“So how do I… how far do you want to take this?” he said.
I stood up, pulling my shirt and bra off and letting them fall to the floor. “You got protection?”
“Prophylactics? Yeah, they’re standard issue for every rider.” He pulled out a packet that looked different to what we would use, it’s long rather than a small square. “They got sick of losing females to pregnancy, so we have to carry them at all times.”
My hands went to the bottom half of my flight suit that had been unzipped for the massage but he gets there before me. His eyes are on mine as he released the zipper and then worked the rest of my clothes off. He propped one leg up on the bench and then stared at me as he moved in, filling the gap between my thighs. “Wait,” I gasped, “I must stink like freaking…oh!”
His tongue slid slowly, deliberately, up my seam, separating the folds and then flicking hard across my clit. My hands buried themselves into the soft length of his hair, unable to resist the urge to pull him closer. His fingers dug into my buttocks as he held me firmly in place, his tongue flickering, my hips jerking in time with each flick. “Keel…” I keened. I’m losing control of this, my clit swelling, the tension in my groin growing as he gets faster and faster. I needed something inside me, an ache was increasing until I felt horribly empty. “Keel!”
Finally, I jerked free of him, snatching the packet from his fingers, watching him wipe my residue from his face as I struggled to open it. He removed the rest of his suit, baring his long, hard erection. His eyes were on me as I watched him remove the prophylactic and pull it on. It seemed much the same as a condom, though was somewhat stretchier. When he was sheathed, I pushed him back down, our breaths were coming fast as I straddled him, groaning when the tip of him grazed the part of me that ached the most. It would feel good, so damn good when I thrust him inside me. For that reason, I paused, one hand on his shoulder, the other around his cock, my head tilting to the side as I circle the straining head, dipping down, which forced a hiss from Keel. “Tess…” he said and reached down between us, his thumb circling my clit, forcing the ache to ratchet up until finally I pushed down.
“Oh God,” I sobbed into his shoulder. He held me tight, arms like steel bands.
“Yes, Tess,” he whispered into my ear. “You feel so good. Been wanting this for so long…”
Words were meaningless, I became sensation and movement. Slowly, almost gingerly I explored the way our bodies fit. He pulled me closer, his mouth on mine, his fingers on my clit when we began to move. We were a team, working in tandem with long, loose rocking movements designed to pull the pleasure from our bodies as well as prolong it. I was dimly aware of the ache in my thighs but I wouldn’t, couldn’t stop. His hands dug into my hips, helping me thrust, almost picking me up and forcing me back down onto his cock. My mouth pulled away from his lips, gasping into his neck as the sensation built, it was like its own impending storm and we were rowing madly towards it. This was stupid and risky. I had no idea who Keel really was or what the ADC really wanted, but right now, I just didn’t care. In some ways this felt like a fitting counterpoint to my swan dive, I threw myself into fucking Keel like I threw myself off a dragon, like there was no other choice. I was freed for a moment from my endless mental chatter, our bodies grinding together, forcing the pleasure out until…
My head jerked back, only my arms around Keel’s neck enough to keep me from falling backwards. His fingers dug into mine and he forced me down, holding me to him hard as we both come. My eyes went wide and I stared at the exposed beams of the locker room and for a minute all I could do was just feel.
Of course, then reality came crashing in. I could smell the beer on my skin, the stink of our sweat and feel the aches in my body from my workouts. I moved gingerly, our bodies protesting the separating, the sound like a band-aid being torn off. When I step away from Keel, I felt cold. “I’ve…” my words hung in the air. What does one say post sex and near death experience? I ended up letting my hands fall limply by my side, giving up on trying to find a graceful way to exit. “I’ve got to go.”
“See you before school for training?” he said with a wry smile. Those eyes seemed to take in all of my awkwardness and discomfort in a few moments.
“Yeah sure,” I said and then beat a hasty retreat.
28
Jez wrinkled her nose as I walked in. “Lemme guess, you were invited to the prom by one of the most popular guys in school, got nominated for prom queen, but when you arrived, it was all a setup and they doused you in beer.”
“No, I—”
“Wait, I think I’ve got it. You were the coach of the underdog team for the Superbowl, but through a curious blend of pluck, determination and with a whole lot of overpaid footballers, you guys managed to win the championship, but instead of dumping Gatorade they dumped beer on you.”
“Close, but—”
“Synchronised swimming in a pool filled with beer?”
“No.”
“You went to save Timmy, who you thought had fallen down the well, but had actually dropped into the fermentation tanks at the local brewery?”
“No.”
“You went to change water into wine but fucked up and produced beer instead and figured, fuck it, I’ll go for a swim?”
“No! Do you want to know what actually happened, or keep making stupid guesses?” I said
“You have to ask,” Jez said, her smile wide. Her mouth opened to come up with a different theory but I slapped a hand over it. She just rolled her eyes and shivered like this was some kind of weird BDSM thing.
“I jumped off the back of a dragon.”
She yanked my hand away, “Yeah, so? Don’t we all do that at the end of those bloody nauseating trips on Miazydar?”
“Mid-air, hundreds of metres up and M wasn’t there.” My eyes dropped to the ground. “I thought they were trying to kill me with plausible deniability. Death by misadventure and all that.” I looked up and met Jez’s alarmed gaze with equanimity. “Turns out it’s a rite of passage, to learn how to jump off the back of a dragon and trust your fellow riders will catch you, hence the beer bath.”
“Whoa! So, who d'you fuck or fight?”