This is a book-length work, so not every chapter will involve sex. If you're just looking for a quick wank, this probably isn't your story.
Thanks for reading!
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Never would I have imagined that Carter Rust would be a cuddler. In my head, he was a love 'em and leave 'em type, though I believed he would always be straightforward about his expectations and what he was offering. He was nothing if not practical. I could see him picking someone up at a bar and going to their place - never his own - to have mind-blowing sex, and then leaving once he'd caught his breath so he could avoid the awkward morning-after conversation. Turns out I was right about the incredible sex part, but the way he held me close in his bed cast doubt upon the rest. And an obnoxious little voice in my head insisted on remarking that the person sneaking out last night had been me.
Sleep claimed me at some point because I woke up to the dimmed lighting the ship defaulted to at "night" - or whatever we decided night was out here in the black. I had a dry mouth, full bladder, empty stomach, and a throbbing stiffness between my legs. I shifted a little, trying to get into position to slip out of bed without waking Rusty; movement beside me let me know it was wasted effort.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly, rubbing gentle circles on my shoulder with his thumb.
Yeah, just - " I gestured toward the foot of the bed. I had meant to indicate the toilet cubical in that direction, but Rusty's attention was captured by the tented sheet at my groin. He leaned down and took me in his mouth and, for just an instant as I was enveloped by that hot wetness, I was afraid I would let go and reward his efforts with a mouthful of piss. Thankfully the moment passed and I was able to enjoy the sensations he was sending through my body with his mouth and tongue. The pressure in my bladder distracted me, though, and the amount of concentration it pulled kept me going far longer than I otherwise would have. Rusty seemed to be enjoying himself as well, so I tried not to worry about it.
My hips had started lifting to meet him despite my attempts to stay still when a hand grabbed my balls and tugged. I whimpered and grabbed fistfuls of the sheet. Rusty dipped his head until his nose and lips were against my body, my cock buried deep in his throat. He swallowed, using his throat muscles to massage my swollen flesh, and tugged again, harder this time. I suddenly forgot every letter other than "O," so I repeated that one again and again as my balls tightened and I exploded in his mouth. Groaning, Rusty swallowed everything I gave him, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me in place. I floated in bliss, connected to my body with the lightest of tethers, an umbilicus through which I was fed continuous pleasure as the engineer licked me clean. My brain conjured the image of an ice cream cone and I was immediately jerked back to myself, my stomach giving a loud protest at having its needs ignored for so long.
Head on my thigh, Rusty grinned up at me. "Guess we shouldn't make it a habit to skip dinner." Another growl from my belly signaled its agreement. "I'll see what I can find. Be right back." I watched, dazed, as he covered himself with a hand and stuck his head out the door, looking up and down the hallway. Presumably the coast was clear because he stepped out, the door closing behind him. As surprised as I was by my engineer deciding to raid the galley naked, other issues demanded my attention. I was just crawling back into bed when the door opened and Rusty reappeared, breathless with laughter.
After handing me a sandwich and a bottle of water, he leaned against the wall and took a long drink from his own bottle. "Thirsty work, that," he joked, nodding towards my lower half. I didn't waste energy replying, too busy devouring my food to care about much else. It wasn't until I was washing the last bite down with my remaining water that I realized he hadn't gotten food for himself.
"Weren't you hungry?" He simply raised an eyebrow at me and waited. It took me a second to understand his meaning and I cursed the heat I could feel rising up my neck and into my face.
"Plus I almost got caught, so I decided feeding my captain took priority." My eyes widened, imagining another member of the crew walking in on a very big, very nude spacer fixing a sandwich. The mental image made me laugh. "Yeah, it's not so funny when it's your ass in the wind," he said, smiling. He finished his water and used the facilities, then lay on his back and held out an arm. Accepting the invitation, I snuggled up close to his side, my head pillowed on his shoulder. I heard his jaw crack twice as he yawned and closed his eyes. I followed suit, my fingers tracing light circles on his stomach. Rusty was running his fingertips up and down my arm and I realized I couldn't remember the last time I had been so completely comfortable. The lingering traces of my post-orgasm glow allowed me to relax against him, my heavy body dragging me back down into sleep. Belatedly, I remembered that he had gotten me off and I'd neglected returned the favor, but I was unconscious before I could think to do anything about it.
Again I awoke, discovering that we had changed positions. Rusty lay on his stomach with his back tilted towards me, his head facing the wall. The sheet was tangled around me, so either I had stolen it or he had kicked it off and I'd claimed it; regardless of how it happened, he was left naked and exposed to my gaze. My eyes traced the shape of him, taking pleasure in just being able to look. A dark tattoo climbed his right arm, extending over his shoulder and up to the base of his neck. Below that were the scars. Horror twisted my gut as I tallied the suffering this man had endured from these marks alone. An evenly spaced line of perfectly round burns marched across his pale skin just below his shoulder blades, perpendicular to the spine. The cruelty displayed by inflicting such precise injury was rivaled only by the savagery evident in a long, curving slash that began below his right armpit and inscribed a sloping arc across the back of his ribs before making an abrupt turn to cross his spine at a diagonal. Scattered around these were the more typical scars that happened when you fought for a living.
When I focused on the whole, however, there was no denying the beauty and power in his form. Columns of muscle framed his backbone and wide shoulders tapered smoothly down to his waist. The way he was lying, the curve of his ass rose invitingly, and I found myself wanting to explore the mysteries of that shadowed cleft.
That was new.
Over the last cycles, as my profile had risen in the industry, my sexual encounters had become mostly obligatory. It was an unstated aspect of fame culture - provide access to gain access. If you couldn't give the stars an entry point for additional money or power, you had to offer what you did have. I doubted the majority of the men and women who had been my partners were all that excited about it, either. That you had bedded one of the most desired pieces of ass in the galaxy - and my PR firm had never explained how they pulled off getting me
that
label - was more important than the sex itself. Two (or more) uninspired persons in bed does not fireworks make.
Thus, for the first time in recent history, I was in bed with a person
I
wanted. It was intoxicating. As my desires shook off their mothballs, I was discovering new aspects of my sexuality, such as the fact that I found myself ready to dive face-first into Rusty's gorgeous ass. Managing to restrain myself, I instead trailed my fingers lightly along the shallow dip of his spine. When I reached the base, I shifted to follow the muscular curve of his ass up and around to where it met the top of his leg. He moaned softly and parted his legs a bit more. Barely skimming the surface of the pale skin, I touched the sparse dusting of curls his movement had revealed, savoring my explorations. Rusty gave a stronger moan when I dragged my fingers up through his cleft, twitching as they passed across the puckered flesh hidden within.
His encouragement crumbled the last of my inhibitions and my tongue followed the trail my fingers had blazed. "Matt." He breathed my name softly, almost a sigh, and desire washed through me. With light, teasing licks, I focused on the area around his hole, asking him to open for me. After a time, he was whimpering and pushing back toward me, trying to prolong the contact. I pulled away and roughly massaged the globes of his ass, squeezing and pushing, leaving his asshole exposed for my planned assault. Without warning, I plunged my stiffened tongue into him. "Oh, fuck!" he cried and pushed back hard against my face. Fingers digging into his flesh, I shoved his hips down against the bed and began licking and sucking with abandon.
I lost all sense of time, completely absorbed with eating Rusty's ass. He was incredibly vocal on the receiving end, allowing me to easily learn what he liked. His hips rocked under me as I pressed my face tightly against him and swirled my tongue deep inside. "Oh, fuck, Matt. You're going to make me come." I made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a growl and redoubled my efforts. Moments later, he gave a strangled cry and his channel pulsed, clutching at me. With an explosive gasp, I rolled to the side and jerked my cock, quickly joining him in release.
