by Trevor Wyatt
Knowing he’s found my spot, he slides two fingers inside of me and gently caresses my hot spot, over and over, while his tongue works to split my lower lips, exposing my engorged clitoris. Taking me into his mouth, I feel myself fall over the edge as he sucks me into an explosion, his mouth growing gentler as the vibrations rack through my body.
“Mmm…You’re sweeter than I remember,” he licks his lips, tasting my arousal. It’s so fucking sexy, my body clenches, already on the verge of climaxing again.
Climbing up my body, he slams into me without so much warning and I scream in delight. He’s so long and thick, spreading me to my max deliciously. My slippery sex welcomes him as my legs wrap around his waist, my ankles crossing on the small of his back.
“Fuck! You feel amazing,” he growls as his body lifts and lowers into me, first slowly— too slowly. His manhood is too big to move slowly, my body is craving a pounding from him and he knows it. After an orgasm like that, I need to feel him hard and fast.
“Fuck me, baby!” I yell and he smirks, his body responding instantly, his pace increasing as he collides with me roughly, just how I need.
He feels amazing, and my body begins building up again. My second orgasm is imminent, and I’m ready for it. With my hands raised above my head, I press against the headboard to push into him, meeting him at every thrust. Our bodies are rocking together perfectly, the chemistry is through the roof.
“You’re ready to cum again, baby,” he growls, his mouth lowering to my neck as he sucks my skin gently.
“Yes! Oh God! Yes!” I cry, my voice strained and desperate as I feel my insides prepare for an explosion. He feels so good, it’s almost too much to bear. Of course, I’ve had orgasms before, but nothing like this. My entire body is rattled as the second climax spills out of me.
His cock slides in easier as my cream coats his length. His groans push me onward, I absolutely love that I’m turning him on as much as he’s getting me off. I can’t wait to taste his essence again, but before he’ll give it to me, he slides out of me, and flips me over with a flick of his wrist on my hip.
Climbing to my knees, I rest on all fours as I wait for him to enter me from behind. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me back onto his cock, slamming into me as I scream in ecstasy. He feels even better from this angle, his rod deep in my belly. My head falls to the bed as I arch my back and push my ass backward in sync with his rhythm. Our bodies are sheen with a coat of sweat, making us slide against each other smoothly as he fucks me hard and fast from behind, stretching my tight pussy even further.
“Tell me what you want,” he growls, his hand rising in the air before falling harshly on my ass cheek. My body bucks like an animal, as he grips my hips to hold on for the ride.
“Yes! Yes! Again!” I cry and he slaps my other cheek even harder. The pain and pleasure work hand in hand and I feel myself readying for another orgasm. He grunts in response to my bucking, his hips surging faster and deeper into my velvety insides.
My body is building too fast, and the vibrations are too strong. I’m afraid of what’s about to happen, as this climax threatens to tear me in two it’s so powerful. My body rages onward, throwing my ass back to Jeryl as his aggression surges.
“Stop fighting and give it to me, Ash!” He yells.
On cue my orgasm rushes out of me, my body going limp, but Jeryl doesn’t seem to care. He pumps me full of cock until my pussy stops squeezing him, and my climax fades away. Sliding out of me, I feel his hand at my sex in a cup-like motion. Dragging his hand up my ass crack, he coats my third hole in my own juices before sliding his cock into my tight ass.
“Ahhh!” I scream in shock. I wasn’t expecting that, but damn it feels good.
“That’s my girl.” His voice is low and steady. He’s in such control, while I’m losing it, coming back to back, which has never happened to me before.
I feel the vibrations again, and know there’s no way I can take another explosion. My body is just too weak, but he feels too good to stop. I want to lose myself in another orgasm, and I know he’s not going to stop until he makes that happen.
“That’s it, baby,” he coaches me as his voice grows slightly unsteady. It’s getting too good to him, I can tell.
“Yes! Please!” My orgasm is right there, just strokes away. All I need is a little slight pressure on my clit, and as if he can read my mind, his hand reaches around and squeezes me tightly. Opening his fingers, he rubs his fingertips frantically across my sensitive spot and I explode again, my body collapsing.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Jeryl flips me onto my back, his body quickly climbing my body until his cock is shoved in my mouth. He begins thrusting in just like he was fucking me, and I taste myself on him. The rawness of it all just turns me on, and his hips are losing control, which lets me know he’s getting close to his own orgasm.
“Oh, you’re mouth feels so good, baby. Open up for your Admiral,” he groans, his cock slamming to the back of my throat, as I struggle to breathe, trying not to choke.
My eyes are filled with tears again as my gag reflex threatens my constitution. But my mind flares up.
An evil thought starts going through my brain.
Jeryl’s groans are growing weaker, more vulnerable like moans as he inches toward his orgasm. It’s the sexiest shit ever, and it pushes me to take his jabs to the back of my throat with ease, knowing there’s a load of spunk at the finish line if I can just take a little pounding.
“Oh, fuck! Take it, baby! Stick your tongue out,” he whispers, looking down at me. I try to take him deep and I gag on the tip of his cock, my mouth filling with saliva.
He stops thrusting forward, dangling his throbbing cock right in front of my mouth. Cocking my head back, I let spit drip out onto his shaft and quickly work my hand to rub it in, jerking him roughly.
“Oh, God!” His eyes close before he looks down at me again. I can tell he’s in his own heaven of pleasure as his hips begin pumping forward again. I stroke in rhythm to his thrusts, and I feel his strokes become more erratic.
“This what you want?” I smirk, inching my lips back towards him, flicking my tongue out tantalizingly.
He thrusts forward with more force in response, and I hesitate for one excruciating moment before letting him back into my mouth, letting his full length slide in and out with ease.
He’s coated in my juices and my spit, sliding in and out of my mouth as I struggle to suck the head of him as much as I can before he’s surging back into my throat. His rhythm is relentless, and just when I think I can’t take anymore his balls draw up. I know he’s close to coming, so I brace myself. To my surprise, and a bit to my horror, he slows and then abruptly stops. Shifting down my body, he straddles my upper torso, his cock landing between my breasts.
“Hold them together,” he instructs me breathlessly, and I do as he says, cupping one large breast in each hand as I push them together, letting him slide between them with the help of my saliva.
Jeryl adds his own spit between my tits, and he slides even smoother. I can tell he’s running from his orgasm, trying not to cum, but I want him to. I want him to cum in this position so I feel myself coated in him. Making it my business to push him over the edge, I talk nasty to arouse him further.
“You want to cover me…Admiral?” I ask seductively, licking my lips as he thrust his cock between my breasts.
“Fuck yeah!” He bites out the words and I know he’s not far from losing control.
I let my naughty thoughts linger through my brain and take over as I call him ‘Admiral’ and arch my back, pushing my breasts forward into my hands as I massage my nipples between the pad of my thumb and my index fingertip. His eyes close slowly and I know he can’t bear to watch me without coming.
“You like that don’t you, Admiral? You like watching these bounce just for you,” I move my hands up and down to exaggerate the movement, causing my breasts to shake violently with each of his thrusts.
“Do that,” he says through
clenched teeth.
“Oh…you like that, Admiral?” I ask seductively continuing to make my breasts bounce.
“Yeah…Oh, fuck,” his eyes close again and I think he’s going to lose it.
His hips pump more aggressively, and I feel his pelvis bucking against me, knowing he needs the friction. Reaching behind his long rod, I grip his balls in my hand and squeeze firmly.
“Ahhh! Ash! Fuck!” He yells, almost in a whining tone. He’s on his brink, and I can feel myself racing towards my own orgasm just watching him.
“Yes! Oh, shit, Jeryl! You’re gonna make me cum again,” I moan, my control seeping through me as I squeeze my nipples. Reaching backward, he shoves his middle fingers inside my wet snatch, curling upward as he penetrates me quickly. Oh, God it’s magnificent. His hips are still thrusting between my breasts and now we’re both on the brink of an explosion.
“You’re not getting this nut until you cum for me, baby,” he warns, and I shriek out, wanting to taste him so bad.
“Faster, Admiral!” I cry, eager for another climax.
“I’ll give you what you want, baby! Tell me what you want,” he roars.
“I want you to cum all over me,” I plead.
“Then cum for me! Fuck, baby! I’m about to bust for you. Give it to me, Ash!” He barks and I explode on command, my body feeling like a deflated balloon, as the air escapes me dramatically. My hands struggle to hold on to my breasts as he continues to pump me, now more aggressive since he can focus on his own release.
“Yes, Jeryl!” I yell, my own body still reeling from the explosion.
“Beg for it,” he bites his bottom lip, holding himself back as he looks down into my eyes.
“Please, Jeryl! Please! I want to taste you, Admiral! Cum all over me,” I plead, sticking my tongue out. I can tell he’s about to cum before he even pulls his cock into his hand, sliding his grip up and down his shaft fast and hard.
“Louder! Beg for it!,” he growls loudly.
“I want it, so bad! Please,” I beg and his eyes hood over. I open my mouth wide as the warm white cream begins to ooze from his cock.
Moving over my body, he shoots some off everywhere. A little on my tongue, then some on my cheek. Another glob lands on my breast, and even more on my belly, as his body bends over, as he milks every drop from his twitching cock.
I pull him back into my mouth and suck gently as he spasms in my mouth, another lob landing on my tongue as he moans in ecstasy.
“Fuck…” He growls, and I take him to the back of my throat, sucking all of him until he holds the nape of my neck so I can’t move any further.
“Holy fuck,” he sighs.
* * *
When The Seeker’s computer signals that the upload is complete, we’re still lost in each other. The chime barely penetrates my consciousness, but I do manage to gasp, “It’s done.”
“But I’m not,” he whispers. And neither am I...but within a few minutes we come again, and are basking in an afterglow that must, regretfully, be truncated. Duty calls.
There are a great number of data files, and we set the computer to analyzing these. There are also video files, and these we want to examine ourselves, particularly the ones captured around the time the Tyreesian freighter was in orbit.
“Tap into the cameras around the landing grid,” I suggest. “If there’s any funny business going on, it’ll involve off-worlders.”
“I’m on it,” Jeryl says, and he calls up the feeds. Half of them go to his monitors and half go to mine. For the little while there are no sounds in the room other than our chairs creaking from time to time as we shift in them while we scan the records. We don’t have a precise time stamp on when the Tyreesian freighter landed, but it had to have been within a range of a planetary day, and that day’s records are what we examine.
“Here we go,” Jeryl suddenly says.
“Got the freighter?” I ask.
“Yep.” He sends the video feed to my monitor and I watch as the Tyreesian ship settles into the landing grid as gracefully as a soap bubble. “Nice piloting.” I observe.
“The Tyreesians know their stuff.”
We watch impatiently as the freighter is linked to the port’s service umbilicals. Jeryl, as impatient as I, taps the FAST FORWARD key and we see techs scampering around to make sure the connections are secure. The freighter’s main airlock snaps open and ten Tyreesians skitter out. Jeryl clicks the FF key again to disengage it, and the aliens slow to normal speed as they walk down the ramp to the ground.
He and I see it at once. “Whoa!” he says. I say, “Zoom in, please.”
At first glance we are looking at an undistinguished group of Tyreesians. All are about 6 feet tall, heavyset, with the typical Tyreesian long-braided hairstyle. Eight of them walk away from the freighter, leaving two in conversation. One has his back to the camera. There is something familiar about his stance, and I scrunch up my face, trying to place him.
They shake hands briefly in the Tyreesian manner. One of the pair walks back inside the ship. The other turns around to follow his eight comrades, revealing his face to us.
“Freeze it there,” says Jeryl, and the computer stops the footage. We stare at the Tyreesian. We have a very clear look at him, and can even count the wrinkles around his ear-slits.
I shake my head in disbelief. “That can’t be him.”
Jeryl sucks his teeth. “Sure as hell looks like him.”
“But how...?”
“I don’t know,” Jeryl says. He gestures at the screen. “But there he is.”
“Well, shit fire, babe.”
“No kidding. Listen, Ash, how long before we have our engines back online?”
A quick call to Engineering gets the answer: less than an hour. The Omarians think we’ll be here for another day or so, because that’s what we’ve told them.
I have Navigation plot a course out-system, toward New Washington. Then I call Engineering again. “As soon as they’re ready, give me ahead full. I want us out of here so fast that we make their satellites spin in their orbits.”
“Aye!” I turn to Jeryl. “Sufficient, sir?”
“Very good, Captain” he says, grinning as he rises from my seat. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go talk to the delegates.”
Once we get to New Washington, we’re both going to want to talk to Grand Admiral Flynn.
You don’t have to be Armada Intelligence to know that’ll be an interesting conversation.
Jeryl
“Vice Admiral,” my comm link chirps. “All the delegates are assembled in the recreational center. Please advise.”
I tap my comm link. “Hold them there. I’m on my way. How is security?” It has been a hectic, dreadful day. I know some of Ashley’s crew may be feeling vindictive.
“Secure, sir,” the chief of security says. “I have a full complement of security personnel guarding the center. I’ll be there myself to oversee things.”
“Well done, commander,” I say, before releasing my hand from the comm unit, effectively cutting the link.
“What are you going to tell them?” asks Ashley as I make my way for the door.
I pause and turn back at her. “What else is there to tell? The truth.”
She shakes her head in protest. “You can’t. That’s classified information. We should kick it up the chain of command.”
I chuckle.
“I am the chain of command, captain,” I say. “Why don’t you go to the CNC and coordinate the repair efforts. We should ready to leave within the hour. Perhaps, it will boost ship morale to see their captain on her feet.”
Ashley flashes me a cold look, which is kind of weird considering we just had sex.
My heart melts. I walk over to her and touch her lightly on her shoulders.
I look her in the eyes and say, “Don’t worry. I have this thing all figured out. Trust me. Okay?”
She doesn’t respond for what feels like one minute.
She fina
lly heaves a sigh. “Okay. I trust you.”
I smile and walk out of her quarters. There are two security personnel waiting outside Ashley’s quarters. One is assigned to me, while the other is assigned to Ashley. Part of the armed guard that the Armada still insists Captains and Admirals should use on board its own starships.
I wonder if any other power in the universe mistrusts its own officers as much as we do.
They both salute me when I step out, and one follows me away from the room to the recreational center.
I certainly don’t have things figured out. I just really want all these to end. It is beginning to give me a migraine.
It’s not like I am trained as a diplomat. I am trained as an explorer and during the war as a warrior. But a diplomat? I don’t even like diplomats and bureaucrats and paper pushers. To me, they are all of the same stock.
It is just that after being the one to end the Earth-Sonali War, I became the de facto face of the Terran Union to the galactic powers. I was immediately commissioned by a unanimous vote of Armada Command to represent the Terran Union along with the Diplomatic Corps to the various powers of the galaxy and mandated to establish a Galactic Council—which over time I came to see the value in.
At first I thought no other race would even consider joining.
Well, at first I thought there’s no one who wouldn’t want peace. Now, it appears the Tyreesians were playing a game with us all along. I have no idea why. To keep us off balance? To distract us? A prelude to war? I know that this Tyreesian gambit can only lead to bad eventualities. I can’t do this on my own. I have to get the delegates in on this. Let them know that in the end it wasn’t a human fault that scuttled the talks that have taken three years of our lives. It was caused by the Tyreesians.
And if the strongest powers in the galaxy don’t have a place to resolve their differences peacefully, we’ll soon be in another war. I can tell. Although, maybe this time we will be united through war against a common enemy: the Tyreesians.
As my security personnel and I exit the elevator into the wide hallway that leads up to the double doors of the recreational center, I can hear a cacophony of voices and yells coming from within. Lining the hallway are armed guards. They nod at me as I pass, but I don’t pay them much heed. I am consumed with the problem before me.