Sons of Lyra: Stranded

by Felicity Heaton

  Her body hummed with pleasure when his thumbs circled her nipples and her eyes went wide when he swiftly turned her to face him. She grabbed one of the rails along the window to stop them both from floating off and bit her lip hard when his tongue swept around her nipple and he sucked it into his mouth. Arching into him, bending over backwards, she stared at the distant galaxy. One of his hands held her upper back. The other one grabbed her backside. She spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. Her ankles pressed into his buttocks, driving his hips forwards. A satisfied moan rumbled around her throat when his hard length pressed against her wetness. She needed him inside.

  His tongue tortured her nipples, stirring passion until she couldn’t take any more.

  Raking her nails up his strong back, she buried her fingers into his hair and held him to her breast. He suckled harder, making sparks of pleasure shoot out in all directions from her nipples and turning her abdomen hot with need.

  His fingers dug into her backside and he ground against her, moaning into her breast. He ground again, rubbing the length of his hard cock against her. She bit her lip harder and screwed her eyes shut, desperate for more contact between them. He kissed downwards from her breasts, his tongue tracing the underside of it before he began to descend towards her stomach. Eyes snapping open, she stared at the galaxy again. Even if he’d kept the shutter closed, she still would’ve been seeing stars. His touch was like nothing she’d ever felt before. It stirred desire in her veins that threatened to overwhelm her and made her lose control until she could think of nothing but her need to feel him moving inside her, filling her up and completing her. Once she’d had him, she’d be spoiled to all and would never love another, but she didn’t care. She didn’t care if she never felt another’s touch in all her life. She only wanted him.

  Her captain.

  Her Acer.

  His tongue swirled around her navel and then he kissed lower, his lips dancing lightly over her skin and making her burn hotter than ever for his touch.

  His fingers skimmed the waist of her tight white shorts and she sucked in her stomach when his hands met over it. He dipped his fingers inside the waist of her shorts and moved them out towards her hips. She clenched her muscles when he began to lower her shorts and her groin throbbed at the idea of him touching her there. She’d fantasised about how it would feel to have his mouth on her, his tongue tasting her flesh and her arousal. She’d dreamt of it countless times, and each time it was bliss.

  He tugged her shorts off over her feet and ran his hands back up the length of her legs. When he reached her thighs, he spread them and she cried out her pleasure as his tongue darted into her slippery folds and teased her pert clitoris. It was torture. It was heaven. It was everything she’d imagined it would be and so much more.

  She spread her legs further for him and he moaned. Parting her with his fingers, he licked her hard from her opening to her aroused nub. His tongue flicked it, sending fireworks shooting through her body and exploding in her mind. The desperate need to have him inside her trebled, pushing her into losing grip on the last threads of her restraint and making her mind foggy with lust.

  A low groan escaped her when he traced a finger down from her nub to her opening and slowly slid it inside her. Her grip on the bar tightened as he stroked inside her, stoking the fire of her need. She clenched her muscles around his finger, loving the feeling of it inside her and imagining it was his shaft.

  He suckled her clit while he pumped her with his finger, bringing her closer to heaven with each movement. She screwed her eyes shut as she neared the edge, ready to plummet into bliss, and then frowned when he pulled his finger out of her.

  “Acer...” she moaned, desperate for him to finish her off.

  She opened her eyes and looked at him. His eyes were blue fire, burning her with their need. She’d never had a man look at her like that before, and had never dreamed that he would be the one to do it. The blush scorched her cheeks before she could get control of herself and she cast her eyes downwards, embarrassed by how wanton she probably looked and the noises she’d been making. Her gaze slid across to his tiny white shorts and she licked her lips at the outline of his hard cock.

  Letting go of the grab rail, she drifted over to him. She wanted to make him moan too, wanted him to lose control and wanted to tease him until he felt as crazed with desire as she did. Their eyes met as her fingers traced the length of his cock. His darkened and a frown married his eyebrows. His lips parted in a silent sigh. She stroked back up the length of it and then hooked her thumbs into the waist of his shorts. Within a second they were off him.

  She wanted to taste him as he’d tasted her. She wanted his hard cock in her mouth, in her some way, any way. She had to feel him and know that this was really happening between them. She had to give him a night he’d never forget.

  She tossed his shorts away and looked down at his cock. It jutted proudly from his body, thick and hard, nestled in dark curls. Her fingers combed through them and she looked up into his eyes. When her hand slid lower and cupped his balls, he moaned low in his throat. The fire in his eyes grew brighter. They narrowed on hers and then he tilted his head back when she lightly ran her fingers up the length of his cock. The muscles in his jaw tensed and he groaned at the ceiling.

  Her fingers wrapped around his length and she gave a little tug, bringing him over to her and forcing a moan from him at the same time. Her free hand went around his back, tracing the powerful muscles there while her lips teased his flesh. She kissed across his chest, her fingers caressing the sensitive head of his cock at the same time. He groaned and lowered his head, nuzzling her cheek and kissing it. Surrendering to her desire, she let it guide her actions. She had to make the most of this moment.

  Kissing lower, she moved out of reach of his mouth. She licked a trail down his abdominal muscles, delighting in how taut they were, and the way goose bumps erupted across his skin whenever she touched him. She kissed down past his navel and then looked up at him. He grabbed the bar by the window, anchoring them, and gave her a look that begged her to keep going.

  Her hands cupped his backside and she looked at his hard length. She licked her lips. Her pussy throbbed. It was time she teased him as he’d teased her.

  The moment her tongue made contact with the sensitive head of his cock, his hips jerked forwards.

  “Stella,” he moaned her name in such a hoarse voice that she was tempted to look up at him to see what he looked like.

  She resisted and licked the head of his cock again, swirling her tongue around it and dipping it into the slit to taste his seed. She lapped it up and then wrapped her lips around his length and took him into her mouth. He jerked forwards again, forcing his length deeper into her mouth. She closed her eyes and sucked him, keeping her movements slow and torturous. He groaned and then growled when he tried to thrust into her mouth and she stopped him, pushing his hips backwards.

  The sound of him moaning and the feel of his cock in her mouth made her slick with desire. She couldn’t help imagining that it was in her, thrusting deep and slow, taking her out of her mind with pleasure.

  “Cruskin nyaaaa...” he moaned.

  She released him and looked up. His eyes remained screwed shut for a moment, his breathing hard and fast, and then he looked down at her. His eyes pleaded her to keep going. She smiled wickedly.

  He frowned.

  Before she could say anything, or move away, he’d hauled her up level with him, turned her and pinned her against the window. Her hands pressed against the window to steady herself. His front moulded against her back, the length of his hard erection against the crack of her backside. His arms wrapped around her, fingers teasing her nipples until they sparked with each flick and swirl. He kissed her neck and shoulders, sucking occasionally as he drove her out of her mind with a combination of his fingers on her breasts and his cock thrusting against her backside. She pressed backwards into him and one hand went down to her hip, holding her ti
ght as he ground into her, groaning. Her pussy throbbed and she rubbed her backside against his hard length, loving the feel of it against her. He bit her shoulder and clamped his other hand down over her right breast. She moaned and shut her eyes when he squeezed it.

  Her whole mind spiralled like the galaxy outside the window when his left hand slid over her stomach and down to her groin. Slender fingers dipped inside, the tips of two of them rubbing her pert clit and making her cry out her pleasure at the universe. He thrust against her backside, dry humping her and taking her out of her mind with need. Her whole body tightened. She was so close. She tensed against him and he dipped his fingers lower, pressing his front into her back so he could reach. She groaned at the loss of contact on her hard nub and then her eyes shot wide open when he raised her enough for his fingers to reach her slick channel. They plunged into her, thrusting in time with his cock against her backside. She screwed her eyes shut, wishing it was his cock inside her and not his fingers. She wanted to feel him filling her up and moving in her, wanted to feel connected to him in the most intimate way possible.

  “Acer, please,” she moaned and leaned her head back against him, drowning in his kisses and the pleasure of his touch.

  Her reward was his fingers leaving her. His hands claimed her hips and pulled her towards him, lifting her slightly as he did so. She braced her hands against the window, waiting, anticipating the smooth glide of his cock into her. He didn’t disappoint. He slowly eased into her, stretching her and making her sigh with contentment. His hand reclaimed her pussy and his other gripped the grab rail along the window. She grabbed it too and wriggled against him, trying to encourage him to move.

  He eased out and then back in, painfully slowly. His fingers danced on her nub, circling it and flicking it alternately. Her brows furrowed and she begged him to thrust, to bury himself deep inside her and make her cum. He slowly eased into her again. It was torture. His fingers were relentless against her nub, taking her out of her mind. She tensed her muscles, clamping down on his cock and loving the feel of it inside her, even if he was refusing to move it enough to fulfil her desire for him. He wasn’t going to let this be over quickly. She didn’t mind. She wanted it to go on forever.

  His lips played against her neck, his breath hot on her skin, fanning her face as he thrust slowly again. She could feel how tense he was. It must have been taking a lot to stop himself from taking her the way she knew he wanted to. She knew how badly he wanted it because she wanted it badly herself. It went beyond simple want. She needed it. They needed it.

  He slid into her one last time, filling her completely, and his fingers swirled around her clit. A warm rush exploded through her, setting her nerves alight and making her tense her muscles around him again. He groaned hotly into her ear as her pussy trembled and convulsed around his length.

  All too quickly, he had left her and she was ready with a complaint but he chased it away by turning her around and pressing her against the window. His lips claimed hers, searing her with a kiss that reignited the fire inside her.

  The window was cold against her back. She didn’t care. The moment he spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist, she was lost again. His eyes met hers and his cock nudged against her. She gave him a smile. It was harder to control her feelings when she could see his eyes and the emotions in them. Her smile wavered but she held it fast, trying to be brave and wanting this moment to be a happy one. Tomorrow didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was here now, and he wanted her just as she wanted him.

  Closing her eyes to hide her tears, she grabbed him around the back of his head and kissed him hard, pouring out all her passion into it. She moaned into his mouth as he entered her, slow and gentle, just as restrained as he’d been last time. She kept their mouths fused together, resisting her desire to look at him in case it became too much and she ruined everything.

  He had different plans. He pushed her off him, holding her close so her breasts were pressed against his chest. He looked down into her eyes, his full of so much affection that she couldn’t stop the tears that filled her own. He smiled and dashed them away for her. She wrapped her arms around him, holding him and breathing a sigh when he moved deeper inside her, filling her and making her feel as though she’d never been whole until this moment.

  He brushed the strands of hair from her face and then caressed her cheek.

  She bit her lip when he pulled up and thrust back in. One hand went to the grab bar to steady her. She closed her eyes when he moved towards her, his cheek brushing hers, and thrust again, filling her. Emotions tightened her throat when he kissed her cheek and set a slow steady pace, moving inside her before slowly drawing out and re-entering. She’d expected it to be quick and rough this time, filled with passion and need. What he was doing was breaking her heart, making her think things she shouldn’t. It felt as though he was making love to her.

  “Stella...” he whispered into her ear, his breath warm against it. “Iskara no tatui sem do skiattai aishin.”

  Hot tears spilled onto her cheeks and she held him to her, clinging to him. She silently thanked and cursed him at the same time for saying that to her. She wished it too. She wished he could love her and be hers. If Iskara allowed it, she would be his wife and his lover until the universe ended.

  His lips played gently against her throat as he eased into her, tender and slow, bringing more tears into her eyes. She held onto him, closing her eyes and burying her face into his neck, surprised at the rush of emotions that filled her. He whispered quiet words into her ear, every one of them breaking her heart and sending a warm rush through her. His body slid against hers, slowly driving her backwards towards the window until she was constantly pressed against it.

  A moan escaped her when his thumb brushed over her right nipple, circling and torturing it, making her breath come faster. Her stomach tightened with need and desire, with the warmth of their love making. She kissed his shoulder and neck, unable to keep still any longer and restrain herself. He was being so open with her about his feelings. She wanted to be open too. Her mouth found his and she kissed him as slowly as he thrust into her, their lips grazing each other in a kiss so light it made her tingle. There was so much love in it, both hers and his. She savoured the feeling of him inside her, wishing he could remain there always. Another tear rolled down her cheek and he kissed it away.

  “Acer,” she half-whispered, half-moaned. He drew back and looked at her. Her eyes begged him to put her out of her misery, to fill her completely and sate her desire.

  He thrust harder, chasing away her sadness as her desire rose to meet his. It was a divine feeling of completion, of hunger and need. He grabbed her backside and pushed her into the window, plunging faster into her, harder and deeper. She raised her legs, wanting him deeper still, needing desire to erase all her other feelings. His pelvis hit her clit with each thrust, sending tingles and shivers racing through her. She tensed her muscles, desperate to cum and to feel him cum inside her. He groaned into her throat, fingertips pressing into her backside and hurting her. The force of his thrusts increased until she was moaning with each one, clinging to the edge and ready to fall. She moved against him, thrusting back with as much force as he was showing her. He rammed deep into her, over and over until she was breathless.

  She leaned back into the window and kissed him hard, her tongue tangling with his and their moans mingling as they raced towards completion. She clenched him harder, milking his cock. She wanted to feel him. She wanted to know he’d enjoyed this as much as she did. He bit her lip, kissed her hard, and stole her breath away, leaving her panting in time with him.

  He groaned into her mouth and dug his fingertips into her backside as he plunged deep inside her and spilled his seed. The throbbing of his cock and his slowing movements pushed her over the edge and she moaned harshly as she came. He held her close as her body quivered around his length. She breathed hard against his chest, curling up close to him as they drifted out towards
the middle of the room. She didn’t want him to leave her. She wanted him to stay inside where he belonged.

  His fingers brushed her cheek as he withdrew from her and she looked up at him, into his eyes. He opened his hand and cupped her cheek, his thumb caressing it softly. There was so much she wanted to say, and she knew he wanted to speak too. It seemed neither of them could find their voice now. She wished she could. She wished she could tell him all the things she needed to while she had the chance.