Sex or Suffer [Dark Colony 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

Her nipples were very sensitive and he’d unlocked that secret in mere minutes of getting her naked. Cahill made a noise as if he found her tasty and trailed kissed across to the other breast to tease, lick and suck her other nipple. Angelica pressed her hips upward into his hard hot body.

Cahill rose onto hand and knees. He kissed her mouth, her chin, the space between her breasts. He licked a path from the lower curve of one breast to her belly button. If he kept his tongue headed south with the intention of licking her clit, Angelica thought she might climax before he got there at the very idea.

He lifted to his knees, put his hands on her inner thighs and swooped down to do exactly what she hoped he would. Fastening his mouth over her pussy lips, he delivered one long slow lick from the base of her wet opening to her throbbing clit, lapping up her substantial juices along the way.

“Oh God, Cahill.”

No response from below with the exception of his concentrated efforts to bring her off by sucking her clit between his lips, ratcheting up her ardor to the point she got a little faint.

Without warning, two of his fingers slid directly into her pussy curling inside, filling her and expanding the pleasure until the ripe hot sensation pushed her over the edge of a long awaited much anticipated orgasm.

Angelica’s back arched into the climax as waves of her release rode roughly through her body. She fairly shuddered with the climax.

“That was amazing.”

“And only the beginning, right, Lieutenant?” Cahill kissed the spot below her belly button and then proceeded to kiss his way to one breast. Nibbling on one nipple as he stared at her, he smiled around her peak.

Shifting to place his cock at the apex of her thighs, Angelica opened her legs, allowing an even more intimate connection. The tip of his shaft grazed her sensitive clit and she sucked in a sharp breath. He grinned and leaned in to kiss her mouth.

Angelica tasted herself on his lips and the very idea of what he’d just done sent a pulse of arousal down her body. She wanted his cock buried deeply.

“Name the position.”

His eyebrows creased in puzzlement. “What?”

“Name the position you’d like to start with tonight. I have a feeling I’ll remember it for a long time.”

“I don’t care as long as I can see your face when you come this time.”

“Stay on top. No need to be gentle. I won’t break.”

He reached down, grabbed her leg and slipped it over his shoulder. Legs now opened very wide, Angelica couldn’t wait for him to slip his cock deeply inside.

A firm hand on one cheek of her ass, Cahill centered his hips and pushed his cock balls deep into her wet pussy with one deep thrust. Her slick walls stretched wide and barely accommodated his thick shaft. He didn’t wait for her to get used to his girth, he pulled out and pushed in again before a second had passed. Even deeper this second time. His ardent chocolate gaze fixed to hers without blinking and thrust inside a third time with exquisite pressure, bouncing the head of his dick over the entrance to her womb.

“I have a request,” he murmured without breaking the rhythm of his strokes.

“Anything.”

“Stick your hand between us and finger your clit while I fuck you, Angelica. I want to see you come this time and I’d love to watch you touch yourself.”

A ripple of sharp arousal came with his request, and Angelica complied without taking her gaze from him.

The moment her finger glanced over her clit an unexpected moan escaped her lips. Cahill kept up a ferociously deep steady pace, and his wide cock made the experience uniquely satisfying. She could probably come with a few flicks of her finger.

Cahill’s watchful gaze slid to their joined bodies. While his attention was diverted, she reached up with her other hand and pinched a nipple between thumb and forefinger. Exquisite pleasure rifled from all of her pleasure centers and converged into an erotic dance of sensation about to erupt in her core.

His growl of approval when he glanced at her fingers pleasuring her breast sent his hips pushing into her body even faster. Cahill’s dark eyed gaze trapped her attention once again.

Heart pounding wildly, she fell into oblivion as a vivid orgasm rushed through her all of a sudden. She cried out, experiencing the most acute pleasure she’d ever known.

“Angelica,” Cahill whispered, belying the pounding of his cock into her pussy. “I’m just about there, honey. Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I come.” The urgent sound of his voice kicked her arousal to a new height. As waves of rapture slid through her body and out across her skin, Angelica focused her rapt attention on his eyes. A second later his lids slid shut half way, and he barked out a low satisfied sound, thrusting one last time deeper than ever. The warmth of his climax sprayed against her womb with gusto.

Angelica’s leg slid down his sweat-slicked bicep when she leaned forward to hug him close. His face buried at her throat, and he whispered, “That was amazing, Lieutenant. I should have sought you out earlier.” He slumped forward and trapped her to the bed with his warm body.

She laughed and nuzzled his neck. “Cahill?”

“What?”

“Promise me that won’t be the last time we do this.”

He kissed her throat and murmured, “I goddamn guarantee it, honey.”

Angelica slipped her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tight. She glanced at her time piece resting on the side table. They only had less than five hours to get their fill of each other…this time.

* * * *

“Any problems, sir?”

Gray glanced over his shoulder as Angelica glided silently through the command deck door on a fast trajectory to the captain’s chair where he was seated. “Nope. It’s been quiet and steady as she goes, Lieutenant Brice.”

Gray relinquished the command computer to Angelica. He stood from his captain’s chair, lifted his arms above his head and stretched slightly. It was precisely six hours since his shift had started. Angelica was nothing if not prompt. After spending his last break with Penelope, he needed to get back to his quarters and take care of some correspondence and paperwork.

He regarded Angelica with careful attention. She looked different somehow, but he couldn’t identify the reason. “After Ensign Cahill relieves you later, let’s go back to twelve hour shifts.”

This order apparently shocked her. Eyes wide she asked, “Are you sure you don’t want to continue the six hour shifts just a little longer?”

“Why? Do you?”

She shrugged. “I don’t mind them. Seems like time goes by faster, but whatever you want, sir. Tell me and I’ll make it happen.”

“We can keep the six hour shifts if you want to, but I’d like to add a couple more people to the rotation.”

“I’ll take care of it.” Angelica slid into the captain’s chair. With communications device in hand, she sat as if poised to take notes. “Who do you want added, sir?”

Gray took the opportunity to peruse Angelica once again. There was definitely something about her that looked a little different, but he couldn’t put his finger on what seemed altered. Her hair? Her weight? Was she more relaxed? Likely he was simply over tired, and he shifted his focus back to answering her question. “Get Kerchner from engineering and his first assistant. They can help add some relief until we pick up Nathan from the Echo Province on the way back from the Parsec Colony. They’ll whine that they shouldn’t ever leave engineering, but tell them I insist.”

“Got it. I’ll contact the engineering department and add them to the rotation schedule. Any whining I’ll deal with accordingly.”

Gray turned and headed to the exit, but snapped his finger and turned back. “One more thing.”

“Sir?” Angelica swiveled around with a satisfied smile. He suspected that she really enjoyed sitting in the captain’s chair. Maybe that’s what was different about her…a power rush over sitting in his chair.

“I increased the speed. We’re at one hundred and five percent of regular capacity. Keep us there unless any serious engine strain starts showing.”

“Yes sir. Does Kerchner know about our current speed load capacity?”

Gray resisted the urge to crack a smile. Kerchner babied the engines, but he wasn’t captain and he didn’t have a passenger with an abominable medical condition needing a cure. “He knows, and he’s not happy about it. So don’t let him slow us down. Call me if he gets unruly. And if he balks, put a lock on the accelerator while he’s in the captain’s chair.”

“I can handle him, sir.” Angelica relaxed back in the captain’s chair with a smug expression. Gray thought she looked great in his command seat. One day he’d do his best to see she got her own command with the Dalton Prime Corporation, but for now he depended on her too much to let her go.

Angelica looked more relaxed than usual. The determination remained, but she seemed softer somehow. Less crisp than her usual uptight aura. She was likely overworked. Perhaps she was tired. Perhaps he was just as fatigued and seeing things that weren’t there. He should get some extra sleep while he was off duty.

He caught Angelica’s eye. “I have no doubt about your ability to handle anything, Lieutenant Brice. Carry on.”

“Aye, aye, sir.”

Gray exited the command deck and headed to his room. As he passed Penelope’s quarters, his heartbeat sped up. She intrigued him. He’d love to talk to her, but didn’t know if she was even awake.

Brushing his hand across the smooth surface of Penelope’s door, Gray resisted the urge to stop and knock. It wasn’t like they could have a simple chat. If he entered her room, he’d have to fuck her once before a coherent conversation could take place. Better to just call her from his quarters rather than initiate something she might not want. A wave of regret rode though him at any monster able to conceive of such a virus. Penelope’s condition was deplorable. 

Sex or suffer was no way to live.

He shook his head and entered his quarters. After he responded to all of his messages, he stripped and fell face forward into his bunk. The sheets still carried Penelope’s scent. He inhaled deeply and drifted off with her on his mind.

Alarm set for four hours later, Gray woke with a start when the buzzer sounded and sat up in bed. He snapped the alarm off just in time to hear a nasty hollow grinding noise from somewhere towards the engine room. Then the lights went out. Again.

Shit
.

He slipped out of bed and felt his way to the communication device on his desk in the pitch blackness of his room. After five seconds, which seemed like much longer, the lights flickered back on, and his communication screen flashed back to life in the form of the comforting cerulean blue backlight.

Gray slammed his palm on the “send” button and called the command deck. “Another blackout! Why does this keep happening?”

Angelica responded. “Unknown, sir.” To her credit, her voice never wavered or sounded uncertain when he was in a bad mood. Even as angry as he was now, Angelica never cowered from him. But it didn’t stop his rage or the tone in his command.

“Find out!”

“Yes, sir. I’ll check with Kerchner again.”

“Fine, but don’t let him slow us down. Make sure the ship speed goes back to where I had it once the engines reengage.”

“Yes, sir.”

A thud sounded from the wall connecting his room to Penelope’s. His gaze rose to the vent above his desk connecting the rooms. These blackouts were going to become a really ugly problem very fast for Penelope if they continued.

Gray pushed out a deep breath and signaled Angelica again. “I’ll be off line for the next half hour, I’ll call you for a status report on the blackout then.”

“Yes, sir. Brice out.”

Damn. He could fairly see his aroma floating to the air shaft and into Penelope’s room. This had to be excruciating for her. Unsure of how much time would elapse before she sought him out, he pondered his next move. Should he go to her room or wait for her to come to him?

He heard another indistinct scraping noise from her room. Better go to her.

Decision made, Gray slipped on a pair of pants and pulled a shirt over his head on his way out. Three steps down the hall and Penelope’s door slid wide open. She launched out into the corridor on a trajectory for his room. The lust-crazed shine in her eyes was back. Gray grabbed her up into his arms, carried her back into her room and shut the door behind him. Without speaking, she pulled off his shirt as he pushed his pants off his hips.

“Penelope?” He searched her eyes for some sort of recognition, but she stared right through him.

“You know what I want!” The low growl of her voice sounded pained as well as insistent. Her gaze pierced him to the marrow of his bones, but he got the distinct impression that she didn’t see him beyond a solution to her immediate problem. Poor Penelope. Unfortunately, he knew exactly what she wanted. The cure for this disease. Instead, for now she could only get fucked.

She’d apparently discarded her panties before he arrived. He didn’t even take time to carry her to bed. Instead, he turned and pushed her against the wall without a single protest from her lips. Already panting wildly, she widened her legs without his asking. Cock in hand, Gray pointed it between her legs and pushed his hips forward, feeling his way into her already slick pussy.