The Bond That Saves Us (15 page)

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whisper, far huskier than she intended.

Sean dropped his chin to his chest and sighed. “You’re really not making this easy on me. You know that?”

She did, she really did. But right now, she didn’t care. “I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable, but I’m not able to hide my feelings like other women. I
like
you. You know what that means.”

He closed his eyes, jaw tight. “Yeah.”

“Do you want me to leave? Because I think I’m at the point where the only way I can control myself is to keep the hell away from you.”

When his tongue dipped out, swiping a moist path across his lips, Amy shivered.

She remembered what it felt like to have him lapping at her pussy, teasing her clit until he drove her to orgasm. More, she really wanted
more
.

“Sean?”

Amy wasn’t expecting Sean to move as quickly as he did. She was off balance from resting on the balls of her feet, knees bent. When he turned and pushed forward, she fell back with a loud yelp, the air forced from her lungs. Sean quickly covered her body with his, his thigh pressed against her heated cunt—his mouth hovering above hers, stealing her breath. They stayed there for a moment, both staring at the other as they lay on the floor, panting. Amy’s grip tightened when Sean shifted, his arm pressing firmly against the side of her breast.

“Sean?”

“Just…don’t.”

“Don’t
what
?”
Don’t move? Don’t breathe? Don’t leave me?

Before she had a chance to catch her breath, Sean’s lips were on hers. His mouth licked and nipped at her lips until she opened them, letting him slip in further. With her heart pounding in her chest and her head spinning, Amy knew there was no way either of them could stop this now. Gods, the last thing she wanted to do was
stop
. She wanted more of everything—his company,
sex
, warmth from his body. Everything.

“I can’t even think when I’m around you,” he muttered, sliding a hand under the hem of her shirt. “Don’t think I want to. Just
feel
.”

His fingers captured her nipple, rolling the tip hard enough to drag a moan from her. Amy squirmed, grinding her pussy against his thigh and enjoying the rush of heat and pleasure splintering out from her core. Sean shifted again, his mouth pressing moist kisses to her jaw, cheek and throat.

She reached up to card her fingers through his hair. The short blond strands felt soft clenched in her fingers. “I didn’t intend this when I came here.”

Sean chuckled against her neck, biting gently at the skin beneath her ear. “Weren’t looking to get molested?”

“I was trying to get you to take a break.”

“This can be a break.” He rolled his hips, pressing his erection against her stomach.

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“A very pleasant one.”

“You’re not going to hate me after, are you? Cornering you in a small room and make you insane with lust and all.”

He pulled up, looking intently in her eyes. “I don’t hate you. Never did. It’s just…”

There was something in his gaze, something that made her stomach flip and her chest tighten. She didn’t stop to analyze it and instead lifted up to press another kiss to his mouth. This time, it was Sean’s turn to groan and her turn to buck up against his stiff cock. She needed him now—to feel him inside her.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you.”

Sean pushed up far enough to rip his shirt from his body and throw it into the far corner. Amy’s fingers shook as she pulled open his pants, wanting to feel the firm heat of his cock in her hands. He hissed when she wrapped her hand around his shaft. She couldn’t stop herself from grinning when he bucked his hips forward to thrust into her tightening grip. It was perfect, this mutual need. Amy swiped her thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the tiny bead of pre-cum as it seeped from his slit. Her mouth watered at the memory of the salty taste and she knew before they were done she’d have a chance to suck him down once more.

“You still have on too many clothes,” he muttered, tugging at her shirt wrenched halfway up her body.

“Let me help.”

Ignoring the cold harshness of the metal floor on her skin, Amy stripped quickly and efficiently. Sean waited until her pants were pulled free before he pulled her into his lap and rearranged her legs so her thighs hugged his sides. The position had his cock rubbing snuggly against her clit.

“Ride me,” he commanded in a low voice. “I want to feel you ride me hard.”

Amy couldn’t speak and only just managed to nod. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he helped lift her up enough so she could impale herself on his shaft. As she sank down, she closed her eyes and relished the feel of him inside her. Every inch of his cock rubbed the sensitive skin within, sending bolts of lust and want racing through her. She loved it, the way he made her feel. When she didn’t think it could get any better, she lifted her body up enough to drop down hard on him once more. The jolt against her sensitive clit had her cry out.

“Fuck.” He pressed his face against her neck. “I’m going to come fast.”

“Me too,” she said, trying to keep her body under control. “So good.”

Words between them stopped, lost in their gasps and moans. Over and over she rose and fell on his body, leaning into his sweat-slicked chest. His hands raked trails up and down her back, squeezing and kneading her ass, encouraging her steady rocking.

His mouth and tongue were busy devouring her neck, ear, shoulder. She was on fire and there wasn’t a better feeling in the universe.

The scrape of his teeth against her skin as he bent his head lower sent an explosion 88

of goose bumps across her body. Gentle nips were chased by the moist heat of his tongue. Amy held her breath when his mouth sucked the skin just above her left nipple hard. It would leave a mark, a brand identifying her as his. A pleased hum morphed into a gasp as it left her lips. Sean chuckled briefly before latching on to her hard nipple to suckle her hard.

“Gods.” The word was barely a whisper as it escaped her.

Sean’s only response was to flick his tongue across the tip of her nipple at a maddening pace. Each brush of his wet tip sent a jolt to her clit, encouraging her to screw herself down even harder.

Her thighs began to quiver, not just from the constant movement, but as she crept closer to her release. She needed this, was almost there, but couldn’t quite push herself over. She didn’t need to worry—Sean knew. He moved one hand from her ass to his mouth, where he sucked in two fingers. She watched with rapt attention as his pupils grew even wider, his tongue snaking around the digits, soaking them. When he reached between them to caress her clit, Amy nearly screamed.

“Yes.
There
,” she sighed.

“You’re so close. I can feel you. Come on, come on,
come on
. You want this…me…us fucking. I want to hear you scream. Now.”

The command only just left his lips when her body seized up and her orgasm rolled through her. Her moan came out low but strong as she squeezed his shoulders, driving her body down hard to extend the waves of pleasure coursing through her. She felt his sharp intake of breath as she clenched around his cock. He didn’t give in, didn’t come.

Gods, she wanted to feel him flood her pussy with his cum.

“Sean.” She reached up and pressed her hand against his cheek.

He shifted them, leaning back so he lay flat on the floor with her on top. She raised an eyebrow at him in silent question. Sean chuckled. “I don’t want you to be hurt. Ride me.”

Oh yes.

Grinding down, she pressed her pussy tight against his pubic bone, her ass slapping against the tops of his lean thighs. Sweat from their bodies mingled on their stomachs. The scent of sex was thick in the air, highlighted by the faint hint Sean’s musk. She couldn’t help but smile at the expression on his face. His eyes were screwed shut, mouth open, as he struggled to pull in a breath. His cheeks were flushed and the corded muscles of his neck were stretched tight from the effort of chasing his orgasm.

Sean was on pleasure’s edge and she would be the one to push him over. Amy leaned forward as she rode his body, licking the shell of his ear.

“You’re so fucking big inside me. Your hands…yes, on my ass like that. Maybe I’ll let you fuck my ass next. Would you like that? If I take you into my bedroom and let you screw me until I can’t walk.”

“Amy!”

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Sean took over the pace, driving up hard and fast into her body. She slipped her arms around his shoulders and held on. It didn’t take long for his frantic rhythm to falter and for him to come with a shout.

Sweat made it difficult for her to keep her grip. With the last dregs of energy she could muster, Amy closed her eyes and fell forward onto Sean. She could feel his heart pounding in his chest and his warmth between her legs. When he reached up and looped his arms around her shoulders and back, the small hollow of dread finally melted away.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what?”

She hadn’t really thought about it before the words slipped from her, her gratitude almost an instinct. Still, she
was
thankful. “For not running.”

Sean chuckled. “I might be an idiot sometimes, but I’m not stupid.”

Amy smiled and nipped at his earlobe. “Yes, you are an idiot. But I don’t really mind.”

They slipped into a comfortable silence, lying on the floor. Sean began to trace lazy patterns on her back with his fingertip as his entire body began to relax and his softening cock slipped from her body. Amy began to drift, which was why she didn’t register what the noise drifting from the hall was when it first reached her ears. It took another long, low moan for her to clue in. She sat bolt up, her knee pressing hard into Sean’s thigh.

“What the hell, Amy?”

“Oh my Gods.”

Another moan.

Sean heard it this time, his head cocked to the side. “What’s that?” His voice was a low rumble in his chest.

She let her gaze drift to the ventilation console. “We just had sex.”

“Yes, I was here for that part.”

“You were working on the vents.”

“And I’ll need to get back to finish those…
oh
.” The look of realization was comical on his face. “The vents were open.”

Amy giggled. “I think so.”

“And your pheromones—”

“Have now flooded the ship.”

Sean let his head fall back against the floor. The hollow
thunk
echoed in the small room. “Ryan is going to kill me.”

“Well, that wasn’t
Gaz
groaning
don’t stop
. Please, don’t ask me how I know what Gaz sounds like having sex, the memory is far too traumatic. I think your friend won’t be complaining too loudly.”

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They were silent for a few more minutes, listening to the muffled groan coming from down the hall. Finally, Sean shifted, lifting Amy up with him. “We should get cleaned up. Maybe get something to eat.”

“We’d have to sneak past them.” Amy winked. “Are you up for it?”

Sean began to shift, already looking for his clothing. “Guess I’ll have to be. We can see if Davin has heard anything.”

“Okay.”

They dressed as quickly and quietly as they could, both refusing to look at the other for fear their smirks and soft chuckles would turn into full-fledged laughter. Amy was only a little surprised when Sean took the lead through the door, reaching for her hand as he moved. The contact was comfortable, intimate and not unwelcomed. They paused outside the engine room, the door now closed, for only the briefest of seconds, before scurrying past. She really didn’t want to be subjected to seeing Gaz’s naked ass again.

Never, ever,
ever
!

Freedom was theirs as they made it to the mess hall, letting the door slide shut behind them. Amy pressed her back to the cool metal of the bulkhead and watched as Sean made his way over to the food processor. His hair stuck up as he scratched his fingers across his scalp. The movement sent the muscles in his back moving, a ripple under his tight shirt. Her fingers itched to reach out and trace a path over them.

“Coffee?” His voice was loud after their sneaking around.

“Please.”

Sean began to press buttons when the computer signaled. He looked at her, eyebrow raised in question.

“Incoming call.” She walked over to the panel and activated the system. “This is Captain Bryson of the
Drake
.”

A tall, tattooed man filled the screen. His long brown hair was tucked behind his ears and he wore a fierce expression on his face. “My name is Davin. I believe Sean Donaldson is with you.”

“I’m here.” He’d appeared so quickly beside her, his shoulder pressed hard against her. “What’s wrong?”

Davin didn’t respond right away, his gaze lingering on Amy. She didn’t know what exactly Sean had asked him to do, but she was quickly getting the impression she wasn’t going to like it. Straightening a bit more, she lowered her chin, meeting the other man’s gaze directly. Davin nodded slightly before shifting his gaze to Sean.

“Remember that thing you wanted me to check into?”