Tucker
Yes!
This is what I wanted to hear, wanted to see, wanted to feel: Hoshi screaming out her ecstasy as she trembles and thrashes at every movement of Mal's working tongue. It doesn't even matter that it's his and not mine; my turn will come, and the thrill of watching's building my arousal again.
She levels off, panting and shuddering. I wait, choosing my moment, and then my fingers get into action.
She hasn't a prayer. She shrieks something, an animal howl that rings around the island, and then it's down to the groans and grunts and gasps of orgasm. She's pinned by my arms and his shoulders, and there's not a damned thing she can do but lie there and take it.
Mal sure knows his stuff. As she starts to come down he keeps at her, keeps sending her into aftershocks. Soon she can hardly muster the strength to squeal, and only when he's satisfied she's reduced to a rag doll does he let up.
The reason for this mass destruction is evident when he kneels up. I'm not the only one who's found this arousing.
I'm not sure she has the power to stand up, so I help her, taking the chance to slip my hands over her ass and pulling her against me to make her feel what this does to me. She grabs my discarded flask and sloshes some of the bourbon down her body as Mal settles down on the ground where I'd been sitting. As soon as he's ready I steady her as she straddles him.
His long exhalation's loud in the silence.
She tries to start moving, but he stops her, his expression strangely tender under the hunger. He pulls her close, his hands flat against her spine, and begins rocking her slowly. Her feet are planted on the floor behind him, her arms around his shoulders. They kiss, long and deep, and then she buries her face in his shoulder. "Move with me. Breathe with me," he whispers. There's sweat on his face and his eyes are closed; this is going to be a long haul.
I start stroking them both, telling them how goddamn sexy this looks and how beautiful they are. I kiss all the way down Hoshi's spine and get her to describe what she's feeling and what Mal is doing to her. He punctuates this with his own descriptions, while he goes on rocking, rocking, steady as a metronome. Every time her breathing starts to get ragged he stops and soothes her, voice and hand like he's gentling a skittish horse.
Finally he's ready. He pushes her body backwards, supporting it against his knees as he presses her arms down to invite me in. Her breasts taste of bourbon, and I can't get enough of them. God, she's so gorgeous and so responsive. Naked and impaled, and loving it.
Her nearest hand slips into my groin and I gasp; I wasn't expecting that. She evidently has ideas of her own, and tells me what they are, her voice slurring with want. Her mouth is red and glossy. My eyes on it, I stumble to my feet.
God. Oh god, oh god. My knees buckle as she takes me in.
Careful not to disturb what's going on, Mal pulls her upright. Seconds later his mouth's working at me too, though his fingers have taken over the job of making Hoshi's body jerk like a marionette with its strings all tangled up. This time he doesn't even try to stop her, though now she's taken over control and is pleasuring herself with him; soon his grunts and her rising moans are indistinguishable. As for me, I don't know who's doing what to me and quite honestly I don't care. My eyes are shut as I concentrate on the incredible sensation of building pressure, until suddenly it breaks on a shuddering tsunami of release as I spill into Hoshi's willing mouth.
Well, that's about finished me. I have just about enough control of my legs to lie down rather than fall down. Beside me, Mal's spending the last of his heat in Hoshi's body; his head is thrown back, the tendons in his neck standing out like cords. She's gripping his shoulders, looking downwards to watch herself riding him. She looks so strong, so confidently sexy, so abandoned; if I had the strength to stand up I'd have my hands all over her, but right now I could hardly lift a finger, let alone stand up.
As the last spasms ebb away Mal falls back on the rucksack, gasping like he's run a marathon. Hoshi simply sags over him, too exhausted even to slide off.
I'm thirsty, and there are water-bottles in the shuttlepod, but I'm too tired to walk that far. And neither of them are in any better shape than I am, that's pretty plain.
The fire's dying down. Getting more firewood is way too much effort. So after a few minutes I crawl over to one of the tents and just about muster enough strength to pull out a couple of blankets. It's a warm night, and there's no risk of catching a chill; and this side of the clearing is mostly covered in soft, blown sand. I don't see that going into the tents would offer any particular advantage, and either of them would be cramped for three.
Hoshi has now slipped down off Mal, and the two of them are snuggled up together. I snuggle up too, tossing two of the blankets over us anyhow. We'll sort it out later, if any of us is awake long enough. A few bits of our discarded clothes, rolled up, will do for pillows.
"Thanks, guys," whispers Hoshi sleepily. There's no reply from Mal. The guy who prides himself on his impeccable manners is already fast asleep, poleaxed by his exertions.
"Don't suppose you're up for any more?" I tease as I cuddle up behind her. Not that that's even a remote possibility, at least for a while.
She knows bravado when she hears it. "I don't see this weapon being cocked again anytime soon," she whispers back, tweaking my thoroughly discharged forward cannon.
"When it is, you'll be the first to hear about it."
"And right now, the last to care."
Well. Talk about ingratitude. I want to complain to somebody, but my brain's shutting down. Can't imagine why.
In the morning I'll be sorry for a night spent on the ground, however soft and sandy it is. But then, it's a small price to pay for a night in heaven.
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