No sooner had the doors of the turbo lift shut than Kirk had you wrapped in his arms. His mouth left open kisses down your neck. His hand moved to cup your soaked panties and you could feel his grin as he moved back up your neck.
He softly whispered, "tisk, tisk. All this for me? Well, I think we need to see if you can be a good girl now."
One hand pressed into the small of your back and helped upright you. The other had eased your panties to one side as the door to the turbo lift opened. New occupants surrounded you. No one seemed to pay you much mind but Kirk was in a wicked mood. He decided to kiss you deeply as he placed a single finger to your delicate and abruptly entered your body. He kissed away the moan that escaped you before he curled his finger.
You slowly broke the kiss in need of air. Your hands relaxed the grip you had placed on his shirt momentarily. He felt your comfort mount and slid three fingers in to your dripping core.
You wanted to scream out as he fills you, but you are hyperaware of the lift filled of people behind you. You clung his shirt tighter and tried to wiggle to meet his pumping fingers, but his hand on the small of your back held you still, unable to fill the need within you.
He leaned in and softly whispered,"you like this, don't you? Getting finger-fucked in a full turbo lift? If you stay quiet and be a good girl, maybe I'll let you scream my name later."
You felt him smirk as his teeth attached to your earlobe, nibbling and tugging gently. Your arms wrapped around his waist, pulled you into him and held you up as your legs started to shake.
Kirk latched his lips back onto yours, sensed your increasing need and explored your mouth, winning the fight for dominance over the kiss as he picked up speed. He moved in and out rhythmically until you had no idea how you stayed quiet or how no one noticed what was happening in the corner. You quickly realised you just didn't care.
You felt the coil tighten in the pit of your stomach. You were close. Your legs shook and your head spun. Before you knew it, Kirk let you up for air and quickly attacked your mouth again as he felt your body clasp around his fingers. You released in a flood. Kirk's fingers continued to move, milked you for all you were worth.
You finally felt your body go limp. Kirk wrapped his arm around you a little closer. He withdrew his fingers from your thoroughly fucked pussy, placed his wet fingers in his mouth, sure you glimpsed him lap his fingers clean. He placed his clean fingers beneath your chin and kissed you deeply. You tasted yourself mixed with a flavour so shamelessly Kirk that you were grateful he was holding you up.
The lift stopped and all the occupants' stepped out. Kirk picked you up and carried you to your destination: his room. When he placed you on his bed, he smirked down at you he asked you rather cheekily, "now are you ready to scream my name?"
A/N: Hope you enjoyed, keep an eye out for the ever-logical Commander Spock next week.