I want to make Straik shudder with just how much he fucking needs me.
Maybe it's another power trip. Don't know, don't care. All I know is that my blood is singing in my veins in this moment, and I feel giddy with how much I'm enjoying this. I decide I'm not going to over-analyze it and just go with the flow. So I slink down his lap, my hands on his thighs, and I pull at the belt of his tunic.
"What are you doing?" Straik's words are husky, tense. As if he's desperate to ask and yet afraid to at the same time.
"I'm going to be naughty," I tell him. "Your safe word is 'needle.' If I do something you don't like, tell me to stop."
His head falls back, his eyes closing, and his hands go white-knuckled on the arms of the chair. "Ruth…"
I just tug on his belt, loosening it, and when it's free, I toss it to the floor. I flip up his tunic, revealing the belt to his trou. Only this man would wear two damn belts. I activate the fastener on the second one, and his pants loosen in my grasp, and I reach inside, freeing his straining cock.
The man has an utterly beautiful cock. It's long and flushed a deep blue-purple, the head of him thick and prominent. Protruding ridges climb up the shaft, leading to the flaring crown. As I gaze at his cock, a bead of pre-cum slides down the head, and my mouth waters at the sight. His spur is thick and protruding, and since the spur is not my favorite equipment on an alien, I ignore it. "Look at you," I coo to Straik. "Such a mouthful."
He shifts his weight, accidentally thrusting into my hand, and his breath stutters. "Ruth…"
"Do you want this filthy human to put her dirty mouth on your cock?" I ask, curling my fingers around his shaft and leaning in to let my breath fan over his skin.
I love the gasp he makes. Straik's eyes widen as he gazes down at me, and he clutches the chair arms as if he's going to fall apart if he lets go. "Ruth…you…"
"Yeah, yeah. Don't have to. I know. But maybe…maybe I just want to give you a little kiss?" I lean in and press my lips to the head of his cock. "Maybe two kisses?"
He throws his head back again, panting, and his Adam's apple bobs.
"I want to make you feel good," I purr against his skin, working him with my hand. I give him teasing licks on the head of his cock. "I like how you react when I touch you. Is it wrong to want more of it? You know your word. I can stop at any time." I press my lips gently to the flare of his cockhead and mouth it.
"Kef," he growls. "Kef, Ruth…I-I don't have a piercing."
Random thing to bring up with my mouth on his cock, but whatever. "I don't care."
"You—no—" He's sweating, the look on his face desperate as he stares at me. Because I know I'm being watched, I give his cock kittenish little tastes with my tongue, and I'm rewarded with his body jerking each time. "No piercing…didn't…think there was need…"
I shrug again. "Okay." I'm still not sure what he's getting at, but I'll ask about it some other time. "Do you want me to stop?" When he shakes his head desperately, I lean in and run my tongue over the head of his cock, wet with the constant drip of pre-cum. His body practically quivers under me, and it makes me want to do more. I give his length a blatant lick with my tongue and then squeeze the base of his cock, pumping him once. His jaw flexes, and I slide my hand up his shaft, and it feels like dragging my hand up an accordion, his ridges are so pronounced. "I don't know if I can fit all of this in my mouth," I murmur to him. "But I'm going to try."
And I take him into my mouth, encasing the head of him with my lips and then sliding him deeper across my tongue.
The moment I do, his hands fly off the chair and touch my head once. "Too much, Ruth," he groans. "Too much. You—I can't—!"
Then he comes, flooding my mouth with his release.
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STRAIK
I hang my head backward, wanting the floor to turn into a black hole and just suck me out of this universe. Embarrassment washes over me. With one hand, I rub my face, eyes closed.
The one time I can't keffing stay in control.
It's mortifying. Ruth is going to think the worst of me. Already bad enough that she sees I don't have a piercing. Why not just open the comm channels and scream to the entire station that I don't have past lovers? Get it all over with. "Ruth. I'm sorry."