Page 16 of Captain's Companion

“Ulrik,” she murmured.

“Hmmm,” he said dropping slow quick kisses on her eyes, nose, forehead.

“There are people coming,” she said.

He heard them, wanted to bellow at them to get away. Taking a deep breath, he stepped back.

Gwyn looked at his pants, if possible, his cock seemed even bigger and harder. “That thing has a life of its own,” she said giggling a little.

“That thing wants to be buried in you,” he said looking at his cock. There was no hiding it.

“Untuck your shirt,” she said reaching for him.

“I don’t,” he said sighing when she touched him again. She tugged his shirt out. It hung low enough to disguise some of his erection.

“Captain,” Gwyn said. “You can be buried in me sooner if you stop kissing me here and take me back to your quarters.”

“Your clothes may not survive,” he said taking her hand as they continued on their way.

“This lift,” she said as they approached one of the lifts. “This is the one we took, right?”

“No,” he said. “This one goes down to engineering.”

“You brought me a different way,” she said shaking her head. “Why?”

“Fewer people,” he growled guiding her around another corner to a different lift. “This one goes to our level.”

Once the door slid closed, Ulrik pressed her against the wall. “It’s gonna get bigger,” she teased.

“It’s you,” he said. “It’s all for you.”

Rubbing her hand against his giant erection, she said, “Maybe it will get too big to fit in me.”

“Never,” he said.

Slowly she slid the zipper down. “Can you hold the lift,” she asked. Her fingers stroked the length of him. “Or be really quick?”

“You don’t want public,” he barely got the words out.

“I don’t want to be naked in public,” she said. “I want to ease some of your discomfort.”

“Lift, hold,” he said. It stopped between floors. “You’ve got five minutes before alarms start going off.”

“Let’s see if I can make you go off,” she pushed aside his pants. His engorged cock popped free. “You’re making this a challenge.”

“Gwyn, my… oh yes,” he garbled his words as her mouth touched his cock.

“No holding back,” she said before she licked from the base of his cock to the top. Her red tongue slipped across the tip of his cock. She wiped a bead of fluid off it with her finger, licked her finger, closed her eyes, and hummed.

“Oh my,” he growled.

She slipped down from the top of his cock. He was so engorged, she barely got her mouth around him. Sliding down, she felt him hit the back of her throat. Using her hands, she gripped the part she couldn’t get into her mouth.

She looked up to see him with his eyes closed. His hands on her head, he muttered some garbled words. Up and down, she took him in, going deeper each time.

He clenched his hands in her hair. She raised up. “You let go,” she demanded. “You’ll be ready for me to do this again when we get back to your quarters. You let go and let me pleasure you.”

“Gwyn,” he said, his voice husky and full of need.

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