An Unexpected Attraction - Part 5
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*Trip*
I was in
the mess hall having breakfast with Hoshi, Travis and Malcolm. Not an unusual
occurrence, but it's different now. These past few weeks have been just
amazing. Now that I have a secret. And this huge shit-eating grin that just
won't leave my face. My secret is Malcolm Reed. The smile belonged to him, he
put it there. I chuckled to myself at the cheesy thought and my breakfast
companions gave me *the look*, shook their heads and continued their
conversation without missing a beat. Malcolm spared me a longer, knowing
stare. I smirked back at him and added a wink to the equation. He held back
his own chuckle and returned his attention to his breakfast.
He'd told
me he could be fun. Since I already knew he had a gift for understatement, I
probably should have realized it extended to more than just his state of
health. Malcolm's idea of fun had nearly blown the top of my head off
already. I anticipated spontaneously bursting into flames if he was any more
*fun*.
I found my
mind drifting back several days. The engine had been acting up again and I'd
finally staggered back to my quarters after a tiring day to find Malcolm
waiting for me. He'd taken one look at me and hustled me inside.
"You
need a shower. Then bed," he told me, pushing me into a chair to help me
pull off my boots.
"I
might need some help," I suggested with a waggle of my eyebrows, as I pulled
down my zipper and began shrugging out of my coverall. Our eyes met and our
lips soon followed. I could feel him warming up to the idea, and when we came
up for air, we both struggled out of our clothes.
I pulled
him toward the bathroom and I stepped into the shower first. The spray was hot
and felt tingly against my skin. Malcolm stepped in behind me and got a
handful of shower gel. He began to wash me, starting with my chest, then
moving down my body as I leaned forward to kiss his neck. I nibbled and licked
at his damp flesh, working my way down to his chest.
Malcolm's
hands caressed my asscheeks and when I groaned, he told me to turn around. I
braced my hands on the wall and Malcolm pushed on the center of my back
slightly until I was bent forward, my ass tilted. He lathered his hands until
they were covered in suds and ghosted a finger tantalizingly around my
rosebud. When he slipped it inside me, I heard him stifle a groan. After
thrusting in and out a couple of times, he tilted his hand, changing his angle
and thrusting a few more times.
"Ahh,"
I panted, shuddering in reaction, "that feels great." As star-bursts
began dancing before my eyes, Malcolm withdrew his finger and reached above me
to adjust the showerhead. He turned it until it produced a single fast stream
of water and then aimed it right between my cheeks. I arched my back and
spread my legs so that my asscheeks parted a bit wider and Malcolm continued
playing the spray over me. Eventually I straightened up and pulled him against
me, telling him, "I'm clean. Your turn."
I took my
own sweet time, using lots of soap and running my fingers over every part of
his body. I'm nothing if not thorough. The soap washed away quickly, but I
don't think either of us noticed. Or cared. Showering with Malcolm was
exciting and the feel of his finger sinking into my ass had sent a hard pulse
of desire through my whole body, centering on my groin. I started thinking
about what his cock would feel like pushing into my ass. Actually, I'd been
fantasizing about it for days, but now I was finally hot enough to put aside my
inhibitions and tell him what I wanted.
"Malcolm?
Would you fuck me?" I murmured in his ear. He stopped licking my neck
and froze. I felt a shudder run through him.
"Are
you sure, Trip?" Malcolm's voice seemed deeper than I'd ever heard it
before.
"I'm
not trying to be coy, " I told him, "but I've never done it before.
So, just go slow, okay?"
"As
slow as you want me to," he'd assured me.
We soon
found ourselves on the bed. Malcolm arranged me in a doggy-style position,
explaining it would be easier for me that way. He got behind me and placed his
hands on my hips. Down on my elbows, with my ass high in the air, I waited
expectantly. With my heart hammering in my chest, I nervously ran my tongue
over my lips and gripped the sheet in anticipation.
"You've
got a great arse, you know that?" Malcolm said admiringly.
"You
think so?"
"Absolutely.
Quite the nicest bum on the ship."
As he spoke, he ran his hand over the bum in question, leaning down to give one
cheek a soft kiss. Then, amazingly, he bit me, hard enough to leave a mark.
"Malcolm!"
I yelped and looked back accusingly at his unrepentant face.
"Sorry,
couldn't resist."
I quit
thinking about it, or anything else for that matter, when he bent down to kiss
my new love bite. He continued on with gentle sucking kisses until I realized
where he was going with this.
"Ooooh,
God, Malcolm, what are you doing?" I whimpered.
He didn't
bother to answer me, he just continued licking around and over my anus. I
yelped when his stroking tongue slid inside me, overwhelmed with incredible new
sensations. Malcolm muttered something about “rimming” while I wriggled and sighed
my delighted approval as his tongue sent sparks of pleasure arcing up my
spine. I was awash in all these wonderful feelings and I heard myself moaning
something, but I had no idea what I might be saying. All I knew was Malcolm's
touch.
There was a
brief pause and then I felt a cool dollop of lube being applied to my asshole.
My moans changed to pleasured grunts and whimpers as he began pushing slick
fingers into me. First one, then two and then three fingers, flexing and
twisting wonderfully. I was completely unprepared for the blinding flash of
white-hot pleasure that roared up my spine while he tilted and twisted his
fingers, caressing someplace deep inside me. It was a stunning, intensely
pleasurable feeling and I found myself pushing back at him, trying to force his
fingers deeper. I heard Malcolm chuckle and felt an empty void when he
eventually removed his fingers.
"Okay,
let's give this a try," he said softly. I felt him snuggle his slicked-up
penis between my buttocks and guide the head to the opening of my virgin ass.
When he began pressing against me, seeking entry, I started to get panicky and
breathless. Maybe I was kidding myself, I thought. It felt enormous. My
imagination conjured up the image of some fantasy cock twice normal size.
Malcolm wasn't that huge, but he was certainly thick, and large enough for me
to wonder how would I ever manage having it stuffed up my ass. I suddenly felt
like I had to rush to the bathroom, before I embarrassed myself right there on
the bed.
"I
don't know if I can do it," I stammered.
"Sure
you can. Just relax," Malcolm said in a soothing voice.
He rubbed
my back and gave another small push, but my anxious little asshole tightened
even more. I wanted him inside me, but apparently my ass wasn't so sure.
Malcolm's quiet confidence, his soft tone of voice and his strong hands
stroking over my back and hips calmed me down, and by slow degrees, my anus
began to relax. I could feel myself opening up, and as I was stretched wider
and wider, I kept thinking, 'He must be all the way in by now. He must.' Far
from it. In reality, his bulging head was barely half inside, with the
entirety of his swollen shaft still to come.
"You're
doing fine," Malcolm told me.
Maybe so,
but it hurt, it hurt a lot; then it started to burn. There was a sudden, sharp
pain that made me let out a yelp, followed by a tremendous sense of relief.
His cock head, I realized, had just slipped inside, which meant my beleaguered
anus wouldn't have to stretch any further. My asshole had surrendered
completely and now I could just close my eyes and wait to feel Malcolm's balls
smack against my butt as he finally plunged the rest of the way inside me. He
pushed in slowly but forcefully, never pausing once the head had cleared the
barrier of my sphincter. It felt as if a molten rod was being introduced into
my middle, spreading heat all through my insides. And then, at the end, when
he finally bottomed out, I did feel the loveliness of his velvety balls nuzzling
up against my own.
My God,
what an exquisitely wonderful feeling it was to have that big thing filling me
completely. As Malcolm's generous erection slid irresistibly into my body, I
felt more taken and possessed, more fucked if you will, than I ever had in my
life. It was overwhelming. I was stunned by the incomprehensible sensation of
Malcolm's dick stuffed deep in my ass. I felt completed and fulfilled, and not
just physically, but emotionally as well.
"Do
it!" I panted. "Fuck me, Malcolm!"
And fuck me
he did, first grabbing my hips, then plunging slowly into my bottom over and
over again. I loved the way he held me so tight. In and out he moved, opening
me up wide. The nerves surrounding my stretched asshole were on fire with
sensation, the pleasure and pain co-mingling so I couldn't distinguish one from
the other. And from hip to hip, a wide band of radiance was tightening across
my belly. Malcolm reached underneath us and gripped my forgotten cock,
stroking in rhythm with his thrusting. The combination of sensations - his
cock up my ass, his hand on my erection and the gentle thumping of his
testicles against mine, brought my orgasm crawling up my thighs.
"Oh
God, Malcolm, I'm coming!" I wailed, as I arced back into his chest, pressing
myself tighter against him.
After
hearing me cry out like that, Malcolm plunged into me up to his balls and
froze, panting and jerking a bit as he came hard inside me. The pleasure
seemed to fizz off in every direction, going deep inside me and sizzling,
scattering me into a million pieces. Blinding whiteness faded to black as we
both slumped forward.
I woke much
later, curled up with one of Malcolm’s arms around me, my head on his chest and
my hand clutching his flaccid cock. It didn't stay soft for long, though. As
I squeezed his sleepy prick, it began stirring in my hand and quickly changed
character, transforming itself to match the erection I had woken with.
"Wanna
fuck me again?" I whispered.
"Better
not," Malcolm said drowsily, "You'll be too sore tomorrow."
I knew he
was right, I could feel my ass throbbing, but it was a good hurt. I continued
stroking his hardening cock and felt his hand close around my own erection. I
arched forward into his grip with a throaty moan.
"Oh,
that's nice."
Nice,
right. More like incredible, fantastic, perfect. We moved together, kissing,
rubbing, stroking each other to completion. When I came, I bit down on
Malcolm's neck and I swore I could still feel his cock buried in my ass as he
shuddered and moaned my name, riding out his own climax. Then we'd cuddled our
still trembling bodies together and drifted back off to sleep.
"So,
what do you think, Commander?" The comment jolted me back to reality.
"Sorry,
what was that, Hoshi?" I stammered, probably blushing a bit too. Travis
snickered and Malcolm gave me another knowing smirk. I hoped I hadn't been
drooling or anything.
"I
said, do you think we'll have a chance for shore leave on Nalevo, you know, the
planet we're orbiting?
"Well,
I dunno. I suppose that'll depend on the Captain's negotiating skills."
Hoshi made a show of rolling her eyes and heaved a dramatic sigh.
"Oh
well, I guess we didn't really need shore leave after all," she
deadpanned, getting laughter from Travis and me, and an actual genuine smile
from Malcolm.