Page 17 of The Cerulean Sister
He swings his leg over and stares down at me, the rise and fall of his chest plate so labored it almost touches my chin.
Without another word, he marches toward my guards parked just behind us. This time as he speaks to them, he looks more forceful with his instructions, his posture like he is almost angry as they nod.
When he stalks back to me, he looks so powerful, my head feels light and I sway, a little intimidated.
"Tell me why I shouldn't throw you down in the grass right now and take you for doing that while I was driving?" He takes a seat on the hover bike's bench and adjusts the obvious bulge in his pants.
"I don't think my guards would appreciate it." I laugh. "And I didn't intend for you to stop us all. I just?—"
"You just what? Thought you could tease me like that and nothing would happen?"
I give him a wicked smile and send images of stroking his cock and making him come while he drives to prove exactly what I thought would happen.
He crosses his arms with a shake of his head. "I told them you needed privacy to pray. They will be up ahead."
"Privacy to pray?"
He nods.
I watch as they start their hover bikes back up and ride off in unison, leaving me completely alone with 99.
Oh.Oh.
"That was very kind of you," I praise and slink down to my knees, with no intention of actually praying. My mind is set on other things I would rather do here.
He says nothing, just watches me a few paces away, firmly planted on the hover bike, visor trained to my movements.
"I will be just a moment." I angle myself in the rough grass, arching my back in an exaggerated curve.
"I can wait." He almost growls at the sight of my very unprayerlike pose.
I wiggle a few more times for him, teasing and watching his response. His hand runs up and down the straining fabric of his pants when I peek at him from my downward position.
"Earlier, in our room, you said you had been thinking about me all day?"
His hand stills and he slowly nods.
"Will you tell me what you thought about?"
"I thought about fucking you, Priestess," he answers bluntly.
"No, I mean, will you tell me . . . more?" I laugh and sit up with my feet tucked under me.
"I couldshowyou."
"No. I want to hear your voice, 99," I confess.
"I thought of your mouth on me. The way you look when you take my cock between your lips."
I stare into his visor as my breathing shallows and sends a chill over my skin with each inhale. I have only taken him in my mouth a few times, and I am happy to know he likes the way my face looks when I do because his expression is also one of my favorite things to elicit. Just thinking about it now, rememberingthe whimpering moans I withdrew from him last time, makes heat bloom in my core.
"What else?" I say, feeling so needy I start to crawl toward him.
He observes my slow approach in silence for a long time before answering, "I thought of throwing you over my shoulder and fucking you in the council room instead of meeting with the lord general."
I bring myself right up between his widely spread legs, ignoring the little sticks poking at my knees, never taking my eyes off his visor. "I'm listening."
"I wanted to bend you over . . ." His voice is lower and breathy now as he looks down at me.
