Chapter 7

CHAPTER

SEVEN

JESSICA

Holy Fuck.

There is so much cum.

I knew. Well… I’d been told, but knowing is not the same thing as experiencing the sheer volume.

The dark evidence of his orgasm covers my chest, seeping into my tank top and dripping from my skin. It slides across my stomach and coats my hand, and when I lick my lips…

It’s sweet .

My eyes flutter closed and I stroke him again. Still so freaking hard.

I want to push him to the ground, hop on and ride him until I’m the one gushing cum.

Drift’s words from before float through my mind. If I want him, I have to keep him.

But I can’t.

I can’t stay. He can’t come back with me.

“I have never been this frustrated in my life.” I pull my tank top off and throw it to the side, laughing when it lands on the floor with a smack.

He sucks my breast into his mouth, the tips of his tongue flicking and pinching at my nipple.

“I can help,” Trench says. “If you want me to.”

Nodding in a jerky moment, I breathe, “Please.

He grabs a towel, wiping away the cum from my waist and then clears his cum off of a part of the counter.

He kicks off the rest of his suit and tugs my pants all the way off, underwear too, moving me so my hips are clear of the rest of the cum.

He goes to his knees between mine and I fall back on the counter, whimpering as his tongue covers me.

God. I love his tongue. Who knew it would be perfect?

Every woman who’s ever made it here.

The way it flickers and twists…

If he wanted to do this all day long, I would go home without a single bit of research done.

That’s a lie. Already other questions form in my head.

“Trench?” I take off my glasses while I wait for him to answer.

He hums as he looks up to meet my eyes. Tongue licking both his lips at once.

“I want to suck your cock.” I lick my lips. “Can I?”

His pupils flare and I shiver at the greedy way he smiles. “If that is what you want, I would never deny it.”

He lets me turn so that I am lying perpendicular to him on the counter, and when he stands, it is perfectly placed for me.

My first taste of him… his whole cock is sweet, not just his cum.

I try not to laugh and it comes out as a snort.

“What is funny?” he asks, hand smoothing my hair.

“No one told me your cum would taste sweet. It really should be in the marketing. But now I need to make sure I talk to a gynecologist while I’m here, because I have more questions.”

“Then we’ll find you one.”

“Later,” I say.

“Later.” He nods, gaze on my lips, but he doesn’t use his hand in my hair to guide me forward.

He waits.

I have a feeling he’s been waiting for a very long time.

And I don’t plan to deprive him any longer.

The rippled ridges of his tip are softer than they look, and when I stroke him, they flare a little like ruffled feathers.

They are not the thing that worries me.

But I cast worry aside as I slide my lips over him. My jaw will ache if I do this for too long, but the sound he makes is gratifying. The fact that I can open my mouth this wide feels like a ridiculous accomplishment.

One I certainly shouldn’t take this much pride in.

My tongue plays along the hard ridges beneath his shaft and I laugh at the idea of one of them getting stuck on the permanent retainer from my braces.

He shivers and I wonder how that feels for him, but with the way his abdomen flexes and his muscles clench, I don’t have time to wonder much else as the movement pushes him further into me.

My throat constricts around the tip of him, and it’s a miracle I don’t gag.

I’ve never had anyone’s cock this far down my throat, and I’m barely half way down.

“Sorry,” he says, pulling back to where he was, but not pulling out of my mouth entirely.

I wouldn’t have let him if he tried.

I don’t plan to let him go until he fills my mouth with cum… until I’ve had a chance to truly drink him down.

Hands on his thighs, I hold him in place and myself steady and try not to rake my teeth along him.

His hand leaves my hair, coasting down my body and slipping between my legs, stroking the wetness that has only gotten slicker since his tongue left me.

“You make me want things I can’t have, Jess.”

I bob on his cock instead of drawing back to agree.

Then, he grips me like a freaking bowling ball, and I love it. The heel of his palm grinds against my clit as I suck harder.

Fuck, I am a horny mess.

His fingers find my g-spot and it’s my turn to jerk. My turn to shift my hips.

I raise them up, my body and my brain disconnected as the former tries to get more of this sensation and get away from it at the same time.

When he uses the heel of his palm to slowly push my head back down again, the pressure of his hand makes me suck harder.

I’m so close, it feels like a whisper of a breath would undo me.

He makes a small noise and I look up, meeting his eyes, seeing the desire in them.

I want him.

It’s that sound of longing leaving his lips again that pushes me over the edge.

I press myself as far onto his cock as I can manage, and the moan of my orgasm reverberates through his cock.

The Sianese curse above me is the only warning I get before he fills my mouth with his cum.

The sweet, warm fluid is like a reward, but there’s too much of it.

I have to draw back to catch my breath, and as I swallow and gasp, the rest of his dark cum pours onto my breasts, covering me in a deluge.

No wonder it’s so easy to get pregnant.

Trench jerks through the last of his orgasm, hand gripping my pussy tight. And when he’s finally finished and releases me, he stumbles back a little.

The way he looks at me on his counter, naked, covered in his cum… I almost ask him to take a picture.

Bad idea.

I drop my head back to the counter, still breathing heavily, unconcerned that my hair is soaking up yet more cum.

“Do you always come that much?”

He hesitates, and I turn to look up at him. His jaw is set, but he shakes his head. “No. I think…” He runs his hand down his face and lets out a harsh sigh. “I think my body is trying to bond with you.”

“Oh.” I hate that I don’t hate that. “So, did you come this much when you were fulfilling your year commitment at Margot’s?”

“No.” He looks down as if measuring the fluid that still covers me. “I’ve never come this much in my life.”

TRENCH

I was on the stopper and I didn’t want any of those women the way I want Jess.

My body reacts to her in ways that it never reacted to anyone else.

She is practically swimming in my cum, and it’s definitely my fault.

I get another towel, but it doesn’t do much in our current state. “Let me lift you off, so you don’t wind up even messier than you already are.”

Her head lolls to the side and she looks up at me with a smile. “I don’t mind being messy.”

But I pick her up anyway.

I want to feel her again. I want to hold her against me and never let her go.

“Oh, wait!” Jess slips from my hands, cum dripping from her breasts. She catches it in her hand, hurrying over to the bag she set on the table earlier.

Pulling a test tube from it, she tips what she’s caught into the vial. More smears on the outside as she puts a cap on it and sets it aside.

“Sorry,” she winces, coming back to me. “I still have to do my work.”

“I understand.” I look at her sample kit, lid on, safely set aside. “Done?”

“Yes.”

She squeaks in surprise as I pick her up, but doesn’t protest when I carry her upstairs and straight into her shower, turning on the water and rinsing myself off first so that I can turn around and tend to her.

Leaning back against the wall, her gaze devouring me, Jessica looks like my sweetest dreams.

“I thought you said it gets smaller?” she says, licking her lips as her eyes lock on my cock.

“It usually does.” It hasn’t gone back to “normal” since she got here.

She nods, because she’s just collecting data, even in her post-orgasm haze.

She shivers a moment later, and I pull her under the water with me. Her hands go to my chest, and she looks up at me like she might ask me to eat her out again.

I would relish it, but I pick up the soap instead. “I made the mess, it’s only right that I clean it up.”

She laughs. “We are both to blame for this, but I won’t say no to whatever it is you have planned.”

I go to my knees in front of her, soaping her skin and washing away the dark remnants of my cum.

The image of her laid out on my island is going to haunt my dreams for the rest of my life.

“What is this?” I ask, trying to distract myself as I soap the strangely placed black lines and dots tattooed on her rib cage.

“The chemical structure of caffeine,” she says. “Laur and Chrys dragged me to a tattoo parlor years ago and we all got tattoos together.”

“Why caffeine?”

She shrugs. “At the time, I was basically a coffee addict.”

“Did it hurt?”

“So much.” She laughs and smiles down at me. “There’s a reason I only have one. I think Chrys has twenty by now.”

I almost tell her I don’t care about her sister’s body. But I keep my mouth shut instead.

She raises her foot onto my thigh and lets me wash one leg and then the other.

When I’m done, I press a kiss to her stomach, licking the water from it.

“In the interest of science,” I begin, even though it’s something I should keep from her. “I think the reason I’ve come so copiously is because I want to bond with you.”

I close my eyes and, against my better judgment, I keep talking. “I can’t blame it on my body… or, not all of it, anyway. I want you, and I need you to know that so you can make sure to include it in your variables.”

She’s very quiet as she runs her hand along my cheek and I open my eyes again as she tips my head up so that she can meet them. “Thank you for letting me know.”

I nod against her hand, waiting for the inevitable.

“What do you need me to do?”

I blink at her. “What?”

“How can I help you with this desire? Do you want me to keep my distance, to stop… suggesting things?”

“You don’t want to leave now that you know?”

She shakes her head and leans down to brush my lips. “I can’t stay on this planet. I can’t keep you, so tell me how to make this easier for you? Do you want me to leave?”

“No.”

“Then I’m not going anywhere.”

She kisses me, and I could weep at the tenderness of it.

I will weep for its loss, for her loss. But I have just under three more months to capture memories that will last me for the rest of my lifetime.

She draws back, eyes still closed, and lets out a fluttering sigh. “Will you get my shampoo from the counter?”

I nod, getting to my feet, nearly reversing the height difference. “What does it look like?”

“It’s a kind of a blue brick with a little white cap on one side.” She says as I step out to look for it. “It’s plastic. I don’t know if I took it out of the bag yet. Sorry.”

“I’m sure I’ll find it.”

There is no blue “brick” on the counter but there are several bags and a box. I open the box first and I freeze.

Looking down at what might as well be a replica of my cock, I can’t help but wonder where she would have gotten such a thing.

Margot.

I see the card and shake my head at the woman. Of course Margot would send that to her. The woman likes to poke fun and tease any chance she can get.

But my cock hardens at the thought of Jessica using it and thinking of me.

“Did you find it?” she calls out.

“Not yet.” I say, closing it up again before she has a chance to poke her head around the shower wall and see me staring at it.

I find her shampoo and a second, darker bottle that looks like its companion in one of the bags and take them to her.

“Thank you.” Her fingers brush mine as she takes the containers and she smiles softly.

“I’ll let you finish up alone.” I think I need to keep several layers of clothing and furniture between us for the foreseeable future.

But the first thing I do, before anything else, is go to a terminal and restart my delivery of the stopper.