“You want my cock?”
I looked down between us where it was long and thick and dripping pre-cum. I wanted to lick that drop off, but I was an MCS, not a contortionist.
“Yes.”
“Then lift up your hips and take it.”
I did as he said, pushing up on my knees and gripping him at the base. Lowering down, I didn’t wait, only notched him at my entrance, then settled him deep.
Once he was fully inside, he bucked up and I went with him. My hand slapped back on the controls for balance.
I smiled, then let my eyes roll back. “Yes. Harder.”
He gripped my hips, lifted me, and dropped me down as he angled his hips up. We slapped together, flesh against flesh as I cried out. Only the sounds of our fucking filled the starfighter’s small cabin… Yes. Harder. You like it rough, don’t you? Your cock’s so big. I need every inch. Take it. I’m coming!
It wasn’t long for either of us to come. He was right. Sex after a mission was intense and frenzied and so, so good. My mind was already making excuses for my out-of-control reaction to him. Otherwise I’d have to say this voracious need for Kass was too much. Who fucked like rabbits in a spaceship?
Me.
I was a total space hussy. And that made me smile.
Sweaty and satisfied, I slumped in Kass’s arms. “Next time we’ll—”
“Do it in your private quarters.”
I froze at the strange voice coming through the comms.
Shit. Someone had heard us. I looked to Kass, who appeared a little contrite, but he was still smiling.
“Starfighters, this is the BattleshipResolution, MCS command.Now that you’re finished, disengage autopilot and return to base.”
Kass leaned forward, his cheek brushing my breast, to press a button. One it seemed I’d sat on and activated with my ass.
“Affirmative,” Kass said, his finger hovering over the button. “Returning to base.”
He pushed the button, and I dropped my forehead to his chest. He was still inside me, and I was completely naked.
“We’re screwed,” I said.
“You definitely were. And you will be again once we get back to our quarters.”
“We’re in such big trouble.”
“Maybe. Doubtful,” he said. He glanced at my discarded flight suit. “How long will it take you to get back into your clothes?”
I did the mental math. “Maybe five minutes, if you count the boots.”
With a grin, he leaned forward, both arms around me, and I had to cling to him, shoving my breast into the side of his face to prevent myself from falling backward again. “What are you doing?”
“Putting the ship on autopilot.”
“Why? They said to turn off autopilot and return to base.”
He nipped at the outer edge of my breast, and my body reacted with a jolt of need that had my wet heat in spasms around his hard length. “Because the ride home is over an hour through heavily protected Velerion space, I have us in stealth mode, so no one can see us anyway, and—” He finished whatever he was doing behind me and leaned back into his seat, one hand lifted to cup my jaw, the other at the curve of my lower back.
“And?”
He leaned in and kissed me, this time gentle, unhurried. I felt like I was being worshipped. Craved. Loved. “And I’m not finished with you yet.”