I said hate fucking wasn’t off the table. Now it was entirely on the table.

Roys kissed lacking all the patience he previously complained that I didn’t have. When I dared not to part my lips, he slammed against me and got what he wanted. His tongue ran over the roof of my mouth, bringing that enticing taste of cherry. The candy caught between our tongues, a flavor that became entirely him.

He took my bottom lip between his teeth to bite hard because we couldn’t possibly be soft. We were all hard edges, imperfect, scraping against one another like metal on metal. My hands found his waist, his stomach, feeling every panting breath, curling in his dark hair and roving up, up to those glorious pecks. He growled into my mouth, the sound echoed against my palms feeling him up.

Having him against me, something solid and real, kept me from thinking of what was around us, of an endless dark. Touching him was so easy, natural, normal. Though our tongues had been lethal, like this, they melted, a pool of pleasure to share. I clung to his back, bringing him in. The pain had Roys hissing. 

He retreated, shaking his head. “That was… we shouldn’t be doing this. It’s stress and you’re…”

I grabbed his wrist, bringing his hand back to my throat. “Why not?” I kissed him and sucked that candy back into my mouth. “Are you worried I won’t like what you have to offer?”

“Is pissing me off the only way you know how to communicate?” He forced my head up at a painful angle, letting his lips descend upon my neck.

I felt him, his stomach heaving against my palm, as hot as me, slick with sweat. There was nothing but us, making the dark feel like nothing more than a crowded room. We were back on the surface in the habitat alone in the barracks, nothing more.

“It’s worked on you so far. Come on.” I grabbed his ass. “Show me. Teach me a lesson, Captain.”

His teeth tore into my throat. His body trapped me against the wall. The damp atmosphere cooled my heated skin that he made hotter by tugging open my exoskin. His fingers found my chest, thumbs circling my nipples. I squeezed his ass hard, moaning when he brought our hips together in a ruthless grind.

“I hardly doubt you would listen to any lesson from me. You said not to lecture you, after all.” Roys pulled me in for a kiss where he let me know exactly who was in charge.

I trembled against his fervor, moaning as he drove me wild with teeth and tongue. His hands fondled me, taking their time on my chest that leaned into every touch.

He released me with a lewd pop. “Although, you are more compliant here than I thought you’d be.”

“All I heard was that you’ve thought about this,” I groaned when he knocked my head against the wall.

“I really want to shut you up.”

“I’m sure you can think of a way to achieve that.”

Eyes bright, the most enchanting blue that no starlit galaxy could rival, caught me in their destructive path. He brushed a thumb over my bottom lip before pressing into my mouth. “Suck.”

I didn’t mind taking orders from him when he sounded like that, when he looked at me like there was nothing else in all the galaxies. I sucked on his thumb, running my tongue over the pad of his finger, pressing the candy against it which he dragged through my mouth.

“That’s a good boy.” He smirked when I shivered, the pleasure coiling at the base of my spine. “Did you like being called a good boy?”

When I nodded, he brought his thigh between my legs. He toyed with me, never doing more than resting that damned leg there and rubbing my chest. As we kissed, he bit and sucked until my hips were grinding fruitlessly against him. I wanted more that he never gave. Never moving his thigh, always making me thrust and tug on his belt. He smacked my hands away, leaving me wanting.

“Getting shy?” I asked against his lips. “If you back out now, I’m going to think Arana won that bet.”

“This mouth of yours is so utterly insufferable.”

“It seems to me you quite like my mouth.”

I fumbled with Roys’ belt, far too eager than I was willing to admit. He didn’t stop that time, keeping me locked under a heated gaze as my hands scrambled to touch him. He finally rubbed his thigh against me when I grabbed his cock, hot and thick and wet against my palm. The brush of Roys’ arousal had my knees quaking, imagining the girth of him stretching me into unfathomably ecstasy.

I’d complain about owing Arana, but it was worth every credit to have his cock in my hand. I forgot entirely about where we were, what was happening, everything. There was only the desire to be unravelled by him, to know what it would be like to be under his complete control.

I worked him slowly, enjoying the size of him in my hand. His thigh returned the pleasure, rubbing against me, pressing me hard against the wall. I was captured by his pleasure, by his lips on my neck, over my shoulders, and his body on me. My thumb circled his head, my hand moving faster.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, tugging me from his pants. “On your knees.”

“Is that an order?”

Roys took me by the hair and yanked. “On. Your. Knees.”

The pleasure took root, spreading, connecting every nerve. I fell, hardly resisting the urge to touch myself. Roys didn’t hesitate to drop his exoskin and trousers. They dropped around his ankles, freeing his cock that he brushed against my lips. I opened my mouth for him but Roys caught my hair and held me back.

“Do you want to suck me off?” His tone was a razor’s edge, tempting and dark.

I licked my lips, breathing heavily, admiring him. “Yes.”

“Yes?” His eyes were challenging, his smirk like the devil.

Oh, he was pushing it. But he tugged my hair and I trembled just thinking about saying, “Yes, sir.”

“Good boy.” Roys didn’t need to push further. I already dipped my mouth over him. The girth of him stretched my cheeks, the length of him hit the back of my throat. He tasted incredible mixed with the cherry candy still dissolving in my mouth, hot on my tongue. My hand worked his base while I tasted all of him that I could.

“And here I thought you couldn’t follow orders,” he moaned, eyes closed in bliss and hand massaging the back of my neck. 

Roys rolled his hips, using the hold on my head to keep a breathtaking pace. Not that I minded a moment of it. I rubbed myself over my exoskin, needing to be touched. I sucked until my cheeks were hollow, swallowing the candy and all he gave me. I let my hand play with his balls and the thick curls around his arousal. His low groans encouraged my work, the feel of his fingers digging into my scalp, telling me exactly what he liked. Then he buried himself to the hilt, gagging me. One tug and I departed, gasping for breath.

“Do you like being on your knees for me?” Roys groaned.

“Yes, sir.”

“Do you want me to cum in your mouth?”

I clipped off my belt and dropped a hand in my pants. “Yes, sir.”

“Take out your cock.”

I fumbled with my clothes, pushing everything aside enough to give Roys the view he wanted. He watched my palm rub my head, eyes darker than deep space. They were a void, a black hole bringing in everything, taking in me. My blood ran hot, heart thudding in my ears. I never wanted to finish so badly in my life.

“Keep your hands to yourself,” Roys ordered. He laid one arm on the wall and the other kept firm hold of my hair. “You’re getting off exactly like this, understood?”

I couldn’t believe how much that turned me on. “Yes, sir.”

Roys showed no mercy, fucking the back of my throat, giving me a breath only when he allowed it. Still, I kissed and licked and did anything he wanted before he dived between my lips, using a hand to keep me at the rough speed he so desired, that made the need in me burn hotter.

I never thought I’d be so turned on sucking Roys off, of all people. But the captain was perfect. The sound of his voice, low and baritone, excited me, the way he cursed here when he didn’t up there, how he showed a completely new side that riled up every part of me.

I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to give me everything. My other hand fell on my chest to play with my nipple as he had. Roys moaned at that, thrusting harder.

“You look incredible with my cock in your mouth,” he said. “Have you thought about sucking me off before, Ethin?”

That name didn’t sound so bad here.

Roys left, preventing me from following by digging those tough fingers into my scalp. “Answer me when I ask you a question.”

I rubbed my chest harder, thrust into my hand faster. “Yes, I thought about it.”

“Really? Is that all you thought about?”

He used the hold to force me to look up. His eyes were mirrors reflecting my wanton lust. I was little more than a panting mess for his pleasure.

“No, sir,” I whispered, moaning when Roys slipped between my lips. He rolled his hips slowly. I quivered, jerking faster and feeling myself falling closer to that glorious edge.

“What else have you thought about? Tell me or I’ll leave you here and you can get off on your own.”

I whined, my hips thrusting messily against my hand. “I thought about you touching me like this, your hands all over me, your tongue and cock fucking me.”

“That’s a good boy. You’ll be rewarded soon. Keep sucking.” Roys thrust into my mouth, picking up that maddening rhythm that had my eyes watering.

I did as my captain ordered, taken by an orgasm ripping through my veins with him in the back of my throat. I could never admit to how much that turned me on, how much I loved Roys’ total control, or the taste of him when he came. He groaned while I devoured every drop. I sucked him afterward, too, making sure he was utterly finished before letting him fall away.

There, I kissed his powerful thighs and hips, hands falling on his ass to keep him close while we basked in the afterglow that couldn't save us from the aftermath. I wasn’t sure what to do after sucking my captain off and loving every moment of it. I was already thinking of how to do it again, how to have Roys fuck me until I couldn’t stand, how to get between his legs and feel a warmth only he could give. I squirmed thinking about having him between my legs, what it’d be like to be beneath him, on top of him, to have him inside of me, to be inside of him.

Roys let go, and so did I. A chill fell over me when the captain stepped away to tug on his pants and surviving exoskin. I tried not to watch but I liked what the captain had to offer. Then I tucked myself in, closed my exoskin, and got a drink, washing the taste of him away.

Roys’ commlink beeped. His nanomites flickered. We shared a shocked glance, then he said, “HeIllo? Does anyone copy? Over.”

The commlink was silent, then flickered, a voice cutting in and out.

“You’re cutting out. Over,” Roys said. His voice carried more excitement than usual. The commlink sputtered again. “They're close.” He tightened his belt. “We have to move.”

I was somewhat relieved the commlink reacted when it did otherwise we would have to acknowledge the whole blowjob thing. Amazing as it was.

“Keep talking. We’re in a cavern, so you may be close or above us. Over,” Roys ordered, keeping the commlink close to his mouth as we traversed the tunnels.

Roys kept repeating himself, unsure if the others heard him. Regardless, because of his chatter, they talked back until Iylene came through, “Scans… close… stop… STOP!”

Roys and I stopped. Iylene never raised their voice, then that voice came out clear. “The scan says we’re on top of you.”

“The flora dropped us into a tunnel network. We’re underground,” Roys explained, breathing a sigh of relief that I mirrored. “Something is blocking our commlinks down here.”

“No shit,” said Arana and I went for Roys’ commlink. He tensed as if my touching his hand was somehow worse than having his cock in my mouth. Go figure.

“Arana, you shitstain, we wouldn’t be down here if you watched where you fucking stepped,” I shouted.

“Fuck you,” she spat, then laughed. “I’m glad you’re alive. We got some fancy laser diggers from the lab, but Zavir is still reading the manual.”

“I’ve almost got it,” Zavir’s voice came in. “And hello, I’m glad you’re not dead.”

I fell against the wall. We really weren’t going to die down there. I might have jumped the gun by sucking him off.

Roys’ shoulders dropped, releasing a tension that actually smoothed the natural discomfort of his face. Then he raised the commlink to ask, “Iylene, did you receive my missed calls?”

“I did.”

“Good.”

I would have snooped, but Zavir turned on the laser, with a far too maniacal laugh, and the ceiling started shaking.