his hands off me lifted my heart. I wanted all he was willing to give. For this moment, my hurt feelings weren’t an issue. And my mind tipped just this side of insanity when I sensed that he’d moved between my legs.
Anyone walking in on us would get the wrong impression. A naked woman tied up on all four limbs to the bed, one male fucking her mouth while another kneeled between her spread thighs.
Garrett ran his fingertips up my bare thighs, shattering my concerns for propriety. His touch made the skin on my legs pebble. I could feel the shift in the mattress as he leaned forward and put his tongue to my center. He licked my clit. The effect it had was immediate and violent. I bowed away from the bed, but my yell was stifled by Slyte’s cock.
When he slid two fingers inside my pussy, my internal muscles grasped him. My heart beat a mile a minute, making cardiac arrest a distinct possibility. Licking me again, long and slow and with apparent delight, he sent me into another orgasm. I vaguely remembered that he’d told me that I mustn’t get too excited, but I didn’t want him to stop.
The air was filled with the sound of Slyte’s hard breath. He pulled out of my mouth, jerked his cock in his fist before he pushed between my lips again. I could feel him thicken and twitch against my tongue. He pumped his hips, gave a rough shout as his come jetted down my throat. I swallowed, had no choice in the matter, and was too needy to be bothered that the man I loved witnessed how I sucked off another man. Slyte pulled out, lowered himself to give me a deep kiss, whispering sweet little nothings—at least that was my best guess.
I surely had a sated smile plastered on my face, and again my mind was clear, not crazed with lust. If I understood the drink’s effects correctly, then my orgasms worked in my favor. The more I came, the faster I’d shed the drink’s arousing qualities.
Slyte stretched out beside me, his hands wandering lazily along the curves of my body. It was nice, having his constant attention. And it gave me a good view of Garrett sitting at the end of the bed. His chest wasn’t as smooth as Slyte’s but showed a dusting of hair. But his skin glowed in almost the same coloring, if on the lighter shade of copper. I’d just figured out why Garrett spoke Slyte’s language.
“You are half Dezrian, aren’t you?”
He nodded, offering no other explanation.
It shouldn’t hurt that he had kept that from me. Was there anything that I hadn’t told him about me? No, there wasn’t. But if I remembered correctly, he’d been the one asking me question after question during the long hours of flight on board my ship.
Before I’d met him, I was an independent contractor for the confederation, flying the odd mission, when my space glider went kaput after a rough landing. Without the cash flow for replacement parts, I needed a new loan—or a partner.
No one answered my call for a partner who would be willing to chip into the repairs except Garrett. And I had taken one long, hard look at the seasoned pilot, heard about his connections to the private sector, which meant higher-paying contracts, to know that I’d found the perfect business partner.
In hindsight, I should have wondered why he thought I would be a good partner for him . He had money, a reputation as a badass and, as I later found out, friends in high places.
I was broke, had no connections to speak of and was always a little less articulate when I was around him. But he’d said he wanted a break from high-risk jobs, wanted a steadier life, so I hadn’t questioned my stroke of luck. And, true to his word, he got us easy but lucrative contracts.
And after three months and one hot night, he’d left me, only to turn up ten weeks later here on Dezra.
“Can you read my thoughts?”
He shook his head.
I was relieved. It was unsettling that he might be able to spy how much I still loved him. Slyte would know, I thought, but it didn’t seem as
Anyone walking in on us would get the wrong impression. A naked woman tied up on all four limbs to the bed, one male fucking her mouth while another kneeled between her spread thighs.
Garrett ran his fingertips up my bare thighs, shattering my concerns for propriety. His touch made the skin on my legs pebble. I could feel the shift in the mattress as he leaned forward and put his tongue to my center. He licked my clit. The effect it had was immediate and violent. I bowed away from the bed, but my yell was stifled by Slyte’s cock.
When he slid two fingers inside my pussy, my internal muscles grasped him. My heart beat a mile a minute, making cardiac arrest a distinct possibility. Licking me again, long and slow and with apparent delight, he sent me into another orgasm. I vaguely remembered that he’d told me that I mustn’t get too excited, but I didn’t want him to stop.
The air was filled with the sound of Slyte’s hard breath. He pulled out of my mouth, jerked his cock in his fist before he pushed between my lips again. I could feel him thicken and twitch against my tongue. He pumped his hips, gave a rough shout as his come jetted down my throat. I swallowed, had no choice in the matter, and was too needy to be bothered that the man I loved witnessed how I sucked off another man. Slyte pulled out, lowered himself to give me a deep kiss, whispering sweet little nothings—at least that was my best guess.
I surely had a sated smile plastered on my face, and again my mind was clear, not crazed with lust. If I understood the drink’s effects correctly, then my orgasms worked in my favor. The more I came, the faster I’d shed the drink’s arousing qualities.
Slyte stretched out beside me, his hands wandering lazily along the curves of my body. It was nice, having his constant attention. And it gave me a good view of Garrett sitting at the end of the bed. His chest wasn’t as smooth as Slyte’s but showed a dusting of hair. But his skin glowed in almost the same coloring, if on the lighter shade of copper. I’d just figured out why Garrett spoke Slyte’s language.
“You are half Dezrian, aren’t you?”
He nodded, offering no other explanation.
It shouldn’t hurt that he had kept that from me. Was there anything that I hadn’t told him about me? No, there wasn’t. But if I remembered correctly, he’d been the one asking me question after question during the long hours of flight on board my ship.
Before I’d met him, I was an independent contractor for the confederation, flying the odd mission, when my space glider went kaput after a rough landing. Without the cash flow for replacement parts, I needed a new loan—or a partner.
No one answered my call for a partner who would be willing to chip into the repairs except Garrett. And I had taken one long, hard look at the seasoned pilot, heard about his connections to the private sector, which meant higher-paying contracts, to know that I’d found the perfect business partner.
In hindsight, I should have wondered why he thought I would be a good partner for him . He had money, a reputation as a badass and, as I later found out, friends in high places.
I was broke, had no connections to speak of and was always a little less articulate when I was around him. But he’d said he wanted a break from high-risk jobs, wanted a steadier life, so I hadn’t questioned my stroke of luck. And, true to his word, he got us easy but lucrative contracts.
And after three months and one hot night, he’d left me, only to turn up ten weeks later here on Dezra.
“Can you read my thoughts?”
He shook his head.
I was relieved. It was unsettling that he might be able to spy how much I still loved him. Slyte would know, I thought, but it didn’t seem as
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