“Hi.” She wanted to ask him what he was doing here. That shouldn’t he have been preparing the ship for landing, but before she could say anything, he had her pressed against the window, and his mouth was on hers.
The salty flavor of his sweat mixing with his own natural scent mingled on her tongue. This was a fierce Genet, not the same one that had touched her so intimately and gently when she had been with all three of them only a week ago. In between deep, drugging kisses, she said, “Genet, what are you doing?”
His hand snaked down her body, and through her clothes, he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit. A shockwave traveled through her, and a sigh escaped. Biting her lip roughly, he dragged his teeth back and forth.
It caused the flesh to swell from his ministrations, and then he licked the sting away and started the delicious abuse all over again.
“I’m taking what’s mine.” He started to apply pressure to her pussy, slowly at first, but then rubbed harder, more aggressive. “As I sparred with my brothers, all I could think about was you up here all alone, the sweet taste of your pussy on my tongue, and the feel of your soft flesh under my hands.”
The pressure between her legs eased as he moved his hand away, but before she could protest, he was pushing her pants down and sliding his fingers through her slick labia.
“So fucking wet and responsive to my touch.” His words were nothing more than a rough timbre against her mouth, and she dragged her tongue along his lips, loving when he growled even deeper.
“What’s gotten into you?” Not that she was complaining but she was used to this kind of assertiveness from Erak, not the scientist out of the three and the seemingly tamest brother. He leaned back so she could look in his eyes.
“Why would you think anything has gotten into me, Luna?” He dipped his head and dragged his tongue up the center of her throat causing her head to loll back and ecstasy to course through her.
He continued to rub her pussy, touching every single tingling inch of her until she was lost in the sensations.
“You just seem...different.” The last word was more of a strangled whisper when he bit her hard enough that pain had her whole body growing taut, but that discomfort immediately vanished when he reached between their bodies and pushed down his training shorts.
The sound of the material falling to the floor was followed by the hot, hard length of his dick pressing into her belly and the sensation of his slick pre-cum coating her skin.
“Different?” He murmured against her flesh and bit her again. “How so?” Genet started a slow pump and grind against her, and dammit, she was helpless against the onslaught of his passion.
His sweat coated her skin, seeped through her shirt, and had a drug-like feeling swimming through her. If this was how they acted after a good, hard fight and workout, she was all about them doing more of it.
Don’t get her wrong. She enjoyed having the tender touches and whispered words, but a darker side of her, one that had been awakened by Erak, showed her she also liked their brute strength and the way they overpowered her.
“You seem fiercer.” A cry of pleasure left her, and the last part of her sentence died in the air when he slipped two, thick fingers into her pussy.
He pumped those digits over and over into her while he pressed his thumb against her clit hard enough to have stars dancing behind her vision. It was agony and ecstasy all rolled into one ball. She reached out and clung to his narrow, hard waist when he twisted his fingers, crooked them inside of her, and stroked nerve endings she didn’t even know she had.
Hard, wracking sobs left her, and she lifted onto her toes, trying to get away from the wicked torment he was giving her but also finding herself rubbing her pussy on his hand like some kind of fiend.
“That’s it. Give it to me.”
Her eyes snapped open at his demand, and confusion waged war with pleasure.
“Yeah, I know you need it like this, know that taking you against the wall with my hand nearly shoved all the way inside of you gets you off.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head when he pressed the pads of his fingers deeper inside of her. “Genet—”
“Don’t worry, baby. I like taking you rough, too.” He leaned in, and his humid, sweet breath brushed along her cheek. “I may like to have you a trembling mess under me as I slowly stroke you with my dick from the inside out, hearing those breathy little moans you like to give, but make no mistake that I am a male, a warrior, and, as such, like to fuck good and hard.”
Right when she thought she was going to come, he pulled his fingers out of her, shoved her pants down her legs, and pulled her shirt up and over her head. Genet spun her around so the cold glass was the only thing keeping her grounded, and thrust his erection into her lower back.
Outside, the darkness of space greeted her, and the glass fogged up in front of her from her frantic breathing.
“You want that, don’t you, Luna?” He pushed the long length of her hair off her shoulder and dragged his tongue over the nape of her neck. “You want me to fuck you just as badly as I want to fuck you.”
His warm breath cascaded over her shoulders, and a shiver worked through his muscular frame.
“Shit, I can smell how fucking wet you are for me and can imagine how fucking tight that pussy of yours is.”
His cock gave a mighty jerk, and more pre-cum coated the skin of her lower spine. Saying nothing else, just making deep growly noises, Genet gripped her hips, cocked them out, so she was forced to stand on her toes for support and palmed the cheeks of her bottom.
Gripping one mound, he spread it, and in the next second, she felt the bulbous head of his erection probing the entrance of her pussy. Not being able to keep her eyes open any longer, Luna gave up the struggle, closed them, and rested her forehead on the glass.