Chapter 4
AMBASSADOR AVERY JONES
Finally, two months into space, I was happy and relieved that we were nearing the M83 galaxy. I had worked hard for this opportunity and it was finally in full action. I kept busy with the transmissions to Earth of my reports and findings. I kept busy trying to stay fit in the low gravity of the ship. But something was finally coming to an end. After the sexual tension that I had with Captain Jamie Holt had built up to becoming explosive, I knew that at any moment I would not be able to restrain myself any longer. That moment was now.
“May I come in? I have a course I want to go over with you,” Captain Jamie Holt said as he stood in the doorway of my office aboard the Harvest 80. I was staring out a small porthole, looking into the darkness of space, when I heard his question. I turned to see him standing in the doorway. He held a course chart in his hand. He was wearing a thin space suit in black that hugged every curve of his muscular figure. It left very little to the imagination, and I quickly glanced at the bulge between his thighs.
I cleared my throat and said, “Of course.”
He turned and closed the door behind him and I began to grow flush. This happened any time we were alone in closed quarters. He gave me this reaction even though we mostly disagreed on everything.
“I think we should go off the predetermined course and go here,” he said as he pointed on the chart.
“What? No. Why would we do that? This course has been carefully charted based on my research of where previous ships disappeared,” I said, putting my hands on my hips.
“Yes, so you have told me before, but this new course is exactly the course that a captain of a Kalazaron ship would take. See, it is almost like a highway out in space where lots of traffic would go through, dodging this asteroid field on this side yet avoiding the gravitational pull of this planet here. See?” he said, moving closer to me. We were standing side by side looking over the course chart and his elbow brushed against the side of my body.
“Yes, but I am not trying to be a ship of regular traffic. I want to go where these lost ships last sent their transmissions before going dark. That was the plan all along,” I said.
“Yes, but we have done that for two lost ships already and we really didn’t learn much. I think this new course is the better course. I think this idea is better,” he said, turning to look at me.
“You mean your idea. Once again, you are trying to take command of the mission, Captain, and I just will not have it,” I said crossing my arms in front of my chest.
“Yes, I know how much you like being in command, Ambassador,” he said in a lower voice full of lust.
“Well, this is my mission,” I said as my voice grew low to match his tone, and I didn’t realize that I was tilting my head back as he looked down at me. He was so tall and I felt all my defenses dropping as he looked at me.
“But it is my job to guide this mission on a safe course. Don’t you want to know what it would feel like for me to take charge just for a while? Don’t you want me to show you how to do it? Teach you how to do it?” his words were low almost a whisper.
“Are we still talking about the mission?” I said breathlessly as I felt my whole body respond to him inching closer until his hard torso was brushing across my chest.
“No,” he said before taking me in his arms and pulling me toward him. His lips met mine with firm passion. I sighed into his mouth.
He kissed me hard and fast. His arms moved around my body, pushing me harder toward him. I was excited. It had been so long since I was with a man. Captain Holt was all man.
"I'm going to fuck you on your desk, Ambassador," he whispered to me between kisses. His words were filthy. I liked it.
"Is that right, Captain?" I asked him.
"Call me Jamie," he said as he turned me around and unzipped my space suit.
"All right, Jamie, what are you going to do to me?" I said playfully as he pulled the spacesuit off my body until I stood completely naked. He looked me up-and-down and smiled and groaned. Then he pulled off his space suit and we stood there naked.
I looked over his body. His broad shoulders were very square and led down to ripped biceps and forearms. He was definitely a soldier. His hard, six-pack abs had a light trail of blond curls leading down to his cock. It was long and thick and pink. It stood straight out from his body. Now I understood why he was such a cocky and arrogant man: he had the inches to back it up.
He picked me up and sat me on my desk. He moved between my thighs and begin to lick and suck. I put my hands palms down on the desk to support my weight. He parted my thighs wider and continued with his skills of devouring me. Within seconds, I was releasing.
"I'm coming! Oh, fuck, fuck," I whispered as I released into his mouth. Jamie licked it up, continuing to move his tongue around my center. Then he stood up and kissed me on the mouth and pressed the tip of his cock into my drenched center. And he slid in, inch by inch. His hips moved forward slowly as his hands moved under my bottom to cup it and push me further toward him. He went deeper inside of me in this way. I pressed my face against his neck, burying it there. He moved harder and faster. Then he stopped and pulled out of me.
"What? Why did you stop, Jamie?” I said out of breath.
He lifted me up off the desk and turned me around.
"Lean over the desk, Avery," he said. I bent at the waist and put my hands down on the desk. Jamie slapped my ass and it jiggled. He moaned and then entered my wet slit from behind. I braced myself, holding on to my desk. I looked down to see the chart that we were arguing over before; now we were fucking on it. This was the foreplay for me: the argument.
Jamie moved in and out of me, pounding me hard, and the sounds of our skin slapping together echoed in my office. Jamie had a lot of stamina, like a true soldier. He went long and hard. I released again and again. Then, finally, he tensed and shouted as he released inside of me.
Moments later, we were lying naked on my office floor, trying to catch our breath and regain our strength. Half an hour passed as we made light conversation as he said, "I've been waiting for that since I saw you in your office at the United Planets building."
"Don't you mean when you met me at the ropes and ladders course?" I said as I turned to him confused.
He laughed and said, "No, I had seen you before. I had a meeting with Vice President Thompson and as I was leaving his office, I passed by yours and saw you frantically writing. I've been a fan ever since."
"I had no idea," I said to him, intrigued by his confession. Captain Jamie Holt was not one to so quickly admit such a thing. "Well, I have to admit when I met you at the ropes and ladders course that I was captivated. In fact, I spent a good amount of time staring at your ass as you walked ahead of me."
"Yes, I remember how flirtatious you were. I was so hard I had to go home and jerk off to you," he said, laughing.
"You did not!" I shouted at him.
"I really did. I do not lie," he said, propping himself up on his elbow and looking at me. He ran his fingers over my breasts and massaged my nipples. It felt good to have this sort of fun on this deep space mission. It had been very intense and stressful for me. Now, I had some release of that stress. I had the captain to thank for that.
I looked at him and began to get up as I said, "I guess I should get back to work."
"Oh no, we are not done yet."
I looked down in the direction that he was looking. He was looking at his cock. He was hard again. He was hard as steel.
"Again?" I said surprised. "So soon?"
"That is what you do to me. The stories of our memories and of our first flirtations have gotten me all hot. And me fondling you and your perfect breasts has done me in. I’m ready to go."
He rolled on top of me and kissed me. I kissed him back. I was more than ready for another round. This was going to be a fun trip—or so I thought.