What a dichotomy.
I wasn’t going to be told again. I wasn’t going to argue. I wasn’t going to do anything but crawl up onto the bed, then throw a leg over Surnen’s broad chest and straddle him.
Surnen’s hands settled on my hips, lifted me as if I were a feather so I hovered over his cock, then lowered me onto it. The tip stretched me open and I moaned. He was so big, especially with the plug in me.
Holy shit. It was like the dream. Only better. So, so, so much better. I could feel Surnen. I could see him. Breathe him. He was mine. This wasn’t a dream. It was real and his cock was going in… in and all the way in until I sat upon his lap.
“Good mate,” he murmured. The sensation of being stretched open was combined with his feelings. I even sensed how Trax watched, how the sight of us together pleased him. I looked over my shoulder at him. His clothes were still on, but his pants were open, lowered enough so his cock was out. I looked up at him as he stroked himself. I sensed his desire but also his insecurities, which made no sense. Not with the huge thing he gripped.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?” I asked. It was hard to talk, hard to think with Surnen deep inside me.
Trax shook his head slowly, taking me in straddling Surnen.
“Trax, get your fucking uniform off,” Surnen snapped.
“No,” Trax replied.
All of a sudden I felt things, emotions I couldn’t understand. I had to figure it out though, even like this, even with a cock in my pussy and a plug in my ass.
“Trax, what’s wrong?”
He looked away. Sighed. “I do not wish to disgust you with my integrations.”
Surnen swore under his breath.
I frowned. This huge warrior had insecurities about his body? Was he insane? No, he was afraid. It was my job—and probably only mine—to rid him of that.
I pointed to the left side of my torso. “See this scar? Thirty-four stitches from slamming into coral.” I dropped my hand to my knee. “ACL repair. Isn’t that scar huge? Then there’s this.” I turned away from Trax, and Surnen shifted inside me. He groaned. My eyes fell closed at how blissful he felt. “On my back. I can’t see it, but I was at work and fell on a site. Hit a rotting log that had a knot exposed. I won’t tell you how bad that was.”
“Work? What work do you do?” Trax asked.
I pursed my lips. “I’m sitting on Surnen’s cock and you’re asking about my job? Trax, I promise I shall not be… bothered by your integrations. If I can stand Surnen’s surliness”—the man in question growled and grabbed my hips—“then whatever you’re packing under that clothing will not bother me.”
A slight smile turned up the corner of his mouth.
I paused, stared at his cock he was still absently stroking and let him feel the blast of desire through the collars.
A sound rumbled from his chest, and he tugged the shirt up and over his head. Yes, he had silver like Surnen. Trax’s was about his neck beneath the collar and onto his broad shoulders, his pecs. Up the side of his neck to his ear.
Whatever. The man was a god. Integrations or not, he was hot. H.O.T. His skin was the color of cinnamon, a rusty tone. I’d never seen skin that color before, ever. In the room lighting, it almost gleamed. So did the pre-cum beading at the tip of his cock. He grasped the base, stroked himself, using his thumb to rub the fluid into his skin.
“Want to tell me how you got them?” I asked.
His eyes narrowed. His jaw clenched. “Absolutely not.”
“Good, then get up here so I can suck that gorgeous cock of yours. I want to show you how much you please me.”
Trax’s eyes flared wide, and I sensed his mixture of relief, male satisfaction and arousal.
“As you see, I’ve got tons of scars. They show we’ve lived, that we’ve survived. They’re like… badges of honor.” I used the word honor because it seemed they were full of it, that maybe he’d understand then. “Are you repulsed by me and my marks?”
I felt anger. “Far from it.”
“The same goes for me. Surnen’s cock needs to be put to use.”
“Hurry, fucker. She’s hot, wet and tight, and you’re talking about your feelings.”
That pushed Trax into action. He walked around to the bottom of the bed, then crawled up so he knelt just beyond Surnen’s head.