Ariston_Star Guardians

by Ruby Lionsdrake

  But she smirked and pointed a finger at the floor. “We can’t work on your patience if you break the script.”

  He snorted and almost ignored the suggestion, anyway, but admitted to being titillated by the idea of having her explore his body—and grope all the right parts—while he did a handstand.

  He dropped to the floor for push-ups, starting the way he had last time. Mick was busier this time. Instead of watching from her seat for most of the exercise, she bent down, tugging off the wedge sandals she’d worn. It was the first time he’d seen her in anything except combat boots, and he liked it. He liked it even more when they came off and she slowly slid a finger up her shapely calf.

  “Is it hard to do push-ups with your head cranked to the side like that?” she asked.

  “No, but if you want to stand on my other side to take off your next garment, you can help me keep things even.”

  She chuckled, and he realized he had no idea how many push-ups he’d done. Twenty? Thirty? He’d slowed down during the calf touching.

  Mick pushed her sandals under the table, and her loose slacks came down next, pooling around her ankles. Her bra followed, the straps dropping in a tangle.

  Ariston gulped, pausing halfway through a push-up. He reminded himself that he should finish quickly so his arm muscles wouldn’t wear out later. He hadn’t been joking about working out obsessively during the ride to the station, but it had only been three days. He would have to trust that his overall fitness level would suffice.

  Panties joined the rest of the clothing on the floor, and he couldn’t keep from twisting mightily to look up. It was like gazing upon a goddess, upon Artemis herself. As he’d first seen in the decon shower, she was the perfect blend of muscle and athleticism and curves and femininity. And gods, was she hot.

  His cock was rigid and ready. Wanting to know why he was exercising instead of springing up and taking her right there.

  “You have three left,” she said, her hands on her hips as she gazed down at him, her eyes sultry.

  He had no idea if she was right or had randomly picked a number, but he knocked out three quick push-ups. Patience. They were working on patience, he told his frustrated cock.

  Ariston faced downward, though he was extremely aware of Mick’s shapely calves—and all her other shapely bits—only a couple of feet from him. Flexing his core muscles, he kicked his legs up into a handstand.

  “Now that is an amazing view,” Mick said, stepping right up to him, her breasts brushing sensitive flesh as she rested her hands on his outer thighs, as if she were his spotter. Her eagerness to get close excited him. She hadn’t hesitated a second.

  “Are you talking about me? Or the nebula?” Most of his blood was rushing to his head, but some of it surged to his cock too. It seemed to throb in sync with the heartbeat he could feel in his ears.

  “What nebula?”

  Her hands slid around to cup his ass, and she nuzzled him, rubbing her cheek against his cock. His nerves lit on fire. It was a good thing she also held him because he couldn’t think about maintaining his balance now, couldn’t think about anything except her flaming hot touch.

  Her tongue came out, warm and moist and oh so tantalizing as she slid it along his cock. His breaths grew quick, and his body trembled. He didn’t know if it was from holding the position or because of what she was doing to him.

  While her tongue explored his rigid shaft, her hands moved up and down his thighs, nails scraping deliciously. If he wasn’t careful, her sweet explorations would send him over the edge.

  “How long can you hold it?” she murmured, her lips tracing him, a hand coming up to stroke his balls.

  “The position?” His arms visibly trembled now, but there was no way he would put an end to this. “Or my rocket’s takeoff?”

  “You call your penis a rocket?”

  He felt her smile against his heated flesh. Then she went back to sliding her tongue along him, making soft noises as if she enjoyed it and couldn’t get enough of looking at him, of tasting him. He hoped that was so.

  “What would you call it?”

  “Just a hard, sexy cock,” she whispered, the words almost a growl.

  Before he could think up a retort, she slipped her mouth around his tip, sucking him in deeply.

  The intense explosion of sensation made him gasp and thrust toward her—and lose his damn balance. Too quickly for him to compensate, he thumped down on his shoulder.

  She tried to catch his legs, but she’d no doubt been distracted by other things, and he pitched sideways, legs hitting the end of the bed. He landed hard, groaning as he rolled onto his back. The heat surging into his cheeks had nothing to do with all the blood that had been in his head.

  “Are you all right?” she asked, kneeling and laying a hand on his chest.

  “Yes. Just embarrassed. Chagrined. Deflated.”

  “Not that deflated.” Mick grinned and looked toward his groin.

  He grunted. “No, that part of me probably doesn’t even realize what happened. It’s just annoyed with me for letting it fall out of your mouth.”

  Her grin broadened. At least she seemed to be having a good time. Her hand shifted from resting to trailing down his chest, and she didn’t seem disappointed in his… premature dismount.

  “It’s probably just as well,” Mick said, eyeing him through her lashes. “Rockets are supposed to go up, not down, and I wasn’t quite sure how I was going to do my part while you were in that position.”

  “Oh?”

  “I’m not inflexible, but I never won any limbo contests, either.”

  “My chip had trouble translating that, but I’m choosing to decipher it as we should move to the bed.”

  “An agreeable translation.”

  Ariston rose without using his hands, attempting to erase her memory of his klutzy moment with a demonstration of lithe strength. He sat on the end of the bed, patting the spot next to him as he admired her sleek form. The advantage of switching to this position was that he would have full use of his hands. And his mouth.

  She smiled as if she agreed with the thought, but came down on her knees between his legs instead of on the bed beside him. He wanted to tell her that it wasn’t necessary, that they could enjoy each other together at the same time, but looking at her kneeling there, her full breasts on display as she gazed up at him, turned him on anew.

  He leaned forward, capturing her face for a kiss, one she returned eagerly, hungrily, and his cock grew almost painfully hard. Again.

  She clasped him lightly with one hand as her other traced the dips and bulges of his chest muscles. He let his fingers stray from her cheeks, down the sides of her neck, and to her breasts. She shifted on her knees, leaning into him as he cupped them, thumbs brushing her taut nipples.

  For a moment, she was still, as if delighting in his touch, but then her hands went back to work. One grasped his base, and she bent forward, breaking their kiss to go down to him.

  His rocket went up most agreeably, almost surging toward her. She traced him with her tongue again, and he leaned back, closing his eyes as sheer pleasure coursed through him.

  When she took him in her mouth, he growled, fingers clenching the bedding. It was all he could do not to thrust up into her, to satisfy himself as soon as possible.

  Fortunately, she didn’t dawdle. She sensed his need and gripped his ass with one hand while she held him with the other and took him deep. Deep and fast.

  He found himself panting even though she was doing all the work. Tension built in his body, his muscles flexing as he strained toward her.

  She drew him, her mouth tighter this time, and the suction sent a charged electrical current through his veins. Her fingers tightened around his ass, pulling him harder against her, more fully into her. His cock was so ready that he couldn’t hold back any longer.

  “Coming, Mick,” he panted in warning so she could pull away.

  But her grip only tightened, as if she relished having hi
m hard and full in her mouth, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. She sucked him deep, and the stars in that nebula seemed to go supernova as he came.

  She drank him in, groaning softly, then nuzzling him with loving tenderness that made his heart ache.

  All the tension left his muscles, and he could have easily collapsed back on the bed, but he leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

  “I trust my rocket went in the right direction,” he murmured, resting his cheek against her soft hair and rubbing and stroking her shoulders.

  “Mostly,” she said, kissing it before lifting her face, a smile crooking her lips.

  “Mostly?”

  “It cants a little to the left when it’s ready to take off.”

  “Huh, guess it’s good I became an engineer instead of a pilot.”

  Mick chuckled again. He loved it. He’d known she had a sense of humor, but he’d never gotten to see her truly amused and truly relaxed out on that mission.

  Though she wasn’t truly relaxed now. Her face was flushed, her eyes hungry and intense as she gazed up at him. He could smell the scent of her arousal and reminded himself that he’d done nothing for her as he’d sat there, trembling under her exquisite touch. And she knelt before him now, naked and beautiful and ready.

  He locked eyes with her. “Your turn.”

  Excitement flared in her heated gaze, and she rose gracefully to her feet. He also stood so he could swoop her into his arms and carry her to the side of the bed.

  • • • • •

  He’d said her name.

  Mick flung her arms around his shoulders and buried her face in his neck as Ariston carried her to the bed. She’d believed him when he said he’d stopped thinking of his dead wife and come to know her as a person, but she’d had a few lingering doubts that he would remember he was with her and not the memory of another woman. Especially when she’d been sucking his cock, and he’d been looking at the ceiling instead of her.

  But then he’d roared out her name, panting that warning that he was coming.

  As if she would have pulled away and let him spend himself in a towel. She’d been way too turned on at that point. And she still was.

  She kissed his neck, tasting his fresh sweat, running her tongue along the strong tendon there. She was tempted to lower a hand between her legs to rub herself, but he’d promised it was her turn. She could wait. She relished his powerful arms around her now, and she wanted him to touch her.

  Ariston lowered her to the bed. He lay her head on the pillows and came down above her, propping himself on one elbow and stroking her hair. He gazed at her for a moment. Thankfully not a long moment, as she was antsy and eager for more vigorous touching. She would supply her own if he didn’t oblige, but he must have sensed her need, for he brought his mouth to hers and cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her sensitive skin.

  She returned his kiss, her lips eager, her mouth demanding, and she ran her hands over his arms and shoulders and down his back, kneading and digging into his incredible physique. The hand on her breast drifted downward, his nails grazing across her belly, stoking further desire within her.

  His fingers brushed lower, and she shifted her hips upward, spreading her legs, not shy about opening herself to him. She wanted his touch so much, for him to satisfy the ache that had been growing in her since he first removed his clothes after that card game on the ship.

  They’d joked about patience, but he could have spread her against the table that night, and she would have been ready for him. Not that she regretted waiting, not when it had ended with this night. She was enjoying the hell out of herself, and she’d never been so turned on by giving a blow job in her life.

  She gripped his shoulder blades and kissed him harder, capturing his tongue with hers and sucking on it, as she’d sucked on his hard cock.

  He growled and leaned into her, his tongue slipping free and delving into her mouth. His kiss grew more insistent, more possessive, and she sensed his hunger growing, his desire to claim her for his own.

  Was he getting hard again? It seemed too soon for that. She didn’t want to drag her lips from his or stop clutching her arms around him to check.

  His thumb found her crease, parting her lower lips and slipping into her warm depths. She groaned into his mouth, not holding back her enthusiasm. He brushed her clit, and she gasped, her hips lurching up as pleasure rocketed through her.

  He broke their kiss, and she lifted her head in protest, wanting to recapture his lips.

  But he only smiled, his hair mussed and his eyes gleaming—damn, he was gorgeous—and shifted himself lower on the bed. His thumb was still between her lower lips, and he eased it around her clit, finding all her sensitive spots. As pulses of pleasure hammered her, she forgave him for stopping their kisses. Especially when his lips found one of her pert nipples. He suckled her as his thumb roused her further. She found herself arching off the bed, fingers clenching and unclenching the spread.

  “Mick,” he murmured, licking and nipping his way to her other breast. “You taste amazing.”

  All she could do was pant and thrust toward him in response, but hearing her name on his lips thrilled her. He could never say it too many times.

  He bit her gently, and she almost came for him right there. But he wasn’t done with her. His mouth drifted lower, tasting her, nipping at her, somehow knowing her most sensitive spots and lingering on them. All the while, his thumb stroked and rubbed, leaving her body trembling and on the verge of ecstasy.

  Finally, his mouth replaced his thumb, and she cried out his name as his lips locked around her clit. She bucked, the pleasure clenching her body too much for her to think, to do anything except lift herself toward him. She looked down, every part of her clenched with need, and met his intense eyes. At that moment, he sucked on her clit, and she came for him, a tidal wave of ecstasy pounding through her.

  Mick collapsed, every hint of tension disappearing from her sated body. Her breaths still came fast and ragged, and she tried to slow them, tried to relax and enjoy the bliss. God, had she ever experienced such an intense orgasm? She should have known he’d be incredible when she’d first seen him fight. All that stamina and agility and prowess.

  She grew aware of two things, of Ariston stroking her gently with his thumb again, as he watched her through hooded eyes, and of his cock against her thigh, no longer flaccid and spent, but rigid and full.

  He was looking her up and down, his gaze drinking in her breasts and her throbbing pussy, legs still spread for him. Why wouldn’t they be? He kept touching her perfectly, drawing out her orgasm, or maybe starting a new one. Seeing him hard and so turned on by her sent tendrils of desire through her anew.

  “Looks like someone’s ready for more push-ups,” she teased, glad she finally had the breath to do so again.

  His eyes flared with intensity, with desire, as they met hers. “Only if you’re under me.”

  His voice was husky with need, and she smiled, delighted to be causing that.

  “Well…” She dragged her fingers across her stomach and up to her breast, cupping herself and thumbing her nipple. It felt good, but what truly excited her was the way he watched her every movement. “That could be exciting. Will they be done on the bed or the floor?”

  “I’m sure your back would prefer the bed. But it’s your call.” He bent low, his eyes still locked with hers, as he slipped his tongue between her lower lips again, giving her a long, languid lick that revved her engine to full throttle with one simple motion. He brushed her clit, then moved farther south, sliding deeper into her, as if to make sure she was ready for his cock.

  Hell yes, she was. “I don’t care. Just fuck me.”

  “Gladly,” he growled, the vibrations of the word causing delicious sensations deep within her. “I’ve wanted to since the decon shower, you know. The first one.”

  “I know. I saw your cock.”

  “I thought I’d hidden it.�
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  “I peeked.”

  He traced her inner folds with his tongue, exploring her one last time before shifting away from her.

  She wanted to groan a protest, but knew he was only repositioning himself so he could take her, thrust himself into her. And she couldn’t wait.

  “I would have let you,” she whispered.

  “Take you in the shower?” Ariston shifted his weight, hands to either side of her, his muscles gleaming in the light, bunching and flexing as he held his body over hers. His cock rested against her thigh, though he had to be eager to bring it closer, to dive into her.

  “Yeah.”

  “The first time or the second?”

  “Both.” She reached down and wrapped her hand around his cock, guiding him to her. “But this is better. You would have just been some hot guy then. Now you’re…” She licked her lips, rare emotion swelling in her chest as she gazed at him, at the man who’d shown her nothing but respect and acceptance and admiration from the beginning, even when he hadn’t known if he could trust her. “A lot.”

  “You’re a lot too.” He flashed a quick grin and eased into her.

  His thick shaft pressed into her passage, and she spread further, eager to take all of him. He was gentle, careful, but she could see him holding back, see him wanting to plunge in, deep and hard.

  “I can take you.” She curled her fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him down for a kiss. “All of you.”

  “Good,” he said, his lips against hers, and he sank into her, a groan of pleasure escaping his own lips.

  She kissed him as they pulled apart and came together again, enjoying the exhilaration on his face, his clear desire to be here with her. He seemed to relish each thrust of his body, each touch of their lips. Somehow, he was tender and demanding at the same time, gentle but ravenous, diving into her while making sure he didn’t hurt her.

  The desire that kindled within her again built into a raging flame. She gripped his shoulders as she rocked upward, meeting him with each thrust. Their kisses grew frenzied as their pace increased, and she relished the raw power of this man pouring himself into her.