Sex or Suffer [Dark Colony 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (10 page)

He nudged her with his hips and his cock shifted within her channel. “Right again. You aren’t a stranger. Not anymore.” Gray slid a flattened hand from her shoulder to the base of her spine, crossing her back tenderly and massaging the muscles along the way. “I’m Gray Wyckoff, by the way.”

“I know. I recognized your voice.”

“Tell me what’s going on, Dr. Drake.”

“Penelope,” she whispered with decided melancholy in her tone. “You can call me Penelope.”

Gray softened his sarcastic attitude with the distinct sadness he heard in her tone. He didn’t need to be a prick about this. There was obviously something at work here. He should find out what. “If it’s a matter of security, Penelope, I promise I won’t tell anyone.”

“Not global security or anything. Just my security. Or rather my privacy over something…” She trailed off as if thinking over the careful wording of what she’d reveal. Again she sighed and then continued in a controlled soft voice, “Ever heard of the SOS virus?”

“No. What is it?”

“It’s a barbaric manufactured bio-weapon used to render the females of any warring humanoid opponent into the incapacity of unbearable pain until they have sex and a man ejaculates inside of them thereby delivering temporary relief of the symptoms.”

Holy fuck.
Fifteen questions bombarded his skull at once vying for attention as to the previously unheard of virus. “How temporary is the relief of sex?”

“I’m not sure. It’s different for each individual female. The only two patients I treated had a recovery period of two to three hours between incidents.”

“My next obvious question is whether it’s contagious.”

“No. The female must be exposed to the virus in its liquid form.”

“Are you certain?”

“Yes. It’s like radiation poisoning. Once exposed, the female has it until she’s cured. I can’t spread it to other women…or men.”

“Where is the cure?”

“The Parsec Colony. That’s why I’m in such a hot, damn hurry to get there.” She shifted as if the mere mention of the trip agitated her. “Please let me up.”

“Do you promise not to run?”

She expelled a deep sigh. “Where would I go?”

“Good point.” He rolled her onto her back, extracted his firm shaft from her exquisitely tight body and lifted up off the bed to stand beside it.

He glanced at her beautiful nude body and then shifted his gaze away and asked, “So how does it work, this virus? What triggers it?”

She scrambled quickly off his bed, searched the floor a moment and retrieved her skimpy panties. “The virus works with my olfactory system. The average female is at some level attracted to approximately one out of four men. The scent of attraction spurs the virus. However, I can’t tell by just looking which men I need to avoid.”

Gray didn’t mention it out loud, but secretly reveled in the fact he was in the class of the one in four meeting the criteria for
her
attraction.

Instead he asked, “How were you exposed?”

Covering her lovely breasts with one arm she continued looking around his dark room likely for her shirt. He saw it draped on his dresser, retrieved it and handed the soft garment to her.

Slipping the thin garment over her head, she shrugged. “I don’t know. I work in a science lab. It’s possible I was contaminated by accident.” Her gaze narrowed and went over his shoulder away from his stare as if contemplating all the ramifications involved in an accident of that magnitude.

“But you don’t believe that, do you?” Her entire angry posture and accompanying frown suggested she’d been surprised by this turn of events with regard to the virus. She likely hadn’t done anything to precipitate this travesty into her careful scientific world. He didn’t blame her for her attitude and silently cursed his initial assessment of her “difficult” personality. Likely he wouldn’t have been as kind given the same circumstances.

“No. It is a very rare substance. I didn’t even know it existed two days ago. I did a little research after one of two victims showed up on Bravura from a remote mining colony with the disease. And then after I used the last of two doses of ‘supposed’ cure, suddenly I contract it? I think someone did this to me. But I didn’t stick around long enough to discover who had done it, compile a list of possible contenders or determine why they would do something so horrific and deplorable to me personally. The truth is…I sort of lost the power of rational thought when I realized I’d been infected. My common sense fled with the panic of just wanting to get a cure.”

“Very understandable. How did you discover you had the virus?”

Her sudden stark furious stare drilled a hole into the deep recesses of his steady gaze and even in the low light he saw her blush.

“How do you think?” She turned away and wrapped a hand beneath each elbow to rub as if a frigid wind had suddenly chilled the very marrow of her bones.

He pushed out a long sigh and said the first inadequate words that came to mind. “I’m sorry.”

“Me too. I accosted this poor man in an alley after picking up food for my dinner break. I can still see his face.” Her head dropped, gaze focused down as if she studied the carpet pattern on his floor. Loosening her arms from across her torso, she ran a hand down from her forehead to chin as if to wipe away the memory of her appalling discovery.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated what was in fact a useless unhelpful statement.

“I can’t even believe the lengths I’ve gone to escape without anyone finding out what happened to me. I’m probably out of a job once I get back to Bravura, if they haven’t already fired me for job abandonment. I dumped a surprise leave request on my supervisor’s desk without waiting for approval and ran out with a tank of air and the limited contents of my work locker.” Her chin dropped toward her chest and her arms wrapped around her torso again as if in utter defeat.

“If it helps or is any consolation, I swear I won’t tell anyone, Penelope. No one else on this ship needs to know. The important thing is to get to the Parsec Colony and secure the medication you need, right?”

She twisted to face him, her face a mask of skeptical doubt. “I appreciate that, but right now, I’d really like to know why the seal of my room failed and brought me to you in the first place.”

Good question.
“I’ll find out.”

“Was it because of the blackout?”

“What blackout?”

“Everything went dark in my quarters a little while ago and then the power snapped back on. I thought I might have dreamed it. But somehow the seal of my room broke and allowed me to smell you in here.” Her gaze averted again. The blush remained.

“I’m afraid I slept through the blackout. My crew should have informed me, but I’ll look into it.”

“I guess it’s a good thing you were in here or I’d have wandered the ship until I found someone. That likely would have been much more embarrassing.” She turned towards the door, her body seemingly stiff with displeasure. “I’m going back to my room. I’ll lock my door and re-do the sterilization process again.”

Gray watched her stilted walk across the room and realized something had been bothering him greatly since the amazing interlude in his bunk. He’d never brought a woman to his ship for sexual frolicking and from this day forward he knew he’d never get into his bunk without remembering this exquisite experience.

They’d had what he considered spectacular sex, but now he wondered if she’d had an orgasm. The thought of leaving a woman stiff and unsatisfied put a queasy feeling in his belly. She might tell him to go to hell, but he dearly wanted to give her some gratification if she’d gone without. She certainly deserved it for what she currently endured.

“Wait. There’s something else I need to know.”

She paused and gave him a mournful look over one slim shoulder as if she expected him to ask about something worse. “What?”

He pointed his thumb to the rumpled bed. “That was likely the best sexual experience I’ve ever had. But I get the distinct sense it wasn’t the best for you. Not even close. And I’d like to remedy that, if you’ll let me.”

Her lovely brows drew close in puzzlement. “What are you going to do?”

“I want to make you come.”

She blinked slowly as if his words hadn’t computed before she shook her head a little. “That isn’t necessary.” But she didn’t turn away, and the blush had returned as if she contemplated the possibility of an orgasm. Her gaze wandered from his face down his body stopping briefly at his cock. A rush of red infused her cheeks, and she sent her gaze to the floor.

Gray took three easy steps towards her still-as-a-statue stance and slid a hand across her shoulders. “Maybe it will make you feel better. Let me relax you. Please.” He squeezed one knotted shoulder muscle and then the other without any protest. He slid his free arm around her waist. She remained still and rigid, but didn’t prevent him from hugging her.

Pressing his lips to her temple, he pulled her body into his. She still didn’t stop him so he placed a soft kiss on one cheek. One hand slipped across her shoulder blade to cup and massage her neck, and the other fastened to the base of her spine and massaged there. Her chin tilted upwards and he took advantage of the movement to plant a delicate kiss on her lips. And then another. She didn’t resist, so he kissed her again.

With the third whisper caress of his lips across her mouth she responded. Tentatively, her tongue licked the seam of his lips and a bolt of lust streamed through his veins at the prospect of further intimacy. This time he’d go slowly. This time he’d make her climax. He needed to please her. He parted his lips and allowed her hesitant entry.

Softly, she searched his mouth and touched his tongue. Carefully, so as not to scare her off, he curled his tongue around hers very gently as he pulled her into a tighter embrace. A moan escaped from her a few seconds later, and she sent her arms around his torso for a gripping hug.

The kiss escalated, and he cautiously slid his tongue into her mouth only to have her tangle aggressively with him. She tasted like heaven.

Gray twisted his mouth over hers and deepened an already volcanic kiss to an even higher level. She pushed her hips against his, and he danced them backwards slowly to his bed hoping she wouldn’t stop him in his quest to satisfy her. Repeatedly, if she’d allow it.

His legs brushed the edge of his bunk and bent to pick her up in his arms without breaking the scorching kiss. She didn’t resist or stop kissing him when he carefully deposited her on his bed and followed her down to cover her with his body.

One hand found its way to her breast where he kneaded the soft flesh and thumbed her nipple until it swelled and peaked. She moaned and pushed her breast into his hand so he flicked a nail across the tip. Breaking the succulent kiss, he trailed his lips to her protruding nipple and tugged it between his lips through the thin scrap of fabric covering it.

She hissed a breath between her lips and murmured, “So good.”

Gray pushed his hand beneath her camisole and broke the seal of his lips to shove the skimpy fabric out of his way, reveal her breasts and taste her skin. In the low light, her dusky rose areolas greeted him with firm nipples begging to be sucked.

Clamping his mouth around her nipple, he slid a hand along her belly and dove between her legs to find her clit. Her underwear wasn’t substantial enough to deter him. He niggled his way between the edge of her saturated panties and homed in on his target. This time she didn’t thrust his hand away. She writhed and a little shriek of what he dearly hoped was pleasure escaped when he stroked her clit and nibbled the tip of her breast at the same time. The sound was music to his ears.

Wanting to delve deeper into the folds of her pussy, he pulled the scrap of her panties off. She lifted her hips to help him remove the sodden fabric.

Once he had easier access, he slid a finger between her pussy lips and inched it slowly into her body discovering she was very wet. Inserting another finger to join the first, Gray pushed his thumb against her clit and circled it once. She moaned, and her hips began a subtle push against his hand in sync with the rhythm of his thrusting fingers.

In and out and circling her clit, Gray stroked her nub with his thumb and thrust his fingers into her hot, slick body. When she started moaning, he released her nipple and kissed a path straight to her mouth. Stabbing his tongue between her lips to collide in a seductive dance, he continued the carnal kiss until he felt her climax exert the first compression around his fingers in pre-release.

He broke the kiss and fastened his gaze on her face to watch her come. She caught his stare with an intense one of her own, but the climax squeezing his fingers apparently wouldn’t be denied. Back arching, she sucked in a deep breath as if surprised the orgasm had caught up with his strokes. Eyes drifting shut, a beautiful smile of satisfaction curved her lips and several deep gasping sighs accompanied the final shudder of her body against his fingers. He stilled his fingers and watched until she finally opened her eyes.

“You’re so beautiful when you come.”

“Am I?” She laughed and then another sigh escaped. “Well, I appreciate that. Thanks for…well, you know.”

Gray leaned in and kissed her lips in response.

“Captain Wyckoff?” The voice of his third in command, Ensign Cahill, followed quickly by the crackle and buzz of his aging communication device intruding into the sanctity of his room and broke the nicely established and very hard won sensual mood.