by Elise Jae
A magic trick I’m very happy she knows how to do.
I get them the rest of the way off for her, and she struggles out of her shirt as I manage to get naked too.
She reaches for me, and pulls me down, turning me onto my back so she can straddle me.
I didn’t realize I’d like her controlling me like this. Didn’t realize I’d crave the way she scripts these encounters.
The way she positions herself on me rubs her delicious wetness over me and the way she moves her hips has me entranced. Forces me to lock the muscles of my legs so I don’t thrust up into her.
I can’t make that mistake with her.
But I can fill her in other ways.
I snake my hand between our bodies, fingers slick with her, I slide them into the place I’d like more than anything to sink my cock.
The soft moan that flutters from her lips is a sinful reward, and I turn my hand, so I can find her clit with my thumb.
The next moan isn’t so soft.
“Jesus fuck, Trench.” She shivers as she moves on my hand. “I’m going to want to take you home with me.”
Her laugh flutters across me a moment before it dies, and her face pinches, that momentary pain—that infinitesimal look that makes me think she might cry….
And she does, but the sob is a broken sound of pleasure, and as she comes on my hand, I, too, wish she could smuggle me home in her suitcase.
The tension that gripped her in the orgasm fades. And she looks down at me, hands braced on my chest.
“God,” she breathes the word, shaking her head, but smiling. “You drive me absolutely crazy; you know that?”
Rocking forward, she bears down on my fingers once more before rolling off of me and going to her knees beside the bed.
I’m throbbing, almost painfully so, and the sight of her like that only makes it worse.
Again, I let her arrange me how she wants, and am rewarded as her mouth covers the tip of me.
I’ve seen women give unenthusiastic blowjobs before. This… is not that.
When she looks up at me, smiling, even with her mouth full, I know I’m screwed.
Something in that sweet smile, in the way she worships my cock…. “I’m dangerously close.”
It only makes her smile wider. Makes her work me more.
And when I come, she looks me in the eye as she drinks me down.
Saints, that’s hot.
When she pulls away from my cock with a suction pop, I drop back onto the bed, looking at the ceiling. Wondering exactly how I’m going to survive without her.
I know one thing… there’s no way I can go back to Margot’s now.
She climbs on top of me again, almost exactly where she was before, but this time, she moves her hips, running her still wet pussy along the length of me.
It’s a caress that makes me grit my teeth.
That sensitive organ, waiting impatiently for its release thickens, and I grab hold of her face, pulling her down to kiss her, so I don’t grab hold of her hips and take her.
This time, when I come, it paints her back, and drips to the bed.
Eyes hooded, she moves forward on me, not risking my seed entering her. “The things you make me want to do….”
She hums a sigh and rolls away from me, skipping into the bathroom, and I lie there a minute longer, watching her go.
I’ll always be watching her go.
Cleanup takes little to no time, and before I know it, we’re in my bed again. A place she shouldn’t be.
It is strange, sharing a bed with a woman who wants me… but not the commitment being with me would require.
Part of my brain tries to argue that it’s an insult, that I should be offended. But I can’t be.
I can’t ask her to give up her life for the desolation of this place.
She came here expecting to leave again.
And I have to let her do that.
No matter how much I want to roll over her and make her mine.
As if she knows where my thoughts are, she scoots over, curling herself against my side, and letting her hands wander.
She sighs, such a sweet and sad sound. “Couldn’t you just… put it in for few strokes?” her words are sleepy, but she is awake, thank hell.
“That’s not the way it works.”
“Then tell me why.”
“Bonding happens with sex. There are no other requirements. You don’t have to love me. I don’t have to love you. We don’t even necessarily have to come. I don’t know when or why it happens. But I won’t let you risk that.”
“I have the what isolated, but not the why.”
She sighs—a quiet little whimper. “I want you.”
I can’t tell her how much I want her.
“If you have me, you can’t go back. That’s the choice you would have to make. Me… or your freedom.” Frowning, I ignore the pang of guilt and regret for wishing I didn’t have to tell her. “I’m not saying it to be an overbearing ass. I want you to have all of the facts before you make any decisions.”
But I can give her something to help ease her pain… I just need help.
TEN
TENCH
Kimba is on my doorstep the next morning, one brow raised in a way I should dislike, but I know what’s in the box she’s holding. Know what kind of favor she’s done me.
“I’m not going to hold you to that repayment you offered. You’re a friend. I want you to be happy.” She looks behind me, but I know Jess isn’t there. “Just make sure you come out the other end in one piece.”
I don’t lie to people. “I’ll try.”
Closing the door, I lean back against it and blow out a long breath, hoping what I’m about to do isn’t one of my worse ideas.
As soon as I set it on the counter, I hear her. She comes down the stairs, dressed for working on her research. But she immediately sees the box.
“What’s that?” She’s still drying her hair, and after a cursory look at the box, her eyes haven’t left mine. “More samples from Margot?”
“No. It’s a present. Something that might… help.”
“With my research?”
“No. Well, maybe.” Turning the box, I slide it to the side of the counter closest to her. “I can’t give you everything you want… but with this, I might be able to get close.”
She gives me a suspicious glare, but pulls the flaps open.
Her eyes go wide.
I’m not certain what she’s seen first—what Kimba might have thrown in on top of my requests.
Reaching in she pulls out….
A mostly accurate recreation of a cock.
“You got me an alien dildo?”
“A surrogate for my cock. Since you can’t have it.”
She gives me a skeptical look. “You bought me a cock.”
“You can take it with you when you go home. Something to remember me by.”
Her fingers trail over the soft, fake skin. “It’s not quite as big.”
“It’s big enough for you.”
Snorting a laugh, she doesn’t argue. She reaches in again, and pulls out the shiny silver plug, brows rising.
“You said you wanted options. It’s not one you have to take.”
Giving me one last look, she pulls the rest of the contents of the box out and sets them on the counter.
Lube to go with the plug. A tiny vibrator. And something curved I don’t recognize.
“Did you buy these?”
“No. I asked someone I trust to get them.”
“Do you know what this is?” She runs her fingers along the curved item.
Shaking my head, I watch as she turns it around, holding it against her stomach. “This part... goes in me.
I can see exactly what that would turn the other part into. “Ah, I think she was trying to be funny.”
She’s looking at it in a way I’m not sure I understand.
“If that is something you want… Again, anything.”
“
I’ll keep that in mind.” She raises a single brow. “But I think we’re going to want to save these for tonight.”
She piles them back in the box and doesn’t say anything else as she heads back upstairs.
I watch her go… wondering if tonight is going to kill me.
JESSICA
In the privacy of the bathroom, I finally let out the nervous laugh that’s been welling inside me since I first looked inside of the box.
The box I empty onto the counter and take stock of again.
The dildo is gorgeous… and lifelike in every way but color. As if I’d need a clue that it wasn’t a real cock after seeing Trench’s.
But it’s the shiny little implement that makes me pause before going back out to the living room.
I’ve worn a plug before… but not for a long time.
And the idea sprouting in my mind….
I work as quickly as I can, using the toy cleaner, glancing over my shoulder too often, just in case he’s come up after me. But he hasn’t.
I wiggle my pants off and use a generous amount of the lube on the cold metal. One hand gripping the counter I lean forward and think of him.
Think about the ways he’s touched me as I slide the plug along my clit.
Think about the sounds he makes when he’s eating my pussy, when he’s focused on nothing more than my pleasure.
Pressing the plug against me, I have to force myself to relax. Remembering the way he held me, the way he wanted me.
Thank God the plug is small.
I remember his face the first time I wrapped my lips around his enormous cock.
There’s a cock I could use less than a foot away from me. But it's a cock that isn’t his. One I have no intention of using without him.
Because sex with him is better than anything I’ve ever done on my own, and I don’t want to settle for halves.
I don’t want to cheat him out of his orgasms too.
And damn, the way he comes is so sexy.
That’s what does it. Remembering the way his face melted from pain to pleasure as I drank him down…
That slippery metal plug pops into me and I blow out a long breath, not moving, letting my body get used to the fact it’s there.
When I look up at myself in the mirror, I’m not sure I know who the woman looking back at me is. Because she’s not the one who got onto that ship a week ago and I think I like her better.
Now I just have to go downstairs and see if I can keep my little secret for an hour or five.
Walking down the stairs is the strangest part, but I manage it. Partially because Trench isn’t looking at me. He’s glaring at something on a handheld tablet. A quick glance as I pass makes me think it’s a news article.
Whatever it is, it has him enthralled, and I can ask about it later.
I turn my monitors on and pull up the data that’s compiled overnight. Before I look at the bonded sian men, I look at Margot’s clients. The ones who should have the most in common with Trench.
But they don’t have that chemical that he does. Their samples are nothing but sperm.
Tapping my fingers, glaring at the data, I move on to the bonded men.
And the substance is there again….
I have a thought. Wincing, I write up the request and send it off to Margot before I can think too much about it.
She replies immediately to let me know she’ll ask her employees.
It’s a data point that might answer questions I have…. Questions the Agency would never have thought to ask.
The sharp trill is getting to be too familiar.
I look up, even though there’s no visible speaker for the chime.
Trench is already at the wall screen, talking with Richter as he pulls a gun out of a rack that has slid out of the wall.
Even if I was close enough to hear them, I know I wouldn’t understand what they’re saying.
He closes the rack and Richter’s face disappears from the wall before he turns to me. “There’s some activity on one of the ridges. A few of us are going out to check what’s going on.”
“Is it far?”
He nods, and starts up the stairs. “I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I wait for him to come back down, and despite knowing that I shouldn’t. Knowing that this isn’t real and it can’t last…. I kiss him.
“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”
His smile is soft, but he doesn’t make any promises as he leaves me, once again, alone in his fortress-like home.
No matter what I’ve asked—no matter what he’s said—I know I’m in for a long wait.
It’s after midnight by the time he gets back, and I let him walk through the room without saying a word. Let him think I’m asleep as he goes through to the bathroom and listen as the water turns on.
Only then do I slip out of bed and cross the floor to him.
His body is an abstract blur on the other side of glass and sluicing water, but I already know it so well.
I lean against the wall, biting my nails so I don’t go to him, don’t reach for him.
“You didn’t have to wait up.” He says as he turns the water off and starts to towel himself dry.
“I know…. Was it bad?”
His hands stop, the towel still over his head, and he doesn’t answer until he’s wrapped it around his waist and stepped out into the room. Close enough I can feel the heat rising off his body.
“No. I was only really thinking about getting back to you.” His fingers are still wet as he drags them down my cheek.
If it wasn’t so warm, I might have shivered.
“I’ve been thinking about that box all day.”
He glances at the items—just for a second—before asking, “And did you use them to get yourself off?”
“No. The idea of doing it without you….”
Slipping down to sit on the floor, I spread my legs for him. “Do you see how wet I get just from thinking about what I want to do with your cock?”
“Show me.”
Fingers hooked in my panties, I slide the fabric away, stroking myself, once… twice.
“Do you want to touch me?”
“Yes, but….” His mouth pinches in a frown and he looks back at the counter, going to the selection waiting there.
I keep stroking myself as he pulls the dildo from the rest, cleans it, and comes back to me.
“I don’t trust myself to do more than watch.”
I take it from him, but I can’t stop myself from pouting, even as I press it to my lips kissing it the way I want to kiss his.
That’s what this is though. An extension of what I want to do to him. So, I lick it like it’s his, press it into my mouth the way I’d like to take his cock….
It doesn’t taste like him, and I have to force myself to keep from frowning.
I know how to get us what we both want.
Dragging it along myself, I look up at him. “I’ll show you what it looks like when my pussy swallows this…. But only if you let me suck your cock.”
He drops the towel, and his cock twitches, hard as ever.
“You drive a hard bargain.”
Humming in agreement, I keep stroking myself with the silicone head. “I’m not going to slide it in until you give me a taste.”
“And what if I don’t?”
“Then I’ll kick you out of the bathroom and fuck myself in the tub… and you’ll only be able to listen, not see.”
With a smile, as he springs upright, I reach for him with my other hand. “I like sucking your cock more.”
“How am I going to see if you’re sucking me?”
I point to the mirror and then guide his hands to either side of my head. I can’t hold him and open myself wide enough for the fake alien cock.
I match his every stroke, that greedy part of my mind wishing—demanding—they would switch places.
But Trench’s grip on my head is soft and tight. I feel every moment he inches higher.
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br /> This is so close to a fantasy I’ve had before, but with Trench, I don’t want a second partner. I only want him… and I can’t have him.
Not yet.
Shoving that thought aside, I press my fingers to my clit, swirling, digging, using my knowledge of my own body against myself.
I want to come, and I need to do it soon. Need the rush to keep my mind from following dark paths.
As if he knows, Trench’s movements shift, he’s still stroking into me, but I have no idea what he sees in that mirror. I don’t have time to think about it.
I come apart, the high of the orgasm bittersweet as my pussy clenches around a cock that isn’t his.
Not even his come—spilling into my mouth a moment later—is delicious enough to drive the sour taste from my mouth.
When he steps back, we’re both breathing hard, and the sight of his hard, wet cock makes me want to weep. Makes me want to do stupid, dangerous things.
“Trench?” I say his name so that he’ll come back to focus. “I need to feel you in me.”
He helps me off the ground, and before he can tell me it’s a bad idea, I move to the counter, setting the dildo aside and replacing it with the bottle of lube.
“Please?” I ask him, holding the bottle out, knowing I don’t have to elaborate.
He swallows and takes the bottle from me. “Okay.”
Triumph and trepidation war, but need comes out on top.
“Tell me you actually want this?” The question is small, a breathy request I almost can’t believe I’ve made.
“I want to fuck your pretty little ass.”
A shiver wracks through me, and I turn bending forward so he can see the jewel of the plug, peeking out.
He groans a curse behind me, and his hands are on me, squeezing and spreading me open. “When did you put that in?”
“Almost as soon as you gave it to me.” I give my ass a little shake as I step away from him, turning to look at him.
He meets my eyes with a dark smile. “You’ve been walking around with that all day, and you didn’t tell me?”
“I’ve spent all day imagining how it’s going to feel when you pull it out.”
He goes to his knees in front of me, kissing my belly, running his tongue over my clit, I shiver as his hand slides between my legs, as he looks up at me, and I feel the tug as he takes hold of the plug.