Page 30 of Keeping Freya
T’Rak’s room is the closest one to the Command Center doors, and I hear movement when I enter the hallway.
“T’Rak?” I call out, but he doesn’t answer. I knock on the door, still no answer, but the movement stills. “T’Rak?” I call again, knocking a bit harder.
Grunting, he opens the door. “What?” He looks like I’ve disturbed him somehow, and I want to give him a piece of my mind for speaking to me like that, but my breath hitches, and I seem to have lost my ability to speak, because in front of me is nothing but muscles and dark gray skin covered in tattoos. I swallow, and my gaze travels down to where soft pants are hanging low on his hips, their drawstring untied, and it appears as though they are only kept in place by his raging hard-on.
“I… uh…” I lick my lips, staring at his cock tenting his pants. I reach out to touch him, the food forgotten, replaced by atotally different hunger. I hesitate just before my hand reaches his pants.
“Can I…” I begin as I look up.
“Yes,” he groans, grabbing the doorframe with his right hand, steadying himself.
I trace the outline of his cock, and he twitches, a dark spot appearing in his pants. “Am I the first woman to touch your cock?” My fingers trace him lightly, and he groans, giving me the answer I searched for. He balls his fist and reaches up to hold on to the top of the frame; I give him an approving nod.
“I like you like this,” I whisper. “Under my control, giving me free access to your body.” My hands are on his chest now, and I trace the lines of his tattoos. They cover his entire chest, shoulders, and upper arms. Intricate swirls, like tribal tattoos back on Earth. He shudders under my touch, giving me the courage to continue my exploration. His long braid hangs down his back. I raise to the tips of my toes and curl my arms around his neck to caress the loose strands at his neck.
“So soft…” I release him and caress his shoulders. “So strong…” I bow my hands and press my nails into his skin. A low rumble sounds as I draw a line with my fingertips down his body. All the way down, over his tight abs, until I reach that taunting drawstring.
“Fr’Ya,” he groans. I look up; his eyelids are drooping, eyes glazed over with lust.
“Touch me,” he begs.
A hiss escapes his lips as I roughly cup his dick through his pants. “Like this?” I flutter my eyelids, and a tortured sound leaves his lips. Smirking, I tug at the drawstring before I slide my hand down his pants, and I meet the soft skin of his hard-as-nails cock.
I close my eyes and breathe in deeply. Focusing on the feel of his body next to mine. His scent. With tiny touches,I explore his cock. His ridges move under me. It feels strange, but when they caress the sensitive skin of my hand, I shiver. Okay, I can get used to this. I take him in my hand and stroke him. All the way up, all the way down. Smearing his leaking pre-cum all over his cock. I softly stroke his balls when I reach his base, and he starts to tremble.
“Are you okay, captain?”
He groans. “I do not think I can last very long, with you touching me like this, Fr’Ya.”
“Better lose the pants then,” I hum, letting go of his cock to pull down his pants.
Now that I can see what I’m doing, it’s actually even more fun! I gently stroke his cock, watching him squirm.
“Fr’Ya, I am going to cum…” he says through gritted teeth.
“That’s the idea, big guy.”
He erupts immediately, spilling his seed all over my hand and our bodies. He curses, and I smile triumphantly. When he stops twitching, I bring one of my fingers to my mouth and suck it dry as I maintain eye contact with him.
He curses, and his retracted dick is hard again. He gives me a wild, sexy look. “Can I touch you now?”
I hesitate. Lust clouds my brain, but I’m also very aware of what he will find when he touches me, and I’m not there yet.
“I… I’m sorry…” My voice is laced with grief and heavy with sorrow. “I want you to touch me, I’m just not ready.”
He cups my cheek and wipes the tears away. “I just want you to be happy. I would love to pleasure you, but do not ever feel sorry for taking your time. You set the pace, Fr’Ya.”
I swallow, and more tears form in my eyes, but he gently interrupts.
“You should clean up,” he suggests.
I smile. “I think we both need some clean-up.” He steps back and gestures at me to come inside.
“There’s a sonic shower here. I will get you some clean clothes and prepare dinner.”
“I made dinner,” I confess. “That’s why I came to find you.”
With a grunt, he pulls me in by my clean hand and leads me towards the shower. He hands me a cloth and takes one for himself as well.
