CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

 

 

- Brittney

It isn’t until Brock and I are back on the Discovery and in our own bathroom undressing that Brock finally says something. “I know.” Still covered in the Marel blood with his hair flicking wildly around his head, he couldn’t look more alien.

I’m clumsily unbuttoning my shirt as my fingers tremble, but I’ve had plenty of time to think about this in the last few hours. I don’t regret it. The Marel would’ve killed all of us if they had the chance.

Peering up at him, I tried to express that. “I didn’t want anyone else to have to go through what you did, Brock. Did you?”

Bending to remove his boots, he doesn’t answer until he looks up at me. “Of course not.”

His gaze fixates on my bra as I tried to explain more. “I can feel your guilt. Your disgust and self-loathing for what you did there on their spaceship. You felt horrible when you came back to yourself and realized not only did you fuck me in front of your best friend and who knows who else was monitoring us, but you killed a whole bunch of sentient living beings.”

Drawing my pants down my legs, I step out of them and meet his gaze again. “I want you to realize I accept you. All of you. The kind, loving…” I reach up and tug his jumpsuit down over his shoulders, peeling it down his sweaty body. “… And killing machine parts of you. You’re my mate, and I’m the perfect match for you. When I saw that I could sabotage their stasis chambers, I didn’t hesitate. They all deserve to die. If not, they’ll just keep coming…”

Cocking his head to the side, he watches me for long seconds as I unhooked my bra and let it slide down my arms and hit the floor. “You’re so beautiful.”

Encouraged that he understands and doesn’t think I’m a crazy murdering bitch, I shove my underwear down my hips, exposing myself to him completely. I want him to understand I’m all in. Totally with him. Whatever it takes.

Brock steps closer and reaches around to run his fingertips down my back, shooting tingling awareness through my mating marks. He looks down at my bared breasts, a soft, moaning noise coming from his parted lips. He’s so different from any other man I’ve ever known. Everything about him is better, including the way he affects me.

He caresses my hips while stepping out of his jumpsuit and kicking in behind. “You should never wear clothing.”

My lips tipped up into a knowing smirk. “Neither should you.”

“Let’s get into the spray before I take you again.” Shaking his head, his hand guides me into the water which feels wonderful. “I can’t believe we had sex like that on the ship… With their blood all over us…”

As his voice trails off, I cut in. “Easiest way to bring you back to me, I guess.” Laughing I reach my hands up around his neck, locking my fingers together to tug him down. “Kiss me. Please.”

His soft lips brush mine, but that changes rapidly. When he deepens the kiss, I meet his passion with my own. Pinning me against the wall of the shower, his weight presses his hard cock against my hip, bumping my thighs and letting me know exactly what he wants.

Spreading my legs, I make room for him to settle between them as he tugs me up the wall. Breaking the kiss, his eyes bore into mine. “Thank you for coming for me.”

Emotion makes my voice tight as I answer, “Anytime.”

He surprises me when he moves away suddenly, pulling out a small piece of material. All business now, he scrubs both our bodies with precision. His quick movements have me giggling more than once, asking, “What’s the rush?”

A low growl is my only answer as he swoops me up and carries me to the bed. I end up sprawled on top of him as he collapses on his back with his arms still around me. Trying to scoot down a little, I bump against his stiff cock. His hands grip my rib cage as he bends his own legs behind me and pushes me back to lean against them.

Cupping my breasts, I close my eyes at the sensation his talented fingers evoke. As he kneads and tugs, I bite my lip enjoying his caresses. “You’re so damn beautiful and soft.”

Bracing my knees on the mattress, I try to lift my wet pussy away from his lower belly. The arousing ache between my legs is begging to be satisfied. He’s making me all hot and bothered, but he doesn’t let me go.

Releasing one of my breasts, he grabs my hip instead and pulls me down again. When our eyes meet he demands, “Stay where you are.” Bending his knees a little higher, he traps me where I’m sitting with his thighs pressed against my ass.

His hard cock is trapped between us, and there’s no missing the thick, hard rod. Rolling his hips, he rubs my clit against him. “What are you doing?” Bracing my hands on his chest, I try to figure out what to cling to. But this is new.

“I love watching your face.”

Blushing, I break eye contact and stare at his mating marks that have lit up in a colorful display over his well-defined abs as they begin to flex. Slowly rocking his hips, I stay pinned to his lap on top of him by his clamped fingers on my nipples. The aching builds, teasing me with what it’ll feel like if his cock was inside me. My slick folds are parted and manipulated as he clearly intends.

Releasing one of my nipples, he slides his thumb between us, tracing my slit and playing with my wet arousal, dripping into me slowly. “So beautiful,” His strained voice declares.

“Brock!” I want him inside me so bad.

“Not yet. I want you too much right now. I need you to come for me first so you’re prepared.”

For what? Him? I’m already wet and ready to have sex. Brock continues to play with my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. Closing my eyes, I savor the sharp jolts of pleasure that make my pussy clench involuntarily.

His cock feels harder and harder as it rubs against me, and the muscles in his thighs press tight against me as he rolls his hips. The slow rocking rhythm is driving me insane.

I want him more than I’ve ever wanted anything. Or anyone. The intense, sexy, smoldering look seems to sear me to my soul as his thumb continues to circle my clit. The tight, consistent flicking is driving me wild. Panting, I moan above him, fighting the urge to rake my nails across his beautiful mating marks that are bright with passionate orange and red.

“Please, Brock.” Rolling my head back, I begin to plead without thinking.

His answering groan is followed by, “Fuck! I can’t ever say no to you.” As he jerks his hand away from my clit, the intense torment stops while his legs drop away from my back. Sitting up, I almost fall backwards now that he’s not supporting me.

His other hand releases my breast as he assures me, “I’ll try to be gentle, but the urges I’m fighting…”

Grasping his face, I lean forward into him as he rolls us on to our side. “Don’t worry. I totally trust you.”

He’s already climbing to his knees as he bends forward to grasp both of my hands. “I’m not sure that’s the best thing right now.” He mutters as he flips me over onto my stomach like I’m a pillow and weigh nothing. “On your hands and knees now,” he orders.

Chills shoot up and down my spine at his demanding words. I push up immediately, ready and willing to do whatever he wants. I need him to fuck me — and soon.

I expect him to climb over me, pinning me beneath him. I’m surprised when Brock grabs my inner thighs and presses them apart, encouraging me to spread. As I shift my legs for him, he sits back on his own knees.

His hands travel between my open legs to flatten against my lower belly, yanking me backward and lifting me off my knees. My chest drops to the bed as I gasp when my arms collapse. All of a sudden, the thick crown of his cock presses against my dripping pussy and he slides inside abruptly.

I cry out — not from pain – but from ecstasy as my muscles stretched to accommodate his girth. Freezing, he asks, “Alright?” I can only nod as his hands under me lift and tug me toward him over his bent thighs. Spreading both our legs further apart, he bends over me, settling his chest on my back.

His hips begin to jackhammer inside me, deep and hard while one hand grips my hip to keep me from sliding forward. I claw at the sheets as I try to get my bearings. His other hand is still beneath me, stroking my clit. With every powerful thrust of his dick, he flicks the sensitive bud.

Burying my face against the bed, I suppress my moans as he increases the pace. I don’t want him to think he’s hurting me. It feels so incredible, and right at this moment, I desperately need it.

It’s just so good and yet so painful. My channel clenches around him in anticipation of an orgasm to top all orgasms. The other muscles in my body are tightening as well as Brock fuck me even faster. For the first time, the mattress we use begins to bang loudly against the wall.

I don’t even care! Turning my head, I can see his hair dancing around us as he bangs me into the bed. Every thrust feels so good.

“Fucking killing me, Brittney.” Brock’s groans punctuate each thrust as I feel him get impossibly harder.

I’d like to say the same, but the room explodes around as I start to come. Wave after wave of my orgasm rips through me as I scream. Jerking his hand from between us, Brock grabs both my hips, sinking inside me as deep as he can get. He jerks with such force that we collapse to the mattress while he calls my name loudly.

I can feel his dick pulsing inside me as it matches my heartbeat. Slowing the deep grinding as his climax tapers off, his grip eases as he shifts his weight back. I’m still pinned beneath him as his breathing slows. Long moments later, I begin to giggle as my euphoric high settles.

“I love the way you make me feel, Brittney.” His raspy voice is breathless as he tries to make sure I’m okay. “Was I too rough?”

Shaking my head, I stretch my arms out straight to the side, still lacking the energy to even try to get up. “I love all of it,” I assure him. As I twist to peer over my shoulder, he brushes a kiss along the mating marks at the top of my shoulder before working a line of kisses onto my back until I can no longer see him… only feel.

His large hands are gentle as he explores the lines around my spine. “I did, too. We’re going to have to try a lot of different things when I have more control.” He stops running his fingers along my mating marks as he wraps an arm around my waist to stroke my lower belly.

I whimper when he slips his fingers over my clit, continuing to caress me there. My muscles clench around his length and Brock’s own answering groan sounds pained. “I need to fuck you again already.” His words don’t surprise me at all. He still feels hard as a rock inside me, and as his hips jerk, he almost withdraws before driving deep inside me again.

I can tell he has more than two fingers on my clit now as he captures it and tugs lightly. “Oh, Brock. Yes! That’s perfect.”