Page 80 of Chosen By Swift

“Try it,” he urged. “If you don’t like it, we’ll do it the usual way.”

She bit her lower lip and then hesitantly moved. He placed his hands on her hips and helped guide her into place on top of him. She hovered above him, too far for him to reach her comfortably. Still gripping her hips, he yanked her pussy right down onto his mouth. She yelped and tried to wiggle away, but he held tight and licked. She hissed, and he could feel her toes curling into his sides. She was so tense, as if terrified to move, so he did what she liked best to try and get her to relax.

He used his flattened tongue to lap at her clit with broad strokes. She whimpered and tentatively rocked her hips. He kept using the same strokes, gentle and slow the way he had learned she enjoyed in the beginning, and reveled in the feel of her thick thighs on either side of his head and the taste of her filling his mouth. She was so wet tonight, and he couldn’t get enough of her.

His cock ached and throbbed, trapped inside his pants as he enthusiastically feasted on his woman. There was no way to assuage that discomfort with both of his hands busy cradling her bottom and caressing her lower back. Not that he deserved any sort of touch right now. Not after what he had done to Alys. Not after the way he had betrayed her trust. He needed to suffer—and suffer he would.

Alys shifted on top of him, putting more weight on her knees and angling her vulva against his mouth with more pressure. He smiled against her cunt, certain she had finally given in to the wicked, wanton urges that gripped her. She had discovered what was so good about this position. She had discovered that she had control and could take what she wanted from him. She was using him for her own pleasure, and he was thrilled to be her love slave.

When she grew close to her climax, she surprised him by lifting away completely and depriving herself of the stimulation she needed to come. He grinned at the way she had taken control and kissed her inner thighs until she pressed her pussy back against his mouth, silently commanding him to lick. He did what she wanted, lapping and suckling every now and then to make her cry out and rock harder against his face.

This time, she didn’t hold off her impending climax. She ground her sex against him, coming with a strangled cry. Her thighs tensed around his ears, and she shuddered on top of him. Her clit pulsed against his tongue, and he sucked hard, making her scream with pleasure and shock. She moaned his name and then pressed herself down again, wanting more of his tongue.

Overwhelmed by this lush goddess riding his face, he gave her what she needed. His tongue moved up and down her slit, dipping into her and then sliding right back up to her pearl. She was so swollen and sensitive that every lick drew a cry from her throat. Still, she stayed right there on her knees, urging him to keep going with her whimpers and moans.

“Swift, I’m—! Swift!”

She screamed. She actually screamed as she lost control and came for the second time. He gripped her ass and went wild between her legs. If he died right now, smothered by his woman, he would go happily and without complaint. His stiff cock pulsed in his pants, his balls drawing up, and he wondered if he was about to come in his pants like a horny teenager who couldn’t control himself yet.

“Oh, please, stop. Stop. I can’t. I can’t.” Shuddering and panting, she fell off of him onto the bed. She had both hands over her face, and her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

He turned toward her and latched onto her breast, grazing his teeth over her nipple. She arched into him, and he slipped his hand between her legs, cupping her sex and finding her sopping wet. He slipped two fingers inside her slick heat, curling them just a bit, and began to thrust in and out of her hot channel. She cried out and lifted her hips as he fucked her with his fingers. “Swift!”

“Do you want me to stop?” He hadn’t touched her clit yet. He kept thrusting in and out, fast and deep. “I’ll stop if you want.”

“No. Don’t stop,” she begged, lowering her hands from her face to grab onto his shoulders. “Don’t stop. Don’t.”

He didn’t. He kept thrusting inside her, stroking and plunging until her breathing pattern changed. Her walls tightened around his fingers, squeezing as she drew closer and closer to the edge. Her thighs stayed open, but he could see her muscles flexing as she chased her orgasm. He wanted to see her let go. He wanted to see her lose control again. He was fixated on her beautiful flushed face and then expression of pure joy she wore.

She gasped suddenly and climaxed, flooding his hand. Head thrown back, she shouted his name and gripped his arm. Her nails dug into his skin, marking him. The flash of pain grounded him, and he gazed upon her face, trying to memorize every detail of this incredible, wonderful woman who had chosen to be with him.

As the waves of pleasure faded, he carefully withdrew and stroked her thigh and belly. She cuddled closer, burying her nose in his neck and wrapping her arms around him. Her frantic breaths slowed, and he kissed her cheek and temple while rubbing her back.

“Swift, that was....” She shook her head. “I don’t even know the word to describe that.”

He smiled against her cheek. “I’m glad you enjoyed yourself.”

“I don’t think enjoyed comes even close.”

Happy she was satisfied, he caressed her back and held her close for a while longer. Certain she was drowsy, he reached for the blanket and used it to tidy up their mess. He carefully extricated himself from her arms and tugged the blanket off the bed. He drew the sheet up to her shoulders and kissed her tenderly before taking the blanket to the hamper.

He washed his face and hands and emerged from the bathroom to find Alys sleeping soundly. He quietly dimmed the lights and slipped out of their bedroom. He found the leftovers from the dinner he had rudely fled and dished out a serving of each delicious dish onto his plate. While it warmed up, he grabbed a glass and filled it with ice and water. Alys thought he was crazy to put ice in his water, but he liked it crisp and cold.

He would never tell his mother, but Alys’ version of the recipe was better. It was more flavorful, and the chicken was so tender and juicy. He ate a second helping and skipped the light dessert she had made to make sure he wasn’t going wildly over his daily caloric intake. As he cleaned up after himself, he silently swore he would never let Alys cook that dish for his mother. The last thing he wanted was for the two women who were most important to him to have a spat over who cooked it better.

He wasn’t tired yet so he walked into his office, leaving the door open so he could hear Alys if she woke. He sat at his desk and opened the digital message folder that showed numerous new alerts. Most of the unsecured messages were briefings or notices about upcoming events for mated couples and families including baby and parenting classes. It hadn’t occurred to him that there would be classes for raising children, but it made sense. Most of the men on this ship hadn’t been around a baby or young child since they were taken from their mothers and sent to the Academy. Children weren’t like adults. They needed much more patience and care.

What if I fail?

The terrifying thought struck him cold. What if he wasn’t a good father? What if he was like his own father? Mean, short-tempered, quick to lash out? He grimaced at the thought and decided he would take every single parenting class offered. Alys was a natural and had all the skills to be an incredible mother. He didn’t want to disappoint her as a partner in parenthood.

He continued through the unsecured messages and then entered his biometric data to access his secured file. A Shadow Force forensic report stated the data from the hardware and software recovered from the latest mission matched the hidden codes found on other sabotaged ships. The programs had been installed by someone on theValiant.

Swift experienced a nauseating wave of discomfort. Twice now, he had been on ships that were compromised. Twice, he could have died from sabotage. If it happened a third time, would he be so lucky again?

Another disconcerting thought struck him. What if he was a target? It seemed strange that two missions he had flown would be sabotaged. Was the stowaway from the rescue mission after him? Had he crossed the wrong man?

What if it’s not me?

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