her thigh, hot and solid. He kissed her and she opened her mouth to him, tasting herself on his tongue.
“Can I?” he asked her, running a hand up and down her thigh.
She nodded frantically and forced herself to relax as he reached down and lined himself up with her.
The initial stretch of his cock inside her seemed to force all the air out of the room. She stared into his eyes, irises just a golden outline of his pupils, blown huge and dark. He hovered over, muscles tight, letting her adjust. After a moment, she rolled her hips experimentally, making them both moan.
He began to thrust into her, slowly at first and then harder as she locked her ankles at the small of his back.
“You’re so good,” he groaned into her ear. “You feel so good.”
Zosha just whined in response, well past the point of coherent speech. The heat in her stomach had turned to electricity and she could feel her orgasm begin to spark.
Wrapping one arm under Rick’s shoulder and the over his neck, she let herself fall apart under him, pleasure arching her back and pressing her flush against him.
She let her head fall back as a river of white fire swept through her veins, burning through everything that wasn’t the feeling of Rick rutting into her or the heat of his skin.
She came back to herself slowly, sparks of pleasure almost too intense to handle flickering to life as Rick continued to drive himself into her oversensitive body.
“Shit,” Rick muttered as his hips stuttered. He tucked his face into Zosha’s neck as his rhythm broke down, fucking her hard and fast. He pulled out of her with a groan and reached down to stroke himself. Zosha felt something warm splash across her belly and Rick collapsed on the mattress beside her.
They stayed like that for a moment, breathing heavily, sweat gleaming in the artificial light.
“So,” Zosha started when she got enough breath back to speak. “Worth fighting a squad of mercenaries for?”
Rick chuckled and leaned over to press his lips to hers.
She curled into his side and ran her fingers over his stomach, feeling the muscles flex under her touch.
“Come with us,” Rick said. “Leo will let you. You’re a fantastic asset. Annie’s fond of you and the others will get used to it. I don’t want to say goodbye to you yet.”
Zosha considered it. She thought about the asteroid where she’d lived her entire life: all of its flaws and all of its strengths. About the neon lights she’d grown up under. She thought about never seeing the place that held all of her memories again.
She thought about her future in the stars.
“I’m in,” she said softly.
She and Rick stared at each other, grinning like idiots, until the intercom crackled to life.
“So, uh…” the captain’s voice said. “You done in there yet?”
Zosha was too blissed out to be mortified, so she just turned her face towards the pillow and giggled. Rick kissed her cheek and reached over her to press a button on the intercom.
“Just teaching her how to fire a gun, Captain,” he said in a tone that implied he was referencing something. Someone snickered on the other side of the line.
“Well, put it back in the holster, cowboy, some of us are trying to work. And not vomit everywhere. Shut it, Custer,” he added when the cackling grew louder.
“Understood,” Rick said and dropped back down on the bed.
He pulled Zosha to him and wrapped an arm around her waist. She smiled, leaning on his broad chest and tracing her fingers lightly over the seam where the metal of his prosthetic legs met flesh.
“Does it hurt?” she asked him.
“Nope. Feel free to keep groping me,” Rick answered. “So, how does it feel to be an almost-official member of the Breakwater ?”
Zosha’s grin threatened to split her face in two. “It feels perfect.”
Adam
Grizzly Groomsmen I
by
Becca Fanning
If she was being honest with herself, Maya wasn't even sure why she was invited in