Total pages in book: 112
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 105936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 530(@200wpm)___ 424(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)
“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.
37
TURK
After that, I didn’t fight it anymore. Maybe I should have—later I wished that I had. But I was falling for Cass, even though I didn’t want to admit it to myself.
Every day I watched him navigating—checking the routes that Gurflug had plotted or doing the jumps himself. And all I could think of was how beautiful he was…and how much I wanted to be alone with him again.
And Cass wanted me too. It seemed that now that his Catamite blood had asserted itself, he couldn’t get enough of my seed. He sucked me several times a night and then in the mornings I woke to the feeling of his soft mouth enclosing me. It got so bad that we had to take part of our lunch break so he could suck me in my Ready Room—he couldn’t make it through the day without having my cream.
No male is going to complain about having his shaft sucked multiple times a day and I wasn’t either, but I found that letting the boy take me in his mouth so often had a strange effect on me. I began to want to return the favor.
Not that I dreamed of sucking cock—that wasn’t the way I was built. But I did begin to imagine hearing his moans of pleasure as I made him feel good. I wanted to make him come and watch him while he lost control—which was definitely not something I’d ever wanted with another male before. I felt almost thirsty to taste him the way he was tasting me.
At first I tried to put off the feeling…but it kept coming back to me. However when I took Cass in my arms and tried to reach into his trousers one morning, he wiggled away from me.
“Please, don’t Captain!” he exclaimed, his eyes wide with fear and trepidation.
“Why not?” I asked reasonably. “I just want to return the favor, Cass. I want to make you feel good.”
“You do—by letting me suck you!” he exclaimed. “I don’t need anything else.”
“Well, maybe I do,” I said, beginning to feel frustrated. “I want you—want to make you feel good. I want to make you come!”
I saw a flash of desire and need in his clear amber eyes, but he shook his head.
“Please try to understand, I…I’m a virgin.”
“I can help you with that,” I offered. Reaching out, I stroked his cheek. “I swear I’ll be gentle, little one,” I promised in a low voice. “I’ll get you ready before I take you.”
His eyes went wide and he shook his head.