Burning Love [Flights of Fancy 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) (7 page)

"Where?"

Spence froze for a moment, his expression blank. "I need to check something at the landing craft."

"What?"

As suddenly as he had moved from the sofa, he seemed to sag in on himself. "It doesn't matter. I'll be back soon." He tried to turn to the door, but Star held his wrist.

"Just a damned minute. We need to talk, and this is important. You're not just going to walk out on me with no explanation to avoid the conversation and then pull us out of here." She caught her breath, realizing what was making her so angry. "I will not give you the comfort of yanking this mission and feeling good about it because you don't know my position."

She didn't know if it was what she said or the shrill anger creeping into her voice that made him turn back to face her, but a smile touched his lips. The smile had a sadness to it, though, almost like Spence reached some decision and resigned himself to follow that direction. In some ways, the resignation didn't surprise her because she'd come to expect that of military people; right or wrong, they would follow the path their sometimes distorted sense of duty and honor painted before them, and everything else be damned.

"Oh, I know very well what your position is, Star. You'd stay here until they come to kill us all in our sleep." He shrugged a little. "You probably don't know it, but I'm very much inclined to do that, too, just to give you the chance you so badly want to prove yourself." The smile never left his face, but some of the sadness faded, if not the resolve behind it. "You don't need to prove yourself to me, though."

His comments left her off balance, and she didn't know what to do with the anger she still harbored. "I don't understand."

"No, I guess you don't. I don't need to go for a walk to avoid what you have to say. I don't need to do anything at the ship, either."

"Then why do you need to go for a walk?"

"The short answer is that I need to get away from you for a while."

What the hell was he talking about? Star's anger hadn't subsided, and it only served to confuse her more in the face of his saying he didn't want to leave. "OK, you've really thrown me a curve here. What's this all about?"

"Yeah, it's a little confusing, even for me." He paused, but his eyes stayed locked to her face. "One of the few things I care about right now is keeping you safe."

He reached up and touched her cheek with his fingertips, brushing softly down the line of her jaw to trace the corner of her mouth.

The gentle touch sent an electric shock through her, the trembles rattling through her body as warmth from his fingers raced through her. In the thrill of the contact, her anger faded a little, and the confusion cleared, and Star saw an answer to the protectiveness Spence displayed.

With her new perspective, she looked at his face again and saw the stony resolution was different from the stubborn dedication to duty she initially thought. Instead, the expression was full of concern and caring, the need to take care of her and protect her from harm. The tension in his body also took on a new dimension, one that she read as him hesitating for fear of somehow harming her. With her mind not fully clear from the jumble of emotions, Star wondered if he waited for some sign of acceptance from her. The only sign she could think of to send was to kiss him. She leaned her head slightly to the side, and parted her lips just a little. Star leaned towards him ever so slowly.

Her acquiescence must have been all he waited for, because Spence put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, his lips pressing tightly to hers. His embrace intensified her feelings of safety, and she slipped her arms around his neck where they fit perfectly.

His tongue pressed with eager urgency at her lips, and then slipped inside. The tastes of his saliva filled her mouth, a fiery blend of flavors developed in the alchemy of his body raced directly to the pleasure centers of her brain and caused her to shiver with the impact of the new sensations. Their tongues played at a duel, taking turns plunging between each other's lips.

As Spence's hands moved over her back, the slick material of the robe wafered between her skin and his palms created a curious sensation of rough silkiness like she'd never felt before. Softened by the cloth, she still felt the callused hands of a man who worked hard for his sense of duty and honor, who never shirked his calling, and who fought for what he wanted and believed. She longed to feel his hands on her bare skin, to feel his firm touch without the isolation of the robe.

Her head lolled back, and he kissed down her neck, his teeth nibbling at her skin, and each tender nip made her body jerk with delight. His hands slid down her back as Spence kissed her until his palms cupped her ass, pulling her hips against his. A hardness in his groin pressed firmly against her marking his erect cock, and wetness spread through her pussy as he rubbed his body against hers.

He kissed up her neck, and when his lips reached her ear, he darted his tongue deeply into the canal, swirling madly and causing her to shiver as a sigh escaped between her pursed lips.

He whispered softly, his hot breath in her ear sending more quakes through her. "If you want me to stop, you should say so now."

"If you stop now, I'll shoot you with your own gun."

"It's a weapon, not a gun."

"Whatever." She licked at the skin of his neck, and the flavor of his sweat danced over her tongue, a mixture of salty sweetness with the cologne he wore.

His hands moved up her back as his tongue again undulated in her ear, and he tugged gently at her robe, causing it to slip from her shoulders. Dropping her arms briefly from his neck, the robe fell from her torso to hang around her waist by the belt like a skirt.

Spence lifted her in his arms like she massed nothing at all, and he carried her to the couch, his lips locked tightly to hers, then eased her to recline. The cool air of the room made her nipples erect, jutting up to point at the ceiling of the suite. Or maybe, she thought, it was more the fact of being so close to Spence and the tender ways he touched her.

His eyes drifted from hers for the first time since they embraced, and he stared at her breasts. His breath halted for a moment, a gasp of someone seeing something remarkable catching in his throat.

"My God, you're so beautiful."

Heat flooded her cheeks to match that spreading like a wildfire through her pelvis, and Star didn't know what to say, so she said nothing at all. He knelt beside the sofa and leaned over her. His tongue traced circles small and large around her hardened nipples, teasing her as it flicked over the protruding nubs and sending wave after wave of chills through her.

When his lips closed around her nipple, she twitched with excitement, and she sucked in a deep breath of pleasure. His hand rubbed over her stomach, the touch so soft that it almost tickled her, until Spence eased his way down to her leg. Stoking her thigh, he pushed the robe aside and his fingers darted over her pussy, the soaked material of her panties passing the gentle caresses of his hands to her swollen clit.

He eased the wet cloth aside, and his fingers moved to circle her pussy, massaging her lips and teasing across the tip of her clit. Spence pushed firmly, and two fingers dipped deep into her pussy with a wet sound as they slipped in and out of her. He pressed his thumb against her clit, and her back arched high in the air, giving him full access.

As her orgasm raced at her at light speed, he suddenly pulled his fingers from her with a juicy smack, and her nipple came from his mouth with a loud pop. She clutched at his head, trying to pull him back to her breast, but he held her fast, turning her to sit on the sofa. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders, and pressed his mouth to her pussy.

Licking through and around the material of her saturated panties, Star felt his tongue swirl wildly around her clit before his lips locked to the hard bud, sucking it into his mouth where his teeth nibbled at the head with teasing tenderness. She wrapped her legs around his head, pulling his mouth tighter against her pussy, urging him to fuck her ever deeper with his tongue.

Her orgasm hit her hard, causing her to scream nonsensical and inarticulate sounds. Star tried to scream his name, but she doubted anyone else would have heard the coherence in the noise. His fingers moved to replace his tongue in her pussy as he licked at the wetness she felt flowing from her and across her skin. Spence lifted her hips with his arms, and his tongue swirled over her lips and down to circle her anus. With flickering movements, he darted his tongue into her ass, intensifying the waves of climax crashing down on her. The flashing lights of a billion stars dying in the throes of supernova explosions filled her vision, and her breath heaved in her lungs, blowing through her throat like some ancient, maniac steam engine as she writhed with delightful pleasure.

The chain of orgasms Spence brought her went on for what seemed like both forever and an instant until he eased her legs from around his neck. He smiled at her, licking his lips, and the cool air of the room chilled her skin where sweat still poured from her body. The trembles that rocked her were only partly due to the chill, and her vision shook with sympathetic vibrations.

At some point, her robe had come untied and fell from her body and he had slipped her panties from her, leaving her nude on the couch, and only then did she realize that Spence was still fully dressed in his fatigues, his blaster resting casually in its holster at his side. Star leaned forward enough to put her arms around his neck, and pulled him towards her. She pressed her lips to his, tasting the wonderful flavor of him now mixed with the sweet sapor of her pussy.

He moved to sit beside her, and his blaster touched her bare hip, the cold metal of the gun adding to the tingles that rippled through her.

She pulled her lips from his and smiled. "Are you packing a blaster or just happy to see me?"

"Both." The smile faded quickly from his face, and again he looked at her with a tenderness she'd never seen before. "Star, I want you."

Men told her that before, but not like this. Somehow, she knew Spence meant more than just a night or a few weeks or months of pleasure. He wasn't saying what she wanted to hear just to get into her bed. His expression spoke volumes to fill in around the few words his mouth brought to her. Instead of answering, she kissed him again, their tongues locking in a duel to see which could enter the other's mouth deepest.

Her hand moved down his chest, the bulging pectorals feeling like boulders under her touch as his breathing moved the muscles. The corrugated ripples of his stomach felt as defined as anything she'd seen in biology books or art museums showing the perfect male form.

Even through the material of his uniform, his cock felt hard as steel, and his pre-cum left a damp spot on the front of his pants. She gripped the hard shaft firmly, rubbing and stroking as they kissed. His breathing came in irregular gulps, and his body twitched as she touched him.

She leaned to his ear and whispered. "Stand up."

He stood beside the couch and she stood before him, running her hands over his body. Unfastening his shirt, she stroked her fingers up and down the chiseled muscles of his chest and abdomen. Hugging him, her lips again touching his, the hard pecs pressed firmly against her naked breasts, the ridges teasing her still firm nipples.

After pushing his shirt from him and letting it fall to the floor, Star knelt before him, and undid his belt. She took the time to gently place the blaster, still in its holster, on the floor and push it under the end table. She wanted Spence to go off, not his gun.

She unfastened his pants and let them fall down his legs. His cock thrust out at her, hard and long, the mushroom-like head only centimeters from her face. A glistening drop of pre-cum sparkled on the tip, and she leaned forward to lick it away.

The flavor of his cum filled her senses. She as much smelled the musky aroma of him as she tasted the salty sweetness of his seed. Star longed to feel his cock filling her mouth, and she moved to take the huge head between her lips, swirling her tongue around the glans as she sucked to pull him farther into her mouth.

A soft moan came from Spence, and she looked up at his face. His eyes were closed, and his head lolled back as his body trembled and shook. He stroked her hair, his fingers moving over her head as his hips moved in slow undulations to match the bobbing of her mouth on his cock. Star moved her head faster, her mouth taking all of his length into her throat. His knees quivered, like he might fall at any moment, but she still sucked his cock, anxiously awaiting his climax to fill her mouth with his hot cum.

He pulled away suddenly, his dick popping from her mouth with a loud smack. She almost dove at him, trying to get the tasty shaft back in her throat, but Spence lifted her to her feet with strong hands on her shoulders.

When she looked into his face, he smiled a little. "This is going to sound crazy, but I don't want you to make me cum that way." He eased her to the couch again, and knelt between her legs, his dick shining wetly as he hovered over her pussy. Lowering himself, Spence slipped his length into her, filling her pussy more than she'd ever felt before.

She gasped as the head of his cock touched the deepest part of her and his balls pressed tightly against her ass. He rocked, slowly at first, sliding his cock out until only the head parted her slit, then thrusting deep inside her again. As he penetrated her again and again, he leaned down to kiss her, his tongue plunging in and out of her mouth in time to the thrusting of his dick.

His breathing came in ragged gasps, and his body tensed as he fucked her with long, slow strokes. Her orgasm again sprang on her, and Star wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling his full length into her. Her body bucked against his, thrusting to meet him, as they climaxed together. She felt his cock throbbing deep inside her, his steaming cum filling her, as he pushed against the arm of the sofa with his feet to gain just another millimeter of entry into her.

Sweat poured from them both, and wet trails trickled down her sides as it mingled and flowed in the cool air of the sitting room. Spence grunted and moaned meaningless noises to match those she voiced around their kissing lips.