears blinked from her lower lids and the second she said, “it hurts,” he released his grip.

  “What hurts?”

  “My body needs you. Please.”

  Dr. Penelope Drake rolled lithely from beneath him, crawled over on top of his body and straddled his hips once again.

  “Tell me again why we need to do this.” He knew he sounded like an idiot repeating the statement again, but sexual conquests like this were not in his norm.

  “Because I burn for you. Please. I need you. I need this.” She grabbed his cock and this time he didn’t stop her when she slipped his shaft between her hot, slick pussy lips. He did after all have her name now. His hips did an involuntary and uncontrolled push upwards and a couple of inches of his shaft entered the nirvana of her sweet tight body.

  She pushed down until he was fully seated in her tight core and whispered. “I need you to come. Please. I need it quickly.” Legs pushing up, she rose half off his cock and promptly plunged down again. With her seeming need for a speedy fuck and his lengthy sojourn from the pleasures of the flesh, she was about to get her wish in his rapid performance.

  Hands fastened to her hips, Gray allowed the extraordinary sex to continue. He suspected one of them was dreaming. He hoped it was her because this experience felt too astonishing not to be really happening.

  After several strokes, she found a smooth fluid rhythm in her movements and because it felt so volcanically good, Gray soon matched it and thrust in tandem with her, creating a friction unequalled in the actions of his pleasurable past. His surprise, beyond the incredible sensation and how he’d gotten so lucky, concerned her relentless pursuit of his orgasm.

  He appreciated her spirit, but Gray didn’t want to fall over the edge of sexual oblivion alone. He wouldn’t. Wanting to ensure her equal pleasure during this experience, he reached between them to finger her clit. He got two strokes in before she grabbed his hand, thrust it away and sped up her forceful drive to fuel his release.

  “Oh God. You need to come. Please release. Please…” Perspiration dotted her forehead. She squeezed her eyes shut and a thin wail escaped through her lips. He thought she was in the midst of climaxing and that realization forced the power of his release to expand and burst.

  The tickle of his orgasm scorched along the base of his spine before surging out of him with pressure like the strength of gale force winds.

  Her reaction was immediate and visceral. Her whole body wracked into a stiff arch, she uttered a short scream, shuddered and promptly melted forward until she slumped on to his chest as if her spine had been rendered boneless and she’d lost consciousness. Gray wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to the side of her head. Cock still buried deeply inside her passage, he hugged her tight wondering what had just happened. Her subsequent reaction didn’t take long.

  Tensing in his arms, Dr. Drake’s head popped up suddenly and her panicked gaze displayed the first reaction she’d had while in his room that he actually understood. It was as if she’d just woken out of a deep slumber and also wondered how she came to have his cock buried so deeply inside her pussy.

  Had she been sleepwalking?

  “Release me.” Her high-handed tone had returned. The same one she’d used to negotiate this trip to the Parsec Colony. Gray certainly hadn’t expected to enjoy such an intimate relationship the last time they’d spoken. Apparently, she hadn’t either if the murderous expression now encompassing her face was any indication. Gray couldn’t even conceive of a reason he was currently dick deep and totally satisfied in the warm folds of Dr. Penelope Drake.

  Tightening his embrace to keep her close he murmured, “I will, but first, I’d like for you to tell me what just happened.” Did she have some sort of mu
ltiple personality disorder, perhaps?

  She struggled in his arms for a moment, but he didn’t loosen his grasp. She pushed out an exasperated sigh. “You already know what transpired. We had sex. Now let me go.”

  “Are you seriously not going to explain this astounding event to me?”

  Her forehead landed on his shoulder and her whole body relaxed. After almost a minute of her breathing in and out through her mouth as if she counted mentally to control her fury, she said in a tight whisper, “I’d really rather not.”

  Gray’s motionless and fairly stiff cock was still buried quite a ways inside her pussy, but she would “really rather not” explain why the phenomenon had occurred. Not to mention why she was out of the cocoon she’d insisted she needed for her delicate lung condition. Was “delicate lung condition” a new euphemism for sex?

  A bark of uncontrolled laughter escaped before he could stop it. He squeezed his eyes shut and shook to keep from further vocal amusement.

  Quiet for several seconds more, she eventually murmured, “It’s not funny.”

  “You’re right, of course. And while I don’t need to know why we just had sex or why my very contented cock is still gracing the inside of your pussy,” he paused, kissed her temple and rubbed his lips along an invisible path into her silky fair hair above one ear before he continued with, “I’d still like to know.”

  She was silent for so long he decided she wasn’t going to tell him, but her quietest whisper yet then danced across his collarbone with, “It’s complicated.”

  “Sex with a stranger often is.”

  Her head lifted, and she drilled a stare through the dimly lit gloom of his quarters and into his eyes. “I’m not a stranger.”

  He nudged her with his hips and his cock shifted within her channel. “Right again. You aren’t a stranger. Not anymore.” Gray slid a flattened hand from her shoulder to the base of her spine, crossing her back tenderly and massaging the muscles along the way. “I’m Gray Wyckoff, by the way.”

  “I know. I recognized your voice.”

  “Tell me what’s going on, Dr. Drake.”

  “Penelope,” she whispered with decided melancholy in her tone. “You can call me Penelope.”

  Gray softened his sarcastic attitude with the distinct sadness he heard in her tone. He didn’t need to be a prick about this. There was obviously something at work here. He should find out what. “If it’s a matter of security, Penelope, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

  “Not global security or anything. Just my security. Or rather my privacy over something…” She trailed off as if thinking over the careful wording of what she’d reveal. Again she sighed and then continued in a controlled soft voice, “Ever heard of the SOS virus?”

  “No. What is it?”

  “It’s a barbaric manufactured bio-weapon used to render the females of any warring humanoid opponent into the incapacity of unbearable pain until they have sex and a man ejaculates inside of them thereby delivering temporary relief of the symptoms.”

  Holy fuck. Fifteen questions bombarded his skull at once vying for attention as to the previously unheard of virus. “How temporary is the relief of sex?”

  “I’m not sure. It’s different for each individual female. The only two patients I treated had a recovery period of two to three hours between incidents.”

  “My next obvious question is whether it’s contagious.”

  “No. The female must be exposed to the virus in its liquid form.”

  “Are you certain?”

  “Yes. It’s like radiation poisoning. Once exposed, the female has it until she’s cured. I can’t spread it to other women…or men.”

  “Where is the cure?”

  “The Parsec Colony. That’s why I’m in such a hot, damn hurry to get there.” She shifted as if the mere mention of the trip agitated her. “Please let me up.”

  “Do you promise not to run?”

  She expelled a deep sigh. “Where would I go?”

  “Good point.” He rolled her onto her back, extracted his firm shaft from her exquisitely tight body and lifted up off the bed to stand beside it.

  He glanced at her beautiful nude body and then shifted his gaze away and asked, “So how does it work, this virus? What triggers it?”

  She scrambled quickly off his bed, searched the floor a moment and retrieved her skimpy panties. “The virus works with my olfactory system. The average female is at some level attracted to approximately one out of four men. The scent of attraction spurs the virus. However, I can’t tell by just looking which men I need to avoid.”

  Gray didn’t mention it out loud, but secretly reveled in the fact he was in the class of the one in four meeting the criteria for her attraction.

  Instead he asked, “How were you exposed?”

  Covering her lovely breasts with one arm she continued looking around his dark room likely for her shirt. He saw it draped on his dresser, retrieved it and handed the soft garment to her.

  Slipping the thin garment over her head, she shrugged. “I don’t know. I work in a science lab. It’s possible I was contaminated by accident.” Her gaze narrowed and went over his shoulder away from his stare as if contemplating all the ramifications involved in an accident of that magnitude.

  “But you don’t believe that, do you?” Her entire angry posture and accompanying frown suggested she’d been surprised by this turn of events with regard to the virus. She likely hadn’t done anything to precipitate this travesty into her careful scientific world. He didn’t blame her for her attitude and silently cursed his initial assessment of her “difficult” personality. Likely he wouldn’t have been as kind given the same circumstances.

  “No. It is a very rare substance. I didn’t even know it existed two days ago. I did a little research after one of two victims showed up on Bravura from a remote mining colony with the disease. And then after I used the last of two doses of ‘supposed’ cure, suddenly I contract it? I think someone did this to me. But I didn’t stick around long enough to discover who had done it, compile a list of possible contenders or determine why they would do something so horrific and deplorable to me personally. The truth is…I sort of lost the power of rational thought when I realized I’d been infected. My common sense fled with the panic of just wanting to get a cure.”

  “Very understandable. How did you discover you had the virus?”

  Her sudden stark furious stare drilled a hole into the deep recesses of his steady gaze and even in the low light he saw her blush.

  “How do you think?” She turned away and wrapped a hand beneath each elbow to rub as if a frigid wind had suddenly chilled the very marrow of her bones.

  He pushed out a long sigh and said the first inadequate words that came to mind. “I’m sorry.”

  “Me too. I accosted this poor man in an alley after picking up food for my dinner break. I can still see his face.” Her head dropped, gaze focused down as if she studied the carpet pattern on his floor. Loosening her arms from across her torso, she ran a hand down from her forehead to chin as if to wipe away the memory of her appalling discovery.

  “I’m sorry.” He repeated what was in fact a useless unhelpful statement.

  “I can’t even believe the lengths I’ve gone to escape without anyone finding out what happened to me. I’m probably out of a job once I get back to Bravura, if they haven’t already fired me for job abandonment. I dumped a surprise leave request on my supervisor’s desk without waiting for approval and ran out with a tank of air and the limited contents of my work locker.” Her chin dropped toward her chest and her arms wrapped around her torso again as if in utter defeat.

  “If it helps or is any consolation, I swear I won’t tell anyone, Penelope. No one else on this ship needs to know. The important thing is to get to the Parsec Colony and secure the medication you need, right?”

  She twisted to face him, her face a mask of skeptical doubt. “I appreciate that, but right now, I’d really like to know why the se
al of my room failed and brought me to you in the first place.”

  Good question. “I’ll find out.”

  “Was it because of the blackout?”

  “What blackout?”

  “Everything went dark in my quarters a little while ago and then the power snapped back on. I thought I might have dreamed it. But somehow the seal of my room broke and allowed me to smell you in here.” Her gaze averted again. The blush remained.

  “I’m afraid I slept through the blackout. My crew should have informed me, but I’ll look into it.”

  “I guess it’s a good thing you were in here or I’d have wandered the ship until I found someone. That likely would have been much more embarrassing.” She turned towards the door, her body seemingly stiff with displeasure. “I’m going back to my room. I’ll lock my door and re-do the sterilization process again.”

  Gray watched her stilted walk across the room and realized something had been bothering him greatly since the amazing interlude in his bunk. He’d never brought a woman to his ship for sexual frolicking and from this day forward he knew he’d never get into his bunk without remembering this exquisite experience.

  They’d had what he considered spectacular sex, but now he wondered if she’d had an orgasm. The thought of leaving a woman stiff and unsatisfied put a queasy feeling in his belly. She might tell him to go to hell, but he dearly wanted to give her some gratification if she’d gone without. She certainly deserved it for what she currently endured.

  “Wait. There’s something else I need to know.”

  She paused and gave him a mournful look over one slim shoulder as if she expected him to ask about something worse. “What?”

  He pointed his thumb to the rumpled bed. “That was likely the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. But I get the distinct sense it wasn’t the best for you. Not even close. And I’d like to remedy that, if you’ll let me.”

  Her lovely brows drew close in puzzlement. “What are you going to do?”