I’d thought of taking her all those months during the training when I was on Syrax. I imagined what our first time would be like. It never included this space. I had no intention of making her truly mine without a bed. Without the chance of fucking her several times before we both passed out from exhaustion.
We weren’t in our bed, but our bodies were begging for it now. My cock was hard and throbbing painfully. My balls ached to be emptied deep inside her. But even though we’d fought beside each other in the simulations for months and were bonded, we really were virtual strangers.
I wanted her to accept being a Starfighter. Being on Velerion. Fighting the Dark Fleet. Her new life. She needed to commit to all of that before she gave me her body.
I had no such reservations. She was mine and I wanted no other.
I would not truly make her mine until she was free of doubts. When I filled her, made her claw my back, scream my name, beg for more, it would be forever.
For now I’d give her pleasure. I wanted to. Needed to watch her as she writhed and begged and rode my touch to completion. I walked slowly toward her. She stepped back once, then again and bumped into the wall. Her body jerked away as if she’d been shocked. “Oh God, I’m not going to mess with the radar or down a craft if we touch anything, am I?”
Setting my hand on the wall beside her head, I leaned in. Took away the space between us before relocating her so that her back rested against the locked door.
“Not if we don’t touch anything.”
“Alex!” She protested half-heartedly as I lowered my lips to the side of her neck.
“Be still. I have no idea what any of this is for. I’m not a mission command specialist.”
“So we could break something?”
“Not if you stay right where I put you and be very, very good.”
She licked her lips again, then nodded. Tipped her chin up, offering her mouth.
I took it. Gladly.
Now that we were alone, I let my hands roam. Learning her curves. Down her back, slipping my hands into the back of her pants and cupping her ass. Back up to her waist, higher to fill my palms with her breasts.
She was responsive. Sweet. Wild. Because it wasn’t just me who wanted this.
I had no idea how long we kissed and groped, but it didn’t matter. Time didn’t matter when I was with her. Touching her. Fuck, Jamie Miller was mine, and the way she came alive in my arms was proof.
I broke the kiss but didn’t stop, nibbling along her jaw to the spot behind her ear. I worked her uniform shirt up, baring her belly, then pushing it higher so it was tucked up beneath her arms.
I pulled back, looked down at her breasts covered in a simple black bra. Hard nipples poked against the fabric. My gaze flicked to hers, to her swollen and slick lips.
She didn’t say anything, only seemed to be watching and waiting to see what I’d do next.
With a crooked finger, I tugged down the stretchy material and bared both of her breasts. The plump mounds were pink tipped. I couldn’t resist, my only option to lean in and take her into my mouth. I sucked, licked, nipped.
Her fingers tangled in my hair, held me in place.
When her arms moved, I pulled back. Confused. But she wasn’t stopping me. In fact, she was crossing her arms and tugging her shirt over her head and dropping it to the floor. Fuck yes.
Sliding the straps off her shoulders, I worked her bra lower so that it rested about her torso, her breasts now completely bare.
“So fucking pretty.”
“Stop talking,” she breathed and pushed my head where she wanted it.
I couldn’t help but smile against her silky skin, then worked her nipples, one then the other, until she was writhing and saying my name in a sexy, breathless voice.
It wasn’t enough for me. I didn’t lift my head, just tilted my chin so I could look up at her. “More?”
She frowned, but when I licked at her nipple as I slid my hand into her pants, she leaned her head back against the wall. “Yes.”
She widened her stance to give me better access.
I brushed my fingers over soft curls, then over her slit to find her slick folds. Her hips rolled as I circled her clit, then slipped a finger deep. Fuck, she was hot, wet, and tight. Her inner walls clenched down, and I had to imagine how she’d practically strangle my cock when I finally had her beneath me.
I shouldn’t have expected her to be passive, even as I finger fucked her. She gave in equal measure, sliding her small hand down the front of my uniform and finding my hard length, aching and eager for her. There wasn’t much room, but she gripped me and stroked from root to tip.
I groaned against her breast, slapped my free hand against the wall by her head. I lifted my chin and looked at her.
A sly grin was on her face, which meant I wasn’t doing a good enough job of getting her off. As I pulled out, then slipped another finger in, I watched her closely, although it was fucking hard with her rubbing me off.
We were breathing hard. Sweat slid down my brow. This wasn’t how I’d planned to make her come the first time, but this was hot. Frantic.
“Alex,” she breathed.
I loved the nickname, loved the way it sounded as I pushed her to the brink. She got wetter the second I found that spot inside her, the one that had her grasping my cock as if it were the joystick inside the Valor.
Pre-cum escaped in a slow trickle. My balls tightened. I wasn’t going to last. This moment was something I’d longed for, for too long. She was what I’d dreamed about. Craved.
I needed her. Her touch, her rough handling.
This wasn’t gentle or sweet.
No. It was almost desperate. And when she came around my fingers, her hot, wet core pulsing, I couldn’t hold back, only thrust into her grip and come all over her palm.
I growled her name, leaned in, and nipped at her neck as she rode my hand, found her own completion.
We were sweaty. Sticky. Cum coated both our hands. It was perfect.
When I finally lifted my head, met her sated gaze, I accepted my fate utterly and completely. She was mine. I wasn’t letting her go.
Ever.
7
Jamie
* * *
Sitting in the cockpit of the Valor felt like a dream, or hallucination, or just so bizarre it seemed I was having an out-of-body experience. Maybe it was being with Alex, because what we’d done in the control room… God, that had been incredible. Insane.
We’d been like teenagers with heavy petting and getting off. The not-sex had been hotter than any actual sex I’d ever had.
It had taken a while, but we’d pulled ourselves together. Set our uniforms to rights, found a washing station to rinse the evidence from our hands. I’d felt like a rebellious teenager sneaking around, and it was fun. I loved that we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I’d never felt like this about anyone I’d dated. I looked at Alex and I wanted.
He led me back to the ship, my hand in his, and this time we climbed inside.
I might have almost come again when I gripped the controls. It was real. Alex was real. All of this… Velerion. I was slowly catching on to it being reality. Maybe it was the sound Alex had made when he’d come all over my hand, the hot spurts rock-solid confirmation that he was as into me as I was with him.
Rock-solid. Hah! Just like his—