I shook my head, still upset to be left like this. Fragile. Needy. Open. Out of control.
Vulnerable.
A sharp slap landed on my inner thigh, hard and fast, the burn spreading through me like a tidal wave of heat that I was not prepared to take. My eyes flew open. I couldn’t stop the sound that escaped my tortured body, the whimper, any more than I could stop my core from pulsing with pleasure at the bite of pain.
The monitor thing beeped again and Rav raised an eyebrow. “Ninety.”
Grigg’s hand left my breast to tangle in my hair and he turned my head. The added hint of pressure, of his control, made me grind my hips up, toward the suction cup, trying desperately to make it turn back on. I needed.
“Look. At. Me.”
Unable to deny him any longer, I did, shocked to find his face inches from mine, his lips so close I could taste the scent of his skin on my tongue, a musky combination that made me hungry to taste his flesh. Our gazes locked and I saw something so primal, so aggressive in his eyes that my body froze in place, instinctively submitting to his dominance even before he spoke.
I’d never responded in such a way before. I knew alpha males, guys who liked to control everything, but I’d been immune. With Grigg, I was far from immune. I responded, and that scared the hell out of me. And it made that beeping thing go off again, which meant I also liked it. A lot.
“Your pleasure is mine. Do you understand?”
I didn’t. I really didn’t. What kind of game was this guy playing and why did I want to join? “No.”
His huge, hot hand slid from my ankle to my thigh, to the device over my clit and he removed it from my body, slowly, deliberately. “The test is over. Your pussy is mine. Every inch of your skin is mine. Your pleasure is mine. You do not come for a machine. You do not touch yourself. You only come for me or for Rav. Do you understand?”
Holy shit. Was this guy for real?
At my silence he stood, undid the button on his pants, reached inside and pulled his huge cock free. I knew my eyes must have rounded in shock at the sight as he fisted himself with his left hand, hard, squeezing a large drop of pre-cum from the tip. Grip tight, he gathered the liquid onto the fingertips of his right hand, pumping himself in long strokes as I watched. I couldn’t look away as the thick substance gathered to several large drops, which he collected.
As quickly as he’d begun, he released his cock and let it bob as he
stepped forward, placing his cum-coated fingers where the suction cup thingy had been moments before. On my throbbing clit. He looked at Rav, whose expression had transformed from stunned to a knowing grin as Grigg spoke. “Are the bio-monitors on? Will the protocols be met?”
“Yes.”
That one word was, apparently, all Grigg needed to hear. He circled his fingers, spreading his fluid over my clit, down lower, around the edges of the probe where it exited my body. At first I was shocked, wondering what the hell he was doing. I didn’t need any lube, I knew I was dripping with my own arousal. I didn’t need to be more turned on, so—
Fire exploded in my clit and I gasped, my hips bucking beneath his masterful touch as a strange heat flooded my bloodstream. My nipples hardened instantly to the point of pain. My lips felt heavy and full. My heart raced. My pussy fluttered in mini-pulses so fast and intense that I couldn’t register one from the other, and still my arousal built. After the first gentle circling, he immediately began to rub me hard, slow, even slapped my clit once, just hard enough to sting, then rubbed me with his hot, hard fingers until I was whimpering.
It was completely different than the suction. It wasn’t clinical at all. It was Grigg doing to me what he wanted, giving me what I needed. I just hadn’t known it until it pushed me so close to the edge.
Still, I held back, feeling so dirty, so wrong. I couldn’t give in. I couldn’t. This was too much, too colossal a surrender of my deepest self. I couldn’t just give in to these two strangers who asked too much of me, of my body.
This was worse, so much worse than being forced to come by a machine. That was clinical. This… How could I justify this lust to my boss? How was my body’s craving for Grigg’s touch going to help me on my mission? This was no longer a doctor’s exam. This was Grigg, my mate, forcing me to submit to his touch, claiming my body as his own.
And I was breaking. My skin was coated in sweat. My breathing was ragged. My pulse was through the roof and I could barely hold on. It was just too good. Less than an hour in outer space, and I was betraying my people with this dark need trying to escape. I wanted to give Grigg what he wanted, but I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t.
I looked up to find Grigg watching me with complete focus. I wondered if he counted my breaths, or the speed of the pulse at the base of my throat. His fingers stilled in my wet folds and I waited, my mind blank. Lost. I lifted my hips involuntarily, wanting more. Wanting it rough. Aggressive. Wanting it now.
“I’m going to lower my head and suck your hard, round nipple into my mouth. I’m going to flick my tongue over that tight, sensitive bud three times before I suck hard enough to brand your flesh as my own.”
Holy shit. My pussy clenched. I couldn’t move. Couldn’t even blink. The promise of a stupid hickey shouldn’t be this hot.
Grigg lowered his head until I could feel the heat of his exhalation dancing over the sensitive tip of my breast. “After three, you will come.”
I didn’t have time to think or argue for he lowered his head and suckled my tender flesh as his fingers rubbed hard and fast on my clit once again. Before I could process the action, I was counting, for he’d given me permission and I wanted it so bad. It was going to be so good and I needed it so bad.
I couldn’t remember the last time I had a man-made orgasm and not from my vibrator or my own fingers. Certainly not from a man who knew exactly what he was doing. If any other man gave me permission to come and was cocky enough to know I’d obey, I’d have punched him in the throat. But Grigg, I counted.
One.
Two.