“Get over here,” he said shortly. The look on her face hurt him. She was afraid, horrified. What he was about to do was wrong.
He couldn’t bring himself to stop.
She stood slowly and walked toward him from the bed. She reached to her blouse, undoing one of the buttons at the top. A gentle blush rose across her chest, tinting the slopes of her br**sts with a soft pink that made him moan. The next button opened beneath her fingers, and then the next. The shadow between her br**sts grew darker, and as she opened the garment he saw a lacy, black scrap of fabric as seductive as anything he’d seen before in his life. She paused when all the buttons were open, arms hanging loosely at her side. The blouse gaped wide, although her br**sts were still held captive by the wisps of black lace. He could see the pink circles of her ni**les, though. Soft. Gently pointed and growing harder as the cool air hit them.
Without thinking, he pumped his hand up and down his cock, holding back a moan. His entire body seemed frozen, rock-solid arousal holding him prisoner. If she knew, would she use that need against him? Would she find some way to manipulate him and take control of his life?
Having her touch him was the worth the risk.
“Kneel,” he said hoarsely.
She cocked her head to one side, and then did as he asked, dropping gracefully to her knees. He stroked his hand up and down once more, and then let his arms fall to his side.
“Now you,” he whispered.
She rested one hand on each of his knees, and then leaned over to breathe softly on his cock. She wasn’t even touching him, yet a wave of fire spread through his body so fast it was a wonder he didn’t burst into flames. He moaned, allowing his head to fall back against the cushions.
Then she placed her hand on him and he almost died.
Her fingers were hot and smooth around his flesh. She didn’t move, just grasped him gently. At first it was exquisite; as the seconds slowly passed, it became maddening. What the hell was she doing?
He opened his mouth to ask her, but before he could say anything her fingers gripped him firmly and slid up the length of his shaft. He shuddered. She repeated the gesture and he felt his balls tightening in anticipation. His heart pumped faster and faster as her fingers drifted across his taut flesh. His hips lifted off the couch. He needed more, and he needed it now.
His hand circled hers, squeezing her fingers tight around his c**k as he pumped up and down. Two strokes, then four. He wanted to do more with her, wanted this first time with her to be better, but the feeling of her hot fingers gripping him was too much. With a groan, he felt the tension rise almost beyond bearing. He slammed their joined hands down over his c**k one last time, his lust exploding.
She gave a startled cry as he came, but he hardly noticed. He kept his eyes closed, breathing deeply as the aftershocks of his orgasm washed over his body. He had never felt anything so intense in his life.
What had happened? Why had this woman’s mere touch been enough to send him over the edge? It had been a while since he’d had a woman, but not that long. There had been a wonderfully accommodating pleasure worker on Gemini, and that had been less than two weeks ago.
Her snort of disgust broke through his thoughts, and he opened his eyes to see her dabbing at her chest with her blouse.
“You might have given me some warning,” she said tartly. “You may find this amusing, but I don’t have any other clothing to wear. Now I’m all covered with…” she broke off, and looked away from him.
“Sorry,” he said, meaning it. He felt like an ass. He’d come on her like a boy with his first woman. All his life he’d taken care not to be a selfish partner, but he had failed miserably this time.
She stood abruptly and walked away from him toward the fresher. She pulled the shirt off, exposing her entire upper body to him, except for the wisps of black lace binding her br**sts. There was something about those tiny pieces of fabric he found more erotic than nudity. His loins tightened, and his c**k stirred in interest.
Now was hardly the time, though. Not after what he’d just done to her. From the sound of slamming fresher door, she wouldn’t welcome his advances no matter how desperate she was to get off-station. At least not until her temper had a chance to cool. He stood slowly, and then stripped off his clothing. He pulled on another pair of undershorts, bundled his dirty laundry together, and placed it in the wardrobe.
Taking out one of the loose, natural fiber shirts he favored, he walked across the room and knocked hesitantly on the fresher door.
“Giselle,” he said. “I have something for you to sleep in. I’ll just set it outside the door.”
He put the shirt down and walked back over to the bed. He was suddenly exhausted; it had been a very long day for both of them. Keying the alarm on his wrist chrono, he laid down on one side the bed, careful to leave her plenty of space on the other side.
“Computer, lights off, please,” he said softly. The room fell dark. He closed his eyes and listened. After a long while, the fresher door opened and she pulled the shirt in. A few moments later, he heard her cross the room and she sat on the edge of the bed.
“I know we have a deal,” she said hesitantly. “And I want to get off the station. But I would really appreciate it if you didn’t touch me again tonight. I’m not feeling very friendly.”
He agreed quickly, wishing he could go back just a few moments and make things better for her. Being an ass just seemed to come so naturally to him.
She crawled into bed beside him. He listened to her breathe slowly in and out for what seemed like hours. Then she spoke.
“I just realized that I’ve had your seed all over me, but I don’t even know your name.”
“It’s Jerred,” he replied, feeling even lower.
“Just Jerred?” she asked after a moment. “No family name?”
“None that you need to know,” he said slowly, wishing he could tell her the truth. “Go to sleep. It’s going to be a long day tomorrow.”
* * * * *
Giselle clutched Jerred’s arm closely as they walked through one of the massive transit station docks. He was moored on-station, which surprised her. It cost so much less to moor on one of the outlying buoys that a shuttle ride out was standard for smaller ships. If he had so damn much money, why hadn’t there been more in his room?
It was hard to walk on the ridiculous shoes he’d brought her. She teetered on the tips of her toes, the heels were so tall. Not that the shoes didn’t match her outfit. She looked like the lowest class of whore the station had to offer, and the long, obviously fake blonde wig didn’t help matters at all.