Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80439 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
Finally, he lies down on the bed with me, having stripped himself of his uniform. I have never seen his naked body before. It is beautiful. He has an all over golden tan, and there is not a part of him that is not muscular from use.
He lays me on my back, slides over me in the most traditional of positions, and finally after all this rutting and fucking, he makes what feels like love to me, slowly rolling his hips so his cock slides deep in and out of me with a tenderness I would probably find tedious if he had not already taken the time to wear me out like a misbehaved pony.
“I want to come inside you,” he says, one finger on the nub of my clit as he strokes himself inside me, his cock doing that twitching pulse that I am starting to learn means he is going to orgasm. “But you might get pregnant if I do.”
“I’m still on birth control,” I lie.
“Of course,” he says. “The whole female crew is.” He presses a kiss to my lips, and drives himself deep inside me.
“I’m going to come in you,” he says, his dark eyes locked on mine as his face tightens with what must be impending orgasm. “I’m going to fill this tight teenage pussy of yours with my cum, and you’re going to take every drop because you’re my little toy. My poor little rich girl sex toy.”
His words hit all sorts of buttons I didn’t even know I had, and as he starts to fuck me hard, it’s my orgasm that comes first, bursting through me with explosive force that makes my pussy clamp down on his cock, milking every bit of his cum deep inside my body. Thor holds me close throughout, and keeps his grip on me even as his cock starts to soften.
“I should go back to my bunk,” I murmur after a moment or two.
“Absolutely not,” he growls, snugging me tighter against his body. I submit immediately, letting him hold me close as I relax against him. I close my eyes and for the first time since I sneaked onto the ship, I fall asleep quickly and I sleep a full eight hours.
Maybe longer, actually. When I wake up, there’s a breakfast ration next to the bed, and a note from him telling me to rest until my shift starts. He’s off running emergency drills.
For the next few days, we settle into something dangerously close to a domestic routine. At night, I sleep with Thor in his bed, which covers for the fact that I do not have a bed of my own to sleep in. I pretend to go off to my assignments every morning, though most of the time I just sneak back and get into bed. There’s something very nice and comforting about bed, especially when that bed is on a starship hurtling through space to an unsettled land that me and my hot fucking boyfriend are going to help settle.
I’m thrilled with myself, because this is all going so much better than I would have ever dared imagine. I tell myself that’s because I deserve for this to go well, that the universe rewards boldness of the kind I displayed when I just got on the ship.
This is going to be okay. I’m not going to be found out. I’m going to get away with this.
Three days of delusion are all I get. On the fourth day, I scurry out to pretend to clean up around the ship. I have to keep that fine line of being around enough that I remain background scenery for people, but not disappearing and becoming conspicuous by my absence.
I actually end up getting roped into some real spill work after one of the containment pod in the cargo bay cracks and starts leaking some goo that requires us all to don hazmat suits and warn everyone else to stay away. Very exciting.
By the time I get back to Thor’s quarters, I’m feeling a real sense of satisfaction and teamwork, even though I’m not technically part of the team.
I walk in the door and inhale the unmistakable scent of real food. Most of the rations are vacuum-packed stuff that gets reheated and served up, but there are a few trays of home-cooked food that were loaded and snap frozen. They’re allotted rigorously, and the tickets for them are high value items often traded between various crewmembers. The smell of very nearly fresh herring means Thor has a special meal planned for us tonight.
“Selene,” he says, his voice deep and resonant as I enter.
“Thor,” I smile.
He looks serious, and I don’t know why. Did I imagine the smell? I look around him, and see two bowls of food steaming away on the table, so I know he planned a romantic interlude of some kind.