Chapter 5: First Contact – part 7
Addison was ready to explode. Everything Myers was doing, from his tone of voice to the manipulation of that bloody button, shredded her waning self-control. One hand gripped the edge of the couch, and she squeezed her legs together to keep from jumping into Myers’ lap. A somersault or kick from her unborn son would have been a welcome distraction. But now he was silent and still, as if he knew that his mother and father wanted to shag one another senseless right now.
Myers’ breath tickled her face as the button inched up her neck. Addison swallowed hard, and wishing the bit of plastic were the bastard’s hands. The last of her willpower dissolved, and she decided why the bloody hell not.
Addison grabbed a fistful of Myers’ shirt and pulled him close, capturing his mouth with hers. Myers returned the kiss with the ferocity they’d briefly shared weeks ago. Lust surged from him, as well as a smug pride.
The latter restored a portion of Addison’s self-control. Holding back a smirk, Addison pulled back long enough to glance at the entrances to the lounge, pushing the doors shut with a thought. Then she slid on Myers’ lap. He grabbed her ass and pulled her close. Her heat met his hardness. As stereo moans escaped them, Addison brushed Myers’ mind with hers. His shields, although tenuous, held.
Both of their hands roamed; his to Addison’s breasts, and hers between Myers’ legs. A single stroke of his cock, even through the fabric of his trousers, made his hips jut forward and Addison trill with satisfaction. Between that and the delightful things Myers’ hands were doing to her nipples, Addison barely hung on to self-control.
Shaking off the temptation to lose herself in the moment, Addison focused on Myers. She slid her hand up and down, varying the force and strength and speed until Myers buried his face in her throat and growled, his hands squeezing her breasts hard enough to blur pleasure and pain.
Edged on by the possibility of giving a few Triptych interns an eyeful, Addison freed his cock from his trousers and repeated her earlier motions. After the second stroke Myers’ shields fell away. “Harris,” he rasped, “we should–”
Addison caressed his mind with hers, prompting an appreciative but alarmed groan. “You should shut up, Myers.” Then she slipped to the floor and took him in her mouth.
The moment his mental shields began slipping Shane knew he was in over his head. Unfortunately he was too far gone to care. He couldn’t press Harris close enough or touch enough of her at once. With their bodies and minds intertwining Shane’s brain was on overload.
It wasn’t until Harris slid between his legs that Shane realized she’d turned the tables. The tiny part of his brain that wasn’t saturated by hormones tried to protest, but was quickly silenced by Harris’ mouth. His world narrowed to the wet heat of her lips and teeth and tongue, how hot and wanting she was, and the exotic pleasure of her mind.
The now microscopic sensible part of him suddenly spoke up, screaming that he was physically and psychically at her mercy. Shane grabbed her head to push her away, but was distracted by her soft, short hair and her rush of pleasure from the touch.
Bucking further into Harris’ mouth was the closest Shane came to pushing her away. She’d set him on fire. Somehow she drew out his climax, draining him mentally and physically as his back arched and he cried her name.
Shane lie still, dazed, for he didn’t know how long after Harris had finished with him. She glanced up from his crotch and licked her lips, lust smoldering in her dark eyes. It was the hottest single thing he’d seen in his life.
Harris smirked, then tucked his dick back in his pants and zipped him up. Wait, he wanted to tell her, it’s your turn, but he didn’t have the energy for a vocal or mental reply.
She must have heard him somehow, because Harris slid her body up his. “Was it good for you?” she grinned. While Shane gathered the energy to reply, Harris stood and straightened her clothes. Then her grin turned devilish. “From where I’m standing, I’d say it was very good for you.” After smirking down at him for a moment Harris turned on her heel and left.
Anger gradually burned away the haze of orgasm. The whore had left him completely prone! Shane struggled to sit up straight, wondering how everything had gone wrong. He’d completely lost control. He was lucky that Harris hadn’t psychically lobotomized him.
The entrance of a handful of Triptych employees Shane didn’t recognize prompted him to do something. He could sit there like a brain-dead idiot, get up and go back to his quarters, or lie down and rest.
Seconds later he was asleep.