Free Bright Star by Talia R. Blackwood

against my inner walls. “I’m going to ride you. Meaning, I have to move and you have to stay put. But I want you to stroke my back and my ass as I do it.”
    He rushes to please me, caressing my back all along my spine. I adjust my hips a little. His cock seems big enough to fill me completely, making me slightly incoherent. I pause, my eyes closed, savoring the moment of anticipation.
    He strokes his palms on my asscheeks, squeezing them gently, then moves slightly inside me.
    “Don’t you dare move,” I say, pretending to be pissed.
    “Sorry.” In the effort to remain still, some sweat droplets grow on his upper lip.
    I need something to prolong this sweet torture a little. To make it delightfully unbearable. “Suck my nipples, Phae,” I order.
    He accomplishes it. He strokes my right nipple with his thumb and rises on his elbow to nibble it. Even before he can shift to the other nipple, I give up trying to stay still and begin to ride him. He falls on the cot, his eyes shut. “Oh, Corp. Oh, Prince.”
    My rhythm grows frantic. “Don’t you dare come!”
    He squirms in the effort to resist. I prop my hands on his chest and use him for my pleasure. I move my body around him. I rotate my hips to rub his fat cock all the way inside me. In my mind, his shaft is huge and exists only for me, to give me pleasure. I have never had a big cock all for me. They always did what they wanted with me.
    He moans and squeezes my asscheeks, and I feel my orgasm grow inside, a warm ball at the end of my spine, ready to blow. “Come for me, Phae,” I say. “Now. Fill me.”
    As always, he obeys.
    He explodes inside me, groaning, triggering my orgasm. It’s blinding. I raise my head to the ceiling, and I let the storm shake me to the core. This bond, formed between our bodies, I don’t want it to end. I don’t want to die here, on this wreck. I want a future. I want to be happy, and I want to have him by my side. I don’t care if he’s a clone. I never wanted anything so much. It will be my mission from now on.
    We look at each other, panting.
    “Phae, you too are special to me,” I say, out of breath. “I think I—”
    He puts a hand over my mouth. His eyes are big and scared. “I heard a noise,” he whispers.

Chapter 6
     
    M ETALLIC , THREATENING paces resonate in the deserted hall.
    I saw the aliens’ spider legs inside the bright wall of the sarcophagus cocoon, and I can easily associate that noise with them. Without a doubt, it’s the sound of alien steps.
    Prince turns pale. The paces, amplified under the abandoned and silent vault of the Main Bridge, scare the soul out of me too.
    We listen, breathless.
    The strides are confused and hesitant, with long pauses. It seems the aliens haven’t a precise destination, so maybe they haven’t identified our location. I deceive myself for a moment, but then the steps begin undeniably to approach.
    The aliens are climbing.
    I have to take Prince away from here. We have to hide. Soon.
    Prince is still straddling me. I raise him, slipping myself out of his body with a last shiver, and put him aside. I get to my feet, find my uniform pants, and put them on. My chest is covered with Prince’s cum. It starts to drip on my belly.
    Prince looks at me in silence, sitting on the cot, his knees together. He doesn’t have any clothes. I grab the crumpled top of my uniform from the floor and give it to him. Prince puts it on, slipping it over his head, then stands up. The top barely covers his groin.
    I wipe my chest with my hand, then rub it upon the foam on the cot. I can’t do better until we reach a working sanitizer. I search for my shoes. I realize I don’t have shoes for Prince. I don’t like it. Ship’s floor is covered with dirt and debris that could hurt him and keep him from running fast.
    “Phae,” Prince whispers. He’s trembling. I put my arms around him, dragging him to my chest. “We have to reach a terminal,” he says softly in my ear. “I have to