Page 48 of Radiant Exception
To make matters worse, as our journey brought us closer to Port Vesta, the crew became more restless. Vesta was known for being a bit of a hotspot for lawlessness and black market operations. My goal was to stay on schedule, which we somehow were miraculously on track with, thanks to Lark, drop our small payload, refuel for the second leg of the route, and get the hell out of there before something bad happened.
Lark had never been to Vesta, so despite my warnings, she was excited to see it nonetheless. She admitted to having heard stories in her own travels, but she’d never been allowed access to the more dubious ports while she’d been on diplomatic missions with her family, and her covert operations had been mostly located around Earth and Mars.
I was nervous she wasn’t taking me seriously, and she sensed my anxiety like a shark sensed blood in the water. It was a weakness she exploited all too easily.
“What kind of black market stuff do they have there that we should pick up?” The mischievous excitement in her voice was palpable.
“None of it,” I grumbled before squawking in discomfort when she dug into a particularly tight knot at my shoulder.
Lark giggled behind me at the very unmanly noise that had come out of me as a result of her massaging. Those had become part of our nightly ritual as well, and although she was tough on me, they were beginning to work. The reduced tension in my neck and shoulders was unmistakable, and I hadn’t realized before how tight so many of my muscles felt, but now they were so much looser.
Of course, what came after the massages was also a nice perk, as long as things didn’t go too far while Lark was still in denial about her feelings.
“What’s got you so wound up today?” She purred, her lips brushing the shell of my ear.
This woman was going to be the death of me. Everything she did was intentional, and this sweet murmuring was all part of the game.
“I’ll be fine when we’ve departed from the port.” I willed my cock to soften, without much luck. It was going to be a long night.
Lark’s nails lightly scratched down my back. The pleasure caught me off guard, and I was unable to hold back a moan.
“Oh,” she hummed. “You like that, Captain?”
“Trouble…” I ground out through clenched teeth.
“You can just give in, you know.” She raked her fingers down my back again, her lips pressing a soft kiss at the base of my neck.
“And you could admit your feelings,” I challenged.
She gave a breathy laugh, her hands slinking around the front of my torso. Lark liked to run the tips of her fingers in the divots between my visible muscles. I had worked tirelessly to keep in shape, and I couldn’t deny that her pleasure with my body was flattering.
Her fingers found the hem of my sweatpants. “Don’t,” I warned her, but made no move to stop her.
The game we played each night with each other was also a game I played with myself. How long could I stand her touch before it was too much? How long could I let her have her way with me before I was on the verge of giving in to every demand she had?
The answer, truly, was not for very much longer.
“Lark…” I groaned, when her fingers brushed over the sensitive skin just above my dick.
“I think you need to relax.” Her tone was dripping with suggestion. “Come lie back.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but any words died on my lips as I allowed her to push me back into the bed, swinging one leg over me, aligning her center with mine, thankfully with our clothing still separating us.
“Give in,” she teased, leaning forward and nipping at my bottom lip.
“You first, Trouble.” I pulled her forward, allowing me to kiss her more thoroughly. Nothing was better than leaving her breathless and wound up, her eyes hazy with lust.
I could feel her peaked nipples beneath her thin top, the weight of her soft breasts, heavy against me, as her hips began to move in a rhythm of their own.
Instinctively, my hands went to her bare hips, my fingers toying with the bottom hem of her panties along the outside of her leg.
“Want ’em off?” she breathed against my lips.
“Nice try.” I smiled, squeezing her hips roughly, causing her to moan.
Without warning, she pulled away. I huffed in protest, but my disappointment quickly receded when she moved lower down the bed, keeping her sparkling blue eyes locked on mine as she went.
When her hands fell to the top edge of my pants, she gave me a sinful smirk before pulling them down, my cock springing free from the confines of the fabric.
