I stopped. Moved on Nik. Rolled my hips as I lifted and lowered, fucked myself on him in a random way that made my clit pulse, made my pussy clench. Reaching down between both of their legs, I cupped, then stroked their balls.
“By the gods, female.” Sam threw his head back but didn’t move, didn’t make one demand.
Giving them a break, I lifted both of Nik’s hands from the arms of the chair and placed them over my breasts. “Touch me.”
He needed no further encouragement, quickly sliding his thumbs back and forth over my hard nipples. Squeezed. Tugged. Learned what I liked. What made me gasp. And moan.
I took Sam back into my mouth as Nik’s hand dropped between my widespread thighs to cover my clit. Tease. Stroke me as I moved over him.
It was too good. Too much. The feel of both men surrounding me. The sounds of fucking. The scent of it. The feel of them both so deep. I couldn’t hold back. I wasn’t going to try.
My body went off like a firecracker, and the spasms took over as both of my lovers sank into my body. As far as I could get them. I wanted them inside me. Completely. Where I was beginning to realize I might never get them out.
Nik moved beneath me, thrusting up into my tight pussy, my legs forced wider as he shifted forward and moved his knees apart.
I was open and vulnerable, his heat at my back, Sam’s in front of me. I was between them, Nik’s cock in my pussy, Sam in my mouth. Nik sat up, and his chest pressed to my back like an iron wall as his hands worked my body, one on my clit, the other up to rest wrapped around my throat. There was no pressure, but the touch made my pussy clench like a vise and he noticed my reaction. My pervy, orgasm-inducing reaction.
I liked feeling vulnerable. Open. Exposed. Knowing that he truly was in control.
Sam took his cue, and his hands fisted in my hair, pulling just hard enough to make me gasp. I couldn’t move, couldn’t get away from them as they both fucked me harder. Faster.
I screamed around Sam’s cock when I came again, both of them following me over. Their hot cum felt like an anointment into another world. An alien world.
A fucking amazing universe of pleasure and heat and lust.
I had vainly wanted this night to haunt both of them, but I realized, as Nik stroked me to a third orgasm, his still-hard cock stretching me wide, Sam’s taste on my tongue, that the joke was on me.
The only person who wasn’t going to be able to forget tonight was me. When Sam reached down and lifted me off Nik’s spent cock and carried me to bed, I knew we’d only gotten started.
4
Sambor, Transport Station 345, Prillon Prime
“I don’t like leaving her,” I grumbled. Again. “Especially after last night.”
I leaned against the wall, arms crossed, the room crowded with a fighter squad armed and ready to transport to a battlegroup. Others, like us, waited to transport to their latest mission or destination. While I was back in my armor, prepared for battle, I wasn’t going off to fight the Hive. I followed Niklas, and today we were to accompany Prime Nial’s second, Lord Ander, to another security briefing hosted by one of my least favorite Prillon Warriors, Dr. Helion.
Niklas wore his usual ambassador attire. It wasn’t an official uniform, especially not one of the Coalition, but his black pants and navy tunic indicated he was a high-level Prillon. A planetary representative. His role wasn’t part of combat operations. He didn’t personally battle the Hive, but he did direct the flow of weapons and fighters from other worlds, deal with interplanetary disputes, and act as Prime Nial’s eyes and ears out in the political nightmare that helped hold the entire Interstellar Coalition of Planets together. Lots of egos. Lots of kings and queens, lords and ladies, commanders and captains, merchants and smugglers. Everyone had a role to play. And everyone had a price.
I thought his a terrible duty. My role was much simpler. I only had to protect him, kill if necessary. I didn’t have to negotiate with the enemy. I didn’t have to make them happy. Niklas was the smiling face Prime Nial presented to planetary leaders. And on Niklas’s—or Prime Nial’s—orders, I was the knife at their throat.
“I don’t like it either,” Niklas countered in a far from diplomatic tone.
The hum of the transport pad followed with a crackle of static as another transport was completed.
Of course, our balls had been emptied and our needs slaked multiple times over multiple hours. We should be relaxed and smiling. We should be anticipating our return from IC Command later this evening when we would see Lucy again. Touch her. Make her writhe and beg and scream her pleasure.
Instead we had to leave a naked, sleeping female in the warm bed we’d shared with no collar about her neck announcing our claim.
“Duty calls and not even a willing female can keep us from it,” he added, watching a group of palace officials climb the steps to leave next.
“You focus too much on your role as ambassador. Even the Prime takes time from his duties to tend to other things, like his mate.”
“I have had no reason to focus on anything else. While I’m not keen about Helion, he is dedicated, as I am.”
I stared at him wide-eyed. “You wish to compare yourself to that asshole? I think he sleeps in the command room.”
No one I’d met liked the head of IC. He was, as I’d said, an asshole.