Page 63 of Savage Union

I nibbled my lower lip.

“You mean…whenever I get, er, thirsty, I can just…”

“Help yourself like you did just now?” He raised an eyebrow at me and rumbled laughter when I nodded. “Yeah, you can do that. Help yourself,” he told me.

“Thank you.” I wished I could crawl into his arms and hug him and be held by him. I wanted to feel his big body pressed against mine with nothing between us.

But then I reminded myself that I didn’t have my compression tank on—he would feel my breasts if I rubbed against him. So I contented myself by kissing his shaft as I looked up at him.

His bronze eyes went soft as he looked back at me.

“Gods, little one—what am I going to do with you?”

“Just let me navigate the ship,” I said honestly. “And…” I felt my cheeks get hot. “And let me suck you.”

“As often as you want to,” he assured me.

I bit my lip.

“And…the ship’s code of conduct?”

He sighed.

“We’re going to have to let it slide, just this once. I’ve heard that Catamites can get sick if they don’t get what they need.”

“Really?” I asked, surprised.

He nodded.

“I can’t have you getting sick on me—who would navigate the ship? I can’t trust Gurflug anymore—and besides, I’d rather have you steering The Illyrian.”

“Thank you,” I said, touched by his trust in me. “That means a lot to me, Captain.”

“You mean a lot to me, too,” he murmured and a troubled look came over his face. “Much more than I ever dreamed possible when I hired you.”

“Do…you regret hiring me?” I asked hesitantly.

“No, of course not.” He stroked my cheek again. “Why don’t you come up here and get some sleep,” he added, patting the pillow where my head had been. “Unless, you need more?” He raised an eyebrow at me inquiringly.

“Oh, uh, no—not right now.” I felt my cheeks getting warm with a blush. “But probably later,” I admitted.

“That’s fine. Lights sleep mode,” he called to the room at large. The bedroom was plunged into shadows again and he murmured. “Come here, little one.”

I wiggled my way back up to the head of the bed and carefully put my back to him. Turk didn’t seem to mind. He spooned me, curling his big body around mine and drawing me close to his chest.

With a contented sigh, he dropped off to sleep again. But though I was tired, I was also hyped up. I was still so hot and bothered from sucking him and being close to him, I was desperate to get some sexual relief.

Slowly, carefully, I slipped my hand down the front of my pajama bottoms and found my pussy. Parting my slick folds, I slipped a single finger in, sliding it around and around my aching clit.

But no matter how many times or ways I touched myself, I couldn’t find a way to make myself come. I was so close—right on the edge—but somehow I couldn’t tip over into orgasm.

It was incredibly frustrating—why couldn’t I come lately?

I didn’t know but at last I had to give up. Closing my eyes, I snuggled back against Turk’s broad chest and did my best to relax and ignore the sexual frustration that was growing steadily inside me.

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