“I want to make you come.”
She blinked slowly as if his words hadn’t computed before she shook her head a little. “That isn’t necessary.” But she didn’t turn away, and the blush had returned as if she contemplated the possibility of an orgasm. Her gaze wandered from his face down his body stopping briefly at his cock. A rush of red infused her cheeks, and she sent her gaze to the floor.
Gray took three easy steps towards her still-as-a-statue stance and slid a hand across her shoulders. “Maybe it will make you feel better. Let me relax you. Please.” He squeezed one knotted shoulder muscle and then the other without any protest. He slid his free arm around her waist. She remained still and rigid, but didn’t prevent him from hugging her.
Pressing his lips to her temple, he pulled her body into his. She still didn’t stop him so he placed a soft kiss on one cheek. One hand slipped across her shoulder blade to cup and massage her neck, and the other fastened to the base of her spine and massaged there. Her chin tilted upwards and he took advantage of the movement to plant a delicate kiss on her lips. And then another. She didn’t resist, so he kissed her again.
With the third whisper caress of his lips across her mouth she responded. Tentatively, her tongue licked the seam of his lips and a bolt of lust streamed through his veins at the prospect of further intimacy. This time he’d go slowly. This time he’d make her climax. He needed to please her. He parted his lips and allowed her hesitant entry.
Softly, she searched his mouth and touched his tongue. Carefully, so as not to scare her off, he curled his tongue around hers very gently as he pulled her into a tighter embrace. A moan escaped from her a few seconds later, and she sent her arms around his torso for a gripping hug.
The kiss escalated, and he cautiously slid his tongue into her mouth only to have her tangle aggressively with him. She tasted like heaven.
Gray twisted his mouth over hers and deepened an already volcanic kiss to an even higher level. She pushed her hips against his, and he danced them backwards slowly to his bed hoping she wouldn’t stop him in his quest to satisfy her. Repeatedly, if she’d allow it.
His legs brushed the edge of his bunk and bent to pick her up in his arms without breaking the scorching kiss. She didn’t resist or stop kissing him when he carefully deposited her on his bed and followed her down to cover her with his body.
One hand found its way to her breast where he kneaded the soft flesh and thumbed her nipple until it swelled and peaked. She moaned and pushed her breast into his hand so he flicked a nail across the tip. Breaking the succulent kiss, he trailed his lips to her protruding nipple and tugged it between his lips through the thin scrap of fabric covering it.
She hissed a breath between her lips and murmured, “So good.”
Gray pushed his hand beneath her camisole and broke the seal of his lips to shove the skimpy fabric out of his way, reveal her breasts and taste her skin. In the low light, her dusky rose areolas greeted him with firm nipples begging to be sucked.
Clamping his mouth around her nipple, he slid a hand along her belly and dove between her legs to find her clit. Her underwear wasn’t substantial enough to deter him. He niggled his way between the edge of her saturated panties and homed in on his target. This time she didn’t thrust his hand away. She writhed and a little shriek of what he dearly hoped was pleasure escaped when he stroked her clit and nibbled the tip of her breast at the same time. The sound was music to his ears.
Wanting to delve deeper into the folds of her pussy, he pulled the scrap of her panties off. She lifted her hips to help him remove the sodden fabric.
Once he had easier access, he slid a finger between her pussy lips and inched it slowly into her body discovering she was very wet. Inserting another finger to join the first, Gray pushed his thumb against her clit and circled it once. She moaned, and her hips began a subtle push against his hand in sync with the rhythm of his thrusting fingers.
In and out and circling her clit, Gray stroked her nub with his thumb and thrust his fingers into her hot, slick body. When she started moaning, he released her nipple and kissed a path straight to her mouth. Stabbing his tongue between her lips to collide in a seductive dance, he continued the carnal kiss until he felt her climax exert the first compression around his fingers in pre-release.
He broke the kiss and fastened his gaze on her face to watch her come. She caught his stare with an intense one of her own, but the climax squeezing his fingers apparently wouldn’t be denied. Back arching, she sucked in a deep breath as if surprised the orgasm had caught up with his strokes. Eyes drifting shut, a beautiful smile of satisfaction curved her lips and several deep gasping sighs accompanied the final shudder of her body against his fingers. He stilled his fingers and watched until she finally opened her eyes.
“You’re so beautiful when you come.”
“Am I?” She laughed and then another sigh escaped. “Well, I appreciate that. Thanks for…well, you know.”
Gray leaned in and kissed her lips in response.
“Captain Wyckoff?” The voice of his third in command, Ensign Cahill, followed quickly by the crackle and buzz of his aging communication device intruding into the sanctity of his room and broke the nicely established and very hard won sensual mood.
“What?” he barked instantly and regretted it when Penelope stilled, barely breathing next to him.
“We have a problem, sir.”
Chapter 5
Penelope didn’t know what the problem was, but she stopped breathing in order that the party at the other end of the communication device wouldn’t know she currently rested in the captain’s bed with his fingers still lodged deliciously in her pussy.
“I’ll be on the command deck in ten minutes.”
“Yes, sir. Cahill out.”
The incredibly mouth-watering Captain Gray Wyckoff had just wowed her with his clever fingers. The further honorable intention to ensure she got some satisfaction made Penelope’s heart twist in gratitude. She should likely issue him a medal. It was amazing how an orgasm changed her perspective on things.
“What do you think the problem is?” Penelope wasn’t really concerned with the captain’s issues aboard the Dalton, as long as the problem didn’t equate to her trip being altered.
“Don’t know. Could be anything? Maybe they just noticed your cabin is unlocked. Or maybe I forgot to sign something.” He smiled and studied her face with an intense sensual gaze.
If she hadn’t been drawn here by his scent, his seductive stare might also have lured her to his bed. He was really very charming. How many other men would worry so much about whether or not she’d enjoyed sex? Her wickedly methodical brain provided a ready answer in the form of a Nathan Tyndall’s satisfied face as he stood against the alley wall outside Nikki’s restaurant. He’d also worried about her orgasm. Her mind screeched to a halt. She mentally shook off that image and went back to the conversation at hand.
“Why didn’t you ask? Maybe space pirates are converging on your ship ready to blast you with laser bombs into a million pieces.” It was a silly statement. But she missed being foolish just a little bit and her relaxed aura helped conjure her long lost frivolous attitude. A smile she hadn’t felt like forming in the past couple of weeks suddenly shaped her lips with the need to joke around. She wanted to lighten the mood. The power of an unexpected orgasm was simply amazing.
He laughed and slowly removed his fingers from her. “If it had been a life or death matter,” he paused and smiled, “Or space pirates with laser bombs, he would have told me instead of signing off.”
She grinned. “Oh. Well, that’s good to know.” It felt so great to smile again. She knew it wouldn’t last long as she had a long road to travel, but for now she relished it.
He lifted off of her and kissed her belly once before removing himself from the bed. “Want to take a quick shower with me?” She noticed he hadn’t even taken his clothes off. But now he unzipped the suit and shucked the jacket part off his sho
ulders. Mesmerized, she watched him slip the flight suit garment off of his hips. The fabric slid off his thighs and pooled at his feet. His burnished blond hair was cut in a haphazard fashion but it suited him. Wide shoulders, sexy chest leading to flat abdomen, narrow hips, Penelope slid her gaze down his perfect body and stopped at his cock.
It wasn’t like she hadn’t already seen his best parts during the haze of lust encompassing her, but she hadn’t exactly stopped to admire his fine apparatus. And it was very fine. She wished they’d had time to make love once more. If they ever got together again, it would be the crazed animal lust of her viral issues, but she’d love to spend some quality with him after she was cured.
Penelope pulled her shirt down to cover her breasts and slid from his bed. “Um. No. I’ll go back to my room and lock myself in.” She took a few steps intent on getting to the door, but he caught her and hauled her against his naked warmth. She twisted halfway back in his arms, resting her cheek against the center of his chest.
“I’ll check on some things and call your room in a little while, okay?”
She nodded and looked away suddenly embarrassed by the entire situation that had just transpired. He crushed her tight and kissed her cheek. “No need to be shy. I’m delighted to see your lovely smile.”
“Thank you for understanding.”
He squeezed her once. “We’ll talk some more later on after I take care of whatever this problem on deck is.” He dropped another kiss on her forehead and while it was charming, she hoped he didn’t misunderstand her continued intentions. She wasn’t exactly looking for a regular booty call. He started whistling, and the exuberance of his attitude suggested he might have a different opinion of their continuing relationship.
Eyes widening, she didn’t want him to assume he could come to her room whenever he wanted and get some. But then he grinned, “We’ll converse over the communications device, if that’s what has you blushing.”
“I’m not blushing,” she said as blistering heat crept up her cheeks to make a liar out of her.
He released her. “Whatever you say, Dr. Drake.”
Penelope, poised to race out of his room and into her own before anything more calamitous happened, forced herself to be calm. Being Captain Wyckoff’s lover wasn’t anywhere close to dire.
“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be ungrateful. I just don’t want to have to fuck you once before we can converse civilly. And that’s exactly what will happen the next time we are in the same room together. I’m not even sure how long exactly this temporary cure will last. It was two or three hours for the others, but it might be ten minutes for me.”
He nodded. “I understand. Go on to your room, Penelope. Lock it up. Re-deploy the decontamination program, and I’ll call you if I discover why the seal didn’t hold.”
“Okay.”
“And Penelope.”
She turned back. “I’d say I was sorry the seal didn’t work. And I am sorry for your sake, but not for my own. If you ever need someone again, I’ll make myself available to you during this trip.”
“I hope I don’t need anyone, but I appreciate your willingness to participate.”
Embarrassed that this was the way she finally met a decent man, Penelope exited his room and quickly slipped back into her own. She locked the door and pushed the green button. The log showed that the room had breached exactly thirty four minutes before. Further study of the device showed the alarm was turned off. She pushed the button and set the device so that next time, she’d know. Perhaps with a warning bell, she’d have time to get into her suit or merely grab one of the provided filter masks.
The choice she wanted to contemplate was getting busy with Captain Wyckoff again if this illness accosted her once more. That was, in fact, fast becoming her first choice of cures.
* * * *
Gray took a speedy shower and headed to the command deck. Cahill was seated in the captain’s chair but vacated it the moment he saw Gray march through the entry.
“Keep your seat.” He motioned Cahill to sit back down. “I only came to address your ‘problem’. So what is it?”
“A missive with the header of Bravura Space Command just transmitted a message and a search warrant looking for one Dr. Penelope Drake.”
The air in Gray’s lungs ceased movement for a second. He exhaled. “And?”
“Isn’t that the name of our only passenger and the reason we’re blazing a trail at max speed to the Parsec Colony?”
“Maybe. Maybe not. Is it an audio message or a video?”
Cahill handed him the computer device. “Neither. It’s a typed up written message.”
“Typed-up written? Jesus. Is it from my grandmother?” The arcane method was rarely used and only by those very few not adept at technology. A message from Bravura Space Command would have been at the very least audio, and that, only if it were informational in nature.
Cahill cracked a rare smile. “No. The message is that Dr. Drake is wanted in connection with a death at the Bravura Science Lab. They’ve dispatched a courier ship aptly named the Galaxy Retriever to rendezvous with us so she can be shuttled back to Bravura. They’re several hours behind us, losing ground with each hour that passes and requesting that we slow down so that they can catch up.” An uncharacteristic grin from Cahill accompanied the statement.
“Are they?” Gray scanned the communication and noted the sender wasn’t the usual dispatch address for this type of message. It was a crappy, sloppy attempt to make a homemade private message look official. “You didn’t slow down, did you?”
Cahill sent him a dirty look. “Aside from the fact that I work for you and not for them, it’s a bogus message.”
“I see that. So who really wants to detain this Dr. Drake? And what makes them think she’s aboard this vessel?”
“It’s someone from the Science Labs. I did a little research on the message before you arrived. It came from the office desk of someone named Damon Kaslan. He’s a low level scientist geek from all that I can gather. And they would only know she was here if she told someone or you filed a flight plan listing her as a passenger. That’s public domain information, eventually. Although, for a passenger roster to be available on the public system within twenty four hours is miraculously fast service, if you ask me.”
“Do me a favor, send a return message to the speeding ship and tell them we don’t know what they’re talking about, and we aren’t slowing down. If the geek scientist sends another message and asks, you can even pretend to be me and tell him to fuck off. I didn’t file a passenger manifesto since we only have one passenger. As far as any public information goes, we’re headed to the rendezvous point early to pick up a delegation on Echo Province to transport them elsewhere.”
Cahill cracked a bona fide grin. “Will do. And thanks for the boon. I love to tell people to fuck off.” Gray knew he enjoyed playing mean military bastard leader on occasion. He was also very good at it.
Gray started to leave and then turned back as if he’d just remembered something trivial. “One other thing. Was there a blackout aboard ship in the last hour or so?”
“Yes, sir. I intended to brief you at our shift change.”
“Tell me now. Start with what caused it?”
“Don’t know what caused it, but there wasn’t a breach to any part of the hull or damage any of the primary life support systems.” He consulted the computer in his hand briefly and then reported, “The ship’s computer ran an outer hull scan immediately and an internal scan shortly thereafter with no notable system being compromised. There were a few insignificant and redundant programs ship wide that defaulted to initial programming, but I haven’t heard any complaints. Is there a problem?”
Gray didn’t want to reveal the context of his concern being related to Penelope and her “big problem”, so he shook his head. “It popped up on my quarters communication device when it re-booted. Just checking. Carry on.”
“Aye, aye Captain.”
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k in the hall outside of the command deck, Gray hurried back to his cabin. He knew that his quarters and Penelope’s had originally been linked together as quarantine quarters. The blackout and subsequent system back-up defaulting to the original programming made sense, but he hoped Dr. Drake would understand and not hold the sexual interlude against him.
* * * *
Back safely in her quarters and sealed in after running the sanitation program, Penelope paced the small space in a restless square. Four steps forward and turn right, five steps, turn right again, four steps, and on and on until she’d found a comfortable rhythm to her movements. After several minutes of going nowhere, she realized that her antsy attitude was filled with unknown anticipation. She waited for something.
You want him, purred a satisfied little voice down deep inside. You want him bad.
Captain Wyckoff. Gray. Yes. She wanted him. Bad. She shouldn’t have been so quick to dismiss any future contact with the delectable captain. She’d nearly accused him of being a Lothario ready to invade her sealed space for regular sexual activity, and now she wished she’d invited him to do just that.
She paced another square in the center of her room wondering if it would be out of line to call him. Why would he want to come back? What reason could she invent? Given that any physical contact between would have to begin with his cock buried in her pussy, she thought she should have a good reason to lure him here.
Penelope paced across the room in a diagonal and dictated a feigned a message aloud that she’d never have the nerve to send. “Captain Wyckoff? Could you come back to my room and hang around in bed with me until I need to fuck you again? Why? Because then I’ll know how long the treatment of your virus mitigating semen will last. And additionally I can have sex with you again which is ultimately my true motivation for this call.”
The communications bell sounded once before a voice called out, “Dr. Drake?” Penelope jumped once at the bell and again at Angelica’s voice. Calm down.
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