Shy Talent (StarLords Book 3) (8 page)

Agnor pulled out, though he remained under her as she rose onto her knees. Agnor’s lips played with her breasts, neck, shoulders and mouth while she straddled him on her hands and knees. She was in a very vulnerable position, but he thought this first time might be easier for her if she could focus on him rather than the other man. All she had to do this time was feel. Agnor and Petris would make certain she felt nothing but pleasure.

Petris began by stroking her back, then down to her butt, squeezing gently. Bet shivered in Agnor’s arms when Petris skimmed his fingers over the puffy lips of her sex.

“What is he thinking?”
Agnor ‘pathed to her.

Agnor knew he was taking a bit of a chance asking her to read Petris in this unguarded moment, but he thought he knew Petris well enough to guess what would be in his mind at such a time. If he was thinking anything near what Agnor guessed he was, then she definitely needed to hear it.

She smiled and shivered, her eyes going wide as she leaned down to lick at Agnor’s ear.

“He’s thinking…” She hesitated, clearly amazed by the thoughts she was sensing. “He’s thinking how beautiful I am, and how stupid he was not to see it before. He likes my ass.”

Her whispered words sent a flood of excitement to his dick, but he held back. This time was for her. She had to come first. She buried her face in his neck while he kissed what he could reach, smiling widely.

“What did I tell you? You’re a babe, Bet. Any red-blooded man will agree with me on that, seeing you this way.”

“He wishes you’d let me turn over so he could play with my breasts.” She gasped as Agnor tugged on her nipples, just hard enough to make her squirm.

“No way. Not this time. Your tits are mine until further notice, mouse. I saw them first.”

“You sound like a little boy who doesn’t want to share his toys.”

She giggled as Petris leaned forward, stroking her ticklish waist, then pushing his hands lower, two long fingers testing her wetness, pushing deep inside.

Agnor held her shoulders so he could lick her nipples, biting and holding them gently in his teeth.

“My toys,”
he insisted.

His deliberately petulant tone made her laugh, the sound enchanting all those around them. She had a magical laugh that stilled everyone for a moment and had them looking to see what little fairy had joined them. Agnor growled against her excited skin.

“You are an amazing woman, Bet. Don’t ever believe otherwise. And if you don’t believe me, listen to Petris’s thoughts as he joins with you. I bet they’re nothing but complimentary. And hot. You make me want to come, and I’m not even inside you yet.”

She shivered as Petris’s hands moved expertly on her and in her, readying her for his dick. Agnor wanted it to last a long time for her, but at the same time, he knew first joinings were tricky. Talents often clashed when they first came together, the power enough to cause harm to one or both of the partners.

Which is why first joinings were closely monitored among those with higher levels of Talent. Someone of greater power watched over the two who were testing out the meshing of their Talents until it was clear they would be safe together.

As the observer this time, Agnor had to keep it together long enough to watch over them, lest a buildup of power hurt one or both. He sent the mental command to Petris and held Bet tightly by the shoulders, claiming her mouth as the other man claimed her pussy.

Petris slid home, long and hard, and Agnor felt every delighted shiver of her body, capturing her moan in his mouth. He watched over their energies carefully, instructing both with quick telepathic messages when to hold back or release their energies. He felt the meshing of their Talents.

It wasn’t nearly the comfortable, made-for-each-other way his own energies meshed with Bet’s, but it wasn’t uncomfortable either, and after her first small orgasm, they were even more aligned. The greatest danger was over for now, though Petris’s climax could bring on another crisis point. Agnor would hold Bet and watch them both carefully while his friend stroked her to completion.

Petris was skilled, to say the least, and he brought Bet two more climaxes before finding his own. His Talent flashed and fought only briefly with hers, then settled down around them. They would be able to join whenever they wished now, without fear of hurting each other. But strangely, that thought made Agnor want to growl.

It should have made him happy. He’d achieved his goal of broadening her friendships and alliances among the crew. But somehow, it didn’t satisfy him. Only having her all to himself would do, even though that was something rather odd in the culture they’d been raised in. Among Talents, pleasure was shared freely with multiple partners. So why did he want Bet only for himself?

It was a question he’d have to ponder while he helped her overcome her shyness and fit in better with the rest of this new crew. That was key. If he wanted this crew to work as well together as the group he’d just left aboard the
Circe
, he’d have to encourage them all to share with each other. Friendship, stories of their pasts, and pleasure. It was a sure way to bond, and it was necessary for people of Talent, for renewal of their powers, and to keep them healthy and happy.

When Petris finally left her body, Agnor graciously allowed the other man to lift her up, turning her so he could bestow a kiss of thanks on her plump lips. Still, a little demon of jealousy bubbled up in Agnor’s mind that was completely new and somewhat uncomfortable.

Agnor wasn’t a jealous man. He’d never had a problem sharing pleasure with anyone before. But Bet was different somehow.

“Thank you, Bet. You are a beautiful woman. And your Talent is delicious and powerful. I feel like a new man.” Petris was polite. Gallant even, though he smiled wickedly and winked at her as he left them.

Bet didn’t know what to say. She’d never been as free with her body as her contemporaries. She’d always felt like the odd man out and hadn’t shared pleasure with anyone in a long time. But Agnor had changed all that.

He’d encouraged her. He’d made her feel beautiful and desirable, and he’d shown her that others could feel the same way about her. He’d helped her at every turn, and she would have been forever grateful to him for that, aside from the fact that she was wildly attracted to him and halfway in love with him.

She turned to Agnor, kissing him soundly, a wide smile on her face.

“You’re the best, Ag.”

She dared to whisper his nickname, knowing no one else could hear her. She felt the delight in him as she wrapped her arms around him as he shifted, sitting up with her on his lap. She nipped his chin and sucked on his neck, stroking his shoulders with his hands.

Energy was zinging through her. It wasn’t the topped-up, deliciously full feeling she got after a night spent in Agnor’s arms, but the way Petris’s Talent had brushed against hers definitely gave her a better understanding of why Talents often sought multiple bed partners.

The recharge she got from being with Petris was very nice and quite a different flavor than the energy she had experienced after joining with Agnor, but it wasn’t as powerful or fulfilling. She wondered if normal people with Talent went searching for something like what she had with Agnor their whole lives, trying out different lovers, looking for something so perfect. It would explain a lot.

Things she had never really understood about her own culture were suddenly coming into focus. Agnor had taught her so much, even the things he hadn’t been actively instructing her in were becoming clear. He was such a great man. She counted herself lucky to be with him, and judging by the stray thoughts of those gathered in the lounge, this little demonstration had gone a long way toward restoring his reputation—and giving her a better one, as well.

“Did you plan all this?”
she dared to ‘path to Agnor, initiating the silent conversation, which was something she hadn’t done before with him.

Telepathy wasn’t her strong suit, but it seemed easy with Ag. Everything seemed easy with him, she realized. It was natural to talk to him and even ‘path to him. Natural to be in his arms and touch his handsome body.

“What will you do if I say yes?”
he replied, a teasing tone in his thoughts.

“Hmm.”
She pretended to think about her reaction.
“I suppose I just might kiss you.”
She put action to her thoughts.

It was brazen behavior, but she felt giddy with discovery and new knowledge. She felt joyful for the first time in a very long time. Then again, Agnor usually inspired such positive emotions in her. She shouldn’t be surprised by her uncharacteristically forward behavior. He seemed to like it, and the thoughts swirling around her—the few that broke through her shielding—continued to be positive.

The others weren’t thinking much about her and Agnor anymore though. Their thoughts faded out of her mind as they turned their attention to their own pursuits. The sharing of sex just wasn’t the big deal to them as it had always been to her.

When she came up for air, having enjoyed initiating the kiss, Agnor’s hands were in her hair and he was looking deep into her eyes. The energy of the stars swirled between them for a timeless moment while their bodies aligned.

“I like it when you kiss me,”
he said silently while holding her gaze. The moment felt significant, and it made her dare further.

“I like it when you take me,”
she whispered into his mind.

A smile lit his eyes as she continued to hold his gaze. She was glad her bold thoughts had pleased him. It made her feel warm inside…and, if she was being honest, their ‘pathing was making her want him. Now. Always.

She shied away from that last thought, knowing she could never keep him. Not such an important man as Agnor. He was hers for now. And just for now. Anything longer-term was only a fairytale she had best not entertain.

“Come into me now, Ag. I want you,”
she ‘pathed, wanting to stop her traitorous thoughts with the sensations that would make her cease thinking coherently altogether.

He slid into her with practiced ease, allowing her no time to catch her breath before he began the slow, stroking motion that would bring them both to ecstasy…eventually. She liked it when he made love to her with that lazy languor that made her think he was taking his time with her. Because maybe…just maybe…he cared for her. At least a little.

It was a secret wish of hers. Silly, really. But she couldn’t help it. Agnor was the most amazing man she’d ever known. She’d thought that even before she’d made love to him for the first time. And the fact that he seemed to keep wanting to join with her had carved a little space in her heart out, just for him. He was in there now, and he’d never be released—even when this voyage was over.

She couldn’t fool herself by thinking that he would want to keep their relationship going after their mission was complete. She wasn’t even sure he’d want to be with her the next day. She was trying to just take this one step at a time and not build up any daydreams or fantasies around a man who was much too important for the likes of her.

Agnor was a rarity among Specitars. He was a hero. An adventurer.

Bet was a shy woman with lots of hang-ups. She was thankful to Agnor for taking her in hand and helping her sort out some of her issues. The improved shielding was a godsend, for just one example. But long-term? No, she wasn’t the woman for him. He deserved someone equally as daring, as beautiful inside as out. Someone who could match him, not hold him forever back.

She wiped the sad thoughts from her mind as Agnor made love to her in the crew lounge. She’d never been such an exhibitionist before, though one of her previous encounters had been on a workers tram in the city, during rush hour. Some of those particular trams were known as
orgy trains
for just that reason.

She’d liked being watched then, and found she liked it even more now. Although the thoughts of the crew had turned to their own pleasures and pursuits, she was still aware that they were there, some of them watching while Agnor pumped into her. The mere thought of it sent her pleasure spiraling higher.

She opened her eyes when her thought scrambled, only to find the younger men watching her. One, in particular, kept his eyes on her breasts, bouncing as she and Agnor moved together. Her nipples tightened as the younger crewman touched his own dick, outlining his hardness through his thin shipsuit for her to see.

Daring greatly, Bet licked her lips, just to see what he’d do. She almost laughed when his cock jerked behind the fabric, and she exalted at discovery that she had at least some feminine wiles. She’d never felt as secure in her own body as she did in that moment. Agnor inside her, others appreciating her. She felt like a sex goddess. Like nothing could stop her.

A little drunk on the feeling, she rammed herself down onto Agnor’s cock, speeding her way to climax. She came hard as he groaned his release, his face buried in her neck as she rode him, still sitting upright on the couch. Others were watching. She opened her eyes again to note that a few couples were even mirroring their movements. And that young man had his dick in his hands now, splashes of his own come all over his fingers. It looked a little bit like the orgy train all over again, only this time the people around her weren’t strangers.

* * *

After that episode, the rest of the crew started to talk to her more often, and the few thoughts Bet caught from them were sort of warily interested. Most of the men’s thoughts were complimentary, while the women were either envious that she somehow seemed to have snared the elusive StarLord who was their captain, or resentful.

Bet didn’t mind that so much anymore. Her ongoing relationship with Agnor had done wonders for her self-confidence, and the training he continued to give her in how to hone her shields and control her Talent did the same. She was growing out of the mouse persona she had worn for so long. She’d even put away most of the ugly sweaters her aunt had made her pack and had the ship’s fabricator to churn out a few more flattering tops.